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@katamekyoken
HEY YOU! Do you like SKINNY BASTARDS? How about guys who might be KINDA UNHINGED? What about MAD DOGS who you just cannot keep down, no matter how hard you try? If you answered yes, then I’d love to offer you one MAJIMA GORO of the YAKUZA series, who meets ALL of these standards, and wraps them up in a SNAZZY SNAKE SKIN JACKET! HEADCANON HEAVY and MINORLY CANON DIVERGENT and written by ya boy HENRY!
LIKE or REBLOG(preferred) if you’re interested! (personals do not reblog)
homare, holding box of dog biscuits: is snack. taiga: FOR DOGS. goro: crunchie lil snackies taiga: FOR DOGS. homare: snack. taiga: [screams in frustration]
WHAT TYPE OF LOVE DO YOU ATTRACT?
you attract: adventure
breathing against your lover's back as you rest after a long hike up the mountain to watch the sunset; impromptu car rides in the middle of the night that lead you to nowhere and everywhere at once; leaping over fences and gates to hold each other in your arms. you attract adventure. you're the type to say yes before thinking of it. you have a look in your eyes that people find themselves nodding along to, if only to hold onto your attention for a little longer. you hate having to wait, and yearning brings you to almost a state of frustration for you have so much to give. you want to love now, for if you don't love, you feel a sort of emptiness that no adventure can fill. hold on tight, my dear, for your love is waiting for you, too.
Tagged by: @nakazonoluck Tagging: Steal it!
who were you in a past life?
victorian orphaned newspaper boy
oi what's all this then? me family's dead innit!! buy me newspaper!!! you exude mischievous energy. king of pickpocketing. king of acab. you were a scoundrel and a survivor. in this life, you are possibly the funniest member of your friend group or any friend group for that matter, but you're also probably very short. sorry guvna!
Tagged by: @nakazonoluck Tagging: @lightlorn(Nishitani), @ryunonendai(Saejima), Anyone else can fuckin steal it
@ryunonendai asked: ‘ i wouldn’t fall for someone i thought couldn’t misbehave. ’ from saejima
Wasteland, Baby! || Accepting
“Taiga...” He’s not blushing, but the smile on his face is something genuine which could almost be called ‘soft’ given the circumstances. It quickly disappears into something goofy, Majima pulling his kyodai down into a headlock that was almost more a hug and pressing a kiss to his temple.
“Yer bein’ a sap.”
HOZIER’S “WASTELAND, BABY!” SENTENCE STARTERS
feel free to change pronouns, etc!
NINA CRIED POWER
‘ it’s not the waking, it’s the rising. ’ ‘ it is the grounding of a foot uncompromising. ’ ‘ it’s not forgoing of the lie, it’s not the opening of eyes. ’ ‘ it’s not the shade; we should be past it. it’s the light, and it’s the obstacle that casts it. ’ ‘ it’s the heat that drives the light. ’ ‘ it’s the heaven of a human spirit ringing. ’ ‘ and i could cry power. ’ ‘ it’s not the wall, but what’s behind it. ’ ‘ power has been cried by those stronger than me, straight into the face that tells you to rattle your chains if you love being free. ’
ALMOST (SWEET MUSIC)
‘ i came in from the outside, burned out from a joyride. ’ ‘ the same kind of music haunts her bedroom. ’ ‘ i’m almost me again. ’ ‘ i’m almost me again. she’s almost you. ’ ‘ i wouldn’t know where to start. ’ ‘ be still my foolish heart. ’ ‘ don’t ruin this on me. ’ ‘ let’s get lost and let the good times roll. ’ ‘ let’s smoke rings from this paper doll. ’ ‘ i got some color back. ’ ‘ i laugh like me again, she laughs like you. ’ ‘ the very thought of you, and i am blue. ’ ‘ i get along without you very well some other nights. ’
MOVEMENT
‘ i still watch you when you’re grooving. ’ ‘ you’re moving without moving. ’ ‘ when you move, i’m moved. ’ ‘ you are a call to motion. ’ ‘ when you move, i’m put to mind of all that i wanna be. ’ ‘ i could never define all that you are to me. ’ ‘ move me, baby. ’ ‘ you do it naturally. ’ ‘ honey, you’re atlas in his sleeping. ’ ‘ i recall something that’s gone from me. ’ ‘ when you move, i’m put in awe of something so flawed and free. ’
NO PLAN
‘ what a waste to say the heart could feel apart, or feel complete. ’ ‘ why would you make out of words a cage for your own bird, when it sings so sweet the screaming, heaving fuckery of the world? ’ ‘ why would you offer a name to the same old tired pain? ’ ‘ all things come from nothing. ’ ‘ my heart is thrilled by the still of your hand. ’ ‘ i know now that you understand. ’ ‘ there’s no plan. ’ ‘ there’s no race to be run. ’ ‘ the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun. ’ ‘ there’s no kingdom to come. ’ ‘ i’ll be your man if you got love to get done. ’ ‘ sit in and watch the sunlight fade. ’ ‘ it’s getting late. ’ ‘ there’s no hand on the rein. ’ ‘ as mack explained, there will be darkness again. ’ ‘ let the awful song be heard. ’ ‘ i know your beat, baby. ’ ‘ your secret is safe with me. ’ ‘ if secrets were like seeds, keep my body from the fire, hire a gardener for my grave. ’ ‘ if secrets were like seeds, when i’m lying under marble, marvel at flowers you’ll have made. ’
NOBODY
‘ it’s gin o’clock. ’ ‘ i think about you everywhere i go. ’ ‘ i’ve done everything and i’ve been everywhere. ’ ‘ i’ve been fed gold by sweet fools. ’ ‘ i’ve had no love like your love from nobody. ’ ‘ i’d be appalled if i saw you ever try to be a saint. ’ ‘ i wouldn’t fall for someone i thought couldn’t misbehave. ’ ‘ i once warmed my hands over a burning maserati. ’ ‘ why should we deny the truth? ’ ‘ we could have less to worry about — i won’t lie to you. ’
TO NOISE MAKING (SING)
‘ remember when you’d sing just for the fuck of it? ’ ‘ the look of it was as sweet as the sound. ’ ‘ i couldn’t name that feeling carried in that voice — was it that, or just the act of making noise that brought you joy? ’ ‘ you don’t have to sing it right, but who could call you wrong? ’ ‘ put your emptiness to melody, your awful heart to song. ’ ‘ you don’t have to sing it right. ’ ‘ you don’t have to sing it right, but sing it strong. ’ ‘ at best, you’ll find a little remedy. ’ ‘ at worst, the world will sing along. ’ ‘ we’d scuff up our shoes. ’ ‘ you didn’t always sing it right. ’ ‘ who could ask you to be unbroken or be brave again? ’ ‘ be unbroken. ’ ‘ be brave again. ’ ‘ who could ask you to be sound or to feel saved again? ’ ‘ stick around until you hear that music play again. ’ ‘ so honey, sing. ’ ‘ sing. ’ ‘ remember when you’d sing just for the love of it? and any joy it would bring? ’
AS IT WAS
‘ there is a roadway, muddy and foxgloved, whenever i’d have life enough, my heart is screaming of. ’ ‘ and in a few days, i would be there, love. ’ ‘ whatever here that’s left of me is yours. ’ ‘ the highs hit the heights of my baby, and its hold had the fight of my baby. ’ ‘ the lights were as bright as my baby, ’ ‘ your love was unmoved. ’ ‘ tell me if, somehow, some of it remains, how long you would wait for me. ’ ‘ make your good love known to me. ’ ‘ tell me about your day. ’ ‘ and the nights were as dark as my baby, and half as beautiful too. ’
SHRIKE
‘ i couldn’t utter my love when it counted. ’ ‘ i couldn’t utter my love when it counted, but i’m singing like a bird about it now. ’ ‘ i’m singing like a bird about it now. ’ ‘ i couldn’t whisper when you needed it shouted. ’ ‘ words hung above, but never would form — like a cry at the final breath that is drawn. ’ ‘ remember me. ’ ‘ remember me, love. ’ ‘ remember me, love, when i’m reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn. ’ ‘ i’d no idea on what ground i was founded. ’ ‘ all of that goodness is going with you now. ’ ‘ then, when i met you, my virtues uncounted — all of my goodness is going with you now. ’ ‘ all of my goodness is going with you now. ’ ‘ dragging along, following your form, hung like the pelt of some prey you had won. ’ ‘ i’m hung like the pelt of some prey you had one. ’ ‘ remember me when i’m reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn. ’ ‘ i fled to the city with so much discounted. ’ ‘ i fled to the city with so much discounted, but i’m flying like a bird to you now. ’ ‘ i’m flying like a bird to you now. ’ ‘ i’m flying like a bird to you now, back to the hedgerows where bodies are mounted. ’ ‘ i was housed by your warmth. ’ ‘ i was thus transformed by your grounded and giving and darkening scorn. ’
TALK
‘ i’d be the voice that urged orpheus when her body was found. i’d be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground. ’ ‘ i’d be the dreadful need in the devotee. ’ ‘ i’d be the immediate forgiveness in eurydice. ’ ‘ imagine being loved by me. ’ ‘ i won’t deny — i’ve got in my mind now all the things i would do. ’ ‘ i try to talk refined for fear that you find out how i’m imagining you. ’ ‘ i’d be the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love. ’ ‘ i’d be the sweet feeling of release. ’
BE
‘ be as you’ve always been. ’ ‘ lover, be good to me. ’ ‘ be like the love that discovered the sin, that freed the first man and will do so again. ’ ‘ be that hopeful feeling when eden was lost. ’ ‘ it’s been deaf to our laughter since the master was crossed. ’ ‘ which side of the wall really suffers that cost? ’ ‘ be love in its disrepute. ’ ‘ love, in its disrepute, scorches the hillside and salts every root. ’ ‘ watch the slowing and starving of troops. ’ ‘ be like the rose that you hold in your hand, that will grow bold in a barren and desolate land. ’ ‘ love, won’t you be as you’ve always been? ’
DINNER & DIATRIBES
‘ this club here is stuck up. ’ ‘ i knew well from our first hookup the look of mischief in your eyes. ’ ‘ your friends are a fate that befell me. ’ ‘ hell is the talking type. ’ ‘ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ’ ‘ that’s the kind of love i’ve been dreaming of. ’ ‘ honey, i laugh when it sinks in. ’ ‘ the evening is slowing. ’ ‘ the end is in sight. ’ ‘ it’s easier knowing what you’d do to me tonight. ’ ‘ let there be hotel complaints and grievances raised. ’ ‘ let there be damage ensued and tabloid news. ’
WOULD THAT I
‘ i saw your hair like the branch of a tree — a willow dancing on air before covering me. ’ ‘ that love in withdrawal was the weeping of me. ’ ‘ the sound of the saw must be known by the tree. ’ ‘ i fretted fire, but that was long ago. ’ ‘ i blink in sight of your blinding light. ’ ‘ it’s not tonight where you hold me tight. ’ ‘ you’re good to me. ’ ‘ with the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet. ’ ‘ like the ashes of ash, i saw rise in the heat. ’ ‘ i fell in love with the fire long ago. ’ ‘ with each love i cut loose, i was never the same. ’ ‘ i’m watching still-living roots be consumed by the flame. ’ ‘ i was fixed on your hand of gold laying waste to my loving long ago. ’ ‘ in awe, there i stood. ’ ‘ though i’ve handled the wood, i still worship the flame. ’ ‘ as long as the amber of ember glows, all the would that i’d loved is long ago. ’
SUNLIGHT
‘ i would shun the light. ’ ‘ share in evening’s cool and quiet. ’ ‘ who would trade that hum of night for sunlight? ’ ‘ but whose heart would not take flight? ’ ‘ but whose heart would not take flight, betray the moon as acolyte, on first and fierce affirming sight of sunlight? ’ ‘ i’d been lost to you. ’ ‘ i flew like a moth to you. ’ ‘ oh, your love is sunlight. ’ ‘ all the tales the same, told before and told again. ’ ‘ a soul that’s born in cold and rain knows sunlight. ’ ‘ oh, my sunlight. ’ ‘ all that was shown to me, sunlight, was something foreknown to me. ’ ‘ all these colors fade for you only. ’ ‘ hold me. ’ ‘ carry me slowly. ’ ‘ each day, you’d rise with me. ’ ‘ know that i would gladly be the icarus to your certainty. ’ ‘ strap the wing to me. death trap-clad, happily, with wax melted, i’d meet the sea. ’
WASTELAND, BABY!
‘ all the fear and the fire of the end of the world happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl. happens great, happens sweet. ’ ‘ happily, i’m unfazed here, too. ’ ‘ wasteland baby, i’m in love with you. ’ ‘ baby, i’m in love with you. ’ ‘ all the things yet to come are the things that have passed: like the holding of hands, like the breaking of glass. ’ ‘ i’m in love with you. ’ ‘ and i love too that love soon might end. ’ ‘ be still, my indelible friend. you are unbreaking. ’ ‘ you are unbreaking, though quaking. ’ ‘ that day that we watch the death of the sun; the cloud and the cold and those jeans you have on. ’ ‘ you gaze unafraid as they sob from the city ruins. ’ ‘ the stench of the sea and the absence of green are the death of all things that are seen and unseen. ’ ‘ not an end, but the start of all things that are left to do. ’ ‘ that’s it. ’
[ bare ] your muse baring their teeth at mine. ((For the tal vashoth Boys in DA:I au))
v i o l e n c e || Old meme!
The two are the same height, both kossith, teeth like razors bared in equally aggressive snarls, and that’s where the similarities end.
It’s hard to tell how the fight will play out. Lex has weight and endurance on his side, but the Mad Dog is known for speed and ferocity; the best change Lex has is if he can get a good, solid hit in early and put the Mad Dog on the floor. Keep him there. Otherwise he’ll have to try and outlast him, endure the rogue cutting into him until the Mad Dog is exhausted--
If he ever gets exhausted, that is...
And wait for an opening.
It’s going to be a hard fight, but that’s why the money on it is so good.
The bell rings, and Lex bellows like a raging bull as he thrusts the pommel-end of his great axe straight at the Mad Dog’s jaw.
pure love when shizuka realizes that majima married them because he fell in love w/ them not the other way around and they get fuckining offended
Yᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ Kɪᴡᴀᴍɪ II | ▶
I need everyone to know that Majima doesn’t actually know how to bowl like on a technical level but he’s also that asshole who repeatedly accidentally gets strikes and everyone fucking hates it
majima and yuko’s relationship is really just him, for a second time, seeing a sickly younger girl who’s important to someone important to him and was like ‘well this is my baby sister too now’
if we’re mutuals and you want a reliable way to get ahold of me and talk about anything just add me on discord because the alternative is, in fact, you posting your discord on the dash and me thinking that you don’t want me to add you so i don’t because i am scared that you secretly do not like me
@goroni
maji is a simple queer... he sees a man w/ biceps the size of his head and thighs twice the size of his w/ muscle, realizes he has a soft heart under the scary face and he is promptly consumed w/ love and adoration that he shows in his own way.
google search how do i like a reply to my post
majima in that last ask really just ‘kiryu-chan is massive. a beefy boy. strong. got muscles on his muscles. i love it’
@lightlorn Asked: Yuko shoves a pen into Majima's face, holding herself tall and authoritative. "The people demand answers -- What is your relationship to Kiryu-kun? Is fighting a metaphor for something else? /Do you let him wear the jacket?/"
Majima AMA || Accepting
“Yuko-Chan...” Majima looks at her, plaintive, putting on a show for the ‘reporter’. “I’m just tryin’ to live my life. Just tryin’ to get a good fight... Maybe get a kiss after... Maybe more, if I’m lucky.”
A pause, loooking down at himself and then off to the side, squinting slightly as he imagines Kiryu. “Pretty sure if he managed t’ get my jacket on I’d never get it off him in one piece, though.”
