I See You Every Time,

Kimetsu no Yaiba

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“Growing old and dying, is the beauty of the fleeting creature called a human being. Because they grow old, because they die. They are tremendous, loveable and precious. What they call strength, isn’t a word that is used in regards to the body.”

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HAPPY 9TH ANNIVERSARY, BTS

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𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗱 ♡

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⠀⠀⠀about the Mugen train movie , there is one detail that I couldn't stop thinking of . you know that part when they get into the main characters' subconscious ? Tanjiro's subconscious is extremely clear and peaceful , but Rengoku's was endless fire and unbreathable air , as well as a covered sky . so i immediately thought , there is just so much that he is repressing . as fiery , passionate and kind he may seem on the outside , i think that there is a lot of clash between what he wants to be / show and how he feels ; as much as he doesn't want to ,

i'm pretty sure that the abuse of his father has affected him deeply . perhaps is it that he also possesses the same capacity to anger and be harsh with his words , but refuses to act as such , and instead chooses a different front .

but that inevitably creates inner turmoil since there is conflict . the inability to reconcile how he feels with what he is , following duty instead of heart ; and the fact that there is so much at stake and so much out of his control . especially that he is still desperately searching for his father's approval , which never truly comes .

there is so much that he has to protect , so much that his own heart comes last . and all the fire surrounding him is inevitably burning him inside .

i just thought it was a very interesting detail and i really wanted to comment on that . .

fire can be a good thing , it is warm and passionate ; but fire burns too . and his subconscious just seemed to be very far from tranquil . and i can only imagine that if rengoku were to truly snap , it wouldn't be pretty . he may even mirror his father's actions and words , and that , he would absolutely hate himself for .

a thing to explore . . 👁️

it's got my brain to think about such scenarios . . 🤨

I've been thinking about how, when you're little, you're surrounded by adults who adore you, who you're never going to remember.

I don't mean like your parents and stuff, but like — I work in after school care, and I'm forever meeting five and six year olds who seem like the most incredible people on earth. Kids who painstakingly explain the rules of handball, kids who ask me to help them colour in, kids who feel really deeply wounded by a classmate's behaviour, just an endless stream of them.

Or like my friends' kids who I've babysat once or twice. A kid who played with me in a creek, a kid whose mannerisms are etched in my mind. Cousins' babies who I held for a while. Even just stranger's babies in shops who stare at me the way babies do.

One of my best friends has an online friend who's recently had a baby, and he tells me - someone who doesn't know the friend's name even - about that baby having their first bath. Because that's the kind of love and excitement that little children inspire.

None of these children will remember me.

I literally don't have a greater point here, it's just blowing my mind to think about how much love is directed towards people who can't remember any of us. They can maybe, I guess, if everything goes well, remember the feeling of safety that ought to go with that love.

[ memories ]

No thoughts, just this.

Imagine....

You had returned from your last mission, hurt. You had woken up to heavy footsteps, when you open your eyes Sanemi is standing next to your cot, his chest heaving from running all the way here after Shinobu told him you were injured. He's starring at you anxiously, though his gaze softens when you smile up at him. You reach your arms out, your hands making grabby motions in a silent plea for his touch. He embraces you carefully, before you weakly attempt to pull him onto the cot with you. He looks at you sternly, " no, you're hurt." His voice is flat as he tries to gently pull away from your embrace. You don't let go; Sanemi is forced to stay still, fearing that if he were to try and tug away any harder your sutures could bust. "Lay down with me 'Nemi", you mumble weakly, every word coming out strained and quiet. He shakes his head before once again trying gently to pull away, but your fingers dig into his haori, managing to pull him closer by barely a inch. " Let go, I don't wanna hurt you", he said, a small threat laced in his tone, adjacent of a mother telling her child to stop pulling things off the shelf in a supermarket. Your eyes begin to water as you look into his, begging-no- pleading for him to just lay with you and hold you close.

He cant seem to say no when the tears begin to roll down your cheeks, the pain he knew you must already be in with the additive of your glossy tears making his resolve crumble. He carefully nudges you over so he can slide into the cot with you. You quickly- or as quickly as you can manage- curl into him, basking in his touch. He holds you close to him, your head resting high on his chest while his own rests atop yours; he takes a moment, just breathing in your familiar presence. He feels tears roll down his own face, his body finally relaxing after the tension stressing over you caused. The relief overwhelming as he buries his face in your hair as he holds you, never wanting to let you go.