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I keep on forgetting how much I adore this part with Kyo and Tohru. Likeโ€ฆ Kyo put away his own bullshit self loathing because he knew that going to go see her grandfather would fuck her up. And likeโ€ฆ. the way that the minute that Tohru spirals, and before it gets too far, Kyo is right there. This isnโ€™t like at the beach house where she spiraled all by herself that night. This is the moment where we see that Tohru doesnโ€™t have to spiral alone, because Kyo is there for her. And the minute Kyo pops up he immediately asks whatโ€™s wrong and keeps asking until she snaps out of it and says sheโ€™s fine. And that gentle head pat??? Not like the other ones heโ€™s done before where itโ€™s teasing. Itโ€™s soft and gentle and reassuring. This is where we really see Kyo change and how his interactions are becoming softer now after the beach arc and especially right after his confrontation with Kagura. Look this is me rambling cause I have feels right now. Iโ€™m not sure where this post is leading toโ€ฆ.

dark academia but you live in the countryside

  • wax jackets (barbour or similar) with lots of pocketsโ€ฆ you can carry so many books in a poacherโ€™s pocket
  • battered leather boots that were smart once
  • walking through a village graveyard with the sun at your back, warming you slightly in the crisp morning
  • always carrying a pocketknife (opinels are preferable)
  • tweed jackets - practical and warm (and classic da)
  • sketching the animals and plants around you and pinning them up in your room
  • collecting insects and labelling them neatly in their boxes
  • finding a sun-bleached sheep skull on a mountainside and taking it home
  • wandering across fields and moors with no particular aim in mind, and a hip flask full of whisky to keep you warm
  • stone churches in tiny villages, the smell of old bibles, sun through stained glass windows
  • taking a stack of books down to the river to sit and read in the sun
  • riding your bike down to the village library, occupying the only table for the afternoon
  • paddling barefoot down freezing streams, trousers rolled to your knees, cutting your feet on the rocks and feeling alive

๐Ÿž๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿž๐Ÿž๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿž๐Ÿž๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿž๐Ÿž๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿž๐Ÿž๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿž๐Ÿž๐Ÿฏ some bread n honey for my mutuals

Black and Green are my favorite colours๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ’š https://www.instagram.com/isabella.clancy/p/BxUGmIhpqmy/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=t6dv8r79x6wd