poem on his birthday

What’s Love Got to Do With it?

Your opinions are so interesting… So I ask you, what you think about Furuta’s love for Rize? What was revealed recently with Mutsuki makes me think they are same in a some way, I mean a twisted love and unhealthy obsession in a one-sided.
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An interesting question posed to me in an ask that I’ve decided to turn into a full meta because I think the asker is missing that Furuta and Mutsuki are not the only ones with unrequited love this arc. Luckily I’ve drawn up a chart.

Why all of this unrequited love all of a sudden? Is it because Ishida wishes to write a Shoujo manga with corpses, and has decided to convert the last arc into one? It goes deeper than that, so let’s analyze it under the cut. 

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6570 days and look how far you’ve come.
‘don’t grow up’ they’ve all said.
but growing up is inevitable.
as we get older the days and nights have started to blur into this beautifully created painting we call life.
the memories we’ve shared together,
the endless laughter, adventures that end in mishap, the car rides where we chased the sunset, an abundance of meaningful talks that bled late into the night.
all of those now are just a part of the past.
they’ve been written in your story, and maybe one day
you’ll open that novel and relive those adventures.
but right now, we’re in the here and now.
carpe diem, right?
maybe not, maybe we’ll just live for the moments instead.
eighteen fascinating years have passed you by and here’s to the rest of your life.
may today be filled with joyous smiles and
skies as blue as the tenerife sea.
—  happy birthday // h.h

Ironically, he wasn’t a romantic.

Sure he appreciated romance.  

But for a poet born on St. Valentine’s Day, Derek was not a romantic.

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anonymous asked:

Good lord, hearing you talk about Mari and Adrien makes my heart SWELL so much it's almost SUFFOCATING. I'm sure I won't survive once they get together.

Hey man, this is canon, okay? I’m just regurgitating all the feels that Thomas Astruc and his crew have given me.

Love-starved Adrien Agreste pining for Ladybug, having no idea that Marinette/Ladybug loves him so much and wants to be with him and worries for his safety and would give up her powers for him and made him a scarf for his birthday and wrote him a love poem and pictures his face in the sky sometimes and would destroy anyone who tries to hurt him.

Like… this dynamic is AGONIZING when you sit down and think about it (as I have, on various occasions).

So if my fan fics reflect that, I must be doing an okay job.

anonymous asked:

Im really agree about the meaning conversation between amon n touka, bu im not such amazing n detailed as u did. I even didnt recognize if touka has some little decrease in her development after closure in this chapter. But how ur thought about the last panel? Bc for me, ishida didnt make that just for fun right? Is something bad/good will happen for ccg soon? What furuta purpose for do that?do u can see that panel indicate some sad or does ishida want to tell something on that panel? Thanks 😊

Thank you! I don’t think Touka is regressing so much as her arc isn’t over yet and it’s a misnomer to look at this conversation and say “Touka’s grown so much”, because she has just not necessarily in the right ways. 

As for this panel: 

I think this is commonly what is referred to as a ‘victory lap’. 

As for why the chapter ended in this specific panel, I think it solidifies with really quick visual imagery Furuta’s takeover of the CCG’s narrative. 

Charlie Chaplin is quoted as saying: "Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.“ Appearance wise, Furuta’s outfit and design is heavily based off of Charlie Chaplin, and hes’ even associated with him in the calendar. 

To explain what that quote means though, genre wise there’s not actually that much of a difference in the content of a comedy. Characters can die in comedies as well, and even really tragic happenings can occur within a comedy. The difference lies in how it’s framed. A tragic narrative requires tight up close and personal framing, while a comedy tends to play more fast and loose. Therefore, close up vs a long shot. 

There are even times in Tokyo Ghoul a story which is specifically called by Kaneki “A Tragedy” in the first chapter alone, is instead called a comedy by characters other than Kaneki. 

Consider this, Tokyo Ghoul is a tragedy because Kaneki is it’s main character and therefore we define it as such. We see the events that happen to Kaneki as tragic because as the main character were are constantly up close and personal with both the traumatic happenings to Kaneki’s life, and also his own personal thoughts and reactions to them.

Furuta however is a character that we only see from a distance. We almost always see his personal mask in the situation and never his inner narration. The reason we are suddenly cutting to Furuta now only to see him do something absolutely ridiculous is to solidify this point, Kaneki frames his life as a tragedy and Furuta as a comedy. 

He also has kind of a point to highlight the CCG’s side of things as comedic. Look at the characters honored in this chapter, besides Tanakamaru whose a minor character so who cares, none of them really deserve the honors they’re getting. Urie is getting rank and accomodation, plus the S2 Squad leadership that he’s wanted for what exactly? Framing out and screaming a bunch but not actually managing to capture Donato? Ui is taking the role of Furuta’s chief advisor, but he’s really just Furuta’s unwitting pawn, being strung along to believe that Furuta saved them when really he just made up the conflict entirely. 

Then we have Furuta, who became Bureau chief by orchestrating a fake fight between the clowns and the CCG, and leaving a note on his father’s desk reccomending him even though he was the one who murdered every last Washuu except himself. Not to mention that, but he very clearly got away with it all and now he’s just gloating.

I think this panel is just as important for showing the contrast. Things are tragic for goat because they are taking things seriously and getting deeply personal with the conflict, whereas the CCG’s narrative is now one of a comedy because Furuta treats the CCG as a whole as impersonal, just an objective for him to climb. 

@bloodycarnations does a better job of summarizing the difference between the two organizations right now than me though:

Kaneki’s group is facing an internal crisis? Meanwhile, Furuta is at the peak of his power. Kaneki despairs because he’s a horrible leader and his organization is only held together by the lack of other options, meanwhile Furuta laughs in the face of his own success, and all of his scheming give way to the exact outcome he’s envisioned.

As for why Furuta adopts this comedy attitude towards life though, I think it has something to do with the clowns. His birthday poem hints that it might be a coping mechanism to deal with the circumstances of his birth:

Even if I celebrate it, I can’t help it.
I’m just a human being who doesn’t think of anything about the day they were born.

PS: (Laugh, it’s fun!)

Furuta-kun

[x]

However, to his relationship to the clowns as a whole, the clowns are pretty intent on getting what they call, “the last laugh.”

There’s been interpretations on what this means, but keeping to what they’ve been doing recently, it seems what the clowns want is to apply fictional tropes to life and then comment on it like it was one big book they were reading. Donato himself simply spelled out what Urie’s character flaws were, Roma has always been a big fan of Kaneki but loves him the same way that the fandom loves the so called “tragic shironeki.”

Say Furuta is not really the king of the clowns and he’s instead just cooperating with him. Perhaps then, Furuta’s way of getting the clowns’ involvement is promising them this. “I will find a way to make a big joke out of the CCG and point out to everybody what hypocrites they are, I just need you to help me with this, this and this.” The clowns being the purveyors of what they call comedy would probably cooperate on those terms. Their modus Operandi seems to be to point and laugh at the flaws inherent in the system, that’s their source of “comedy”. 

So no, it’s not just for fun. There’s a lot of inherent meaning to framing the CCG as a comedy now that Furuta has become the bureau chief. 

ALWAYS MARRY AN APRIL GIRL

Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger,
Ever changing, ever true –
I love April, I love you.

Ogden Nash (This is one of the poems Nash wrote annually for his wife of 40 years, Lillian, for her birthday.)

When The Rememberer Is Gone (a poem)

When The Rememberer Is Gone


His wife was the rememberer
of birthdays and anniversaries
of who is whose cousin
and how many sisters
their son-in-law has
even what each does for a living
laying a card across his open book
for him to sign and slip in a twenty-dollar bill
now he barely knows
where the stamps are kept
and in which drawer
she hid her address book
while outside the front door
events and special days
are piling up like snow
all waiting for a response
he wishes she was still here to give.

My little Silicon Valley project! A bunch of fluffy, canon* facts I picked up about the main five characters while rewatching the show! These are very random facts, but great for developing ideas for fanfics, headcanons, background stories, prompts, etc. 

*The facts with multiple episodes as references are not always solidly canon, but are sometimes facts through assumption by consistent things that have been said or done by a character throughout the show.

*Facts with the reference ‘deleted scene’ can be canon or not, depending on what your view is.

P.S.: if anyone wants to do something like this for another character, or even one of the characters listed below, please feel free! I love to share and have ideas shared with me in return. Also, if I missed anything, tell me!

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anonymous asked:

I hope you will accept the request since writing a niles x female corrin and anything involving niles is like always nsfwish but I odn't want it nsfw. Just i fyou could please have niles making moves at corrin and she's like so oblivious to his dirty jokes or innuendos. Good luck on your blog.

I didn’t plan for this to end up around his birthday but here we are. Poems used: Venus and Adonis, Children of Adam

Niles was walking beside Odin when he saw you. You were standing beside Silas, the insufferable puppy of a man and his horse. Niles took a moment, observing Silas, before passing over his baggage to Odin, who stuttered and stammered under the surprise weight, and with a pointedly leisurely walk, made his way towards you. Odin huffed, probably glaring, and gave a dramatic speech Niles didn’t listen to, but continued walking anyway. It wouldn’t be the first time one of them had covered, allowing the other to be distracted. Niles would return the favor.

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Foreshadowing in Juuzou’s Birthday Poem

On Juuzou’s birthday another one of the melancholy poems was attached to his birthday art, but this one was a bit more perplexing than usual which is why I wanted to take a crack at deciphering it. One important thing to note right away is that in the birthday art, Ishida deliberately chose to draw past Juuzou which is important because the current scene Juuzou is in is all about referencing his past actions. 

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The Reasons Why

Part 2.NAMJOON


- He named his dog after himself
- His thinks, he looks like an egg
- Kim Daily
- Skirt over trousers
- Bitch, I am your man, 10 outta 10
- My music is not for everybody. Its not for you, bitch
- Sorry, bitch
- Automatic dick
- He can impersonate Sponge Bob
- That one time he asked Taehyung, if he had something to say to him, while they parasailing
- R.A.P. Monster, not D.A.N.C.E. Monster
- Vlogs
- DIMPLES
- Hairstyles
- VOICE
- LYRICS to DRIFTING “and DEATH HURTS SO MUCH”
- Clumsy like hell
- There is ribbon in the sky that i like
- His part in Love is not over
- CYPHER PT 2
- Whalien
- He draws himself with those hat and black round glasses
- SOMETIMES HE JUST FEELS SO GOTH SO HE HAD TO DRESS HIMSELF IN BLACK RAGS
- HIS ARMS
- LEGS
- HIS EYES WHEN HE SMILES
- He wrote a poem to Yoongi on his birthday because he was too tired to come
- Jasmine smell
- His selcas with his mom
- When he is blushing
- HIS BRAIN
- BUT SOMETIMES HE IS SO DUMB I LOVE HIM
- When sharks come, pretends, that you asleep
- Pardon?
- They dont even know, how to spell Eric, i wonder, if they can
- He reads a lot
- OF COURSE ITS PICATCHU
- Do you, do you, do the fuck you want
- Solo or Bangtan? - Bangtan.
- His *i hate you, but you are my bro, but i hate you, but we live together for 6 years, and wrote a song about our dorm* relationship with Yoongi
- He looks after Hobi, even if he is the one, who is younger
- HE IS SUCH A NERD
- That sleepy bullshit from Show Champion backstage
- He doesnt like ham
- GOD OF DESTRUCTION, BUT HE WASNT THE ONE WHO BROKE THE TOILET DOOR
- He jumps, when he is happy, and makes that stupid face
- His strange angled selcas so you can see his nose, even if you wasnt asked for this kind of information
- Converse rjrjfjjsjjeg
- Others calls hom Joonah (Yoongi) or Joonie (Jimin)
- He is deep, he has the weight of the universe on his shoulders
- He watched that movie. You know what movie. The one from Rookie King
- His inside jokes with Jin
- THE WAY HE LOOKS IN FORMAL CLOTHES FUCK YEAH SO CEO MUCH YOUNG MASTER
- oppa, slap me more
- HE LOVES HIS KIDS
- but you done it to yourself, Jimin
- He cant run
- I DO LOVE YOU CRAZY AGH DO YOU
- I am your pocket monster
- i am rap monster aka pink monster, because i like pink, thank you very much
- his dream girl doesnt look like a ghost
- his thank you speeches
- cant cut an onion
- seaweed dance
- mushroom! Mushroom! Mushroom!
- after all those years he catched a crab, he was happy

- HIS MIXTAPE!!!!!

PLEASE, LOVE HIM AND BE GOOD TO HIM

Happily Ever After

“are you still writing too-flowery poe party drabbles? don’t you know it’s over? move on!”

sorry i can’t hear you over the intense need to write down every poe party fic idea i get in my head

alternately titled: i have no idea what this is and it’s so long and i’m sorry


There was nothing Annabel Lee loved more than a good story.

Growing up, she’d read anything she could get her hands on - fairytales, folkstories, romances; thick, ancient books that Lenore said gave her a headache just looking at them. Annabel disagreed, privately; there was something only too thrilling about books, about the promises lingering on their pages, the characters and morals and twists and turns, waiting for you to open the cover and soak it all in.

It was all, of course, terribly unladylike. She knew that, and she knew what people would say, if they found out about her literary obsession. It was just that, when she was reading, Annabel didn’t really care.

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Last summer, I went back to church.
To listen to sermons, to study texts, to see if this time,
there was space for me in the space between verses.
I still sat in pews, in stacking chairs, in my car,
and mostly, I wanted to go home. But
I want God to feel like coming home.
I don’t need a welcome mat. another baptism.
more modern music. a better coffee hour.
I need a church that loves me in all of my infinite mysteries
without question, without condition, without compromise.
I want walking into my Father’s house
to feel like walking into my mother’s kitchen.
I want to roll up my sleeves and get to work
chopping onions, peeling carrots, loving my neighbor,
washing dishes, greasing pans, feeding the hungry,
pulling chicken, stirring sauces, spreading joy.
Spreading joy like spreading butter.
Spreading joy like shaking hands.
Spreading joy like when I say God, I still flinch.

If I ever become a parent, I cannot imagine
being unable to forgive my own children,
casting out my own children,
not answering when my own children call.
How could I love these potentials,
these creatures that I pulled out of my own body,
these substantiated echoes of my
own flesh and breath and skin
without the word “forgiveness”
permanently pressed behind my teeth?

I didn’t tell my mother when I stopped
pressing prayers behind my teeth;
the lack of direction in my warmest thoughts
could not make the pews any colder.
My silence was directed at a Father that never knew me,
but only after a long neglect.
Why use knitted fingers to send up winged hopes to a man
who once sent men to write books of my inevitable undoing,
when I could, instead, unclasp my hands to set about
building those hopes into hard into here?
My father taught me how to hammer a nail.
Our Father taught his only son to hammer nails into himself.
Our Father taught his children to take apart the unworthy.

I could love God, if he were worthy.
could love God, if he loved, without reservation;
could love God, if he never asked fathers to sacrifice their own children,
could love God, if he were a good man.

My father is a good man—
showed me what good men do:
good men do the right thing;
give up Hearth and Home to protect King and Country;
always sacrifice themselves for you;
teach you to replace a headlight,
over the phone, in the snow,
with all the care of a bomb defusal specialist;
love you, love you, love you,
no matter what, no matter the cost.
My father is a good man, and
my father does not believe in God:
humors Mother when she takes him to Mass,
humors Mother by saying Grace at dinner,
humors Mother, pretends one day he’ll convert.
My father cannot rationalize a supreme being
does not need morals handed down from on high
thinks we built this world through experimentation and grit.
My father lets me come to my own conclusions.

If God was more like my father, I would not object to being his daughter.
I would learn to pray, drinking beer on the back patio;
would go to Saturday morning cartoons like church,
would accept Dad-jokes as prophecy.
God could learn a thing or two from my father.
God can come home to me and my father.
I’ll be in my mother’s kitchen:
not waiting, but already working,
not hoping, but already home.
— 

In the Name of the Father | emryse

I gave this to my father, last week, for his birthday.

anonymous asked:

Hello! So the new Furuta art (at least, I think it's new? I'm talking about the black and white one with the red apple). It looks as though something is going to stab Furuta in the head/jawline. I love reading your theories and your responses to other theories <3

I’m glad you like my theories and thoughts!

Yeah - that’s there on the version on the Vol. 6 cover as well, actually.

Part of it is probably just aesthetic - Ishida uses a lot of geometric shapes or texturing or color variation to add to his compositions and make them more dynamic.

But it is an interesting placement, and I’m sure it isn’t just random. It definitely looks like a blade of some kind.

Furuta is a character with a kind of passive death wish, as revealed in his poem. He hates himself and the world - he sees no beauty or love in it. His humor and outward joking are his attempts to scrape some amusement out of something he fundamentally despises.

Either for this reason, or for other reasons related to his own history, Furuta has been dancing a very dangerous dance for the whole of the manga. He’s double crossing very dangerous groups. Regardless of where his true loyalties lie, he’s been constantly risking his life towards some end by playing around with some of the most dangerous players in the game. Aogiri and Kanou, the Clowns, the CCG, the Ghoul Restaurant (which is associated with the Madams), and of course V. 

He seems to enjoy tempting fate.

Which is all to say that once all these reveals came in one after another, culminating in the reveal about his own mental state, it sort of seems to be painting a picture of a character who is going to be stabbed in the back sooner rather than later.

Besides, his birthday poem did say he only gets to live a quarter of a normal human life.

That being said, it’s a curious placement. The point is headed for his cheek or jaw, not his neck. These sorts of things, when they are foreshadowing, tend to be the entry points of the wound, so I suppose there are plenty of ways to kill someone if the point of your blade starts there.

It’d be beautifully fitting (and quite gory) for the killing blow to go down through his throat from somewhere around there, considering Furuta uses his pretty words to manipulate people.

Or it might not be a killing blow at all. He is a dark mirror or shadow to Kaneki after all. Maybe he’ll end up wounded, but left to live. Possibly placed on a tighter leash. I think it depends which of the many groups and people who has a reason to want to kill him ends up getting the chance.

I have a billion and one scenarios in my head for directions this character could go, and I expect Ishida will take him in one I haven’t thought of.