𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓙𝓪𝓷𝓮 𝓓𝓸𝓮 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓻𝔂

​I never thought I’d love an anime about soccer so much, especially since I’ve never been a sports person at all—I don't play any sports, and I'm just not good at them. But Blue Lock completely changed that for me; the raw adrenaline and emotion are so intense that it actually makes me want to learn how to play soccer! I even found myself getting hyped up watching the goals during a World Cup broadcast, lol.

​I’m so excited that Fumiya Takahashi is playing Isagi because he’s an immensely talented actor whose craft I deeply admire, and seeing K from &TEAM as Nagi in his acting debut doesn't surprise me one bit—he literally IS Nagi, period. Even his height matches; just turn on his bored expression and we're good to go.

​One thing I’m eagerly waiting for is to see if Kaito Sakurai doesn't disappoint as Bachira—he is, without a doubt, my favorite character, so I truly hope I can call him my Bachira in the movie too! Just from the trailer, you can already tell his real-life soccer background gives him wild, fluid movements on the field, and you can see him showing that unhinged smile and maniac glare.

​But honestly, if we’re talking about absolute perfection, Nobunaga Sato from the Japanese stage play (Blue Stage) is hands down the most insanely accurate, spot-on real-life Bachira I have ever seen in my entire life. How is he even real?!

​There’s no way they’re going to show it in theaters where I live, and if it doesn't hit streaming platforms eventually, I’m going to miss it. That simply CANNOT happen because I have the urge to consume every single piece of Blue Lock media that exists.

Please, I just want some bootleg site to upload it already.

​Does anyone else feel the exact same way right now?

I get so nostalgic thinking about what it would have been like to be a fan since the Monsoon era (the tragic life of being born in the wrong year, right when they debuted).

Still, I arrived just in time to fall head over heels. And can we talk about Bill Kaulitz, please? Definitely one of the biggest crushes of my life.

Speaking of, this track is living in my head rent-free lately:

It's been a year since I haven't felt comfortable in my own skin. Every day when I wake up, the first thing I do is look in the mirror, and I wish it were out of vanity. This isn't getting better. I know I shouldn't wear makeup, but without it I don't dare leave the house. This wasn't me; I've lost my confidence. Before, I didn't care what people thought because I felt pretty; now I feel dirty, like something that needs to be hidden.

I've been covering it with a face mask under the excuse of a cold when someone ask... but what a stubborn cold, it would never go away if it were up to me, even though the heat and friction make my face worse. Everything I've used to treat it either doesn't work or has helped push this closer to being incurable. Surely, if I lived somewhere else and had more resources, it wouldn't have gone this far.

And to think it all started because of my high sensitivity to stress and then the use of irritating actives prescribed for acne.