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djmarinizelablog · 12 days
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young yumenashi-sensei revealed!!
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also, that young man he's talking to is kinoshita-kun... i wonder who he is to sensei....
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djmarinizelablog · 12 days
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cover from latest chapter of yumenashi-sensei no shinroshidou
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he looks absolutely young and ethereal here...
also, i am jealous that in other places April symbolizes cherry blossoms and spring season, meanwhile it's still snowing where i live
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djmarinizelablog · 20 days
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Yumenashi-sensei's Guidance Counseling by Kasahara Masaki ch. 1
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djmarinizelablog · 20 days
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the fact that the appreciation for this manga is literally non-existent right now means that i will have to build the fandom right from the ground
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Yumenashi-sensei no shinroushidou cover pages
A former Career Consultant, Takanashi, now works for a school as a Guidance Counselor. During Career Guidance meetings, he gives headstrong students data and tells them the realities of the world around them, hoping that they rethink their dreams. Because of that, students begin to call him "The Dream Crusher".
(I need more of this manga in my life. Thank you for working on this, Kasahara-sensei!)
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djmarinizelablog · 20 days
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students thrashing his office plants broke my heart
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do you have any idea how much time and effort he put into collecting and taking care of his precious plant babies?? he even has a monstera, god bless his heart
if anyone did the same thing to my plants, i would have riot right then and there
good job for keeping a cool demeanor about it, sensei
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djmarinizelablog · 20 days
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i want a yumenashi-sensei in my life right now
Rare smiles
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He's so proud of her for finally releasing out all her hurt and frustration in her career i stan an amazing teacher
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djmarinizelablog · 1 month
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From Now On We Begin Ethics
Chap 41
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Takayangi-sensei: "It was quite lonely growing up without a father."
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djmarinizelablog · 1 month
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From Now on We Begin Ethics
How does a boy grow from this
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to this
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He's such a wounded soul i love him so much
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djmarinizelablog · 1 month
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From Now On We Begin Ethics
I need more people in this fandom, because how can you not fall in love with this man:
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There's like 8 volumes out already but we've only known a few things about Takayanagi-sensei:
He's a high school ethics teacher because he was inspired by his college professor
He only has three friends in his adult life
His lessons can touch the heart of his students
His rare laughter is precious and must be protected at all cost
He had a girlfriend in college and was married prior to the start of the series
I need more of his background. I need a fandom for this series (like seriously, there's no ao3 tag for this manga). I need this animated so that there will be more readers and viewers for this. Also because I need to hear Takayanagi-sensei's voice. Help me please
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I wanna cry everytime there's a new chapter cover because he poses like a hot supermodel and pretends he doesn't give a care about his students but he actually does
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Please give this manga a try and we can start talking about Philosophy and Ethics and Takayanagi together
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djmarinizelablog · 2 months
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"Love yourself, first and foremost. Please live for yourself."
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djmarinizelablog · 2 months
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Tango (a TwiYor drabble)
“I want to make sure that we’re not stepping on each other’s toes in this mission,” she tells Loid.
The main hall is festive, bright lights from the chandelier adorning their presence amidst crimes against humanity. There is a live orchestra playing in front, guests making conversation over food and music. A nearby waiter is offering glasses of champagne, but Yor catches her husband’s disapproving face and knows she’s not having any alcohol tonight.
She’s here to finish off a certain Sascha Koslov, the main sponsor for this masquerade ball. “Unfortunately, no highly-protected client comes without a throng of bodyguards." She shrugs. 
“Interesting,” Loid comments. He’s eyeing the quickest exits and possible escape routes in the interior while the orchestra music is slowly fading in their ears. “I have to intercept an exchange of photos regarding Koslov as well. The man who spoke to me was the first contact.” 
The conductor raises his baton to begin a new song. People partner off as a sultry tango starts with a slow start before the instrumental gradually escalates to the accustomed rhythm.
At this point, the floor is crowded, civilians and criminals alike. Armed guards are patrolling the corridors for any suspicious activity. Three on the left, two more on the right. Yor surmises she’ll have to get past them if she even wants to face her target tonight. She’s merely biding her time, waiting for an opening amidst all this dancing. But at the rate things are going, her client is bound to slip away from her before she can even call it a night.
A civilian elderly married couple is showing off their performance, their movements more rigid than a cardboard box. “Aren’t you two joining?” 
Yor has half an inkling in her mind to pull out her weapons to spare herself the trouble, but Loid is quicker when he tugs her by the arm. “Come on–” He leads her to the floor, away from the suspicious guards.
She flushes when her husband pulls her by the waist. “What are we doing?”
“Dancing.” 
Dancing, yeah. She knows how to do this, sort of. It takes two to tango, right? Wait a minute, what? Yes, the wonderful Loid Forger has taught his wife the steps to this intricate and complex activity before (yes, activity, among other things). They might as well act like elites. He lets her rest her hand on his shoulder, while his other hand threads their fingers together. Yor bites her lip once they begin moving as one, with Loid’s broad frame a source of support for her clumsy movements. She’s concentrating real hard not to step on her husband’s toes, but there’s no avoiding their legs brushing against each other for the duration of this song. The challenge, really, is avoiding the gaze from his blue, blue eyes. Loid looks so devilishly handsome right now; it's not fair to the world, Yor thinks. The black tux does wonders to her brain, and his blonde hair slicked back is very agonizingly neat. Yor’s lips tremble as Loid guides her to keep up with the pacing of the music. The more he gets closer to her, the more intoxicated she gets. Yor doesn’t understand why. Sure, she’s danced with people before, mostly as a ploy to prevent them from committing an assassination in the middle of a ballroom, but it feels so different when it’s Loid.
“Yor,” her husband breaks her train of thought, his voice restrained from an invisible pain, “You might want to relax your grip. You’re crushing my knuckles.”
“Sorry!” She’s about to let go, but something in the way they’re locked in this intimate position makes her feel at ease. The suspicious onlookers are gone now. Their movements are becoming more fluid by the second–every twirl and turn, every gesture and angle perfectly fitting their bodies.
The violin part heightens once Yor hooks her leg onto his hip, and she notices that quick glance from him marveling at the supple thigh that dares to peek from the slit of her dress. Loid clears his throat to compose himself, but Yor’s definitely not imagining it when his hand slides underneath her calf while Yor is bracing him for support. They stay like that for a while.
“I found my other contact,” he whispers in her ear, “What about you?”
Her eyes scan the dance floor real quick. Sascha is nowhere in her periphery. When she shakes her head, Loid leads her to a different area. Without warning, he dips her real low, his hand supporting her spine. She gets an upside down view of her surroundings. 
“What about now?” His blue eyes are questioning behind his mask.
She spots Sascha Kozlov standing by the balcony door in the corner. “Target locked.”
The conductor raises his hands and the music comes to a halt. There’s a round of applause that reverberates around them.
“I’ll see you at home.” Loid slowly lets go of her, but before he completely detaches, he takes the rose from his boutonniere and places it on her palm, closing it before gently pressing his lips against the rim of her knuckles. “Be careful.”
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hola i'm now in the sxf brain rot era pls hmu fam
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djmarinizelablog · 6 months
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SELLING: Attack on Titan AnimeNYC 2022 poster
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To commemorate the Attack on Titan finale, I'm selling this limited-edition AOT poster for 160 USD (+ shipping)! Made exclusively for AnimeNYC 2022 when Isayama-sensei visited New York for the first time. Will be posting it on Ebay but let me know if anyone's interested!
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If you buy the AnimeNYC AOT poster from me, I'm also including this exclusive bandana feat. The Founding Titan. It was given to the attendees of Isayama-sensei's forum + the winners of the giveaway merch. Great deal for the price!
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