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I just made myself cry laying down trying to sleep because I got railroaded by a fic idea from Lady Kiku’s perspective; I’m not skilled enough to write this but …. Imagine it’s something like 6 months after the events of the show and she’s in her rooms at the tea house. Perhaps she has an evening to herself or perhaps it’s an appointment booked in advance, I don’t know how but somehow the Anjin appears unexpectedly at her door. Maybe he’s broken in and there are some angry guards trailing behind him that Kiku is able to wave off. Clearly he’s been drinking, but he is not a loud or foolish or an aggressive drunk like she’s dealt with in the past; he’s unsteady but calm. He is silent despite the fact that he’s grown accustomed to speaking for himself. She invites him in and he sits, she pours him tea and tries to talk slow so maybe he can understand. She moves closer, to entice him to speak, to try and understand why he’s here with her. She wonders briefly if he has come back to her because he enjoyed their time together and now seeks comfort. But the thought is fleeting. She does not see him often in town but knows from her sources that there has been a cloud over the Anjin that has not broken since his return from Osaka. He has forge ahead and made well for himself without his translator, but Kiku can see that he is shrouded in a sadness that only a few have noticed and even fewer can understand; she realizes she alone bore witness to the Anjin’s true feelings for Mariko-sama.
After what feels like eons, he unexpectedly reaches out to her and touches a loose piece of her hair, running the silky strands between his index finger and thumb. She’s taken aback by the gentle act and even more so when she realizes his eyes are closed, his chest rising and falling in slow huffs.
After so many years of training, she knows the power of a fantasy. So she lets him sit like this for a long time. It was not too long ago they were all in this room together, where she made way for the Anjin to imagine himself here with the woman he loved. Now it remains only the two of them to share this memory, and Kiku feels the weight of Mariko-sama’s absence, just as she had done that night she escorted the Anjin to bed alone. With his eyes still closed she uses the back of her fingers to softly brush the tears from his face, just as she imagines Mariko-sama would wish to do if she were here now. Before she retreats, he catches her soft hand and holds it flush to his rough cheek, covering her small hand with his calloused palm. After only a brief hesitation, he allows himself to lean into her embrace. She holds the quivering jaw of the rugged barbarian in her one hand and wipes away her own tears with her other. Kiku watches as his mouth opens to speak and she knows it’s her name poised to fall from his lips before his mouth snaps closed again. After another brief moment he stands quickly, avoiding her eye and ignoring her quiet protest, and provides a long bow. Without a word he is off into the night before she can even think to stand up, and she is left to wonder if he will be back again to find Mariko-sama in her touch.
Anyway, if you have the skills to write it, pls do and send it to me so I can cry
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SHŌGUN Chapter Five: Broken to the Fist Chapter Ten: A Dream of a Dream
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SHŌGUN (2024) - 1x04/1x10
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SHOGUN — 1x01: "Anjin" | 1x10: "A Dream of a Dream
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smartphone storage plateauing in favor of just storing everything in the cloud is such dogshit. i should be able to have like a fucking terabyte of data on my phone at this point. i hate the fucking cloud
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god he's so real for this
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Having a bruise is great it’s like a second clitoris but it only does masochism
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“I’ve heard chats about me not ever facing a Dalek,” he says indignantly. “I’d be so angry if that’s the case! By the time that I’m done with Doctor Who, I better have faced a Dalek.” At this point, Gatwa gets so incensed by the idea of not meeting everyone’s favorite plunger-wielding salt shakers that he accidentally tosses his lip balm across the room: “What on earth would be the point of me being Doctor Who without facing a Dalek!?" - Entertainment Weekly
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You’ve heard of I’d die for you, I’d kill for you… but have you heard of I love you so much that I’ll push down all the sorrow and grief and desperation I have to see you live and kill you by my own hand so that you don’t have to commit this mortal sin upon yourself, and instead find peace in knowing you will enter into the heaven you so deserve ?? I’m weeping
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Hell is no place I haven't already known. Let it from your mind.
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I’m chronically offline but Tumblr doesn’t count = I’m California sober.
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🧍‍♂️
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Palestinian activists get their message across on Londons iconic Tower Bridge landmark- one of the cities most historic buildings. We need a ceasefire now.
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