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Marsha poses for a series of photographs published in 1st September 1998 Hello magazine (part 1 of 2)
When these photos were taken, she was living in Wicklow (Ireland) with her then partner, Irish filmmaker Alan Gilsenan, they met the previous year while making a documentary.
Marsha recently published her novel "Like Venus Fading"
watched the demon slayer movie and i cried my eyes out T_T could you write about some fluff with rengoku something to make us heart broken fans feel better (╥ω╥) Maybe hcs abt what it would be like raising a kid with Kyujuro rengoku, or reincarnation Modern AU fic/hcs where reader and him could finally be together and happy! What job would he have? What would life be like with him in the modern world? If u dont like that you can do your own thing! Stay safe bean and thank you <3
Rengoku Kyojuro
summary : if rengoku kyojuro were to raise a kid, how will he raise it ? will he be a good parent ? lets find out.
pronouns used : they/them (for you & the child)
warnings : swearing / cussing, mentions of pregnancy
a/n : as a manga reader, i feel your pain. anyways sorry if this is too ooc
i feel like he would be so happy to be a dad
he would be so protective over his baby
and he'll buy a shit ton of baby products
hell buy a shit ton of baby clothes, toys, etc
i feel like he'd make a whole ass room for a baby too
he'll be so excited and energetic when his child said their first word. like woah.
even though their first word isnt dad or father, he'd still be happy.
hed also teach them how to walk of course
when they can finally walk on their own, he'd be so proud of them
like woah!! you just walked!! on your own!! im so proud of u!!
he'd lift the child up and smother them with affection yk
he'd teach his kid all sorts of things
i feel like since he, an energetic (?) person, would make a child energetic
yk since its his child, esp if theyre related to rengoku (in case u wanna assume that u both adopted a kid yk)
he would totally play hide and seek with them
play doctors, play barbies, etc
he would also read bed time stories
he would laugh at the silly things that his child have done;
whether its coming home covered in mud,
or what they dreamed of,
or silly scenarious that they came across while playing in the backyard,
or silly people theyve met at school,
anything.
he would totally spoil them too
he would help with laundry, changing diapers, making breakfast, etc
cause he knows raising a child is hard
esp during pregnancy, mans would literally smother u with love and wouldnt let u moth an inch
he would be so accepting over his child too
wanna dress masc? go ahead! wanna dress feminine? lets buy dresses!
wanna play soccer? let him play with you. wanna draw? lets draw together
he would be so proud of them for the littlest things
and hed be there for you & child 24/7
although hes busy sometimes, hed try to make quality time for the both of you
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I’ve had a lifetime of people telling me all the bad things happening to them were my fault. At what point do I stop accepting that as a truth?
VIBES
I feel this vibe when I see you
If I catch you glance my way,
the energy rushes through
like a thousand little drims playing on repeat
like a lightning bolt struck through me,
I can barely speak.
Each time you leave,
I keep saying it’s not true.
Each time you come back,
I keep wishing you’d feel it too.
This silly heart of mine won’t stop fluttering for you
This silly heart of mine keeps saying, “HEY! I like you!”
My mind’s a mess of tangled thoughts of what ifs
My mind’s a clutter of scenarios that won’t fit.
These foolish things keep running on my mind
But I know that in truth, all these things are just pretty lies
So I need to stop myself from falling for you
Because the crash is fast approaching if I don’t stop thinking of you.
-- Shiori
