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pride of busan (miss saigon parody)

– you are sunlight and i'm moon –

Jimin doesn't want his new life. He'd give anything to escape being broken, alone, and surrounded by lusting soldiers who'll pay wads of dirty money for a hand between his legs.

Yoongi doesn't want his old life. He's sick of being faded, exhausted, and stuck once again at this cheap sex bar where pleasure and misery occupy two sides of the same coin.

They both know hope is a fucking luxury.

But on this particular night, like a shape crossing into a light and bearing a shadow, Jimin and Yoongi find themselves two bodies pushed together in a perfect eclipse. Chosen to share each other's sky... and given a second chance. A final stance. A last dance.

Because in Dreamland, some things meet exactly when fortune meant them to.

ABSOLUTELY, HOLY MOTHER OF CINEMA

Demon slayer: Mugen Train was a God. Damn. Masterpiece.

The music was absolutely stellar. And the art was on par with fuckin Howls Moving Castle - even better if you ask me.

This movie DESERVES to be at the top for years if not decades to come. I cannot even begin to describe the emotions and connections I felt from this beautiful movie and I’ve literally already had a whole night to think about it.

Please. Do yourself a damn favor. Go. See. That. Movie.

park jimin homescreens

he’s so pretty. that’s it.

🌄🎆🌌

Anyways I'm so sorry to everyone but now that I've seen The Demon Slayer movie I'm not going to consume another piece of media for a long time and rengoku is my favorite character I love him so much

LITERALLY MY THOUGHTS WHEN HE CAME ONSCREEN

There's something about tattooed pink-haired 2d demon boys that makes me feel things

Are other people also more motivated by “reverse inspiration” then actual inspiration? Because if I read a book that I like then my reaction will almost always be “yes, perfect, all media is like this and I don’t need to do anything :)”

But if I read a book I don’t like or even hate? My fingers are flying. My brain is sizzling. The words are pouring onto the page. Books that fail me are entire oceans of inspiration because I am reminded that others are deeply incorrect about the world and only I, the sole girl in a dystopian YA novel, can fix this.