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Grindo Duckass

@arancar-no-6 / arancar-no-6.tumblr.com

Koujaku and stackable bowls are the bane of my existence. Currently into One Piece and Jujutsu Kaisen. Spoilers are TAGGED as: One Piece Spoilers

I’ve been scouring the internet, collecting and translating a massive series of mihozoro doujin for the last year. For my own pleasure.

Is anyone interested in its contents? 👀

I have at least 7 almost completely translated (save for maybe a few speech bubbles I couldn’t figure out)

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EDIT: The following have been translated, but due to Tumblr’s NSFW policy they have been posted to other sites:

Circle: Freaky Gangsta

Circle: SAKURAMOCHI

"You've faced several life-or-death situations. But that does not make you an adult. Finding more fallen-out hairs on your pillow, watching your favourite stuffed bread disappear from the convenience store... The accumulation of those little despairs is what makes a person an adult."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NANAMI KENTO! 🧡

3rd July

Bonus: Nanami being relatable

Thinking about Shimotsuki Furiko raising Zoro on her own after his parents and her husband passed. A little hut at the top of the mountains and it’s just her and her tiny grandson going through the motions of a simple and quiet life together.

And Zoro not wandering down the mountain towards Shimotsuki village until after his grandmother passes at her request. He’s still so young and she doesn’t want him to live here all alone…

Anonymous asked:

How do you process grief?

by running from it until it finds me in the middle of a sunny street on a beautiful day

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prev had extremely beautiful and profound thoughts i had to share

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You deal with grief in layers and an upwards spiral, always navigating closer and further away from the pain, getting used to the box full of memories, but still tearing up at your song. Being able to sing the song two months later, but breaking down on the street their house is on. Feeling a pang at seeing their sweater still in your drawer while getting dressed for a date with someone new. Yesterday I was on his street and got home and sobbed in a pile at my mother's feet. Today I walked the same street and smiled. Tomorrow, I may cry again. But always, always, I spiral up.