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blossom-hwa · 1 month

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the words I say, and the words I mean | h.k

pairing: Huening Kai x gender neutral!reader genre: fluff, a touch of angst, high school!au, childhood best friends to lovers!au warnings: cursing word count: 2.5k notes: this was originally a story for jay written for chip as a lovely birthday present, I've repurposed it for hyuka because I think he'd fit the lovely lovestruck trope just as well :) hope you enjoy! On a cool golden afternoon on the cusp of winter, Kai falls for you again.

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At precisely five fifty-three on a Friday afternoon of a crisp fall-turning-winter day, Kai comes to this conclusion:

He says a lot of shit.

Which, in hindsight, any of his friends could have probably told him. Taehyun for certain—and Beomgyu too just by virtue of him being a paragon of evil or something. But there’s that whole saying about having to realize things about oneself by oneself, or whatever, because you’ll never listen to anyone else, not for real.

Or maybe there isn’t a saying. Maybe someone just told him that and he’s remembering it now.

Doesn’t matter. The point is, Kai walks into the coffee shop where you work at exactly five fifty-two pm on this wonderful Friday afternoon in the crisp intersection between fall and winter where the sun is beginning to set noticeably earlier but not so much so that it fucks up his entire brain, locks eyes with you behind the counter, and says:

“Hey, doofus.”

Which is certainly a substitute—if not a very good one—for what he says in his brain:

You look really beautiful in this lighting, and I kind of want to kiss you.

You roll your eyes and it’s still beautiful, somehow, in the golden afternoon sunlight spilling through the cafe window, and once again Kai is reminded of how hard he’s fallen for every single bit of you—the childhood best friend who lives next door, who’s seen him from his grubby little toddler days to his ratty pre-teen years to his ungodly mess of existence in this last year before college. You’ve seen everything about him, he’s seen everything about you, and if Kai hadn’t realized it before (a year ago, you fell asleep in the passenger seat as he was driving the two of you home from school and he got a slap of cold reality from God Herself when he looked over to see drool trickling down the side of your face and the first thing he thought was cute) he’d certainly realize it now, at five fifty-two pm on a Friday afternoon at the cusp of fall-turning-winter where the sunlight shines so warm on your half-annoyed, half-fond expression that Kai can proudly say is reserved solely for him.

But it’s kind of like a second realization of love, he guesses. Because apparently once wasn’t enough. And it comes in the form of him calling you a doofus when he just really wants to kiss you instead.

He really, really says a lot of shit. More specifically, a lot of shit he doesn’t mean. Mostly because you don’t know how he feels, and he’s too scared to ask if you might feel the same way.

“Good afternoon to you too, doofus,” you snip, sliding a cup of coffee across the counter. He hands you the exact amount for the drink like clockwork because it’s a routine at this point, and then, also in routine, he eyes it exaggeratedly.

“There’s no poison in this, is there?”

There it is. Again. There’s no poison in this, is there?

How about this instead:

Thanks for the drink, I really love you.

You roll your eyes again and he has to curb the smile on his face, in case it betrays the way his heart is pounding in his chest like it does a lot these days at the sight of you. “No, asshole,” you intone. “If I wanted to kill you, I’d make sure there was blood.”

“Aw, so you don’t want to kill me?”

I’d probably let you stab me for free.

“I’m waiting for the right time.” You snicker. “You know, Beomgyu already offered to help me hide the body.”

Kai would respond, and if he did he’d probably say something equally dumb that he didn’t really want to say because his heart keeps screaming for him to tell the truth of his emotions but his mind keeps telling it to shut the fuck up, but the door opens again with a little ring of bells and even though it’s now five fifty-four pm, six minutes from the end of your shift, six minutes are still six minutes and he’ll have to wait those six minutes to walk you home.

Your manager’s a bitch.

So he parks himself at a table, idly scrolling through his phone while sipping at the bitter Americano you gave him (perfect for keeping him somewhat awake for the late night studying that will definitely happen tonight), and also sneaking glances at you when he’s more or less certain you’re busy. He does good today, doesn’t manage to get caught staring even once before you disappear into the back, presumably to strip off your apron and clock out.

Soobin sends him about five cat pictures in the several minutes it takes for you to change. Kai giggles into his drink and hearts them all right before a shadow looms over his seated figure.

“What’re you laughing at?”

In response, he lifts his phone and watches a smile bloom across your face at the cat pictures. “They’re adorable,” you coo.

Kai’s brain reacts before his mouth does, which sucks because it only gives further proof to his realization earlier which he’d kinda hoped was a fluke but was pretty sure it wasn’t.

So are you.

He doesn’t say that, because he doesn’t have the guts. “Yeah, if only I could convince my parents to get one,” he pouts instead, pocketing the phone. “Let’s go home.”

The bells above the door chime merrily as the two of you walk out into the golden sunshine, a subtle warmth that curls even through the sharp bites of wind that nip at his nose and cheeks. When winter comes with its snow and ice, you’ll switch to taking the car home—him driving over to pick you up instead of walking in the snow—so he cherishes the walks for now, a bit of peace and calm in the silence of the neighborhood air.

Well, not exactly peace and calm. Because the two of you are best friends, and so you bicker, and most of that bickering gets pretty loud and your neighbors probably hate you both even if they haven’t said it out loud yet, but to Kai it feels peaceful anyway. Calming. A breath of fresh air, a moment in which he can forget about the stress of school and college applications and just focus on being here with you.

You’re telling him a story about work today, gesticulating wildly as you reenact some woman telling you that her drink wasn’t frothy enough, that she expected two full fucking inches of froth so you’d better shake it again or remake it. Kai laughs, and cackles, and commiserates when you say you’d like to hunt her down and put her six feet under, and all the time his heart feels like it’s blooming, blooming under not the sun itself but the light of your smile as you laugh with him.

Like a sunflower, he thinks. A sunflower, always chasing the sun across the sky.

Holy shit, Yeonjun’s poetry is rubbing off on him. This is terrible.

And then you laugh again, this brilliant sound that’s like a cross between a pig’s snort and wedding bells, and yeah. Okay. Whatever. Maybe Yeonjun’s poetry is fine. Because at least it’s getting things right.

“I never want to work in the food industry again,” you complain, shaking your head. Your scarf seems to be slipping around your neck and Kai’s fingers itch to rearrange it, but he keeps his hands to himself because you’ll notice it, right? You’ll notice the slipping scarf instead and then he won’t have to risk having you feel the tenderness in his fingers that isn’t supposed to be there because he’s only supposed to be your best friend, not someone who has a crush on you. “All the horror stories are so real.”

“Okay, but have you considered...” He pauses dramatically as you look at him, eyebrows raised. “Maybe you’re the problem.”

“Kai Kamal Huening—”

“If everything’s happening to you, I’m just saying, maybe there’s some correlation there—”

You punch him in the arm. Hard.

He wails.

“Oh my God, you fucking baby,” you hiss, all the while also holding your sides that are shaking with laughter as Kai flops to the ground, gripping his arm like you just attempted to cut it off. Good. Because he’s exaggerating, clearly, but only for your sake—so you can laugh. Just a bit. Enough to bring light back to your face that isn’t just from the sun.

“You punched me,” he whines, “and you’re calling me a baby?”

I’d let you punch me any day. And if I deserved it, I’d probably punch myself in the face, too. For you.

He’s going insane, he really fucking is, with the disconnect between the shit he says and the shit he wants to say. But the banter comes so easily, too easily—maybe that’s the reason why he can’t speak the words buried in his heart. Because it’s so much easier, so much simpler, to just pretend. To just bicker his way out of ever revealing anything to you.

“Oh my God, just shut up.” You haul him up and—holy shit, maybe he’s just some Victorian woman in disguise or whatever because he could swoon into your touch. He really could. But he doesn’t, because even to his dumbfuck lovesick heart, that’s overkill. “Come on, punch me. We’ll call it even.”

Kai stares at the arm you proffer to him, covered in the coat you’ve worn for several years at this point. He doesn’t know why, but for a moment, he can’t move. Can’t bring himself to.

Which is dumb as fuck. Because this is a thing you two have always done, jokingly hit each other at one point and when the other complains loud enough to cause a neighborhood ruckus, let them hit back to call it even. It started with your first fight as kids and it just...stayed. Until now. At this moment at sometime past six pm on a Friday evening, now, on a crisp fall-turning-winter day where wind has mostly carried away the coffee smell from your job and Kai is having a crisis about punching your arm.

But he has to do it. So—

He punches you.

Very softly.

Nothing at all like you punched him.

You blink. So does he.

“What the fuck was that, dude?” You narrow your eyes at him playfully, though something uncertain dances in your gaze. Alarm bells start ringing at full force in his brain—fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—“Are you going soft?”

He’s looking at you and you’re looking at him and a gust of wind blows the scarf around your neck and fuck you still haven’t noticed that it’s loose and he wants nothing more than to grab it and fix it so you won’t get too cold but he can’t, now, because he’s already revealed too much by not punching you the way you (and he!) expected and the uncertainty is still there in your expression and FUCK he needs to say something, he needs to say something—

No, it’s because I like you so much it hurts.

“No, it’s because you’re weak and you wouldn’t be able to handle a real punch.”

You screech and Kai screams and then you’re chasing him down the block, one fist held high as you yell something like I’ll give you a real fucking punch to whine about and even as he runs away from you he can hear the laughter in your voice even as you spout bloody murder and promises of revenge behind him, your screams blending with his gasping laughter as he stops, sides heaving with cackles, and you bowl him onto the cold sidewalk that still feels warm, somehow, warm with your giggles as you slap him in the shoulder, threats of violence still dripping from your lips—

“I give up,” he gasps, tears squeezing out of his eyes as he tries to stop laughing. “I give up.”

In other words:

I’ll let you win, always, because your happiness means everything to me.

You collapse to the ground beside him on the cold concrete, and there has never been anything more beautiful, Kai thinks, than the medley of your cackling laugh fading in the air and your expression scrunched in giggling happiness as you sit up to face him. “Good,” you sniff, eyes sparkling in the fading sunlight. “Glad you know your place.”

Kai watches you stand, then extend a hand to help him up. His eyes linger on that hand, the hand he held so much as a kid, the hand he stopped holding in middle school because it’s icky and we aren’t dating, the hand he’s wanted to hold for several years now and even more so since last year when he saw you drooling in the car and thought you were so, so cute. He reaches up, takes it, and in the moment where your palms are connected, his heart aches, aches so much for him to just say—

I love you.

But you let go of his hand, still smiling, so oblivious to the way his heart sags and cracks with the weight of those three words he can’t say as the warmth of your palm leaves his, and he knows—it isn’t meant to be, you loving someone as ratty and messy and damaged as he. You’re best friends. Nothing less, but certainly nothing more.

So he leaves the words in his overflowing heart, locks them away with a cold key made of the sudden absence of your hand’s warmth against his. “Come on,” he says instead, smiling the crooked smile that you always say makes him look like a stupid little rugrat on the streets. But he gets the patented Kai Kamal Huening smile on your face in return, annoyance and exasperation and fondness all mixed into an expression that nearly explodes the box where he keeps those three words, eight letters, carefully locked away, so it can’t be too bad. Not really. Not if it gets him the sunlight of your smile on your face.

Nothing’s so bad, really, not even the weight of all the words he means but can’t say, not when you smile at him like this under the shimmering golden sunlight of a fall-turning-winter evening, not when the two of you are alone in the street glowing warm with laughter, not when it feels like nothing in the world can tear the two of you apart. It’s enough, really. Having you here, and knowing you’ll always be here, even if it means keeping secrets locked carefully away in his heart.

“Come on,” he repeats, and his smile isn’t even that strained as he jerks his head towards the end of the street. “The sun’s setting. Let’s get home.”

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arataka-reigen · 6 months

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Today's embroidery project was a little cherry blossom tree, and the one that took me the longest to complete so far

#i am addicted to making only french knots and refuse to learn anything new 😔#i'll try out the fishbone stitch and the leaf stitch tomorrow istg. i've been avoiding these two lol.#gi talks #gi embroiders #p #cherry blossom #pink #embroidery #1

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finncakes · 7 months

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slowly but surely catching up....🌿

#critical role #cr3 #bells hells #orym #orym of the air ashari #fearne calloway #fey blossoms #THEM !!!!!!!!#cr slow down i am still catching up #i am on...ep 72 now...#but tomorrow another airs...#i will forever be 3 eps behind methinks

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hyetori · 3 months

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finelythreadedsky · 2 months

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On one level the book is about the life of a woman who is hardly more than a token in a great epic poem, on another it’s about how history and context shape how we are seen, and the brief moment there is to act between the inescapable past and the unknowable future. Perhaps to write Lavinia Le Guin had to live long enough to see her own early books read in a different context from the one where they were written, and to think about what that means.

-Jo Walton

#thinking of how her last four novels between 2004 and 2008 show a progressive blossoming of interest in classical literary traditions #following nearly half a century's worth of a career where she seems to actively avoid the influence of classical or medieval europe #idk. but i think this explains annals of the western shore as much as lavinia.#she gets so interested in what it means to share the same stories across space and time (and class and gender and nationality)#to be united in a community by having the same poetry #and in such an obvious way thinking about classics as a discipline is an incredible way to work through that #and i do think its an interest that must come out of having witnessed her own work unite people in community across time #if you're talking about the way stories and poems bring people together across time...#i read the texts passed on to me by renaissance humanists and 19th century philologists and byzantine monks and late antique scribes...#and they're the same across time and space but they're also not #and to have seen her own work reach people across space and time and be the same but also not... that must have been incredible #so: did living long enough to see her own early books read in a different context and to think about what that means #drive her to think about classical literature as she clearly was for the better part of a decade?#mine #reception #anyway i gotta think about this and email [redacted] tomorrow

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whelvehitee · 4 months

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Perhaps I just needs to get some stuff off my mind

Wow that was so serious but-

POWERPUFF BRAINROT!!

Okay so here’s some headcanons that I’ve had but I’ve never really wrote them down but I think would be good fanfic material

I think the greens would be good friends after some time like as violent as they are they have very good battle chemistry because I don’t think they’d just be animals going ham on the enemy. As kids? Sure but as teenagers or new adults I think they’d achieve some sort of mutual understanding of each other. What I mean is that I feel like they would really get what the other is going through with being stereotyped as the “headstrong” and “numbskulls” because even though buttercup is more on the soft side and butch is just blatantly crazy I think they would get why they are like that after a point in their relationship (not romantic just in general). They wouldn’t call each other friends but they would stand up for each other in their own way, I don’t think buttercup would fight butchs battles for him instead she’d just give him advice in her own green way same goes for butch to buttercup.

I think because of buttercup being a green she gets bricks anger issues in a way butch doesn’t. Not shipping them but I’m just saying like buttercup in all her annoying and teasing glory would know when to shut up when it comes to brick because I don’t think anyone would want to get on his bad side considering she’s already been there yet never on the receiving end but looking back on the burns he’d give blossom during their fights I don’t think she’d like to mess with him. Brick already has a hard time going about his day because of constantly being on the edge I don’t think he’s ever had a childlike mentality after what’s happened with Him because I think Him really had a lasting effect on the boys causing them great types of trauma.

The puffs and ruffs probably come to a sort of understanding after some time because even if they don’t like each other they still get each other like I said with the greens I think this understanding is even deeper with the reds. They are EXTREMELY complex like I cannot even begin to explain how much of their character I can break down.

I don’t think blossom is a conservative know it all bitch instead I think blossom is narcissistic from being the forever leader but still being her everything nice qualities. Yes she is the nicest but I think she’s the LEAST reasonable. I think she would have very solid foundations for every situation which would be very hard to negotiate with causing disagreements that she wouldn’t anticipate but would still invite unknowingly. Knowing this I think her and brick would constantly be at odds yet brick would be the one making and effort to settle down instead most of the time because I think even with his all hotheadedness I don’t think he’s a person who would headache unnecessary arguments. Brick does have pride but he’s the complete opposite of blossom in a way where the way they handle social ques is also very different. Yes they have their similarities but I don’t think they’d be on the same page EVER. Now where does the understanding come? Their behaviour mostly because I feel like they’d respond to a lot of things the same way. On and emotional level I think they have a similar sense of stress.

Welp that’s all for now

#powerpuff girls #ppg #rowdyruff boys #rrb brick #ppg blossom #rowdyruff brick #ppg buttercup #ppg bubbles #powerpuff buttercup #powerpuff blossom #powerpuff bubbles #rrb boomer #rrb butch #rowdyruff butch #rowdyruff boomer #headcanon #idk what im doing #i have an exam tomorrow #i should study

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snackugaki · 1 year

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aphsillyos · 1 month

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alune day alune day alune day alune day alune day

#alune #league of legends #spirit blossom alune #spirit blossom #alune league of legends #me arts tag #SO EXCITED AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #although does the update drop like. today or tomorrow or wednesday.... <- has no concept of patches

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animenekos · 29 days

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Hanasaku Iroha; Hanasaku Iroha ~Blossoms for Tomorrow~ - Episode 8

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fitpacs · 5 days

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#i’m having a crisis over diamond blossom atm #i have so many ways i could take it and so much i wanna do for it #but i can only take it one way at the end of the day and i wanna choose the right path for it because im passionate about the concept #also i’m paranoid nobody is enjoying it gahhh #i’m so tired i think i’ll sleep early and revisit the db drawing board tomorrow

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blossom-hwa · 1 year

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TXT Mobile Masterlist

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✨ – series

⭐ – fluff

💔 – angst

🌙 – triggers

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Platform Nine and Three-Quarters | high society!au | ⭐, 💔, 🌙

→ You run away from your own wedding. Yeonjun is there to help.

These Endless Summer Nights | university!au | ⭐, 🌙

→ This summer feels endless, spent in each other’s arms. [ Hoshi (SVT) ver. ]

If You’ll Have Me | regency!au, nobility!au | ⭐, 💔, 🌙

→ When the Duke of Hastings, Yeonjun Choi, meets the season’s diamond debutante, Y/N L/N, it’s partnership - not love - at first sight. But as time passes, as relationships crumble and friendships mend, maybe, just maybe -

The ton's belief that you are a love match can find some truth. [ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 ]

Some People are Dreams | slice of life!au | ⭐, 💔

→ A collection of people who felt like dreams: some who were, and one who was real.

Lavender Mist | apocalypse!au | 💔, 🌙

→ As the world falls, Taehyun keeps moving on. [ the things we lost along the way ]

Be My Date | model!au | ⭐, 💔

→ Beomgyu is everything you’ve ever wanted. It just takes him a little more time to realize he feels the same way about you.

Forever, and Always | roommates!au | ⭐, 🌙

→ Snapshots of a time when things are simple, life is kind, and you and Beomgyu are happy.

5:13 pm: rain on the window like your lips on my face | domestic!au | ⭐

→ It’s a quiet, rainy day when Beomgyu calls.

the things we lost along the way | apocalypse!au | 💔, 🌙

→ As the world falls, Taehyun keeps moving on. [ Lavender Mist ]

Lavender Mist | apocalypse!au | 💔, 🌙

→ As the world falls, Taehyun keeps moving on. [ the things we lost along the way ]

Taking Care | slice of life!au, editor!taehyun, writer!mc | ⭐

→ When Taehyun goes missing from work, you hunt him down to his apartment where you find him sick. Attempts to take care of him ensue. It doesn’t all go as expected. [ Seungcheol (SVT) ver. ]

Partly Moon, Partly Sun | villain!au, god!au | ⭐, 💔, 🌙

→ When you die, Taehyun swears an oath of revenge to bring you back, the world and its gods be damned.

the things we lost along the way | apocalypse!au | 💔, 🌙

→ As the world falls, Taehyun keeps moving on. [ Lavender Mist ]

The Words I Say, and the Words I Mean | high school!au, childhood best friends to lovers!au | ⭐, 💔, 🌙

→ On a cool golden afternoon on the cusp of winter, Kai falls for you again.

#kpop #txt #tomorrow x together #tomorrow by together #txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt oneshots #tomorrow x together scenarios #txt x reader #tomorrow x together x reader #soobin #yeonjun #beomgyu #taehyun #huening kai #blossom-hwa #nas

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best-underrated-anime · 4 months

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Best Underrated Anime Group H Round 2: #H1 vs #H2

#H1: Pro baseball player cares about money

#H2: Girl is sent to family hotel in the country

Details and poll under the cut!

#H1: Gurazeni

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Summary:

This is the story of Natsunosuke Honda, a pro baseball player—a relief pitcher who has been playing pro in a team called Spiders for 8 years. The team operates as a highly-stratified society, where the player's performance determines his annual salary. Natsunosuke is one of the highest paid players in the game. He measures how good players are by how much money they make, and he intends to be on top and stay there, and as such is always looking for players to challenge and does everything to insure that he is better than they are.

Propaganda:

Gurazeni appeals to me as a show where all the characters are adults and are written as such. I would not say that Gurazeni's art is particularly good, but the writing has a charm to it. It gets into the little details of baseball stats and how they affect salaries, as well as which position pays more. The characters are fun and likable and the story goes some interesting places. I only saw season 1, but it did get a season 2.

Also, Gurazeni's music is pretty good, with a great OP and ED.

Trigger Warnings: None.

#H2: Hanasaku Iroha: Blossoms for Tomorrow

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Summary:

Ohana Matsumae is an energetic and wild teenager residing in Tokyo with her carefree single mother. Abruptly, her mother decides to run away with her new boyfriend from debt collectors, forcing the young girl to fend for herself—as per her mother's "rely only on yourself" philosophy—in rural Japan, where her cold grandmother runs a small inn. Driven to adapt to the tranquil lifestyle of the countryside, Ohana experiences and deals with the challenges of working as a maid, as well as meeting and making friends with enthralling people at her new school and the inn.

Propaganda:

It’s a really great one season show about a teen girl figuring out who she is and what she wants out of life. She makes friends and creates a home for herself despite having no dad and a lackluster Mother. She grows and blossoms into a better, kinder person who enjoys life. It’s a genuinely sweet anime, and everyone in it is trying their best. It’s a feel good show, and if you need a smile, give it a shot. Frankly, it’s very much character-centric, and you can’t help but root for them and feel for them when they suffer.

Trigger Warnings: Mild Emotional Abuse in the past. The Mom isn’t abusive physically, but she does suck and neglects her kid emotionally, so maybe Child Abuse?

When reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

If you want to criticize one of the shows above to give the one you’re rooting for an advantage, then do so constructively. I do not tolerate groundless hate or slander on this blog. If I catch you doing such a thing in the notes, be it in the tags or reblogs, I will block you.

Know one of the shows above and not satisfied with how it’s presented in this tournament? Just fill up this form, where you can submit revisions for taglines, propaganda, trigger warnings, and/or video.

#anime #best underrated anime #polls #poll tournament #tournament #anime tournament #animation #group stage #group stage round 2 #tournament polls #group h #gurazeni #gurazeni: money pitch #hanasaku iroha: blossoms of tomorrow #hanasaku iroha

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