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Lupin the First 🎩♥ #ルパン三世THEFIRST
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From new trailer of “Prison of the Past”
This one ❤❤ I have good feelings about it. 😍
I had to do it. 😍
You're under arrest, Lupin. ;3
From Animefest 2019, Officer Fujiko Mine!!
How does such a man go about being so cute in those glasses? I deserve much explanation. 😍❤
Totally hyped for the Lupin and Fujiko figures based on The Woman Called Fujiko Mine! I love them both so much. 😍
Someone Will Always Be Better
How do you learn you’re just okay?
How do you learn to do anything?
Who ever willingly teaches you
Without choosing a favorite,
Knowing someone is always better?
Impossible, I know...
How do you learn to live with it?
How do you learn to cope?
Who ever truly encourages
Your shattered, aching heart
When you’ve already seen
Into a darkened future?
Somebody has already done it.
She stole your golden voice,
She broke your dancing feet,
It doesn’t help you one bit...
It doesn’t help at all!
Before you see the end,
You wonder...did she ever know
If you wanted to make a living,
Or if you wanted to live...?
But why should it matter
When someone will always be better?
You know what
Lupin fandom hurts. I'm just posting about my love and appreciation, and then I realize no one's listening because I'm not an artist, and I don't expose my chest in my Fujiko cosplay. Sorry I'm not creative or sexy enough for your standards.
As stated in my last post, I cannot emphasize this loss enough. No matter what parts of the world we live in, today, fans who were touched are of like heart and mind.
Fujiko Mine in mourning--and I am not kidding when I say I almost cried in the last picture.
I know the news has gone around, but it is sadly true. Lupin III creator Monkey Punch has passed away. I am grateful he saw 51 years of this life-changing franchise, and even though I am less familiar with his other works, I am grateful that he invested in them all with an obviously strong sense of passion. I am no artist, and I am a mediocre writer at best, but there is no denying that what he added to his works was something that could touch all of our lives, one way or another. There was that raw ability to embed a real message into a seemingly impossible scenario, but many times was that made possible here. That's what truly makes impossibility dead to me, and hopefully you also. Thank you, and rest in peace.
~❤Band on the Run❤~
~From one impossibility to the next, let go of the world you know, and embrace your fullest opportunity to breathe, to know, to live.~
That’s certainly true… lmao
Was watching the original pilot for the Lupin TV series, and this managed to have me rolling, lol.
He can wear whatever he wants, mister disembodied subtitles voice, so shut up.
My friend was selling five commissions for Valentine's Day, so I reserved a slot, and this was the gorgeous result. Yes, I am the girl in this picture. I was feeling at such a loss, but this image is the perfect display of all the love I could ever hope to express, in the best and worst times. It's the hope that I can radiate something that is increasingly hard to find in the thieving business, that I can be hopeful, honest, and lovely in a way that does not steal or falsely seduce. This hope that I can love without questioning everything and that I can be myself with no shame and feel like it's enough--I think it's been captured in this image. This is who I am, and I am thankful that her hard work has made me proud of that. Thank you, once again. I love you so much, Arsene.
True Love Is Freedom
First Stave: My Everlasting Shame
Once upon a time,
I escaped my bloody past.
I tried to clean my hands
Of what I had not done.
The one who caused it all
Was hanging over me
To remind me of the misery,
To unveil the lust and greed.
My name, still bound to liars,
To murderers, to cheaters,
To the worst of the worst
And those who did not live
To tell the tale—
How long we tried to hide it!
How long that no one knew
Until the works of avarice
Spread far into the world!
Second Stave: Who Are You?
I’m not too far from home,
Often as I may try.
I run until I faint,
Until my blood runs dry.
I fall into deep sleep,
I’m poisoned and abused,
I’m pulled straight out of childhood
Only to be used.
Does anyone remember me
Before my captivity?
Does anyone remember me
When I was fancy free
In greenest fields, with bluest skies
Hovering all my days?
Is it you? Had we met
And parted separate ways?
Third Stave: Your Magic
You believe in my freedom
More than I ever could.
You see the world clearly,
Not for what it is,
But for what you can do,
For your possibilities
To come to their true form.
Draining lakes and taking flight—
All things you can do,
Because you have this magic,
And I believe in you.
I am a lonely child;
This glass I cannot break
Has shut me in too tightly
To feel a gentle breeze,
To see a piece of sky
And the glory of the sun.
What light you brought to me,
What joy, what hope, what tears!
What is this feeling? Does it seem
That there was once a year
Where life was bright and beautiful,
And so you were there too.
Because you have this magic,
And I believe in you.
Final Stave: Return to the Sun
Before you, I was silent,
I was sad and mortified.
I never imagined life
Beyond that restrictive glass.
I couldn’t imagine a treasure
That would open up the walls
That held my life captive
And offered nothing at all.
This hidden world below,
Much like my buried heart,
Has been ignited by the sun
And brought forth to life,
To be enjoyed by many
And all who seek its worth.
So this story of you and I
Meets its touching end.
Truly, I will wonder
For all my living days:
Which of us was captive,
And who led who to freedom?
For any shut-up hearts
Can learn of this fairy tale:
To give another life
Will help you find your own.
I should be honest about my feelings.
I have seen some pretty heartless criticism for the Castle of Cagliostro, mostly coming from hardcore manga fans who say that the content is soft and boring. Even fans of the anime series have the tendency to say it is boring. I guess I can’t fault them for being bored, but I certainly can—and will—fault their criticisms for being shallow. I think it’s clear to most of us that the vast majority of Lupin III fans are born from the anime, not from the manga. Though the work of the manga shouldn’t be fully discredited, it is clear to see how pretty much all characters portrayed between the two sources are vastly different from one another—and we all know who are the more admirable counterparts. Fans are blinded by the fact that CoC is actually very aware of the dark beginnings of Lupin, and it makes a point of this in a quiet moment.
On the surface, we see and understand that this is a brief explanation of Lupin’s failure to discover the secret of the castle. On the other hand, it clarifies why he goes out of his way to protect Clarisse’s life. So, what is it on the deepest level? What does this scene really mean?
What I firmly believe most people refuse to see is that this is a man, still working on putting aside that past, yet knowing that because of who he is, he will never really be “the good guy,” who is, aside from all that, making the deepest and most honest choice for the good of another.
He sees a big picture here that he did not see the ten years ago, and he’s taking all elements of the situation into account. This is a moment that should absolutely not be discredited.
The little acts of kindness and sacrifice that add to the feel of the fairy tale mean so much greater when you understand who this man was before, and, more so, that he took a moment to talk down that past self. It may not be in the words, but it’s in the tone of voice. He concludes that he is returning that favor of being looked after, especially when he didn’t deserve it.
When he says he will steal away Clarisse, she asks if he will give her freedom, to which he says yes. Think of it like this: who ever knew that the master thief had the ability to give?
In this way, one can actually argue that the core of the movie says that the greatest treasure is life.
Having said that, firmly established on these hopeful beliefs, happy 39th anniversary to a beautiful, breathtaking, life changing movie. I will enjoy your beauty and gentility for years to come.
Okay, so I know I have been and will be seen as the crazy Lupin fangirl. Nonetheless, today, I will take my time to let everyone know about my unique passion for the character of Daisuke Jigen. In a way, I am making this post to stand up for him. I see pretty tasteless jokes about him that stretch too far in how much they undermine and disrespect his character. Say what you will about his traitor trope and his seeming distaste for women. Those woman traitors did rotten, heartless things to him, and it seems no one ever labors upon how deeply those acts actually cut. Of course, it doesn't particularly show--just in the fact that Jigen tries to be more level in his emotions (mostly)--but not all scars show themselves. When I saw these things in Jigen, and instead, I imagined him hanging by a thread, I could clearly envision someone else I know and love. All the more, I wanted to take a stand and have those who read this see him in this light. If you think about what he's been through, there's meaning in what he says. I wish more fans would wish more encouragement for dear Jigen. I hope you will.
I’m sorry. ~snickers~
There are all those fangirls obsessing over their flower boys, then there’s me.