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Eir would've loved having a charr twink break it down at her funeral and you know it.

#meanwhile rytlock is guzzling all the ale and rambling drunken stories in the background #braham is screaming at some mountains #and rox just crawled out of the jungle and is dying of malnutrition #this squad is doing great #guild wars 2 #gw2 #charr #shiro rambles

The shrimp council enjoying their pellets

#fish #shrimp #shrimpblr #fishblr #neocaridina #fish posting #shiro rambles

Despite all the parallels between the life of takopi with marina and shizuka. I can't shake the fact that shizuka saw takopi as her saviour, marina saw him as her child.

I don't know why ,but it really fits for me like that

They both project their way of happiness into him without knowing.

Shizuka was feeling helpless, ever since her father went away, she wanted someone to help her, to make her happy, and to make her believe in the magic of life again, and no matter what, she wanted that saviour to always be on her side, because if her saviour go, who will be with her side? She won't forgive this at all. And now that she finally found the hope light with the help of her saviour, she won't back up to that dark alley she was in for years, even if she hurt the one who guided her into the light.

Marina believed that being a mother and helping her child being happy unlike her will make her finally feel fulfilled in her life, not realising how she could always copy the same thing her mother did to her ,and how physically aggressive she is to her child (takopi), she feels disgusted even at the idea that she could be like her mom in anyway, in the end she felt regret that she didn't cherish him and give him a proper name before everything went to hell for her.

#takopi no genzai #takopi's original sin #shizuka kuze #marina kirarazaka #shiro rambles #I really love both of them and how well written they are #they did a very wrong things... but I can't help but cry everytime I see them in pain

Most people would describe me as "kind", and yet they say it as if it's a wrong thing, telling me I am too kind, but if I'm not, do I have any qualities left? I really want to be a funny person, or a witty one, someone curious and courageous, or someone enthusiastic with whom you can have fun with. But at the end of the day I'll be "kind", and I'm not sure when I've come to resent that