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This is a simple glimpse of my life. I move from one place to another in search of safety with what remains of my belongings that I constantly lose due to the continuous bombing.

A very difficult life, with no security or stability

We die every moment searching for life amidst the destruction and rubble.

My friends, I recently lost everything I owned due to the bombing of the place where I was, and thank God I miraculously survived.

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"At that moment, I got the terrible feeling that I was never going to see Shinichi again."

Original [link] by Sergio Cupido

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James Baldwin

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Don't worry, Yashiro. I'll save you.

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Moon Goddess + Moon Rabbit ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

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A setting where Kagura's a full-time alien hunter ☆

I really like drawing him as clingy Chihuahua www

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Maomao used to believe she did not fear anything.

That did not mean she sought after death, contrary to what some people might think. She had enough sense of self-preservation to overrule her passions. Others, namely certain former eunuchs, need not worry that she would inevitably, even if ecstatically, poison herself to the point of no return. She could push her limits, precisely because she knew where those limits lie. So no, she would not needlessly waste her life (after all, that would render her unable to taste and experiment with more poisons in the future. It was best to have her breathing, all body parts attached, she easily concludes.)

She did not seek death, but she did not necessarily fear death as well. If it came, then it came.

So why this feeling of dread?

Surely, it must be because the Emperor was refusing surgery. (But wouldn’t this allow them to escape the fate of heads rolling, her father’s and hers included, should a misstep occur?) And yet as a member of the medical office, and this nation called Li, she was invested in this venerated patient’s continued good health. Only that. She should not-did not have any other stake in this at all.

And if not that, it must because of this ominous feeling, of getting dragged into this familial drama, without her permission. (Even if she still decided to come, she justifies there was no reason she could have refused the summons, no, invitation of a drinking buddy.)

The feeling that grips her is akin to when she and the person beside her made their ill-advised free fall. She feels like her stomach was trying to exit her mouth. As much as she wants to ingest the stomach medicine she brought, a large part of her clutches it in reserve for a more precious patient.

The Sun is the most important being in this room of four, so why does she look to the Moon's face, and at how it wanes. She wants those creases gone. She is a loyal subject, so surely these feelings of hers towards the cause of that torment could not be anything treacherous.

Even if it may go against Heaven's wish, it is her fervent hope that this secret remains buried. It would do no one any good. It would not do him any good. (Did she realize that she was willing to carry this burden if it meant he didn't have to?)

Surely, she should feel relief.

That should the unthinkable happen, she had the assurance that she would never be trapped, that she would retain her freedom.

'I surely wouldn't be able to make her, a consort.'

'If it means I'd have to go as far as bind her to me alone, setting her free would be the better option'

The pounding in her temples, the sweat adorning her brow, the pain she feels in her ribcage, are a symptom of some other cause. To feel as if a noose was tightening around her neck when she should feel relief is contradictory.

He would keep his promise.

And she is not a contradictory person.

He would let her go.

He would let her go.

No, Maomao did not fear.

But...

This would not be the first. (What is one more?)

For her own peace of mind (because somehow, she realizes even if she struggles to accept, that her own has now come to encompass his), by her own will, she would carry this secret with her to the grave, and fervently hope for the Sun’s continued reign.

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mamao>jinshi

‘There’s nothing I can give him back in return.’

with LN vol 12 and vol 13 out in English, I can’t help but once again gush about these two. Because they are honestly one of the healthiest and most frustrating slow burn established relationship ships ever. I seriously love their development, how jinshi has come so far from his unhealthy tendencies towards maomao in the earlier volumes.

sure you can say that’s the least he could do, but it does matter a lot, for a person who’s restrained himself all his life, to get everything at his fingertips except for what he truly wanted, to still continue to restrain himself even when what he wants is already there for the taking if only he’d reach out. it’s an acknowledgment and full understanding of the unequal power dynamic between him and maomao, and giving power, at least as much as he is able, over himself to maomao in a way to make up for that unequal dynamic. it’s maomao who gets to decide now what will happen and how fast it will happen in their relationship moving forward.

which I think is brilliant from a story-telling pov because we can focus on the intriguing developments and politics while still getting small but perfect doses of the development of their relationship. not too much, but not too little either. it also makes for an absolutely hilarious dynamic because it seems like it’s maomao who’s getting frustrated this time around. because she’s also a person who restrains herself. she may be willful when it comes to medicine, but for something like this? I don’t think she learned to ask for what she wants either. she’s not used to it. so she teases instead. it’s fascinating to see that while jinshi has matured, maomao has retained that side of her, the one which unexpectedly likes teasing and triggering jinshi (oh but she better watch out once he snaps, but part of me thinks this is what she wants ultimately). like seriously, it may not be in-character, but the image of an increasingly frustrated maomao who has her attempts at flirtation constantly thwarted by jinshi’s monk-like almost masochistic self-control will never be not funny to me. I don’t discount the possibility that once she’s finally had it up to here, she’d be the one to just smack one on him and/or ravish him once and for all. I mean she was the one to steal a kiss first once she accepted Jinshi’s (and her own) feelings.

so linking it to the anime, there’s no doubt in my mind that maomao truly loves jinshi. like I don’t just mean logically how she could fall in love with him with how he respects her agency, and her knowledge, and her skill, while she respects what he stands for (and though she may not admit it), his kindness. I mean that it’s pretty clear to me that both jinshi and maomao’s love languages are acts of service. And with that thought of maomao’s, her worrying about being unable to give back to jinshi, shows to me that she’s worried about placing jinshi in the same position she was in as a baby. she may be ok now (or more like she repressed it), but maomao may have grown up feeling like never having enough (literally being left alone as a baby to cry for hours on end which isn’t anyone’s fault really but more of a matter of circumstance) until she made herself be ok with it.

and the fact that she sees nothing wrong about it when it comes to herself, but is worried about the same thing happening to jinshi, shows to me that her love isn’t as lukewarm as she thinks it is. bec inasmuch as jinshi goes above and beyond for her, maomao goes above and beyond for him as well, noticeably almost more than for anyone else. like maomao will perform acts of services for almost anyone, but for her to actually reopen the lid on her emotions, which she’s kept locked for a long time, shows to me considerable effort and care. because she recognizes the weakness in herself when it comes to emotions, but she doesn’t want to hurt jinshi by not giving him enough.

even when she prepared everything for what was supposed to be their first night, jinshi viewed it as her artisan’s spirit, but knowing maomao, it’s not something she would have done otherwise if she didn’t really want to do it. she refrained from food and drink, she prepared everything so jinshi wouldn’t have to worry. nothing about her preparations screamed transactional. bec again as much as jinshi wants her to rely on him, to burden him, maomao shows her love in how much she wants him to unburden himself. she wants him to be able to stop holding back without worries to the point that she’s willing to carry that burden for him. sure again you could see it as her being her perfectionist self, but again from what we know of maomao, she does indeed go all out, but only for the things she’s passionate about, for the things that matter to her. remember her failing the court lady exam? somehow, through everything they’ve went through, jinshi has become someone who matters so much to her that she’s willing to put in the work.

that interaction really showed how far the both of them have come, and through maomao becoming more proactive, and jinshi becoming more patient, showing the best way they show that they love the other. doing something difficult that’s not what they’re used to, sacrificing or bearing embarrassment, because despite everything, it’s worth it for the person they’re doing it for. if that’s not love, what is?

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The flames consume bodies—or do the bodies fuel the flames? The UNRWA clinic massacre in Jabalia just happened, taking the lives of 19 people, including 9 innocent children. As a mother in Gaza, I live in constant fear, with no safe place to turn. My baby, Qais, was injured in this cruel war, and I have no money to afford his treatment. Please, I beg you to help us. Your donation could save his life.

This tragedy reflects the terrifying reality in Gaza:

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How many more must die before the world acts? I ask you from the bottom of my heart: help me save my son. Qais is still so small, still learning to speak, and he deserves a chance to grow, to heal, to live. Without support, I fear I will lose him. Please donate—your kindness can be the difference between life and death.

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If it’s for Ayase-san’s sake, I’ll even become a monster…!!

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syncopation

summary:

[Post-SS] Him and her, they hardly have anything in common. But they'll make this off-beat rhythm their own.

You’re intentionally forgetting two words, Lisa points out. He starts at that. Short and angry, she says succinct before pointedly ignoring him and going back to her magazine. He groans. He almost wishes she’d just said the other thing instead.

drabble series about the fifth. things they know and learn about each other.

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Rose tells him, completely at random, that he sounds like an erratic jazz quartet. Meanwhile, she sounds like a kagura dance. The ringing of the suzu was most prominent, he says. The taiko started weak, while the flutes were merely a breath in the wind. Eventually the beat builds to a crescendo, mixed with the cacophony of cymbals. It should sound discordant but the chime of the bells threaded it all together with an unexpected sweetness.

Shinji waits for Rose to get to the point. He eventually did if you let him. Anyway, he was careful not to interrupt in case he ended up on a tangent about his lieutenant, which happened more often than not.

That is, he says as he finally gets to it, the two of you should sound like a disaster and make my ears bleed.

Shinji nods, even as he frowns. He understands, but, I don’t know how I feel about you comparing her to a dance meant as entertainment for the gods.

Rose smiles in a way that he thinks makes him look profound, but really Shinji thinks it just makes him look like a jackass. Kagura was not just a ceremonial dance for the imperial palace. It started in the rural areas, in the local shrines. It could have nothing at all to do with gods. They could dance for something as simple as celebrating a good harvest.

They simply danced to celebrate life.

Rose and Kensei, in a way, it might have been easier for them. Kensei came back to someone who already worshipped the ground he walked on, enough to tattoo the proof of it onto his face. Rose had no point of comparison, having never had one to begin with. It might have been tough for his new lieutenant, but a relief too that his new captain resembled his old one as much as a crane resembled a fox. There was no chance to reopen old wounds by accident, and a poet and musician fit together perfectly (even as the poet in question vehemently begged to disagree). 

But for him and her who were tied together by a twisted bond, a shadow would always be hanging off their backs. Before, he thought he’d rather Hiyori shave him bald than ever admit to his lieutenant that sometimes when she walked behind him, he’d forget himself and the time, feeling ancient and new all at once. He’d turn and see a flash of brown hair, that straight posture, and a wrong syllable would almost make its escape out of his mouth (wrong not just because of who, but because of how, once, he used to call him, ‘assist’ instead of ‘dye’).

They notice things, the both of them. That frightening perception hidden behind an unassuming appearance. But where he could always tell somehow with him, in a way, perhaps she could be more dangerous because Shinji can’t help but let down his guard around her.

But perhaps that’s all there is to it. The symbol on his back, on her arm, danger yes, but also sacrifice, humility. Perhaps it’s all just a leap of faith, and knowing that there's still so much he doesn't know, where he’s standing on the edge of a cliff, but jumping anyway (again) because he knows that she with her trusty kido net is waiting to catch him at the bottom.

Because while Aizen might have tucked that moment of weakness into his sleeve like a secret knife just waiting to stab him as soon as he turns around, Momo just smiles, sad and sweet, and keeps on talking about more paperwork. He sighs mightily. Bless her but why did his lieutenant have to torture him so?

No glasses shield his gaze from her, refracting light and hiding what’s beneath. Her gaze is open, still open after everything, and perhaps a bit angry as he makes excuses to avoid being chained to his desk. Seriously, how did the captain of the tenth do it?

Again, maybe that’s all there is to it. He entrusts his back to her, even as, or maybe because she’s entrusting her front to him. He doesn’t know what reflections she sees in him. They’re all liars - him, his sword, and him. He sincerely admires her, her capacity to reach out that calloused hand, despite that.

(Eventually, he tells her about everything he first wanted to hide. He’s trying not to be a lie, you see, to reverse his nature. Or maybe, it was because he was more attached to his hair than he thought. Momo tells him, he used to pat my hair too, when I did a good job.

Incredulously, despite everything, that makes him laugh.

He invites her to learn to play the saxophone with him one day.)

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recent hitsuhina/momo things (that I just caught up on) that made me happy

Bleach High School Warfare: When I saw Momo, I *screamed*. She looks so cute, especially with her grumpy face. Momo rarely gets drawn in any extra material, so I ABSOLUTELY FReaked. When you’re a Momo fan, crumbs are practically a feast. So muuuuch potential for delinquent-disciplinary committee-childhood friends dynamics. It gives me Keiko and Yuusuke vibes 😤. I can’t believe we have an official High School!AU for them now. I need plot pleaaaase.

Bleach Brave Souls: Hinamori in her beautiful kimono for the flower viewing series. I love the colors. I love the Tobiume hair clip (seriously where does she get her personalized and customized hair clips??). She looked like how I imagined her bankai!self would look like, except with longer hair for the future.

Rebirth of Souls: Thanks to @rays-of-fire-and-ice for letting the HitsuHina community know about it! I ended up watching Toshiro’s secret story on youtube. I don’t know how different the English dub and the original Japanese version are (and I really want to knowhow it was said in the original Japanese), but I CANNOT believe (yes I can) that despite how many years later I still love hitsuhina so much. Hitsugaya once again reaffirms that Hinamori is the person who matters most to him. I love that Shinji is the one to have a hand in bringing them together (Rangiku too when she brings news that they can visit Momo in the earlier part of the story). He doesn’t need to know Momo’s lifestory, but I love that his way of making sure she’s ok is to make sure she talks and reconciles with her childhood friend. It semi-confirms what we knew all along. Shinji ships it. On a more serious note though, it makes sense that Shinji is big on communication considering his experience with his former Vice-Captain (*ahem*), but also that he along with the other Vizards know what it’s like to be robbed of their time. He knows that despite how long they have as shinigami, time is still precious and should be spent with loved ones.

Rock Musical Bleach - Arrancar The Final: I don’t know how accurate it is, since I’m just basing this on Tama-chan’s posts over at twitter. But I DID see some photos, so I was pleasantly surprised since I didn’t see her in any of the promotion materials for the musical. BUT apparently, Momo does appear in the latest RMB! (There were two cute photos of the actress playing Momo with the actor playing Hitsugaya.💕) AND OF COURSE, they had to show that heartbreaking scene (which goes to show how iconic it is). And apparently (at least according to Tama-chan’s drawing if google translate is to be believed), in the musical version, Hitsugaya continues hugging Hinamori, even after he’s been defeated by Aizen. It reminded me of @bleachbleachbleach’s fic For The Sake of the Children. Connecting it with the anime, it’s not farfetched to imagine Hitsugaya pulling himself, crawling, even bloody and one-armed to get to where Hinamori is, trying his best to heal her, channeling his own depleted reiatsu to her just to save her, get her to live, or if all hope is lost, and they’re both at death’s door anyway, to comfort himself and her that at least they’ll die together. (Great, now I made myself sad.😭)

Even while waiting for the new cour and new material, I’m happy that there’s still new stuff to get excited about for my favorite ship.

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Gwendy and Peter Pan

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– THE HIGH SCHOOL WARFARE ☆