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if iwaoi as a couple are their fiery reunion upon the orange courts of the olympic stage then daisuga are the warm sweater you wear to japanese high school graduation ceremonies under the cherry blossoms in march
WHY ARE PEOPLE USING AI TO WRITE FANFICS ON AO3
Tsukasa the dreadful, hightly respected by his troops and feared by wild beasts.
Also. Tsukasa when Senku is near, in 16th and 17th manga volumes :
Doing my rewatch of Dr Stone and I miss Tsukasa’s snark so much. Meeting Kohaku and being genuinely perplexed by her, asking her “what happened to hello?” And then proceeding to crush her with a tree. Telling chrome “you can have all the colored fire and science tricks to keep you happy.” While he’s dangling over a fucking waterfall. Why did they kill your snark when you were refrigerated.
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
Yes, Xeno, just like how you sent your fruity boyfriend to capture your prodigy’s friends. Your prodigy sent his hunk boyfriend to kidnap you.
Poor Xeno was playing 3D chess and this rascal with sentient lettuce hair was playing UNO
I was waiting for this.
DR STONE PITBULL TERRIER ANIMATION!!
Tsukasen supremacy!!
modern media in a nutshell
the most unrealistic thing about dr stone season 2 is that no one caught up with or overtook senku when he was running to stop hyoga at the river and the second most unrealistic thing is that he was able to stop tsukasa’s fall off a goddamn cliff with just one arm considering senku has the strength of a flea and that mf literally weighs NINETY-NINE KILOS
just realised the outro to 僕らだけの主題歌 (the ugetsu movie ED song) is played by two interweaving violins and i’m not ok
Even though sometimes I get frustrated, I actually get why some people feel unsatisfied with Given. Since I felt that way at first too.
“Mafuyu moved on too fast.”
“Why would someone commit suicide so easily, and why are we expected to care?”
Those were the parts that initially felt underdeveloped, almost half-cooked.
But Given is one of those stories where your first reading really really really isn’t enough. It takes time to understand what it’s actually doing, and to adjust your expectations accordingly. Once it clicks, Istg, you realize it’s a very tightly written, character-driven narrative. If you only approach it as literature rather than just a BL romance, or only as romance, tbch.
Because the focus was never really Yuki and Mafuyu’s love story. Yuki Yoshida is the prelude to Mafuyu's journey. The story is about Mafuyu learning to live with grief after losing someone deeply important to him.
And importantly, as the story progresses, we begin to understand that Yuki’s suicide isn’t reducible to that one argument. There are deeper, underlying issues at play, but they’re never fully spelled out. And that lack of clarity is intentional. Because most of the time, especially with teenage suicide, there isn’t a single clean, explainable reason. It’s messy, layered, and often incomprehensible to the people left behind.
That ambiguity is part of Mafuyu’s grief.
And that’s exactly why Mafuyu “falling in love quickly” with Ritsuka Uenoyama is something we’re supposed to *examine*, not dismiss.
Mafuyu doesn’t just “move on.” He’s grieving all the way through Umi e. His guilt, his panic when it finally hits him that Yuki is truly gone, his relief at ultimately learning to let go, those moments are very deliberately written.
At the same time, what he feels for Ritsuka begins almost immediately and runs parallel to that grief, attraction, emotional pull, dependence, and a kind of quiet reverence.
And this is where the distinction matters.
What Mafuyu feels for Ritsuka is clearly romantic in nature, it involves vulnerability, longing, and a willingness to open himself up again. What he had with Yuki, on the other hand, reads very differently. It’s closer to familial attachment at its core, shaped by proximity, history, and emotional reliance, paired with a codependent dynamic that included a sexual component. Which is why Yuki is never positioned in Mafuyu’s mind as a “romantic rival” to Ritsuka.
Because the two relationships don’t occupy the same emotional category.
Yuki represents, familiarity, entanglement, a past kid Mafuyu didn’t fully understand until it was gone.
Ritsuka represents, conscious choice, emotional risk, vulnerability, need to surrender self, and a new kind of love that requires adolescent Mafuyu to actively engage with his own feelings. And that’s the core of Given.
Not a love triangle. Not a competition.
But a story about how someone learns to differentiate, process, and rebuild their capacity to love after loss.
And if you read it that way, a lot of things people call “too fast” or “underdeveloped” start to make structural sense.
"beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror."
ugetsu murata is exactly who the aesthetes write about. rilke describes an artist as one who posesses emotional intensity from life, solitude, and feeling. he discusses how the difficulty of love itself is an art, one ugetsu has touched upon many times.
a possibly hopeless romantic, ugetsu is junxtaposed by the avoidant attachmenet he carries with him. driven by his deep connection to his art, the violin, the man's raw vulnerability forces him to isolate from others. he hides his intense sensitivity and pain with self destruction and feigned nonchalance, tormented by the very thing he does to live. ugetsu's emotions are passionate to the point where they're suffocating, defined by their severe volatility. this intensity has him jumping from melancholic pensiveness to aggression, notably agitated by overstimulation.
the brunette is certainly not as independent as he claims. despite his avoidance of relationships, he struggles to be on his own. ugetsu puts all his energy towards his passion, allowing music to practically drain him. he has no interest, energy or time to cook or clean, and struggles when he lacks somebody to help him.
ugetsu is a walking contradiction. everything he presents is rooted in it's demise, walking him to his eventual downfall. his awareness and fragility only blur with his self-sabatoge and strength, his strive for independence chained down by attachement. despite his extreme lonliness, ugetsu is quite skilled socially. this charming, alluring side of him is a facade he's heavily relied on, embracing his front. it comes naturally, now, slipping through his lips before his heart has a chance to put in its two cents. masking his profound lonliness and fear has become the default, pushing down his genuine emotions.
ugetsu is almost cruel, in a way, taking sarcasm to an extreme at his front, grasping at straws to be anything but who he truly is. he mocks bad music with the hubris of a prodigy (which he is), and can seem belittling. he's playful, theatrical in a way, exaggerating his speech with quips and hand gestures. it's much easier to live that way, avoiding everything that you truly are.
at heart, he yearns for deep connection. ugetsu contains a gentleness he has yet been able to embrace, believing he is bound to be damaged by commitment. his fear of being a burden or getting hurt drives him to believe he doesn't deserve the love he desires, instead choosing to sit at war with his feelings forever.
despite ugetsu's expressive facial expressions, he goes completely blank when he feels deepest. when hurt, his expression goes vacant, trying to comprehend how a problem has slipped past his walls.
his severe isolation may just be the death of him. for the day rilke says that beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, ugetsu lives another day. hesitant, waiting, perhaps hoping things will change. he has been plagued with the elegance of icarus, destined to soar in skies of solitude. ugetsu murata may not find love, he may not find the hope he searches for, as his bow will serve as his double edged sword for the rest of his time.
“I’m pretty sure that I’ll still remember this day even ten years from now. But… I’m sure I’ll start to forget, little by little. The name of the bus stop we got off at today. The color of the sweater I was wearing. The words that were popular between the two of us at the time. I’m sure I’ll start forgetting those things, little by little. I think that’s called loneliness. One day, atop a burning, blinding stage, I’ll learn that for myself.”
— Satō Mafuyu, Given
There are multiple chapters that are set in hospitals where the characters are attempting to recover from injuries that never fully heal. I must once again stress that my experience in WWI was perfectly normal.
There is a giant horrible mudplain full of unrecoverable and perfectly preserved dead bodies that the characters have to walk through in a land where the air is poisoned gas, and on a compLETELY UNRELATED NOTE: WWI WAS TOTALLY FINE AND NORMAL!!
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Look, I agree that perhaps the Witch-king should have been less assured of his own invincibility in a world where elves, dwarves, hobbits, wizards, the undead, and women are all real things, but I think he would have still been screwed even if Glorfindel's prophecy had been less exact in its wording. Consider the following scenario, for instance.
Witch-king: "Hinder me? Thou fool! Nobody may hinder me!" Odysseus of Ithaca, very lost:
i’m kinda late to streaming frieren so people have probably discussed this ages ago but i just realised the opening imagery of s1’s second OP song is a butterfly (symbol for fern as per the hair ornament frieren gofted her) sucking the nectar from a flower (symbol for himmel the hero/the original party of adventurers as per their special connection to the spell that creates a field of flowers; and by extension a tie to flamme too) and oh my god it ties the before and after of frieren’s life together so perfectly in one image
losing my mind over s1ep27 of frieren WHAT DO YOU MEAN FRIEREN SAVED HIMMEL WHEN HE WAS A KID WITH THE SPELL THAT CREATES A FIELD OF FLOWERS