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bts-trans · 7 months
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230925 RM’s Instagram Stories
Story 2: 틱톡 시대니까 스페드 업 (x2) https://instagram.com/stories/rkive/3199608756009575291
Sped-up (x2) version because this is the TikTok era
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edenkai · 6 months
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久石譲 (Joe Hisaishi)
-人生のメリーゴーランド
(Merry Go Round of Life)
Ukulele & Violin Cover
with Michael Wong
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haikyuuwaifu · 11 months
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Ch.15
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Genre: Humor
Warnings: Swearing, Murder Plotting (For Jokes)
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HER SURPRISE VISIT
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-Daishou is a crapsack. Y/n is over the whole thing and she is NOT looking forward to Mika’s arrival. Mika has been threatened by Y/n since their initial meeting. 
-Y/n wasn’t joking about running the other woman over with a vehicle. Mika has always treated Y/n like trash. For Daishou’s sake, Y/n deals with it. Now that she’s moved away, she doesn’t want to waste the effort. 
-Kuroo thinks it’s cute that Y/n wants to commit vehicular homicide. Hajime thinks it’s cute but still manages to maintain peak level headedness.
on the next episode of Merry Go Round: The meet-up of your nightmares <3
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thedeanguy-exe · 1 month
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harpsona · 2 years
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Tea + harp = 🥰
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poetsonice · 3 months
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Favourite shows? And, do you watch anime?
Good question!
Hmm, I'd have to think about my favourite shows...
I do watch anime quite a lot, and my favourite anime film is probably Howl's Moving Castle. Tori tolerates watching this with me, but last time, I caught her crying when Merry-Go-Round of Life started playing. I don't know why.
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walkingtalkinggoddess · 5 months
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Haven't played for ages and this masterpiece dragged my heart and my body to piano, I have a huge love towards classical music and towards piano… I can't express what I feel when I listen to "Merry-go-round of Life" but I definitely can compare this feelings and melody to the love that I feel. With this masterpiece I would describe LOVE P.S. this pedal is killing me
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anonymous-alien2-0 · 4 months
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sagelemonaide · 9 days
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as a pianist i think it's my moral obligation to learn merry go round of life. and mia and sebatian's theme. and every will wood song
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persephinae · 9 months
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dolphelecat · 1 year
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Joe Hisaishi - Merry-Go-Round of Life (from “Howl’s Moving Castle”)
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bts-trans · 7 months
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230925 RM’s Instagram Stories
Story 1: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ https://instagram.com/stories/rkive/3199595229672867688
Hahahahahaha
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benzaitenmusic · 8 days
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haikyuuwaifu · 1 year
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Ch 14
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Genre: Humor, Drama
Warning: Swearing, Mild name calling
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PLAY NICE OR GO FUCK YOURSELF
Y/n could feel the headache coming on as she walked down the sidewalk. Daishou and Kyoutani were arguing over something or another. She didn’t bother to waste her time trying to figure it out. Thankfully, Atsumu had picked up Boba, so the caffeine was helping. “Bunny, for the love of god, what have you been doing around here.” Daishou huffed, matching his stride with her own. Y/n merely chose to ignore him in favor of taking in the scenery.
The weather was nice, and it was fall. Everything was transitioning from Halloween to the next season, and Y/n had grown to enjoy the hustle and bustle of her little city life. “Maybe moving here was a bad idea after all.” Daishou grunted, causing the woman to roll her eyes. “You’re just being grumpy. We’re almost there so chill out.” She grunted around her straw, taking a harsh suck through it in annoyance. The man only snorted, rolling his eyes slightly. 
Steadily making their way to their destination, Daishou was ready to make another comment, when he recognized a familiar hairstyle through the window. “What the fuck is he doing here?” Daishou sneered, glaring at his sworn enemy. Y/n looked between Daishou and the window, noticing Kuroo inside talking to Hajime. “That’s Tetsuro, he’s a part of my friend group here.” She supplied, reaching for the door. “Bunny no, you never said anything about making friends with the likes of him.” Daishou hissed reaching for her hand. “I told you that I made friends with a barista that works at my favorite cafe Dai, what the hell is your problem.” She snarked, glaring up at him. 
The restaurant door opened to Kuroo, giving Daishou a salaciously maniacal grin. “Long time no see Suguru.” he cooed, flitting his fingers in front of the other mans face. “Do you two know each other?” Y/n asked, looking between both men. “Sure do princess, goes all the way back to primary.” Kuroo supplied, reaching out for her hand. Daishou stepped forward, ready to snatch it away, but Y/n was quicker. “Suguru Daishou, what the hell is wrong with you?” Y/n hissed, turning to glare up at him. “Nothings wrong with me bunny, he’s just a slimy piece of shit. I’ve told you our whole lives how shitty he is.” The man scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “You are a grown ass man, and far be it from me to forget all the times you bitched and complained about some guy you never named.” Y/n snarled. 
“If you don’t want to join us, you can always leave.” Kuroo supplied an easy going smile on his face. The rest of their friends were already seated inside, giving the trio the space to handle the situation. “Maybe that’s for the best.” Daishou grunted, moving to grab Y/n. “We can go somewhere else bunny.” He mumbled, tugging on her arm. “No.” Y/n hissed, taking her arm back. “I told you that I wanted to eat with my friends. I had already made those plans, and I refuse to bow down to your childish whims because you want to be a jerk.” She shouted, shaking her boba everywhere. “I invited you here, so you can get to know the people that have been taking care of me since I left that shithole you call home. So pull your head out of your fucking ass, or go.” She screamed, making her way inside.
-lunch was a very, very tense affair. It resulted in Kuroo and Daishou throwing barbs back and forth. Y/n garnering the headache of her life dealing with it, and it ended with Daishou storming out because Y/n didn’t want to spend any alone time together after. 
-in all honestly, Y/n regrets inviting the man to lunch in the first place. She’s reflected over her time away that Daishou really is a very toxic person, and she’s starting to see WHY her friends always get up in arms whenever he comes around.
the next chapter will be based a week later, with the arrival of Daishou’s main squeeze (DUN DUN DUN)
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writeforfandoms · 2 years
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Merry Go Round of Life 25
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Guys I just finished writing ch 30 earlier today and I am very emotional now.
This chapter has something that I think many of you have been waiting for. The gif is a hint.
Warnings: Violence briefly, swearing, Din is a drama queen. 
Word count: 1.4k
In which there is a rescue
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Djarin's body language was all wrong though. He was all coiled strength, weight poised, ready to move at a moment's notice. He looked, in short, like violence incarnate. 
Or absolutely, blindingly furious. 
"Let. Her. Go." 
Absolutely furious it was. His voice was low and even, but filled with rage. His helmet had shifted to focus on Kryze, his hands flexing at his sides. 
Kryze, for her part, tipped her head, staring at Djarin. Then she smiled. "Stay out of my way, and she is free to go." 
Djarin took a step forward, flexing his wrists. "Let her go." 
Kryze shifted her weight, picking up her helmet and putting it back on. It was weird to see the two facing off, both armored, both clearly experienced fighters. Djarin was attempting to circle around Kryze to get to you, while she seemed to be focused on getting in his way. So far, no blows had been exchanged. In fact, they hadn't even gotten close enough to try. 
Using their distraction with each other to your advantage, you carefully got out of the chair. Neither of them reacted, so you crept cautiously over to the wall and started sidling along it, sticking to the shadows as much as possible. 
Kryze turned to look at you, and you froze in fear. Oh shit. 
Djarin grabbed something from his belt and there was a hum in the air, something like electricity. A blade extended from the thing in his hands, but it was like no blade you had ever seen. The blade was black, with a sort of dark light coming from it. 
Kryze whipped around, shock in her shoulders. "You?" She choked out. 
"Run." The word was low and raspy, and it took you a moment to realize that he was talking to you. 
You ran. Headed straight for the mouth of the cave and didn't stop and didn't look back. You trusted Djarin would catch up with you. 
There was a shout behind you and then one gloved hand grabbed yours, Djarin's long legs letting him catch up to you. 
"Keep running," he instructed you, helmet dipping close to your head as the two of you burst out into near-blinding light and endless sand. "Hold on to me." 
Wind kicked up around the two of you, tossing sand everywhere. Your foot came down, but instead of shifting sand, you stepped on… nothing. There was air under your feet, somehow as solid as wood, and you gasped as the sand fell away from you two. 
Or, more accurately, as you two ascended. 
"Hold on tight," Djarin grunted, squeezing your hand. 
"How?" You gasped, holding tight to his hand as the two of you sky-ran, the wind whipping against your face. (Perhaps this was why he wore a helmet - you imagined you'd be able to see much better if you had something blocking the wind from your face.) 
"What?" 
"How did you find me?"
Djarin was silent for a moment, helmet still tipped down towards you. "I will always find you." 
Heat bloomed in you, racing through you, as your eyes went wide. You licked your lips, holding tighter to him. 
"Djarin–"
"Din," he interrupted you. "My name is Din." 
"Din." You tried it out, unable to stop yourself from smiling. If you hadn't been holding on to him, you wouldn't have felt the tremor that shook him briefly, and you looked up at him in concern. 
"I'm fine," he grumbled before you could ask. 
"Oh!" Your gaze landed on the cloak, fastened around his neck, and you smiled. "You got the cloak." 
"I haven't taken it off." He sounded almost bashful. "Thank you."
"It's my pleasure." You smiled. "Are we safe? From the Witch?"
"For now." Din shrugged, just a little. "But it won't take her long to get back on her feet." 
"She has a plan to take the Darksaber," you told Din urgently, having to shout over the wind. You seemed to be going faster, somehow. "She said things were nearly in place." 
"I'll take care of it." Din brought the two of you down slowly. "Hang on."
You were going to ask but you didn't have time. The castle was below you, rumbling towards you. The door opened on its own, and you realized with a start that you and Din were still running towards the castle. You opened your mouth to scream or ask Din something, but you never got a chance. 
The two of you tumbled in the open door, and Din wrapped you up in his arms so he could take the brunt of the impact. You heard the door slam shut, but you couldn't move to look. 
Because you were cradled to Din's chest, his arms warm and firm around you. The two of you were flat on the floor of the castle, and you could feel him breathing under you. You warmed, lips parting a little in surprise and something deeper, your gaze flicked to the visor of his helmet, you leaned in closer and–
A soft coo interrupted the two of you. Your eyes closed for a moment, and under you, you felt more than heard Din sigh. In dismay? Relief? You couldn't guess. 
You rolled off of him and got to your feet a little awkwardly. 
"Thank you for getting me," you said, looking away. You couldn't stand to think if he had been so relieved to be interrupted. It made your heart hurt. 
Din stood slowly, and you could just see the helmet focused on you. "Are you hurt?"
"No," you answered, absently rubbing one wrist. "She didn't hurt me. Well. Apart from my head."
"Let me see." Din strode over behind you, one hand carefully settling on your shoulder. His other touched the back of your head, and pain flared bright and sharp enough that you whimpered. "Sorry," Din murmured. "I'm sorry, this will just take a few more moments." 
"Okay," you whispered. You grimaced when your head flared with pain again, and you closed your eyes as tears welled in your eyes. 
"Done." Din placed his other hand on your shoulder too, thumbs rubbing soothingly across the back of your neck and shoulders. You felt some of the tension leak out of you. 
"How bad is it?" You were a little hesitant to ask. 
"Not too bad," Din murmured. "You'll feel better in a couple days." One of his hands slid over to cup the back of your neck, gentle and warm. You couldn't help the contented little hum that escaped you. 
"Thank you." You opened your eyes, unable to stop yourself from smiling. He was behind you, it was okay. 
"What else did the Witch tell you?" His free hand moved from your shoulder, but you could feel him step closer to you, still behind you. 
Right. The Witch. And the impending fight for the Darksaber, potential royal upset, all of that. The stuff you should be focusing on. “She said her people are moving into position to get the King, and the Darksaber.” You huffed. “Well, I guess not the Darksaber.”
Din was quiet for a moment. “If she plans to attack the King, I must go.”
“What?” You turned to look at him, eyes wide. “No, Din, you shouldn’t go! You’ve got the Darksaber, you can keep it away from her!” 
He shook his head slowly, one of his hands closing around yours, the leather warm and smooth. “I have to go.”
You drew in a deep breath, worry mixing with affection for this stubborn man. “She didn’t tell me much else,” you admitted. “Just that she will stop at nothing to get that.” You nodded to the hilt resting on his belt now. 
“Thank you.” Din squeezed your hand gently. “Stay here. You’ll be safe here, you and the kid both.”
“Okay.” Taking a chance, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to the cheek of his helmet. “Be safe, please.” 
Din didn’t move for a long moment. And then he pressed the forehead of his helmet to your forehead, gentle and cool. “I will.” You were close enough that you could hear him take a deep breath. And then he turned away, dropping your hand. His shoulders straightened. He stood taller. And he strode back out the door, black-side down.
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iguanadonis · 1 year
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"whats the point of living if i cant be beautiful!!!"
my howloween look 🔥🍳👒🪶
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