The memories come, and come. She listens, staring into the grain of the stone. We are all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.
— Madeleine Miller, The Song of Achilles
Yashahime Manga Chapter 2 RAW scans for free use!
Hello, everyone! So I decided to stop sitting on this url doing nothing with it as I was considering deleting it!
There’s been lots of talk of wanting to see the manga- while I believe others are currently translating the chapter, at the least, I can share the raw manga! The manga scans are located in the Source of this post at the bottom! And if all goes well, I’ll try to share the raw manga every month so people can at least look at the pages freely!
Disclaimer:
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Future issues will likely have a watermark if I post them, but I can share non-watermarked images if asked, but this first one has no such things.
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Best thing for 2021 is the Yashahime manga 💥
Review for manga ❤️
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I'm not crying but hell!!!!
It's amazing, as a loyal fan to Inuyasha this sequel is far better than anime.
First, this how Towa should really be, I mean she have sesshomaru's and his mother's blood in her.
She is grandma's baby girl for suuuuuure.
The drawing, omg, it took my breath away 😍
Sessrin scene 🔥🔥
That's how Rin supposed to look, I feel myself teenaged girl again, reading doujinshi about sessrin.
We always knew how beautiful Rin will became untill anime came out 🥲
Inuyasha's reaction 😂😂😂 totally his character.
We need this to be animated!!!!!!!!
Oh my dear Kagome, ❤️ Moroha looks so beautiful...
Watch over your daughter Inuyasha, she will capture a lot of hearts (including mine )
Kawaiiiiiii ♡(> ਊ <)♡
Also Rin's birthing scene is so beautiful...
We can't forget
We can see here, the difference between manga and anime, the three girls are born around same, time appearantly, contrary to the anime.
The twins are older than Moroha, here, she is the eldest.
Can we appreciate Inuyasha's fraustration here 😍🤣
It seems the brothers actually allied together as one to protect their wives from the evil powers
Yep 😊 this manga servered them right 😌👏👏
This is how it was supposed to happen, a tale ❤️🌸
Bravo 👏
Sesshomaru has been watching over Rin in the tree for over 14 years. In that time, he has likely come to understand how slowly time can pass.
For a being who has never had to consider the passing of time as anything significant, every moment that passes without her by his side must be agonizing. Add on to that, the fact that he can’t even have his daughters with him. All those that he holds dear, can not be with him. Aside from the loneliness, one of the hardest parts is watching the seasons pass.
Spring, Rin’s favorite. The flowers bloom, the birds sing and the chill of winter has blown away. Every flower seems to speak her name, he feels the strange desire to pick every one and show it to her. To just see her smile, hear her laugh.
Summer, bright and warm. Just like her. The sun rises to mock him every day. It all seems unfair. Every beautiful day should belong to her. He should be watching his wife and children running through a field, laughing and yelling their joy to the world. While spring and summer make him the angriest because Rin should be here experiencing it, they remind him the most of her. She is pure sunshine, the sun cannot even compare to her rays of light.
Fall, a cruel reminder of death. While spring and summer represent her warmth, fall shows the truth of what life will be. Each fall that passes rips at his heart more and more, it feels like time is mocking him. Laughing at what he thought life would be. There is a bright spot though, he is reminded of her running through the falling dead leaves. Her laugh at every crunch her feet made, finding joy where he otherwise would not have noticed. She was....she is so good at that. Finding the light in the darkest of moments. Smiling in the face of darkness, shining so bright.
Winter, the season he would attribute most to himself. Cold. Desolate even. Perhaps, there is a reason winter and summer are opposite. Perhaps, there was a reason to keep them apart. He knows Rin would change nothing. Her heart far too loving, their daughters far too important, their love too deep. He’s selfish. He knows he is, there was no fighting Rin. There was no fighting the keeper of his heart. Her love is warm like a fire, warming even the coldest of winters.
Sesshomaru has done cruel things, said painful words, he knows this. He is not deserving of gifts, the world truly owes him nothing. However, he will stand guard of his sunshine, his warmth, his wife, his Rin and wish everyday to hold her is his arms again. To have their family together, to run in the fields, to crunch the leaves, to stay warm by the fire. To just pass time, together.
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letters to my most beloved
(guess who randomly got motivated lol-)
After Patroclus's death, Achilles writes letters to his most beloved.
AO3
Goddess, sing
What will they say about us in a thousand years, my love?
Will they say I was your brother?
Your cousin?
Your friend?
What will they say in a thousand years?
Two thousand?
Three?
Will they forget that you loved me?
That I loved you?
More than a brother.
Or a cousin.
Or a friend.
I loved you.
Will they forget that before the Rage,
Before the girl,
Before the war,
Before all of it,
Will they forget that you held me, soft and sweet, on shores as golden as your hair,
Sun kissed and blinding and so, so beautiful that I had no choice but to close my eyes?
Will they forget that, when you kissed me, you tasted of wine and ocean,
Of smoke and laughter,
Of blood and terrible victory?
Will they forget that you touched me under the gentle cover of darkness
And that I always touched right back, stunned, awed:
A boy in love with Legend?
Will they forget the nights that you would wake screaming, with tears on your cheeks and went not to her,
But to me?
Will they forget the times you traced my scars in flickering candlelight
As I ran my hands over your own unblemished skin and prayed that your luck would hold?
I suppose I forgot to pray for my own.
(But the gods, my love, are as kind as they are fickle,
For at least now, I won't have to watch you love another.)
(Is that selfish?
To want all your love for myself,
Even if it means seeing you join me on the funeral pyre?)
They will remember you for a thousand, thousand years.
They will remember you, my love.
And if they remember anything about me,
Let them remember that I loved you.
I loved you.
And you, shining, burning, wonderful you,
Loved me too.
Let them say that I loved Achilles //i.s.
Donna awoke with a frown and the hum of a song ringing in her ears.
She had never been the kind of person to turn a blind eye and ignore an inconvenience (her neighbours knew this well, when they decided to drill together that horrid IKEA furniture one Wednesday evening and she appeared on their doorstep with her arms crossed and her deadly glare), and faithful to her principles, she got up.
Immediately she felt something in her stomach starting to boil because who the hell thought it was a good idea to give a fucking symphonic concert at 2am, do you think this is the Royal Albert Hall or something? And she was more than ready to slap her palm across Ziggy Stardust’s face and send him straight into his next regeneration if it was necessary.
The diabolical tune grew louder as she walked through the lengthy corridor, and Donna bristled and fumed. However, when she finally turned the corner to the console room and her hands were about to occupy their usual spot on her hips, something stopped her in her tracks.
She found them there.
She should’ve guessed he wasn’t alone; he was never alone these days.
Oh.
They were dancing.
Or something like it.
Because there was barely any space between them and they stood so close that they were stepping over each other’s feet, but they didn’t seem to mind one bit. Because they swayed in a lazy, vague motion that hardly matched the rhythm at all. Because their eyes were closed and the hands were burrowed deep, clutching the fabric of his suit and her jacket. Because it was the sort of embrace she had only seen in cheesy films and cheap soaps that would make her roll her eyes away with annoyance. Because it was clear that the music was just a petty excuse and the dancing a farce. And because, to top it all off, for the most unfathomable of reasons, neither of them was wearing shoes.
The sight brought a smile to her face, of all things. And she would never admit it to herself, but her frown softened just a bit. Her hand fell to her sides, and whatever anger that had been building up inside her died out like a candle.
It was an old song. Very old. It reminded her of long dresses and black and white Hollywood musicals, from the forties or fifties. Glenn Miller or Benny Goodman or something like that. It was one she was sure to have listened to somewhere, somewhen, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint the time nor the place. Her gramps would’ve known; he would love it. Probably there had been an evening, long ago, out in the hill, with his modern telescope and his archaic radio, when these very tunes had started to sound, filling the winter air, and he had fiddled shakily with the knobs and turned up the volume with his face alight with the excitement of a child at Christmas. Donna, listen! This, this is a classic! And he had probably told her the title, but she found she couldn’t quite remember.
It was beautiful nonetheless.
Even the buzzes and whirrs of the TARDIS seemed to have dimmed down in favour of the music.
Cheeky ship.
The song kept on playing and the dancers were all left feet. What a pair. And then, in an almost unnoticeable shift, she raises her head from his shirt and mutters something that the melody leaves clouded and obscure, and Donna can’t make out the words. But inexplicably, wonderfully, he throws back his head in laughter and she joins until they’re stifling the laughs on each other’s shoulder. And there it is again, that light. It’s only in rare occasions that she’s seen it, but there’s no mistaking that it’s there, in his eyes. Time slows down when the Doctor smiles, and right now the whole universe frozen, every planet and star still on its axis. Like a photograph.
Long time no see.
And Donna still doesn’t know much about her—only that her name is Rose and she lived in South London and that she’s been gone for a long time—but already she has no doubts: she’s bloody amazing.
She gave one last look at the scene: God, they were awful and sappy and embarrassing to watch, and they were beaming.
And as Donna headed back to her room, the hum of the melody didn’t quite bother her half as much as before. In fact, she found she didn’t mind at all.
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For the prompt “dancing” of Timepetalsweek :)
I’m rewatching season 2 now and I’m still so furious over GITF and cannot believe he would even do that to her. Especially when ten’s entire personality is loving rose tyler!! Phew I wish I had a better way to contextualize it other than moffat being moffat. I’ve seen meta saying it was him pushing Rose away after school reunion/ how close they’ve been since he regenerated. What do you think?
Let me sooth that anger with a gif of Ten’s actual face when he looks at Rose Tyler. Yo. This is canon. This is the face of a man who actually forgets to mf breathe when he looks at her. Home boy has two hearts how does that even. Let me share with you an overly long-story-short version of the thousands of words I could use to describe how, even in the events of SR and GitF, his love for her still burns deep within his veins.
I always think of early season 2 Ten being fascinated by an aspect of human nature he’s never really experienced first hand - flirting. And he’s pleasantly surprised by how much he likes it, but even more by how much Rose likes it.
And oh how it’s so easy between them now! He spent so long loving her from a distance, knowing it was one sided. Unrequited, at least in the way he wanted it to be. Because how could a 19 year old human even look twice at a 900 year old alien? One so broken and wounded and healing from war and genocide. He resigned himself to watching her link arms with her boyfriend or flirt with a handsome American stranger knowing that she would never see him the same way. And then she absorbs the time vortex just to save him because she wants him safe and he feels overwhelmed by how much he loves her in that moment. So when he regenerates, it's from a moment where he is so utterly enamoured by her and completely devoted to her that he becomes someone who could be worthy of her. Someone who could give her more of what she wants, someone to return her cheeky smiles and playful roasting, give her extended hugs and physical contact that sends shivers down her spine.
But he gets carried away with it in true Ten style - by being self absorbed. Not at first. At first, he’s testing the waters, enjoying the freedom to be relaxed around her, the feel of her looking at him in that way. He restrains himself though, as he allows her time to readjust to this new him, to fully accept that he’s the same man. He’s so madly in love with her, but can’t give in to it fully until he knows she truly believes he’s the very same man she cultivated that relationship and that bond with. In New Earth, he’s flirty with her but still has that clear distinction between his species and hers. The line is still there, although how much longer he intends to keep behind it he doesn’t know.
By the time we get to Tooth and Claw, he kind of loses himself in their new relationship so much that he forgets they aren’t the same. He’s loosened and they’ve found their rhythm, and this is what he was hoping for. They’re so aligned, with mannerisms that compliment each other and a matching aesthetic.
But then he runs into Sarah Jane and he’s so thrilled and excited to see her that he forgets about Rose. Not in a casting-her-aside sort of way, but like when you’re out one ordinary day with your best mate and you see an old dear friend on the other side of the street and you forget where you are, who you’re with for a moment. Someone you haven’t seen in years, a blast from the past. And the way Ten goes through his emotions in School Reunion is so real and so human. I never felt like he was pushing Rose away, I just felt like this completely blindsided him and he had to face the awful reality that, having lost Sarah Jane, having lost all of his people, having always lost everyone he’s ever loved every single time, he’s going to lose Rose too. Not that he might, but he will. There’s no avoiding it, there’s no saving her in any way, there’s absolutely no stopping it. This is the one thing Rose can’t save him from. And that is a hard thing to be reminded of. And he’s so angry about it. He’s furious because it's just so unfair. He just doesn’t want to face it, or talk about it, because as soon as he does then it’s real. He’s had no time to prepare for it and he doesn’t get time to prepare for it, because she’s barely given it an hour before she’s confronting him with it. And she’s confronting him in anger, so he responds in anger because he just isn’t ready to do this to her yet.
“How many of us has there been travelling with you?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yeah, it does, if I’m just the latest in a long line.”
“As opposed to what?”
They’ve never spoken about their relationship before this. They both felt it, and it was there for sure. But neither of them has brought it up yet, neither has acknowledged it. So he’s confronting this for the first time as well. And if he didn’t want to do this already, then he certainly doesn’t want to do it here, unrehearsed, rushed, angry, in this shitty dingy street with her ex boyfriend and his unresolved past only a few metres away. The fact that he asks “as opposed to what?” gets me every damn time. Why on Earth would you ask that question, why would you even entertain the opportunity for someone to admit their feelings towards you if you didn’t feel the same way? I don’t even think he meant to ask her, he just did. Again, he acted on impulse. He wants her to say it, because he’ll be damned if he says it first but he needs to know she feels it too. He knows she couldn’t possibly believe she’s just the latest in a long line, she’s trying to get a rise out of him because she's hurting. But it works, because he can’t stand to see her hurting, to let her believe for even a moment she’s not important to him. And now he’s somehow made it even worse by asking her to admit that she has feelings for him. Right now, when she’s doubting them, when she’s vulnerable and feeling so insignificant. In all the ways this could have played out, this is by far the least optimal. But it’s happening, he can’t change it or ask her to drop it, so he has to fucking suck it up. And you can see it as he sighs and looks away when she says she thought they were something more. Because can you imagine telling someone for the first time that you are something more and you want to be something more, but not because you want to tell them or because you need that person to know, but because something out of your control has forced you to? And I think he just accepts it, at some point, after she asks if he’s just going to forget her. He accepts that he’s going to have to tell the woman who’s just told him she wants to be something more that they never can be. It just keeps getting fucking worse.
So he goes all out. He hits hard. He rips through that conversation because if he’s going to have it then he’s going to be fucking honest. And he stops himself before he gets too honest and says the thing he doesn’t want to say here and now and like this. Don’t tell her you love her for the first time out of anger. Not when you’re making her feel awful for being human. Not when you can see her heart breaking because of what you’re saying to her. Those words aren’t going to heal her right now, they’re just going to hurt so much more. So instead, he finally answers the question she hasn’t been able to ask yet. That she can stay with him, for the rest of her life, if she wants to. This wasn’t just a quick trip, a year or two away and he’ll drop her off or leave her behind like he did Sarah Jane. She can stay with him for as long as she wants. And he wants her to. But he has to remind her that he can’t stay with her as long as he wants to. That he will have a life after her, and long after she’s gone. This can never be an experience they share together and only together. This would be all consuming for her, all she’ll ever know, but it won’t be for him. And fuck, what a fucking awful thing to have to say to someone. To the woman you love.
And then, notice that he looks at Rose when Mickey asks if he can come along? And notice how she specifically mouths to him “don’t”? And he still says yes. This is the Doctor! He would never have said yes to Mickey joining. And it’s not because he’s trying to push her away, but I always thought it’s because he’s trying to hold on to her. He knows he’s hurt her, and he’s potentially the last person she wants to be around right now. She needs someone else, anybody else that’s not him. So he goes against her will, and tells Mickey he can come. Because honestly, he can’t face anymore. If Sarah Jane left, and Mickey went shortly after her, there would be the deafening silence between him and Rose and sooner rather than later the thrill of adventure wouldn’t be enough to keep her here, not when it’s with someone who’s just shattered her and her hopes into pieces. She needs someone with her who she trusts and she loves, who won’t hurt her and gives her a reason to love the travelling again. Because he’ll bring even Mickey aboard if it means she won’t leave him.
And then they accidentally land on a spaceship in the 51st century and he meets this beautiful French woman who’s looking at him in the same way Rose looks at him, only this is someone he hasn’t broken yet. There’s no going back with Rose now. Whatever they had before they’ve lost after he so harshly put a stop to it. I honestly don’t think he does it deliberately, to push Rose away or to pair up with someone after he “let [her] keep Mickey”. I think it’s just one of Ten’s (admittedly massive, if we’re all assuming GitF is still canon) character flaws, that he’s reckless and doesn’t think of the consequences. He just acts on impulse, whatever he fancies doing. He’s lost a fair bit of resistance in adopting a slightly more human mentality. This stunning French aristocrat starts snogging him out of nowhere. So he snogs her back. And who cares, because right now it feels good. Right now, he needs it. Maybe it’s the release of unresolved sexual tension between him and Rose, or maybe it’s a sweet relief from the awful situation he’s put them both in. Rose isn’t talking to him much, he can tell she’s distancing herself from him and them and he doesn’t blame her. The damage is done, there’s no going back to before. He’s lost her.
As much as I hate GitF, as does everybody else… I actually think it fits. Ignoring the horrific portrayal of characters, specifically Rose/the women, it’s one of those weird filler episodes where it’s a break between SR and RotC that ties everything up, a speeded up version of his relationship with Rose and where it’s heading. A break in between episodes that seems fun and pretty on the outside but is actually just a glimpse into the harsher reality of what’s happening on either side of it. He has his fun, he flirts around with Reinette and gives her these fake promises that at the time he really meant and she ends up dying waiting for him to stay true to them. He’s reading that letter, and he’s hurting because he did on some level have feelings for Reinette. Fleeting, and nothing as strong and deep and pure as his love for Rose, but they were there and they still hurt. And she’s shown him exactly what he was afraid of in the last episode.
They always die. Always. And he’s going to lose Rose one way or another. But his promises to her will never be made in vain. He will always stay true to them. So he sobers up. He gets his act together. He knows the kind of man he is now because he knows the kind of man he doesn’t want to be. No more flirting or self indulgence for the hell of it. No more recklessness, especially not when it comes to Rose. And the first place he has to start is with an apology. After that, he devotes all his time and efforts and love to her. School Reunion and Girl in the Fireplace were needed for him to move from the initial excitement of flirting and exploring a new kind of relationship with the woman he loves to becoming the man he became for her. The one that is worthy of her.
God. You only asked for SR and GitF. This is only the start man, only the start of season two. This is the part of season 2 I don’t have as much to say. Honestly I could keep this meta going and head straight for Doomsday, but it’s probably best for all of us that I don’t.
I think out of this whole scene, this is the moment that kills me the most. And it’s not because they’re finally realising they’re separated for good, and whatever they say now is the last thing they’re going to say to each other forever.
“How long have we got?”
“About 2 minutes.”
“I can’t think of what to say!”
They chat non stop about anything and everything, even with that cheap tariff the Doctor got for her phone. But now that they only have two minutes left to say whatever they want to each other, they’re speechless. They don’t know what’s worth talking about. And they both laugh at that. Laugh at the irony of it all.
But look at his laugh. Here, he breaks character. Not David, but the Doctor. Here, he isn’t a time lord holding back, not getting involved with romance, trying to avoid talking about his feelings. He isn’t laughing at a shit joke his mate says that deflects from how utterly devastating and heartbreaking everything is.
Here, he’s just a boy, saying goodbye to the girl he loves. The way he looks up at the end through nervous eyes, he’s shy and awkward and doesn’t know what to say either. From this moment on, he struggles through small talk like any other sheepish boy in love would. But he’s been forced into a reality he wasn’t ready to face yet. And so all he wants to do now is tell the girl he loves how he feels. He just doesn’t know how.
#doctor who #ten x rose #just #how does this scene get so much worse everytime you see it #you can see him shuffle around #awkwardly kicking his feet #I can almost see him stuffing his hands in his pockets #this is legit out of a teen romance film #and the best thing about this scene is #apart from all of it and simultaneously none of it #is that he’s not just giving her a goodbye #because she’s the reason he is who he is today #because she’s what keeps him fighting #(and he knows that after this moment he probably won’t even want to keep fighting) #and he’s not just giving her a goodbye she’s owed #no #the best thing about this scene is it’s just so raw #it’s stripped down to it’s core of a simple love story that’s ending in heartbreak #there was still so much time to be spent together#so many laughs to be had #so much love to be shared #they had forever #they were promised forever #even if they knew it wouldn’t be forever #they just came home to drop Rose’s washing off and have Jackie’s nut loaf #before heading back out to the stars #but they were forced into saying goodbye forever before the kettle had even finished boiling #like how do you do that? #How do you say goodbye to eachother #knowing the other is alive somewhere you can never see them again (via loupettes)
Today marks the first day of Pride 2020.
It also marks the seventh day of protests held in honor of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, and Ahmaud Arbery. It’s been 634 days since Botham Jean was murdered by a police officer, 233 days since Atatiana Jefferson was fatally shot by a police officer, 2,123 days since Michael Brown was fatally shot by a police officer, and 2,146 days since Eric Garner was choked to death by a police officer.
It has been five days since Tony McDade, a Black trans man from Florida, was shot and killed by a police officer.
At the time of this post, it has been almost 19 hours since David McAtee was shot and killed by the authorities.
This week has served as a stark reminder that those who have power in this country wield it recklessly and violently against Black people, non-Black POC, and trans people. For some, the power is found in their badge. In others, it’s their skin tone, their socio-economic status, their cisgender privileges, or any other number of privileges one can have. In 2018, with at least 26 trans people who were murdered, all but one were trans women, and all but one were people of color. According to data collected by Human Rights Campaign, this pattern is all too common. It should also be noted that the number of trans people who are murdered is grossly underreported, with many families and newspapers often misgendering those who can no longer speak up for themselves.
On June 28, 1969, the Stonewall riots began as a response to the constant police raids of nightlife establishments frequented by the LGBTQIA+ community. That night sparked a revolution, with many eye-witnesses crediting Black and Latinx trans women for being brave enough to ignite what would become one of the most pivotal nights in LGBTQIA+ history. Without Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, there would have been no uprising. Without them, there would be no Pride.
At this moment, it would be tone-deaf and insensitive to commemorate Pride in the same celebratory fashion we usually do. Instead, we’re asking you to make the commitment to better the lives of the oppressed. Do the work to become actively anti-racist if you are not Black. Spread the word that Black lives matter. Spread the word that trans people deserve to feel safe wherever they go. Reblog this post, make your own, or find someone in your life who doesn’t understand and do your best to make them understand. Donate if you can.
The first Pride was a riot. We stand with you.
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And they lived happily ever after.
Bless your day.
Can’t even begin to describe all the feelings caused by this.. many things to say.. I am just tearful
I'm sorry, but I really think Yona, here, is out of character. Unless the medicine given to her by kyesook was a potion meant to mess with her head, I think her actions--being so passive, and just agreeing to what that advisor would say--were questionable.
This is just me seeing no reason for her to be afraid for the dragons lives when people of their kingdom already love them and when they had already proven that they were capable enough to fight against any other kingdom to save themselves.
And as for them wanting to help protect the kingdom, they could do that without residing in the castle, right?
I hope it will get better soon.
- Jae Ha being a masochist but also jealous of the position Hak has in Yona’s life.
- Jae Ha painfully acknowledging Hak and Yona are in love, but not wanting to get in the way(even if he’s a little jealous still). Jae Ha additionally trying to deny his feelings and tell himself that he isn’t in love, but just mere affection caused by the dragon’s blood.
- Jae Ha further questioning his own feelings for her but once again trying to deny them.
- Jae Ha admitting to himself that regardless of if it is just the dragon’s blood inside of him, he can’t help it because he wants to be with Yona.
- Yona unknowingly questioning Jae Ha’s feelings for her. And Jae Ha being stubborn about it.
- Jae Ha making it apparent that he is indeed in love with her but deciding that
- Was the best thing he could
- Possibly
- Hope for.
And that he’s content as long as she’s happy.
