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writerswhy · 18 hours
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i will ALWAYS clap my hands excitedly and lean forward in my seat when someone tells a character to "keep your dog on a leash" only for it to turn out they're referring to another person
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i have been constantly in tears over this newly hatched duck i found on instagram last night
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Ahem. God help us the day Momo decides she wants to fight.
scans by manga-rain & maximum7
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writerswhy · 4 days
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君の目を覚えていない
君の口を描いていない
物一つさえ云わないまま
僕は君を待っていない
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writerswhy · 5 days
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Thank you for the tag <3
Are you named after anyone? -
Not that I know of!
When was the last time you cried? -
Lol, once a week? But I’m a pretty emotional person and will cry over anything.
Do you have kids? -
Nope, not yet.
What sport do you play / have played? -
I like light hiking. I used to play soccer but after breaking my ankle twice and dislocating my shoulder my poor body just hasn’t been the same :))))
Do you use sarcasm? -
Constantly, but people can’t tell apparently and everyone just thinks I’m mean…
What's the first thing you notice about people?
Jewelry! I love checking out rings.
What's your eye colour? -
Good old brown.
Scary movies or happy endings? -
Scary movies any day. Happy endings are cool, but that’s what I have fanfiction for.
Any talents? -
Sculpting. I’m proud to say I displayed a few pieces at a city gallery and managed to snag some commissions.
Where were you born? -
A beautiful country that gets shit on over the actions of others, unfortunately. I mean, we have our problems and some of them of our own doing, others because we perpetuate them, but they all start from somewhere. Besides, it can’t be that bad if it’s a retiree’s paradise, right?? So why the bad publicity, why are we blamed for another’s homegrown problems every election cycle?? 🙃
What are your hobbies? -
Sculpting, reading and wandering around the city.
Also: sleeping, eating & daydreaming lol. —-> Same, like 60% of my day is spent daydreaming at this point, idc.
Do you have any pets? -
My cat that lives a better life than I do, bless him.
How tall are you? -
Same! 5’0” over here.
Favorite subject in school? -
Math.
Dream job?
I don’t have one! I like my job, it pays my bills, and I do get some fulfillment after completing a project. Don’t really have any career aspirations, I’m just happy to have one :).
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15 Questions for 15 friends :3
Thanks for tagging me @jotterjots 💖 (loved yours 💖)
Are you named after anyone? -
Yup. A religious figure.
When was the last time you cried? -
Hmm don't exactly remember when I had a full breakdown, so must be two weeks back or something.
I do tear up every day though given the state of the world.
Do you have kids? -
No.
I haven't even actively searching for a man yet, relationships scare the shit out of me lol.
Kids scare me too lol.
Especially since I haven't figured out a stable life for myself yet lol.
What sport do you play / have played? -
Badminton (my beloved), Football (soccer), Chess.
Do you use sarcasm? -
Not in my regular life (coz it falls flat lol), but definitely in my writing.
What's the first thing you notice about people? -
Definitely the same as you @jotterjots 💖. Outfits indeed.
Oh and maybe the styles of hijab if it's a Muslim woman, my style is still so badly done that it keeps coming loose lol! 😭
What's your eye colour? -
Pitch black. Like the darkest kind. I don't even know if there is any brown in there lol.
Scary movies or happy endings? -
Same, Happy endings!
I cannot deal with scary movies.
Any talents? -
I used to be good at writing before. Now while i do cringe a lot at my works, i do find some of them to be really good in retrospect.
Where were you born? -
A little good place in a fascist country. 😞
What are your hobbies? -
Same: writing (& reading), cooking.
Also: sleeping, eating & daydreaming lol.
Do you have any pets? -
None. Pets scare me. 😂
How tall are you? -
Tiny. 🤏
Favorite subject in school? -
Biology! Shocker (lol) 😅.
Dream job? -
Still to be a successful scientist.
Thanks for tagging me again @jotterjots , this was so much fun 😊.
Tagging (no pressure): @ladystarksneedle @liv-cole @lemonhemlock @goldensunandgoldenstallion @writerswhy @prodogg @0zeeraa0 @witheredoffherwitch @aegonette @snowblack-charcoalwhite @lynnbeth5172 @hoaryoldbitch @dirtytransmasc @whiteraven0001 & @ anyone who wants to join in 💖
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Poor Kensei
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💚Gwayne Hightower💚
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Picking up where I left off…
Because I completely forgot to talk about the actual scene in mention! Hinamori’s arrival at the fake Karakura town is one of my favorite aihina scenes because it’s the moment Aizen realizes, as I stated in my original post, that he cannot cross the sea between himself and his former comrades and fellow companions.
One by one, both his companions and enemies are leaving him behind. His army is defeated by the same people he believes himself to be superior to. His former peers have all come together to take him down. The line has been drawn in the sand. There’s no going back, Aizen has no choice but to transcend. (He can’t seem to shake off this emptiness, no matter how far he climbs. No matter what challenge he overcomes. The echo grows louder.)
And to add insult to injury, what if Aizen himself did not sense Hinamori’s arrival before her reveal? What a slap in the face. He was the one who recognized her potential, recruited her, (bonded with her), trained her. She’s not supposed to live without him (because Aizen - the one who yearns for connection - could not live without her. That’s why he had to leave her, kill her, and she has the audacity to survive? To return stronger? She was supposed to die with him). 
She can do what he can’t. She can overcome him. And that’s an affront that needs to be punished.
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writerswhy · 7 days
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Oh good, because there’s not enough aihina for me.
This is also one of my favorite scenes because we get a beautiful display of Hinamori’s cunning and kido prowess.
She definitely compliments Aizen. Where he’s all in your face, she works behind the scenes, weaving her traps before she launches an attack. I know people like to say the only reason she’s lieutenant is because Aizen hand-picked her but I believe she has an innate talent for kido (for creation, for change, like Aizen).
Like, this may all be me reaching and trying to warp canon to fit my headcanons, but I believe a part of Aizen feared something within Hinamori. Maybe it’s just coincidence but thinking back to “admiration is the furthest thing from understanding” and Aizen’s own conflicting heart - to choose godhood and stand-alone or integrate himself in a society ruled by a being he deems lesser, in a system that outright punishes any challenge to the order (like imprisoning people in the maggot’s nest) but have the access to connect with his fellow souls - maybe he felt that:
Hinamori could, if Aizen gave in enough, change the course of his plans
Whatever Hinamori aroused within him felt alive, too human, too common and that’s something Aizen needs to squash because she breathes into the emptiness he was born with (the emptiness he’s trying to run away from, surpass)
And Hinamori, we don’t get enough of her in canon or fanon (which is sad because she was a major player in the SS arc and she’s connected to the antagonist and BLEACH’s most popular character, Hitsugaya. This is her story!! 😤) but I wonder how she feels about Soul Society. We gets glimpses, and we know for sure she’s not someone who stands by and does what she’s ordered to (if she wants to break out of prison then she’s going to first sneakily employ some kido to knock out her guard and then blast through the wall. Why did she stay in her cell in the first place? Hm, it’s almost like Aizen knew Hinamori would need a push to come into her true nature, a nature he did his best to stifle lest she overcomes him). She’s also familiar enough with the sociopolitical environment because she knows better than to go to even her captain or best friend when she’s worried for Renji, so there’s some understanding there. She knows SS is just a little off. Why can’t she trust it?
I imagine Aizen picked up on this and, whatever his intention was with her in the beginning, as they grew closer he saw parts of himself in her. And hey, maybe he does have a reason to stay, to go about this another way, but then, when he’s alone or in the presence of his peers, he’s reminded how set apart he is from the others. So no, there is no other way. Hinamori has become a weakness and in true Nietzsche fashion, a challenge he has to overcome. His challenge, though. Because he’s possessive and Hinamori is his. The “true” Hinamori - the brave, young, intelligent, talented girl who feels before she sees SS for all it is. (But funny enough, a challenge he couldn’t let bloom, because as I said she could overcome him. He was the first to bear witness to her and wants to be the last.)
As a final tribute, he’s going to let her burn one last time. He wants to see, feel, know this great love he’s about to sacrifice.
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Sigh. I just love how much Hinamori gets under Aizen’s skin. How alike these two are. How she’s something he desires. A connection, a bond, an attraction. (A weakness, human insipidity, a challenge.) Yet in his ongoing (and futile) path to (enlightenment) transcendence, he engenders a sea not even he, a god can cross. 
(But Hinamori can.) 
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Sigh. I just love how much Hinamori gets under Aizen’s skin. How alike these two are. How she’s something he desires. A connection, a bond, an attraction. (A weakness, human insipidity, a challenge.) Yet in his ongoing (and futile) journey to (enlightenment) transcendence, he engenders a sea not even he, a god can cross. 
(But Hinamori can.) 
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真昼の月 / 真夜中の月
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I present a small look into my collection of “this reminds me of aihina”:
A song of the poorly loved by Guillaume Apollinaire
(I reread the poem after stumbling upon two great aihina fics. I won’t link them here because I know some creators aren’t comfortable with that, but you can find them on AO3)
I thought of those happy royalties That night when love betraying and She whom I loved and do love still Beset me with their sleight of ghosts Contriving my unhappiness
Because you love the sunshine Recall well I took you sunning Somber spouse beloved darling You are mine while being nothing O my shadow for me mourning
(A snippet of a lil’ something I wrote while on the train):
He buries his fingers in her hair with a hiss, and shudders with defeat. She has found his.
Wuthering Heights by Emily Jane Brontë
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
Spiritbox - Ultraviolet
Mirror image staring back into a thousand lifetimes Fearing what the light finds I can see it shining through the trees
Cherry blossoms by Toi Derricotte
All around us the blossoms flurry down whispering, Be patient you have an ancient beauty. Be patient, you have an ancient beauty.
Chelsea Wolfe - The Waves Have Come
Creation was the only word That made you feel you never were An endless hope is all it was And holding sacred all were And don't forsake the way we were And don't tell me you never would
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Game of Thrones (2011 - 2019) // The Fallen Angel, Alexandre Cabanel // House of the Dragon (2022 - ) (x)
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My grandmother Naifa al-Sawada was born in June 1932. A beautiful girl with blue eyes, she was the only daughter to her parents. They were originally from Gaza but moved to nearby Bir al-Saba, where Naifa’s father Rizq worked as a merchant. She did well at school and in 1947 obtained the necessary certificate from the British – then the rulers of Palestine – to attend university. She did not do so, however. Her father was fearful about what could happen to her at a time when war in Palestine appeared imminent. At a young age, she married my grandfather Salman al-Nawaty and went to live in Gaza. Between 1947 and 1949, Zionist forces expelled approximately 800,000 Palestinians from their homes. Among those directly affected by the Nakba – Arabic for catastrophe – were Naifa’s own parents, who fled their home in Bir al-Saba for Gaza. Having witnessed the Nakba, Naifa encouraged her own children to defend Palestine. Naifa gave birth to four girls and six boys.Like so many mothers in Gaza, she experienced great loss. Her son Moataz went missing while traveling to Jerusalem in 1982. It is still not known what happened to him. Another son Moheeb, a journalist, left Palestine for Norway in 2007. Three years later he traveled to Syria. In January 2011, he went missing. The Syrian authorities subsequently confirmed to the Norwegian diplomatic service that he was imprisoned. But he has not been allowed to contact his family.We do not know his current whereabouts or even if he is alive or dead. My grandmother witnessed the first intifada from 1987 and 1993. On the streets around her, youngsters with stones and slingshots rose up against armed Israeli soldiers in tanks and military jeeps. During that time, her son Moheeb – the aforementioned journalist – was held for more than a year without charge or trial. That infamous practice is called administrative detention. My grandmother lived close to al-Shifa, Gaza’s largest hospital. She took great care of arranging everything in her home with her delicate hands. She used those same hands to comb her hair into braids. She memorized the Quran and took great interest in the education of her children and grandchildren. On 21 March this year, Israeli troops broke into my grandmother’s home. The soldiers displayed immense brutality. They ordered the women in our family to evacuate on foot and arrested the men. They would not allow the women to take my grandmother, who had Alzheimer’s disease, with them. The soldiers claimed that my grandmother would be safe. That was a lie. The invasion of my grandmother’s house took place amid Israel’s siege on al-Shifa hospital. My grandmother’s house was destroyed during that siege and she was killed. Her remains were found days after the Israeli troops eventually withdrew from the hospital earlier this month. She was killed – alone – in the same house where she had lived since 1955. We do not know if she suffered or if she died quickly. We do know that she was older than Israel’s merciless occupation.
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