#I seno

[titty-princess79]

They hope you have a great Tuesday 🥰

[dcrlingmuses]

I think about the ending scene from the Motto (Season 3's) movie ALOT.

Aiko finally overcame her trauma involving a grandparent (her mom's dad) only now being able to sit in Doremi's grandpa's lap when all the other girls did it so easily the day before. She finally musters the courage to talk to him after running away from him in tears the morning before in the tomato garden due to seeing her own grandfather's anger filed face. (I might make another post about that scene at a later date because there's alot to explain and that makes this scene so much sadder)

But I digress,

She's finally finding solace in Grandpa Harukaze…only to find out he's dying.

Listen to her: She’s absolutely DEVASTATED.

It’s the fact that out of all the girls, Aiko was crying the loudest. You can hear her the most clearly out of them.

Doremi’s crying too (all the girls are) but I feel as she’s not crying as loudly as Aiko because she’s trying to stay strong for not just her baby sister Pop but for her father (her grandfather’s son) who is sitting right there. She IS the eldest daughter, but the reality of everything sunk in and she is trying her best to keep it together, not just for her dad but for everyone else too.

But Aiko? She’s letting it ALL OUT.

This is also one of the rare times she's crying like this in front of ANYONE. She's cried like this to her parents in s2, but NEVER like this in front of her friends and especially in front of friend's parents or a person she only knew for TWO days.

When I say that this little blue haired spunky girl has trauma, HOO BOY DOES SHE HAVE TRAUMA AND A LOT OF IT TO BOOT.

[helmetjellyfish]

what are you remembered by?

[mojinchiimanga]

[lumioluna]

l'epopea di trovare un giubbotto invernale (che vesta bene/accompagni la figura) quando hai un fisico che ha tre taglie diverse in tre punti diversi

[spacevixenmusic]

Source: Kämpfer [2009]

[cyncallenreese]

𝙸 𝙿𝚁𝙰𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻 𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙾𝙾.. 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴𝚂 𝙷𝙸𝙼 TT^TT 𝙸 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝙷 𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝚈 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙷𝙴 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚈𝚄𝚄𝙺𝙸 𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝚈 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙸𝙽 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝚆𝙰𝚈... 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙸𝚃 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙱𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙸𝙼 (ಥ_ಥ)...

[apollotronica]

yeah yeah nanashi natsukage blah blah blah WHERE ARE THE POSTS ABOUT HER

[littlelightfish]

Funny things I found out playing with language setting in Netflix while looking episode 15:

Chilchuck's scream sounds HAUNTED in brazilian portuguese. Give it a try if you can.

(You can hear it here)

In spanish dub, Senshi says: "tocó mis senos de hombre", which means "he touched my man boobs" in Spanish. And I think that's the best dub line one so far.

[melting-sugar-cubes]

𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒂: Shishi no Odoriko 🖤 𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕: Yanase Seno

[dcrlingmuses]

Light Novel 1 SPOILERS FOR O.JAMAJO D.OREMI 16

A.iko ends up joining track in middle school and ends up in THIRD PLACE NATIONALLY AND SHE WANTS TO BECOME AN O.LYMPIC MEDALIST!? THAT'S MY GIRL :')

[popponn]

dating consultations. [nagi seishiro x f!reader]

notes: it's like 'wow feelings eh' read in elmo voice. then add my nagi phase and my recent obsession with childhood friend!nagi, it turns out like this. warnings: mentions (in a very unserious way) and (manga esque) depiction of break up at the end (not between you and nagi), mentions of bunch of break ups on your part, pinning, childhood friends + gaming buddies (?), obliviousness, post canon au, minor cursing. wo/ta/koi influenced this in some ways.

“Nagi Seishiro, listen to me,” you began.

“Don’t wanna,” Nagi replied, without lifting his head from his phone.

“So, I think my boyfriend broke up with me after finding out I spent money on gacha game,” you continued on, ignoring Nagi’s refusal. “I mean, sure, that's not a good financial decision. But hey, my husband gotta go home somehow and it's like an extra money that I already planned to spend anyway. Don't you get it?”

“No, I don't.”

“Exactly—but you see, I also think that he was honest, and what bothered him the most is because he found out that you and I play better in another game that he also played…” you trailed off at a sudden, more unpleasant that appeared in your mind. “…Seishiro, if I suddenly kick you out of the leaderboard’s number one spot, you will still be my friend right?”

“Nope,” Nagi replied without missing a beat. Like a rite of passage, you knew what came afterward would make you angry. “Your aim at FPS sucks way too much for that to happen.”

Immediately, you heaved out a short huff. You then threw your body over Nagi’s quickly, cuddling the soft blanket draped over him and enjoying the soft detergent scent left on it. Whining and protesting, you “Cheer me up, you brat! I raised you on my back since kindergarten and this is how you repay me?! We grew up in the same litter—spare some sympathy for me!”

(Seishiro found his whole body stiffening when you buried your face on his shoulder and pressed your chest towards his arm. Through the blanket, he could faintly feel your warmth and body. Five years ago, this would have been something he would brush off without batting an eye. Having crushes on oblivious childhood friends who only saw you as childhood buddies is hard—Seishiro noted dully.)

“Eh, why?” Nagi questioned back, blankly, focus still drilled on the PVP shooting game he was on. “This is your…how many breaks up it had been already?”

“…I know your social IQ is low, but can you stop rubbing salt over my wounds?”

“Anyway, don’t you think you break up way too often already to feel hurt?”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…ah,” Nagi mindlessly cut the silence between the two of you. “That headshot was dirty.”

“…you are really bad at this whole cheering up thing,” you chided, sounding all too fond for it to have any effect at all. “And stop making me sound like some Whatpad bad boy.”

(From the corner of his sight, Seishiro saw a small smile etched itself on your lips. It was still too bittersweet for his liking, but at least after this—like always, as Seishiro had come to remember after all this time, without willing to—you would cheer up and stop talking about your nth ex. You wouldn’t sulk anymore and go on with whatever else except some guy who happened to be your ex.)

“Didn’t you say you want to be one, back in middle school?” Nagi questioned. “Also hurry up and log in, I need to grind for new artifacts.”

“That was middle school!” you screeched, feeling your whole head heating up due to some embarrassing flashbacks. “And you are still playing another game—I will log in later—”

“I’m done,” Nagi said, perfectly timed with the winning screen his phone displayed. “Log in. Hurry. Hurry.”

You glared dirtily at Nagi and his timing—or luck, whichever it was this time. “I hate you. Also, use Al-Haizen and Seno, I want the full ikemen academy team today.”

“Their synergy is shit.”

“And they are handsome. Your point?”

“I don’t wanna.”

“I will curse you with all defense and flat sub stat if you dare.”

“…that’s awful,” Nagi said, finally. His defeat was imminent from the start.

You sent him a wolfish smile, “And I’m still your only gaming buddy. Shush and just log in, big koala.”

“The one who is stuck on my back is you,” Nagi commented, while still following your words and changing his team before requesting to go to your map.

You laughed as you pressed your phone. With a certain brand of closeness laced in your voice, you protested, “Why are you this nosy with me? Last time I checked you are pretty obedient to Mikage, Isagi, and your captain.”

(Seishiro tried to process your words for a moment. To him, the answer has always been obvious in the way that both you and him even bothered to stick close to each other even as the two of you approached the age of twenty together. In how the one you told everything to is still him despite everyone in your life. In how if you ask, he will walk through the city just to pick you up after a terrible date and walk side by side to your home.)

Nagi stayed silent for a moment. From his side profile—adorable, handsome, yet still as baby-faced and familiar as ever—you could see how he was thinking. Then, he offered you an answer in a half-baked, dry tone, “…because it’s you?”

Once again, you laughed. Trying to swallow whatever odd beat his answer managed to draw from your heart deep and away from your face. “Gosh—watch your wording, Sei—oh, you are in already. Let’s go artifact farming! If it’s shitty let it just be Seishiro’s and not mine!”

As you hurriedly pressed your screen, you tried to not realize Nagi’s stare from your side.

You were not ready yet to admit whatever you felt for him was real. This was only a side effect of consecutive terrible break ups.

That was it and nothing else.

(”I don’t think I am the one you are in love with,” your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—told you gently. This was yet another same reason, just told to you in a gentler, more understanding way.

You could only watch him silently. You were confused, yet a part of you somehow managed to understand what he meant. However, you still couldn’t put what it was into words despite all that.

“..well, I don’t think you do it by purpose,” the man in front of you said with a nervous laugh. “…nonetheless, I’m rooting for the two of you. Don’t make him wait for too long, okay?”

Hearing that, even if you still couldn’t grasp much yet, you forced yourself to respond through your tears. “…I’m sorry...?”

“Don’t be. It should be me, really.” Ever the nice guy, your ex-boyfriend still smiled. “This is more of me saving myself from hurting in the future… just, think of it as me being bitter for being worse than you and that childhood friend of yours in that shooting game, okay?”

You laughed bitterly at that. Your crying hadn’t ceased yet, yet you managed out another reply, “Seriously? You are a shitty nice guy.”

Still smiling, your ex—a good friend, a gentle person, a diligent worker—gave you a chuckle that sounded guilty. “…sorry. I really hope we can still remain friends after this.”

“Of course. No way I’m letting go of a star student as a group project member just because of a breakup,” you joked, even if you were unsure of the future. Then, remembering how he is, you added, “And get your ugly mug off my sight now. We are breaking up—stop smiling, you bastard.”

“…well, then… should I… accompany you home…?”

“You are my ex now—no way, nice guy,” you shut him off quickly. Then, after a pause, it felt like an answer as you continued.

“…I will just call Nagi. Go away.”)

[dira333]

Spa-Day - Kyoutani x Reader

@notsochillnerd I did it, woohoo

The water is hot, but not too hot. If you could stay here forever, you probably would, floating on clouds of scented foam. The background music is a little annoying, but you can blend out the brainless tunes.

You put your head underwater, let your hair float until you have to come back up for air.

The sight has you squealing like a mouse, jumping back on instinct.

Kentarō is scowling at you, brows furrowed, nose barely above water level. He looks like he's just done planning your murder. And the murder of your family.

"Baby!" You press a hand to your chest, heart racing underneath your wrinkled skin. "You scared the shit out of me."

His brows unfurl and he blinks, one, two, three times.

"Sorry," he mumbles, voice so low you can barely catch it over the music and the sloshing of water. But you can feel his hands grab you by the hips, pull you in like he always does. "Didn't mean to."

"What got you so upset?" You ask, hands running through his wet hair. He's sitting on a ledge in the shallow part of the pool, a place that's normally bustling with activity, especially when the jacuzzi jets are turned on. But you always go to the bath in the early morning , when the pools are almost empty and no chatter drones out the annoying music.

"Nothing," Kentarō claims, "I think it's the music."

"Nuh-uh," it's your turn to furrow your brows at him. "You're lying. You know I can tell when you're lying. Tell me? Please?"

"Fine," He huffs, wrinkled fingertips playing with the strings of your bikini top. "Seno made a stupid comment at training."

"What about?"

He huffs again. Averts his eyes. You dig your fingertips into his side, right where he's the most ticklish. He pulls back and glares, but he opens his mouth.

"Spa Days are unmanly, apparently."

You snort. "Says who?"

"Seno."

"And Seno is the world's leading expert on manliness since when?"

Kentarō's lips pull up, even if just a little.

"Well, I told him to shove it, but... I don't know... it kinda stuck? I was thinking about it just now."

"Hmm..." You playfully put a finger against your lip as if you have to think really hard about it. "If you ask me, you're really manly. The manliest of them all. You could wear pink shirts to work and you'd still not lose any manliness."

Kentarō grins, proud and a little smug. He knows just how well he pulled of that pink shirt last date night.

"And?"

"And you never care about what other people think," you remind him, pressing a kiss between his brows before they start to furrow again, "So I don't think you should start doing that now. Especially not when it's Seno, who begged me to give him my friend's number."

"You're so right," Kentarō pulls you in.

Your proud grin vanishes just seconds later when he lifts you into the air.

"Don't you dare-" He drops like a stone, and you fall with him, pressed to his chest.

When you come back up, sputtering water and hair sticking to the side of your head, Kentarō's grinning from one ear to the other.

He looks so cute, you can't even be mad.

But he better watch out, because you're going to dunk him next chance you get.

my Kofi if you want to tip me

[s-a-f-e-w-o-r-d--2]

La nebbia agli irti colli piovigginando sale...

~ G. Carducci ~

Credo non intendesse certo questo.... La mia vuole essere una rivisitazione malinconica ma serena... Un piccolo omaggio a questa parte del corpo di noi donne... Da bambini abbiamo tutti desiderato il seno... Il seno della madre è accoglienza... È nutrimento... È amore... Il seno è vita all'ennesima potenza... E quando un uomo appoggia la sua testa tra i seni di una donna... Ritrova quel calore... Qual senso di protezione... Ritrova la sua pace..

~ Virginia ~

[ilpianistasultetto]

Maledetto sogno, figlio di puttana! Sono tre notti di seguito che mi rincorri senza mai arrivare alla fine. Ogni volta ricominci dall'inizio. Traccheggi, ti dilunghi, accenni, ti perdi in particolari insignificanti. Mi fai vedere come quella donna si spoglia, quel suo modo lascivo di lasciar scivolare il vestito sul pavimento, come apre le gambe sotto la doccia e quanta strada fa l'acqua su quel suo prospero seno prima d'arrivare a terra o come lascia correre il sapone tra i suoi glutei tondi. Ogni volta lo stesso bicchiere che si porta alla bocca e quel modo voglioso di bere quel succo di mela lasciando sporco di rosso quel bordo di vetro. Mi fai sentire addirittura cosa pensa e come le gorgoglia il ventre mentre aspetta ma appena arrivo io, tu che fai? Svegli il giorno e fai filtrare quel filo di luce dalla serranda, quel tanto da svegliarmi. La cosa la trovi divertente? La cosa ti fa godere come uno psicopatico mentre annusa le mutandine della sua prossima vittima? Bene, io non me la sento di essere la tua vittima per chissa' quanti altri giorni, quindi, o le prossime notti riprendi da dove abbiamo lasciato e arrivi alla fine, altrimenti scegli un'altra cavia per i tuoi giochetti. Se permetti, meglio soffrire con un buon blues che soffrir d'attese.. @ilpianistasultetto

[dcrlingmuses]

🎆 for Doremi, Aiko, and Momoko each!

Song Associations Meme ( ACCEPTING! )

( @bluerapunzel103 )

🎆 A song that your muses sing and dance to! Doremi loves ALOT of music, but one of her favorites to jam out to is OKAMOTO's Love Song. She's also enjoys a bit of classical music. Perferably, piano classical. But when Momoko enters the girl's friendship group, she shows Doremi a whole AURAY of American music. Doremi's favorite of the songs Momoko's shown her, is Katrina and the Wave's Walkin' on Sunshine.

Aiko's a country girl through and through. Having lived in the Japanese country side her whole life, Country Road's (specially Whisper of the Heart's rendition) is one of the songs you will catch her humming to herself. Like Doremi, Aiko was VERY interested in hearing more songs from America. Thankfully, some of their country songs didn't disappoint. Her favorites being from Carrie Underwood and Johnny Cash. But she found America's rock genre her favorite. Though she also likes some of the older pop songs.

Momoko doesn't really remember much Japanese music. Her friend back in America showed her so many pieces of music, that her library of music consists of mostly American tunes. Her favorite is 'Unwritten' by Natasha Bedingfield.