Ah, that would be because I’ve been shadow banned, which means that although my original Tweets can be seen, the replies can’t be seen unless you go to my profile and view them directly from my profile (I’ve already reported this to Twitter because, as much as I joke about it, I really haven’t done anything to violate the Twitter regulations, so I’m hoping that I’ll be out of the shadow realm soon *crosses fingers*).
To make access easier, I’ll just copy and paste the story here 😀
OMG SO CUTE.
So, apparently, at one point during the “Musical Touken Ranbu ~Shinken Ranbu Sai 2017~”, Saeki Daichi, Ohira Shunya, Sato Ryuji, Miura Hiroki and Takano Akira ended up gathering in Daichi’s hotel room to tell horror stories.
Shunya and Akira ended up being scared for real. Because he was so scared, Shunya suggested that they all sleep together, but they went back to their own rooms. Ryuji was the one who accompanied Shunya ♥
And, LOLing so hard because when Daichi was left all alone, he ended up becoming scared too. Big brother Daichi babysitting the bbies of Toumyu xD It’s so adorbs though how Ryuji ended up taking over the care of Shunya, to quote Daichi ♥ ♥ ♥
The individual Tweets for the thread can be found here: Tweet 1, Tweet 2 and Tweet 3.
“Mitsumete Kureru Nara” from the “Musical Touken Ranbu ~Kashuu Kiyomitsu Tanki Shutsujin 2017~″ (Toumyu) just kills me.
From the lyrics alone, you can imagine it. You, as a former saniwa, who, for whatever reason, no longer remembers your life as a saniwa or your Touken Danshi.
One day, you’re walking on the streets in modern day Japan, and then, somewhere, in the bus or on the train, over the counter or just when you’re reaching for the same thing on the shelf, your fingers brush against someone.
A young man.
You don’t know him, he’s a complete stranger. But when your eyes meet, you can see the recognition flood his eyes.
He knows you.
It feels like that fateful meeting triggers something new; time and time again, you cross paths with this young man.
And, every single time, he looks as lost and confused as you are, but he also always seems happy to see you.
Eventually, you give in, and during one of those meetings, you decide to introduce yourself.
“Hi, my name is [NAME]. What’s yours?”
Maybe to people he knows, people who he is familiar with and not some random stranger he keeps meeting at various places, maybe he goes by a different name (because surely, he can’t be serious about sharing the same name as the sword owned by the legendary Shinsengumi captain Okita Souji), but the one that he gives you is one that is a name that feels foreign yet familiar on your lips.
Kashuu Kiyomitsu.
Something compels you to offer him your hand. His gaze falls on your outstretched hand before he turns back to you. There is a look in his eyes, hesitant but hopeful, as he gingerly takes your hand in his.
When he holds your hand in his grasp, when he holds you, it’s gentle, but also painfully tight; like he can’t bear to lose you.
You’ve only just met – you’ve been meeting for a while now, but you’ve really only just met – and it’s as if he knows that if you walked away, if he doesn’t hold on tight enough, if he lets you walk away, the two of you will never meet again.
‘Ever since we met, ever since I’ve found you, I can’t return to the person I was, the person who didn’t know you.’
His crimson eyes are genuine, serious, desperate, engraved with a deep longing that makes your heart ache.
‘I don’t care if you don’t know me, but promise me that you’ll seek for me.’
You don’t know him, this young man, Kashuu Kiyomitsu.
‘What we shared in the past doesn’t matter, but we keep meeting like this, and I don’t know why.’
But, maybe, you want to.
‘I don’t care if you don’t know me, but we keep meeting like this, so please, if you could, please, just fix your eyes on me.’
Just maybe, he’s not the only one who wants this, this new connection that seems to tether the both of you to each other, binding you to each other.
And maybe, just maybe, just as he doesn’t want you to look away from him.
You don’t want to lose sight of him too.
This young man.
Kashuu Kiyomitsu.
For a translation of the lyrics for “Mitsumete Kureru Nara” (as well as the kanji and romaji lyrics for the song), please refer to this post: HERE
Don’t tell your daughter that when a boy is mean or rude to her it’s because he has a crush on her. Don’t teach her that abuse is a sign of love.
My mom always taught me yell or fight back. Boys would be mean and I would yell back. I would get my ass pinched and I would smack them as hard as I could.
Who alway got in trouble? Me.
They would call my mother and she always came in and lectures my teachers and threatened to sue for making her miss work and treating me poorly.
She always taught my brothers to respect women. The only fights my brothers ever got in was defending women from someone else.
The school tried to call my father once instead of my mother on us. He came in in his full preacher outfit (being a preacher and all) and gave them an entire sermon on what would Jesus day of he was called in. They decided dealing with my mom was better.
I think my favorite story of this is when some kid snapped my bra and I turned around, didn’t even think about it, and punched that little motherfucker right in the nose.
So naturally, I end up in the principal’s office, refusing to apologize.
“He shouldn’t have put his hands on me and I wouldn’t have hit him!” That’s the only thing I was saying.
These people had the unfortunate luck of catching my dad at home, instead of my mom. So he comes fucking sauntering in there, like he’s Clint fucking Eastwood in some western movie and looks at me.
“Melissa, did you punch him?”
“Yes.” I said.
“Why?”
“Because he snapped my bra strap.”
And he turns his squinty eyed glare to the principal and says, “You’re telling me my daughter is in trouble because that squirrely looking kid put his hands on her and she chose to defend herself? That’s what you are saying to me.”
“Well, sir-” The man kind of stuttered because my dad is kind of intimidating in the quiet sort of way that kind of whispers in the back of your mind that this person could be dangerous. “Melissa did make it physical.”
“No. That kid put his hands on my daughter. Are you saying my daughter cannot defend herself when some boy decides to put hands on her? Is that what you are teaching my girl?”
I didn’t get suspended that day.
*slow clap for excellent parenting*
This is the parent I want to be omg
I went to a nun school.
The nuns there were like, so rad.
It was a party organized for the end of the school year, and I was helping in the kitchen to prepare stuff with a nun and a bunch of little girls. There was one of the girls’ little brother who was there.
There was a little girl who was carrying a bowl of tomato sauce and was going outside, but the boy was just in front of her and he slammed the door in her face. She dropped the bowl on the floor and got all messy.
So what happened?
The nun went outside, took the boy by the arm, and gave him an epic speech going around the lines of: “Would you treat the Virgin Mary like that, young man?” “Nnnnno…” “Then treat every girl like she’s the Virgin Mary.” Not only the boy had to apologize to the little girl, but he also had to clean up and he was put on kitchen duty for the rest of the day.
Then another day, in catechism class (I was a in a girls’ school, mind you), the nun was there telling us: “If a guy touches you in a way you don’t like, punch him in the face. It’s not a sin against charity. On the contrary, you’re being charitable by showing him he’s sinning by impurity and you’ll save him from going to hell.”
So I was at my desk during class looking like this:
Reblogging for awesome dads and kickass nuns.
If the Catholic church were run by like 90% of the nuns I know, the world would be a much better, much cooler place.
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