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They say, summer is a smile, a kiss, a sip of love.

They say, the best people fall likes leaves in autumn.

They say, no matter how long winter lasts, spring would sure follow.

They say, spring brings the first sweet sound of birds to heal our winter weary souls.

 And This is a cycle I would gladly embark on as long as you are with me. 

- Kaneki to Touka and mini ken 


credit to artist - 电波 

The “Problem” with Touken

I think this is my first post within the Tokyo Ghoul fandom and with recent events, I wanted to share my personal view on the matter that people bring up most when hating on Touka - the times when she had hit Kaneki. 

Before I go on, I would like to clarify that I am not defending or condoning the times when she has, but it is not the ultimate crime that everybody accuses her of - WITHIN the Tokyo Ghoul Universe. Her aggressive outbursts can mainly be attributed to her nature and upbringing, as we know that she was left alone without parents and with a brother to take care of at a very young age, basically raised by the streets, before being taken in as a waitress at Anteiku and attending school. We’ve seen Kaneki himself inflict pain upon other to much worse degrees on multiple occasions (breaking half of Ayato’s Bones, torturing Jason, to name but a few). In a way, he unwittingly even harmed Touka, by leaving her behind, when she wanted to follow him after he was rescued. In the act of trying to protect her from physical harm, he had caused her to feel like she was abandoned and left behind once again (kind of like how she felt when Ayato had joined Aogiri for that very same reason). Toukens problem, was that they both unknowingly, kept the other at arms length, never truly trying to understand how the other felt until much later in the manga.

In that way, Ishida goes to great lengths to show us that there are no purely good or purely evil characters within the series and most of the characters themselves are well aware of that fact (Eto, Touka, Arima etc), which was further brought to light when Suzuya himself said that even if an angel were to come down to their world, they too would commit many sins.

Back to the matter of Touka, her behavior and demeanor have gone through a transformation in the recent years following the end of the original manga, as she has grown more gentle and considerate of those around her, most of all Kaneki. The only time we have seen her physically hit him after that point, was in ;re, when she punched him after he had said he would prefer that he call her “Kaneki”, when she had asked what to call him after he regained his memories. I believe the subtle hint there, was that she was asking whether she could call him by his first name - Ken.

Ultimately, both of them finally reveal their feelings and vulnerabilities to one another in chapter 125 (and the chapters before that). While some people see it as fan service and flat out hentai, that chapter best illustrates how observant and careful both have finally become regarding the other:

1. Kaneki’s unease regarding the regeneration of his hands and the way Touka distracted him from that.

2. The tears he she, realizing that finally, after all this time, he feels the unconditional love of someone, whom he deeply cares for and the gentle smile with which those tears were greeted.

Of course, they still have a way to go and their relationship has pros and cons, as we wait to see whether their new bond will be a source both strength and pain for both.

P.S. Sorry that my writing was all over the place, as I am a bit nervous. If anybody feels like discussing this, I would be more than happy to, as I find the most joy in sharing and listening to different views and opinions.

Tokyo Ghoul Characters as 'milk and honey' Quotes

Kaneki: “loneliness is a sign you are in departed need of yourself” -Rupi Kaur

Touka: “i am water, soft enough offer life tough enough to down it away" -Rupi Kaur

Hide: “it takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations” -Rupi Kaur

Hinami: “the world gives you so much pain and here you are making gold out of it” -Rupi Kaur

Eto: “the idea that we are so capable of love but still choose to be toxic” -Rupi Kaur

Arima: “you were so distant i forgot you were there at all” -Rupi Kaur

Rize: “… bloom beautifully, dangerously, loudly, bloom softly, however you need just bloom” -Rupi Kaur

Juuzou: “i don’t know why i split myself open for others knowing sewing myself up hurts this much afterward” -Rupi Kaur

Amon: “your body is a museum of natural disasters, can you grasp how stunning that is” -Rupi Kaur

Seidou: “you have sadness living in places sadness shouldn’t live” -Rupi Kaur

Akira: “how do you turn a forest fire like me so soft i turn into running water” -Rupi Kaur

This is my first time making a post like this and hopefully it wasn’t trash. All the above quotes are by the lovely Rupi Kaur from her book milk and honey!

anonymous asked:

38. With anti x dark cause they're such drama queens :::::)

38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

When Anti comes to, his head feels like it’s been stuffed with cotton and he honestly wants to die.

Nausea washes over him in waves, and resisting the urge, he swallows the bile back down as a means of retaining control over the situation. It’s been a while since he’s been this weak, this human corpse having not let him out for years, literal years, and he thinks that maybe he should fuck this body up just to spite him.

“Oh, you came to. I was beginning to wonder if you’d ever come to.”

Anti’s eyes slide to the other end of the room–which he figures out to be a hotel room from the looks of it. A man stands in the doorway of the bathroom, dressed in a t-shirt and boxers, a white towel around his neck.

All at once, he realizes it’s Dark, and he feels even more sick than he did before.

“Go suck a dick,” Anti spits out, voice hoarse, presumably from disuse. Even if him and Sean share the same voice box, they sound different, somehow. “What the hell did you do to me, you fucker?”

Dark gives him that soft, shit-eating smile that he hates so much. Drying his hair, he tosses the towel onto the floor, walking towards the bed.

Anti feels only a fraction more stable than jelly right now, but he clenches his fingers into fists, in preparation for whatever Dark wants to do with him in his moment of weakness. Dark’s that sick kind of fuck, anyway.

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes,” Dark sings out, sitting at the edge of the bed. He’s the picture of innocence, a sizeable distance between them, but his eyes are predatory, sizing him up, probably thinking of numerous ways to rake his hands over his skin, and it makes him shudder to think of. “Though, I do admit it was nice holding you.”

He scowls. “Fuck you.”

Dark frowns. “Is that any way to treat the man who carried you all the way here, kept prying human eyes away from you, and let you sleep off whatever affliction overcame you?”

“You probably defiled me in some obscene way as payment,” Anti spits out. He lays back down, trying to close his eyes, to get away from the voice and his overwhelming sickness. “Don’t pretend like you did it out of the goodness of your heart.”

“You wound me,” Dark pouts. “I’d never put my hands anywhere you didn’t like, baby.”

“If that were the case, you’d never lay a hand on me again,” Anti shakes his head. “Go to hell.”

“Been there,” Dark drawls. “Boring. It’s more fun here with you. Where’ve you been, Anti? I’ve missed you…very much.”

Anti opens his eyes, half afraid he’ll wake up in the backseat again, that this whole exchange made Sean take back over. “This is the first time I’ve been out in years. Sean’s been keeping me on a short leash, these days.”

Dark’s hand slides up his arm, the bed dipping to indicate he’s moving closer. He doesn’t take his eyes off the ceiling, his memory used to the feelings of Dark’s fingers pressing into his skin.

“One day he’ll be weak enough,” Dark soothes, raising a hand to his cheek. Anti hates that the gesture is even remotely comforting, and blames it on the part of him that’s human. “Just like Mark. And then he’ll be answering to your good graces.”

The name stirs something in him. Mark. He thinks that it’s Sean, pushing at the sound of the name, but maybe it isn’t. He’s not sure.

“And while we’re waiting for that to happen,” Dark purrs, and there it is, the double edge, the thing he’s been wanting to say. “We should enjoy the time you have here.”

“You just want in my fucking pants,” Anti slides his eyes to him, and Dark’s gaze is hooded, heavy, full of sexual intent.

“Nothing you don’t want,” Dark repeats, a promise and a threat all at once.

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