As a fan of character relationship dynamics, I'm seeing a lot of odd "Serizawa and Reigen's relationship has no weight or substance" discussion on my tl recently, and it's important to me that this fandom actually understands the connection between these two characters.
The most prominent and probably most important narrative parallel being how Toichiro "freed" Serizawa by having him depend on him and CLAW, whereas Reigen freed Serizawa by encouraging him to be his own person while still including him in S&S and promoting real healthy connections with other people.
Toichiro towering over Serizawa while Reigen kneels to be at his level... Reigen sees Serizawa as an equal. Despite technically being "his boss," he includes him and encourages genuine discussions in both a personal and workplace environment.
This, and the way the two of them seem equally amazed and supportive/reliant of the other. Serizawa in Reigen's logical knowledge and street smarts and Reigen in Serizawa's psychic powers and spiritual experience.
On a more wholesome and personal note, there's also the fact that, after the climax of the finale, Serizawa was definitely calling Reigen in a panic to find out if he was alright.
Long story short, there's a lot of character interactions and development of these characters and their relationship if you really pay attention! Sure, they both have their own lives (Serizawa going to night school and Reigen... doing what Reigen does), but it's not like they're "just coworkers." They're very close, and they have a lot of canon material to work with!
Day 1: first meeting/dance
Yayy congrats with kamukoma week
tw: medical stitches, mild blood
Day 2: despair | hurt/comfort
Song: ghost and pals - honey I'm home
A Cry for Help: My Family is Drowning in Pain and Despair, Please Help Us🙏
I write to you today with a heavy heart, struggling to find the words to describe what we are going through. Our lives have become a constant stream of pain and loss. We were barely surviving before, but today, everything has become even harder and crueler.
My mother, a woman who has never broken despite everything we've endured, sits by the fire every day to bake bread for us. We have no gas, no comforts, just fire and flour. With her tired hands, she feeds my sister’s children, and despite everything, she smiles at them, hiding her pain. That fire is all the warmth we have left.
Then the storm came, and it washed away our humble tent. The shelter that once protected us from the rain and cold is now a pool of water. My mother, my sisters, their children, and I, we all stand in the mud, looking for hope in each other’s eyes, but everything feels lost.
My little son, Hamoud, only 17 months old, doesn't understand why he can’t play anymore. He doesn’t know why everything around him is wet and cold. How can I explain to him that we’ve lost everything? How can I tell him that the world, which should have provided him safety, has abandoned us?
I write to you today, holding onto a small thread of hope, praying that you can be our support. We desperately need your help. Our lives are at risk, and our children are in danger. Your donation could save their lives, could restore our belief that someone still hears our cries. You are the lifeline we are waiting for.
With a heart that can no longer bear more pain, I beg you, please don’t leave us alone in this darkness. We need a new shelter, a roof to protect our children from this harsh cold. Every donation, no matter how small, is a new life for us and our children.
Donate and share💔🙏
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#SaveHamoud #UrgentCryForHelp #DonateNow
Got wants me to draw more content for my au grrrr 👊👊
Thinking a lot about Hyde inspired Reigen, I dunno they have same vibes to me
Day 3 — music/flowers
Idk what to put here
@brockoliguy @thenoodledart
I am Suheila, a mother of five children: Shukri, Widad, Saja, Farah, and Mira. Our lives have turned into a nightmare after our home was completely and permanently destroyed. Our house, which once represented safety and a future for us, is now just a pile of rubble. The walls have collapsed, the roofs have fallen, and everything around us has turned into debris. We no longer have a place to go, and all our memories and hopes are lost.
After our home was destroyed, we have been living on the street in a small tent, at the mercy of difficult circumstances. We have no shelter, no protection from the cold, and every passing day deepens our suffering. My husband, Shadi, who was a fisherman, has lost his source of livelihood completely. His fishing boat was bombed and destroyed, leaving him with nothing. What was once our means of survival is now just wreckage in the sea, and he cannot return to work.
We are in desperate need of your help to provide food and the basic necessities of life. Every day that passes in these harsh conditions increases our suffering. We kindly ask that you stand by us in this hardship and help us lessen our pain, so we can continue to survive.
Additionally, my husband was injured during the war, which has worsened his health and further impacted his ability to work. Now, we are in a situation we cannot endure—without income, without shelter, and without any hope for the future.🇵🇸🇵🇸
I remember making animation based on this parody cover my found family parent and uncle made two years ago, now I finally remade it
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
But I don’t want this to just be a story of loss. I want it to be a story of hope. No matter how much has changed, I refuse to stop believing in better days. I refuse to stop dreaming of a future where I can rebuild, where I can find peace, where I can wake up in the morning without fear.
That’s why I’m here. To share my journey. To connect with people who believe in kindness and humanity. To remind myself—and anyone reading this—that even in the darkest times, there is still light. ✨
If you’ve read this far, thank you. I’d love to get to know you too. Tell me something about yourself in the comments. Let’s build something positive together. 💬💙
He/she/they/ | 17 y.o. | Mob irl | Artist | Rus/eng | tg: srivnyinerv | bsky: olezhatheduckhehe I'm sorry to everyone who's reaching out to me for donation, for now I can't donate to you ☹️☹️
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