Lonely Glory (2023) ‘わたしの見ている世界が全て’ dir. Keitaro Sakon
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Lonely Glory わたしの見ている世界が全て Director: Keitaro Sakon
Lonely Glory
わたしの見ている世界が全て 「Watashi no Miteiru Sekai ga Subete」
Release Date: March 31st, 2023
Duration: 82 mins.
Director: Keitaro Sakon
Writer: Keitaro Sakon, Harumi Uraki (Screenplay),
Starring: Kokoro Morita, Eriko Nakamura, Yoshihiro Kumano, Haya Nakazaki, Yuya Matsuura, Yota Kawase, Haruna Hori, Shinsuke Kato,
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Lonely Glory is a quiet drama with a sociological bite to…
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idk why but recently I am having so many problems with the languages in valo,_,
I play in eu on Paris and Frankfurt, and for maybe 5 games in a row I either run into a french team, who constantly leave me out of their french comms, or russians who start to ask in agent select "ARE THERE ANY RUSSIANS?" and I either ignore them or say no, but
1. one time I ignored a guy, and when he begun cussing out our team in Russian despite being a duelist but nearly a bottomfrag, I told him to shut up in Russian, and he became so upset with me that for the rest of the game he was calling me an asshole, a faggot and loser, despite me topfragging. He was also a Phoenix which meant he constantly griefed me, flashing, lighting me up on fire, shooting at me to reveal our positions, and body blocking. (we won the game).
2. second time I ran into two dudes, who immideately asked too, and I decided to say that I am from Kazakhstan, which immideately prompted "glory to Soviet Union". They pestered me on and on about me knowing Russian. When I tried to give comms in english because not all of us spoke Russian, they called a slut and said that my accent was heavier than their grandma. I muted them.
and it's just. so annoying. at least french don't argue with each other. but players from russia almost always become toxic.
germans are the best. turkish people too.
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[ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 ] + [ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] - adrifires :)
in which i try rly hard to participate with sunday memes / [ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 ] : sender plants kisses on undressed receiver's scar/s. + [ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : sender and receiver are having lazy morning sex. / @londonfallen.
he wishes he knew when its fascination with his own scars had started : it hadn't ever paid so much attention to him, he thinks, back in the days he only was spared attention for the most part in its office at work. those days are past, nestled in the blissfully dimly lit comfort of his home within the coffee shop, where even this early he could already smell the beans wafting in from downstairs. in this privacy, shockingly quiet save for his occasional, forced out gasp or moan, or fires' own purring, it falls more tender, though. not usual for them, true, but not so unusual either, not anymore. in this atmosphere, he should've seen it coming... but where its lips tickle his skin, scars long healed over, he can't imagine where its sudden gentleness towards them had come from.
it readjusts him where he sits atop it, legs wrapped 'round its waist and face hidden 'gainst the crook of its neck. he's keeping himself shockingly in check, for how deeply its cock is pushed inside of him, and how obediently he lets its claws guide him along the length of it each time it thrusts up to hit deeper when he pulls himself off. it's a steady rhythm, soft, slow, but it still has him biting on his tongue. especially where its nails dig into his skin... at complete opposite the considerate way it kisses those scars along his wrists, held up to its face where it'd stopped him from holding onto it too tightly. unfair, he thinks, when it has near a death grip on him.
"you know—" it thrusts up into him again and he falters, whimpers against its shoulder where his fangs graze its skin. he can't tell if its his breath that's hot, or if it's really that turned on. it's so hot and cold about these encounters, slow and sensual, where it isn't usually. he thinks it may be embarrassed to admit how much it likes it. "—you know," he tries again, breathless, "those are old... you don't have t—" he pushes his hips up, it yanks him back down, he moans, "you don't have to do that—" his voice waivers, and he grinds his hips down onto its own, letting it feel itself inside of him where he waits for it to kiss his wrist again, then lightly pinches its nose. "i—i'm... fine—" more than fine, right now.
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Lonely Glory (2023) ‘わたしの見ている世界が全て’ dir. Keitaro Sakon
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JFF+ INDEPENDENT CINEMA: A New Batch of Japanese Independent Films to Stream in 2023
A new batch of Japanese indie films have been programmed and made available for streaming over at the Japanese Film Festival+ website. Once again, they have teamed up with mini theatres (small independent cinemas) across Japan and also film experts to programme 12 indie films for people to stream online for free.
Already in full swing – and available until October 31st, the films are available…
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I yearn for a group of weird girlfriends that I can be myself with and adore and do things with and we all have wildly different interests but come together to encourage each other in our own ways and laugh together and cry together and have sleepovers and randomly send each other hand written notes with some snacks that they like and just KNOW that no matter what life throws at us, we’ll be friends for life
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HELLO, how have I never realised before that Desperado by the Eagles is clearly a song about a lonely gay cowboy?? It took me hearing it again by coincidence just after finishing reading a cowboy Stucky fic (No Glory in the West, which was excellent btw) to realise this? I mean!?
Desperado why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow
Don't you draw the queen of diamonds boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
Now it seems to me some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get
Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone [...]
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before it's too late
I'm right about this, don't @ me (*sad yeehaw*)
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