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Ep. 8 - Weak Hero Class 1 (2022) | Ep. 8 - Weak Hero Class 2 (2025)

wow i wonder what this could possibly mean

Some rare Fuki

no, haha, i don't have a type -

oh.

Ping Pong Fanart.

ponyo doing the most for a random kid, a bucket with a hole in it, and some ramen 🍜

I just realized with the 8 year timeskip kiana and Mei are almost 30 and I'm kind of losing my mind

parallels, yes, but one is a disguised betrayal :')

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ patrochilles ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

✧ all the stars - kendrick&sza ✧

"I thought of how many nights I had lain awake in this room, loving him in silence."

all the stars are closer i.e. achilles sleeping beside patroclus as the latter lay awake, yearning.

"We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other."

the youthful notion that nothing would happen to them, when in fact they were running out of time. the way they were obsessed with each other.

"....they never let you be happy and famous."

corrupt a man's heart with a gift i.e. achilles having enough strength to succumb to pride.

"If you have to go, you know I will go with you."

the fact that both achilles and patroclus didn't care about winning or losing at the end — they simply wanted each other.

"I wish he had let you all die."

"There are no bargains between lions and men. I will kill you and eat you raw."

the way achilles was always uncaring of others, their views, their attitudes, and aware of their lies, their schemes, but the only thing that mattered to him was patroclus.

"I would recognize you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognize you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, in different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion."

"I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

"I am made of memories."

"Go," she says. "He waits for you."

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

enough said.