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happy 4.13 ! here’s a john

gominshi: Chihiro. Chihiro, we’re almost there.千と千尋の神隠し (2001)gominshi: Chihiro. Chihiro, we’re almost there.千と千尋の神隠し (2001)gominshi: Chihiro. Chihiro, we’re almost there.千と千尋の神隠し (2001)gominshi: Chihiro. Chihiro, we’re almost there.千と千尋の神隠し (2001)gominshi: Chihiro. Chihiro, we’re almost there.千と千尋の神隠し (2001)gominshi: Chihiro. Chihiro, we’re almost there.千と千尋の神隠し (2001)

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Chihiro. Chihiro, we’re almost there.
千と千尋の神隠し (2001)


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shawtyartblog:

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v-raemakes:

Hey Monkie Kid fans! I put in 8-9 hours of work into this amv for you all to enjoy! I wanted to make something exciting that uses at least one clip from every episode, all meticulously synced to a metal cover of The House of the Rising Sun. 

I thought the title of the song was appropriate for MK. Please watch! A HUGE amount of work went into the timing and I’d love to see what fellow fans think of it.

cecilysass:

The Boy on the Beach (12/16)

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Chapter 12: The Dam Breaks Open Many Years Too Soon

The soundtrack for this chapter is Brain Damage, by Pink Floyd, from their 1973 album The Dark Side of the Moon. This album would spend one week at #1 on the Billboard charts in April 1973, but it’s famous for holding the record as being the album with the longest run on the Billboard 200 chart, 937 weeks, from 1973-1988.

November 27, 1973
Chilmark
,Massachusetts

Only an hour had passed, according to the boy’s wristwatch. It felt longer.

There had been no more footsteps from below. She heard only birdsong. The irregular rise and fall of the wind, rattling the dried leaves still in branches. Samantha’s inhale and exhale. The boy’s interminable squirming.

Now that her adrenaline had diminished, Scully could feel the deep aches starting in her muscles, the effects of the crash. Her neck had seized up. Her rear end hurt from sitting on the curve of the branch, too.

The boy sat with a leg dangling on either side of the branch, his eyes dark as he restlessly peeled pieces of bark off the tree. Every once and a while he looked up at Scully, or over at his sister. She could tell he wanted, badly, to talk.

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