Im sorry but the fucking brainrot of chuuya nakahara will not stop so I need to share my fucking vision.
Chuuya Nakahara, who's joints lock up and who has severe chronic pain, who wears gold rimmed reading glasses with little gold chains to help hold them when he's outside the mafia (and thus not wearing contacts to hide his blue-brown eyes), Chuuya who has summer freckles that come out from the sun, who has a wheelchair, cane and service dog respectively just in case that he can never use while on duty, who has heart problems thanks to stress and a god in his body, who has a small clinic outside of Yokohama that knows him by name.
Chuuya Nakahara who, when he figured out that this was happening to him, had a full mental breakdown over being unable to fight properly, and thus not being useful, who then pulled away from Dazai, who never managed to push the right buttons to get him to spill what was happening, leading Dazai to leave the Mafia thinking Chuuya hated him.
Chuuya who then, thanks to this "confirmation" that he wasn't usefull anymore, even if Dazai didn't know, leading him to not open up about this to any other mafia member, with only Mori knowing, and keeping the details even from him.
Dazai who, when in the middle of a case for the ADA, suddenly sees Chuuya rolling down the sidewalk with his wheelchair, freckles and mismatched eyes on full display with his service dog beside him, having his world completely turned on its heal as he falls in love with the same man a second time while simultaneously putting down the pieces that led to his complete misunderstanding of what'd happened between the two years before.
Please tell me there are others who see my vision because this shit is fucking haunting me rn.
Pov you live in an old lighthouse by the sea
● you wake up every morning with the sun and the soft crashing waves
● every day the smell of the sea greets you as you drink your tea or coffee in a homemade mug
● you befriend the seagulls and you feed them cookie crumbs as you read an old book about sea life
● you wave at the ships passing by and sent them kisses to protect them from storms
● during thunderstorms you stay inside and knit sweaters for your loved ones while listening to the rain
● sometimes you take walks by the sea and collect seashells the sea gifts you
● you make seashell strings and hang them and they play a sweet melody when it's windy
● you watch the starry sky with your grey cat and the moon smiles at you
● your room is decorated with old maps
● sometimes the sea gifts you things like the steering wheel of a pirate ship that now lays in your bedroom or the old compass of a sailor
I was never meant to be apart of society.
I was meant to crawl around the forest and make freaky noises.
This is so fucking stupid I love it
I remember starting dracula last year and being like what is this why is it just this random man's travel diary, and it's funny to see now how my attitude has changed and I am so excited to read this man's travel diary, like hell yeah dude tell me what time you got to the train station I love you
Not only Genya paid Tanjirou a visit twice he gave him good advice so Tanjirou could finally move a boulder, he also helped him make dinner for the other slayers.
Genya is so in love with him.
No, but like seriously, he was so kind to Tanjirou the whole time.
This was supposed to be a French poetry poll. I'll make one, I promise, but I was distracted by the ladies (I think I'll make at least a Amy Lowell's poll and a Renee Vivien one too later, also under my 'sapphic poetry' tag)
They may not be the ones you would have picked yourself, they're some personal favorites.
Feel free to share yours, though !
Anne Hathaway
XVI (Twenty-one love poems)
Fireworks
One Art
Lighthouse Keeping
The Love of Judas
Wild Geese
For the Goddess Too Well Known
Blest as the Immortal Gods
"Good morning, dr. Yamanaka"
Saiino doctors!au where Ino is a Pediatrician and Sai is an Urologist and they've been secretly married dating.
commissioned this lovely piece from @YuiiuY_I love it sm!
permission to post this was granted by the artist.
she was the tide, always drifting in and out of the lives of those who loved her, eternally indecisive, unable to discern whether she desired the solidity and safety of land, or the wild freedom of the ocean 🌊