#bwoon

[electroplasm]

There are children here, man... :C

Gengar is so cute as a loaf x3

How about a slice?

[kasaraku]

Needs more time… star tear disease… why do I go overboard..-

Also, I've been thinking that, what if April Fool's KAITO and dog KAITO became Tsukasa's father figures? Since, you know, KAITO in his SEKAI is pretty much an older brother's ideal, and KAITO always supporting Tsukasa like a father-

Rui stares at Tsukasa who was being hugged tightly by KAITO, while also looking at Emu that has been squealing in cuteness and Nene stares at the duo in confusion. Both Rui and KAITO are dogs, and Emu, alongside Tsukasa and Nene, dresses in a casual way. Well, if you called Emu and Nene's outfit casual as they dress like nobles, then yes.

They were just talking with Rui clinging onto Tsukasa as it won't be a hassle to tidy his clothes rather than Emu and Nene, while he's also having a cold body. It was a peaceful moment, before KAITO came in and asked Tsukasa for his assistance. As the ever helpful Tsukasa is, he accepted and put Rui to his seat and followed KAITO somewhere.

Some time after, there's a loud thud and some other things before the rest of the troupe run to the source, afraid that KAITO and Tsukasa are hurt.

Turns out, it was a bunch of heavy looking boxes that fell down on the floor that made the sounds. As for Tsukasa and KAITO, they're alright, but KAITO is hugging Tsukasa tightly and he's shaking as Tsukasa tries to calm him down.

And that leads to here. After being able to separate Tsukasa from KAITO, they bring the two outside from the basement of Tsukasa's home.

(AU where Virtual Singers are real humans and stuff like different breed mixing with human breeds, making half - human half - animal or something else)

“Tsukasa - Kun! What happened back there??? The sounds were all bwoon and bam bam!” Tsukasa can only smile in confusion as Emu asked him. He decided to sit beside KAITO as he was almost immediately in his dad figure's arms.

Rui is wondering what happened that tick KAITO's instinct of protection, as he himself has been in a situation where he holds Nene the same way when Nene failed her audition. She was trembling so badly too, and her only source of comfort was Rui at that time too.

Tsukasa sighs while holding KAITO's arm, “Well, I was just helping KAITO searching for something before KAITO accidentally nudged the boxes, and it almost fell down right on top of my head before he pulled me away. “

Now that sounds like his life flashes before his eyes. Typical experience for Tsukasa.

Nene frowns. Tsukasa keeps on in a brick of instant death, that it somehow didn't trigger Rui's instinct to make a safety armor for him to not die in an unfortunate way. Wonder why…

“Tsukasa - Kun. If I ever see or hear another incident where you're going to die, I will lock you up in a room full of safety. “ Welp. Looks like Rui is holding himself from doing such things because of how Tsukasa won't agree to it, but it looks like he won't need any approval as that is his last straw.

Emu nodded, looking determined to help Rui in locking Tsukasa up. KAITO can only watch as Tsukasa begins to argue that he can take care of himself perfectly fine, than needing for them to save his sorry butt from instant death whatsoever.

KAITO sighs, before flick Tsukasa's forehead, tired of him not being aware enough of how much he has almost caused death upon himself too many times to count. The latter gasped at him, offended by such actions before Rui laughed and said how he deserved it.

Nene can only sigh and shake her head. Her circle is definitely… weird by actions. But, the way they all care for each other unconditionally and the support will always follow them through.

She smiles, before joining the argument of ‘Tsukasa's safety lock room. ‘

It's funny and she will definitely use this opportunity to tick Tsukasa off from his usual calm personality.

← ● | ○ →

The cafe feels nice at this hour. There's no customers coming since it's still a little busy, but it's fine. Plus, he's going to close the cafe a little earlier than usual. The cafe's usually full of people eating with friends, lovers, or alone. There's almost never an alone and quiet time around the cafe he owns with his other three friends, who right now, are busy and already left the cafe to his own hands.

He hums. The cafe feels so peaceful. No one but him is in the cafe. He then hums a song, a song that his friend's band group created. It's a cool song but sounds so much softer by his hums.

Suddenly memories struck him like a brick. His friend's concert is cancelled tonight, his… otherworldly friend plans on visiting them, and his demon(?) friend is going to visit his cafe today. Does that mean that…

“TSUKASA - KUNN!!!”

Oh… he hasn't make any food for greeting-

Snapping his neck to look at them, he saw his performer's friend looking at him in concern and confusion, with his alien friend waving at him excitedly. He put his book down and approached them before his alien friend tackled him in a tight hug.

“ACK- “

Safe to say, Tsukasa is choking because of the alien's hug.

The performer huffs in amusement before peeling the alien away from Tsukasa, with the latter holding his head in dizziness as she accidentally pushes him to the counter that has glasses (that reach to his height when put on the counter) for displaying foods. Good thing the glasses are strong enough, so he doesn't shatter the glass.

“Careful now, Emu - Kun. Tsukasa - Kun might get hurt from your tight hug. It's a good thing Nene is here, too. “

A new voice greets them in surprise. They all look at the wall that has a mirror - like - portal, with a purple haired boy leaning in the mirror, and a blue haired man out from the mirror, looking around with a bored expression.

Tsukasa looks at the man in curiosity, but also wary of him. He doesn't know who this man was, as he never saw this man in his life. Not even his friend told any info about another person joining him on meeting others.

The blue haired man, feeling as he was stared at, looked at Tsukasa. The latter becomes tense as the man comes closer to him and looks at him up and down, circling him. The purple haired boy can only giggle in amusement as the man looks interested in Tsukasa.

“Rui - Kun! You never told us about this person! Who's he???” The ever curious Emu asks, looking all fuwa - fuwa and bling - bling, shining her happiness for knowing a new person.

Nene is still keeping her mouth shut. Another person just came out with Rui, and she never knew about this man. Who knows if this man is evil or not, as he might as well be having a crazy - like personality, like Rui who now looks apathetic and shit. At least he's good looking now, rather the usual childhood friend she knew who knows nothing about style.

“Well, this is KAITO - San. He's actually the one who took care of me and my… other friends inside the manner. Us locked demons are in the hands of the loving and caring KAITO - San who looks apathetic, but he just doesn't know how to show emotions! You don't need to be too tense around him, he's fine. “ explained Rui calmly, leaving the mirror - like - portal before making it disappear.

“That means you don't need to be cautious about him, Tsukasa - Kun~ “ Tsukasa silently panics at his obvious wariness about KAITO. He's not all that used to people who's staring at him in such a way that makes him die inside.

If KAITO knew about his panic, he didn't say anything.

Rui stares at the duo in amusement as Nene approaches him in wary, “Why is he here? You sure Tsukasa can handle him? “

Rui looked at his childhood friend and nodded, saying nothing as he continued to stare at the duo, one tense and other interested.

Suddenly KAITO hugs him softly, getting himself a shocking quiet gasp, as well as a jaw dropped Rui. Nene looks at him and Rui and him again in confusion while Emu squeals in awe.

Rui probably never saw KAITO being THIS bold to give physical affection, nor feels it. That sucks for him.

“I'm adopting this boy. “

Oh.

“KAITO - SAN -!? YOU CAN'T JUST STEAL A HUMAN BEING TO THE MANNER!?”

“I will illegally adopt him and visit him. No need to bring him to the manner. “

“BUT KAITO - SAN, YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT??? YOU'RE BUSY!”

“I will make time to visit him. He's now my son, and he's under my protection. “

Tsukasa can only smile awkwardly as he illegally adopted as the locked demon's son with Rui arguing for his freedom that suddenly being snatched and him getting adopted. Rui's also never this much to show emotions and raise his voice too.

This day seems to be getting crazier and crazier…

You can see them platonically or romantically. Use this as copium for star tear disease and school huhehuehueheu...

[postalpunk]

that one bit in wizard's opening where the bass goes bwoon bwon bwon bweon bwon bown bwon

[kamreadsandrecs]

Essay by Alexander Chee; Photograph by Ryan McGinley; Styling by Shawn Lakin

Who was I imitating when I was 11, dressed in my grandmother’s old nightgown, telling my cousins they should call me Penelope? Who was I imitating when I began to sneak into my mother’s bathroom to experiment with her makeup? It felt powerful to see her alter the color of her lips or to darken the edges around her eyes and eyelashes. I wanted that power too—the command over someone’s attention. I used to think I was alone in such experiments until I wrote about them and learned that I was not.

Lately, I have been trying to think of when I first saw someone in drag. Was it Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye singing a duet in the musical White Christmas? Or Julie Andrews in Victor/Victoria? Barbra Streisand in Yentl? Harvey Korman on The Carol Burnett Show? Or Jim Bailey as Barbra Streisand, also on The Carol Burnett Show? I loved the variety shows of the 1970s and ’80s, and a performer in drag was not an unusual treat. And yet maybe it was my father dressed as a fortune teller, with one hoop earring and a kerchief on his head, reading palms in a tent for the Portland, Maine, chapter of the Rotary’s fundraiser.

Robert Preston and Julie Andrews in the movie Victor/Victoria, circa 1982 Hulton Archive//Getty Images

British comedian Benny Hill, 1954 Express//Getty Images

My first drag-queen story hour was probably The Benny Hill Show. For those of you too young to know, he was a British comedian whose shows ran in the U.S. late at night. I watched the show with my dad, and it was a special treat, happening only on the nights when he’d let me stay up with him to laugh at these British people and their jokes about sexism, sex, and social gaffes. If I’m remembering correctly, this was among the things that came to us in Maine in the ’70s or early ’80s with cable, most likely on some PBS channel.

Drag of this kind was uncontroversial and all around me back then. As a kid, I was watching a lot of men and women in gowns on television. We all were. It was mainstream. And we loved it. Most of us, maybe even more now than back then, still do.

I knew it was meant to be humor if someone I thought of as a man appeared dressed as a woman. That or an emergency—maybe both. Bugs Bunny, for example, when dressed in drag, was trying to outwit Elmer Fudd, the hunter, who was hoping to “kill the wabbit.” That famous Merrie Melodies short is also a tribute to Wagner, with Bugs in drag on the back of a horse, wearing pink eye shadow, a blond wig of braids, and some very sexy falsies that look out of place in a Warner Bros. cartoon. Elmer honks his way through an anglicized version of Siegfried’s aria, complete with the trills of an orchestra, calling Bugs “Bwoon Hilda” and asking him to be his love. Bugs bats his eyelashes at Elmer, and it is as beautiful a memory of entertainment in my childhood as I can remember. Like the best satire, it is great in part because it is sincere.

Carol Burnett and Harvey Korman in a scene from The Carol Burnett Show in 1973 CBS Photo Archive//Getty Images

ragedy comes, as it must in opera, when Bugs’s helmet and wig fall off after he is dipped too intensely by Elmer. Plonk, plonk, plonk goes the helmet, down the stairs of the temple of their love. Bugs pulls Elmer’s own “magic helmet” down over his eyes and escapes. The tunic with falsies flies into the wind, like the ghost of the beauty we saw moments before. Elmer rouses a Wagnerian storm to kill the rabbit as revenge, but only when he sees Bugs, flung down on a rock, under a single dripping rain-wet pink flower, does he repent and gather him into his arms, sobbing as he carries Bugs away. At which point Bugs reveals himself to be alive and says, “Well, what did you expect in an opera, a happy ending?”

Watching it again now in the 21st century, during a manufactured moral panic over drag, I think the lesson of “What’s Opera, Doc?” isn’t that we shouldn’t do drag. Instead, it’s that we shouldn’t kill and that we should love as we feel necessary. I feel like this is always the message of drag, and if that’s dangerous, well, what is it dangerous to? And isn’t the call to love what’s really dangerous—risking it all for love? I think we know it is. It took me a decade at least after first seeing that animated story to learn that “What’s Opera, Doc?” describes the panic defense men have used after killing trans women and gender-nonconforming people for a very long time.

A lobby card from “What’s Opera, Doc?” from 1957LMPC//Getty Images

As Bugs Bunny knew, gender is theater, whatever else it is. And as one of Neil Gaiman’s characters in a Miracleman comic book said this spring, offhandedly, gender is “a choice, not an obligation.” The people who need your gender choices to affirm their own—for you to obey something like a legally binding contract you never signed, given out at birth—are not any more secure once they’ve obtained this obedience from you. Theirs is a vast and unfeeling appetite for reassurance, and it must not be given room to grow.

Barbra Streisand filming Yentl in 1982Hulton Archive//Getty Images

I was raised with drag, by drag. We all were. By comedians, by entertainers, by brave friends—the ones who were afraid and still did what they had to do anyway. I am thinking of a friend in high school, a punk boy who was the first man I knew to wear makeup out to the clubs and even to school. I longed to be as beautiful as him, but mostly as brave, and when I remember the power of his beauty, it wasn’t that he didn’t care about what people thought of his choices—it was that he did. He was hoping to confront their disapproval, look by look by look. When I think back to those times before, I remember how it felt like crawling along the edge of a cliff. I know it’s where the enemies of drag want to go with all of these threats.

Do you really want child protective services called by a “concerned neighbor” if you let your children paint their nails or yours in some way considered inappropriate to gender? Do you want librarians living in terror? The freedom you feel now to sit in the sun as children wear tutus and butterfly wings, glitter on their cheeks, regardless of gender, dancing and singing—that was bought in part by a drag queen you’ve never met, in a city you’ll never visit.



[kammartinez]

Essay by Alexander Chee; Photograph by Ryan McGinley; Styling by Shawn Lakin

Who was I imitating when I was 11, dressed in my grandmother’s old nightgown, telling my cousins they should call me Penelope? Who was I imitating when I began to sneak into my mother’s bathroom to experiment with her makeup? It felt powerful to see her alter the color of her lips or to darken the edges around her eyes and eyelashes. I wanted that power too—the command over someone’s attention. I used to think I was alone in such experiments until I wrote about them and learned that I was not.

Lately, I have been trying to think of when I first saw someone in drag. Was it Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye singing a duet in the musical White Christmas? Or Julie Andrews in Victor/Victoria? Barbra Streisand in Yentl? Harvey Korman on The Carol Burnett Show? Or Jim Bailey as Barbra Streisand, also on The Carol Burnett Show? I loved the variety shows of the 1970s and ’80s, and a performer in drag was not an unusual treat. And yet maybe it was my father dressed as a fortune teller, with one hoop earring and a kerchief on his head, reading palms in a tent for the Portland, Maine, chapter of the Rotary’s fundraiser.

Robert Preston and Julie Andrews in the movie Victor/Victoria, circa 1982 Hulton Archive//Getty Images

British comedian Benny Hill, 1954 Express//Getty Images

My first drag-queen story hour was probably The Benny Hill Show. For those of you too young to know, he was a British comedian whose shows ran in the U.S. late at night. I watched the show with my dad, and it was a special treat, happening only on the nights when he’d let me stay up with him to laugh at these British people and their jokes about sexism, sex, and social gaffes. If I’m remembering correctly, this was among the things that came to us in Maine in the ’70s or early ’80s with cable, most likely on some PBS channel.

Drag of this kind was uncontroversial and all around me back then. As a kid, I was watching a lot of men and women in gowns on television. We all were. It was mainstream. And we loved it. Most of us, maybe even more now than back then, still do.

I knew it was meant to be humor if someone I thought of as a man appeared dressed as a woman. That or an emergency—maybe both. Bugs Bunny, for example, when dressed in drag, was trying to outwit Elmer Fudd, the hunter, who was hoping to “kill the wabbit.” That famous Merrie Melodies short is also a tribute to Wagner, with Bugs in drag on the back of a horse, wearing pink eye shadow, a blond wig of braids, and some very sexy falsies that look out of place in a Warner Bros. cartoon. Elmer honks his way through an anglicized version of Siegfried’s aria, complete with the trills of an orchestra, calling Bugs “Bwoon Hilda” and asking him to be his love. Bugs bats his eyelashes at Elmer, and it is as beautiful a memory of entertainment in my childhood as I can remember. Like the best satire, it is great in part because it is sincere.

Carol Burnett and Harvey Korman in a scene from The Carol Burnett Show in 1973 CBS Photo Archive//Getty Images

ragedy comes, as it must in opera, when Bugs’s helmet and wig fall off after he is dipped too intensely by Elmer. Plonk, plonk, plonk goes the helmet, down the stairs of the temple of their love. Bugs pulls Elmer’s own “magic helmet” down over his eyes and escapes. The tunic with falsies flies into the wind, like the ghost of the beauty we saw moments before. Elmer rouses a Wagnerian storm to kill the rabbit as revenge, but only when he sees Bugs, flung down on a rock, under a single dripping rain-wet pink flower, does he repent and gather him into his arms, sobbing as he carries Bugs away. At which point Bugs reveals himself to be alive and says, “Well, what did you expect in an opera, a happy ending?”

Watching it again now in the 21st century, during a manufactured moral panic over drag, I think the lesson of “What’s Opera, Doc?” isn’t that we shouldn’t do drag. Instead, it’s that we shouldn’t kill and that we should love as we feel necessary. I feel like this is always the message of drag, and if that’s dangerous, well, what is it dangerous to? And isn’t the call to love what’s really dangerous—risking it all for love? I think we know it is. It took me a decade at least after first seeing that animated story to learn that “What’s Opera, Doc?” describes the panic defense men have used after killing trans women and gender-nonconforming people for a very long time.

A lobby card from “What’s Opera, Doc?” from 1957LMPC//Getty Images

As Bugs Bunny knew, gender is theater, whatever else it is. And as one of Neil Gaiman’s characters in a Miracleman comic book said this spring, offhandedly, gender is “a choice, not an obligation.” The people who need your gender choices to affirm their own—for you to obey something like a legally binding contract you never signed, given out at birth—are not any more secure once they’ve obtained this obedience from you. Theirs is a vast and unfeeling appetite for reassurance, and it must not be given room to grow.

Barbra Streisand filming Yentl in 1982Hulton Archive//Getty Images

I was raised with drag, by drag. We all were. By comedians, by entertainers, by brave friends—the ones who were afraid and still did what they had to do anyway. I am thinking of a friend in high school, a punk boy who was the first man I knew to wear makeup out to the clubs and even to school. I longed to be as beautiful as him, but mostly as brave, and when I remember the power of his beauty, it wasn’t that he didn’t care about what people thought of his choices—it was that he did. He was hoping to confront their disapproval, look by look by look. When I think back to those times before, I remember how it felt like crawling along the edge of a cliff. I know it’s where the enemies of drag want to go with all of these threats.

Do you really want child protective services called by a “concerned neighbor” if you let your children paint their nails or yours in some way considered inappropriate to gender? Do you want librarians living in terror? The freedom you feel now to sit in the sun as children wear tutus and butterfly wings, glitter on their cheeks, regardless of gender, dancing and singing—that was bought in part by a drag queen you’ve never met, in a city you’ll never visit.

[electroplasm]

...Do dry leaves count as a gift.......?

[gohnnyjuitar]

📂!!

Boone doesn’t sunburn much at all, and when he does it’s usually only his nose, cheeks and the back of his neck. he does have a pretty serious farmer’s tan, though, not to mention the perma-shades. if he were to let someone get close enough, he has the lightest freckles across the bridge of his nose. his shades are definitely hiding some serious dark circles, too.

[dcptcnx]

Speech Therapy

character(s): Pediatric Doctor!Kento Nanami, Child!Toge Inumaki, Reader.

genre: fluff!

wc: 814

a/n: nanami would be such a good pediatric nurse. And baby toge doing speech therapy and surprising his favorite doctor?! Yes PLEASE!!! 🥹💚

"Toge! It's time to go see Dr. Nanamin!" You called out, giggling when you heard soft shuffling from the other room as little Toge emerged Into the kitchen. 

"Kay!" He sputtered out, in which you praised him for. 

Toge has a speech issue and lately he has been going to speech therapy to work on it. You were a hired nanny for his family and you loved being around this ball of energy. Whenever you'd ask him questions, you always looked for certain words to come from him, as a way to practice what he's been doing at therapy. 

You placed Toge on the counter and strapped his shoes on, before placing him down and made your way to the door. 

"Are you enjoying therapy so far?" You asked, hand gently holding Toge's as you two walked down the sidewalk towards the doctor's office. The family lived fairly close to the office so you always liked walking with Toge when the weather was nice. 

Toge was very excited today. Had been speaking more often than usual, practicing his speech. He gleefully hopped, hand still clasped against yours, before he let out a hearty, 'uh huh!'

A soft smile spreads across your face as you two continue walking. After a few minutes, you finally arrived at the office, walking in.

"Hello! Here to see Dr. Nanami!" You mentioned as you picked up Toge and held him in your arms. He must have gotten shy because he suddenly hid his face into your neck, earning a gentle chuckle from you and the receptionist. 

"Oh sweet Toge! You've grown! I'm sure Nanami is going to be so surprised!" The sweet receptionist seemed to earn Toge's interest as he looked at her, and smiled at the mention of his doctor's name. 

Minutes pass, You and Toge sit in the waiting room practicing his speech therapy lessons he's been learning. You were quite surprised at how well he was starting to grasp words, but some were still a little struggle for him. A door opened and revealed Nanami holding his clipboard, before he called for Toge. 

"Oh Toge! It's time to see me!" He called out, which earned a cute squeal from the boy as he ran towards his doctor full of giggles. 

"I'm sorry about that Dr. He's been happy today. Therapy has been going smoothly for him!" You apologized for Toge's burst of energy, to which Nanami dismissed quickly, happy to see his patient so excited. 

"Do not worry. That's what I like to see, and hear. Let's hope that he's growing too!" He softly chuckled before entering the room Toge was already seated in. 

"Alright tiger, I heard you've been doing well at Therapy. Mind showing me what you've been learning??" Nanami asked Toge as he put his stethoscope into his ears and began to hear his heartbeat. 

"W-W-We wearned about bwoon aminals!" Toge kicked his little feet back and forth as he sat patiently on the chair as Nanami continued to listen to his heartbeat. 

"You can say it, Toge. I know you can say them. If you say it, I'll give you a lollipop!" Nanami begins to bribe the boy as he removes his stethoscope and makes a funny face to earn a giggle. 

"b-Balloon….A-Ami…Anim-mals." Toge sounded out the words and took his time to make sure he was saying his words well. When Nanami smiled at the boy, you felt your eyes prick with tears, hearing him say words that he probably would've never said before. 

"Good Job kiddo! That's one Lollipop for you!" Nanami rolled to the counter to grab a lollipop from the jar and handed it to Toge. "Now, if you sit here and be strong, I'll give you another!"

Toge excitedly nodded his head and sat patiently as Nanami got up to get his shots prepared. You spent this quick moment to praise the child you've enjoyed watching. 

"Toge!!! You did so good!! Just a few more minutes and then we can go celebrate!" You placed a soft kiss against his head before Nanami returned with his readied dose. 

As quick as he came back, the shot was done and over with. You were pleased that Toge didn't wail like a lot of kids do, and for that you had to stay true to your word on celebrating. It warmed your heart to see Toge enjoy his doctor visits. You could tell that Nanami was proud that he had been exceeding in his therapy. 

"Okay Toge. Are you going to keep practicing you speech therapy? You've proved to me that you can do it. Will ya do it for me?" Nanami crouched to his level, waiting for the boy to answer. Toge wrapped his arms around Nanami to give him a hug, and then In the clearest you've ever heard him speak, he says. 

"I can do it!" 

[manjuhitorie]

16 Hitorie’s Hitori-Escape Tour, 11/14/2019 at LIQUIDROOM in Tokyo prefecture

SND “If you don’t pay attention, it’ll be over in a instant, y’hear me..."

SND "It's been a long time since we've last been here in Liquidroom..." Crowd "Woo!! Huh? huh?" SND "It's been a while~" Crowd “Wait!" SND "Do y'all gotta problem, do ya??” *They were there in Liquidroom just a few days ago for the bonus concerts. But SND seems to want to pretend those don’t exist ~~~

SND “Wheee~ Uei~" Crowd “Wheee~ Uei~”

~~~ SND pre-(W)HERE “Ahh we’ve already reached the 16th tour date. Today WAS the tour finale, but you guys had to go and order bucket loads of tickets so, we’re out here. 2 left now.

We’re Hitorie, a band who only do good songs but.. This is a good song among the good songs. A god song worthy of god. And I want everybody here to hear it. Whether you’re laughing, crying, however you feel is just fine. I leave it to you. So please listen to this."

~~~~ SND pre-Unknown Mother Goose

"You can do it if you try, huh Tokyo! For all your efforts, from wowaka… here's a package of love..!"

~~~~

SND pre-Talkie Dance

"What the fuck, you’re not dancing a damned bit are ya Liquidroom?! For y’all misbehaving, dance to Talk Dance please!!" Yu “1 2 3 4" ~~~

“Are you having fun?! Or are you feeling angry? Anything’s fine, alright…. Let’s just go wild..!”

~~~~

SND pre-Karanowaremono

We’ve been together for 7 years. I joined the band, we changed the name from Hitori-Atelier to Hitorie, and now we’re here 7 years later. The Beatles disbanded after 7 years. The band BOØWY, and Number Girl too disbanded after 7 years. 7 years ago, I was in Nagoya, wowaka was in Tokyo, and ygarshy called me directly to say 'I'm in this sorta band right now and we're looking for a guitarist, so you come and do it.' I replied ‘Okay, understood.’ and just like that I went up to Tokyo and into the studio. At the time I didn’t know Leader’s face, I only knew him from the Skype group chat, where he told me the type of songs he wanted to play and dumped the demo mp3 files in the chat, and when I listened to it electricity ran through my veins  sparks were flying, I thought about how it was so destined to cause a revolution, and that I was to be a member of that revolution… I was so so so excited. That excitement was already 7 years ago, and I’m, still excited to the bones right now. And my excitement, that electricity which ran through my veins that day, I’m going to share with everybody here right now."

~~~

Mid Polaris chorus belted out “Cause y’all are damn strong!!!!”

~~~

Crowd “One more time! One more time!” Encore MC time!

SND “Thank you everybody for the encore call~~!” Yumao *jumps out* "Yumao da yo~! Hey, it’s Yumao~!!" Crowd “So cute!” “It’s Yumao!“ So cute! SND “How much are you going to---” Crowd “YUMAO! SO CUTE!” SND “You’re wearing a nice sweatshirt aren’t cha." Yu “….Here wearing the nice sweatshirt, it’s Yumao!!✨ ” “WAHOOO!"

"..Turn around, turn around you shit c'mon, pull it up." …. *Yumao following instructions loyally* “Everybody, did you witness that? When the hood is taken off, the letters disappear from sight~” *SND acting like a magic show host*

“Our 16th show of the tour!” SND “The last time we played here Liquidroom was the show with Passpied, and then the one-man 5 years ago...” Yu “Yeah yeah.” Crowd “Awww...” SND “Shut up with the aww..! Listen to what I have to say or else! At least just for now." Yu “We’ve traveled all over.” SND “We have.” Yu “Yeah yeah” SND “Then today was supposed to be the end of it.” Yu “Yeah yeah.” SND “I don’t know how to feel about this!!" Yu “Yeah yeah" SND “After this we’ve gotta go down south again" Yu “Yeah ….Yeah” SND “It’s not as like Osaka’s done anything wrongs but. We’re not an Osaka band y’know. That’s where the problem lies.” Yu “Yeah yeah.”

Yu “Since today was supposed to be the finale, let’s look back on our tour” SND "Kyoto’s Takutaku venue!" Yu “Ah, so we’re doin’ this one show at a time? Okay!" SND “Taku t’was fuckin’ hot. Hell itself.” Yu “From then forward we learned, to prop fans on the stage.” “The reason my T-shirt is fluttering right now is because of Takutaku.” The reason we have cool heads, is because of Takutaku." SND "My first show with the role of singing the whole from start to finish....and it was in THAT. It was like playing inside of a sauna.” Yu “I also hadn’t played real shows much prior.. Though ygarshy is off doing, whatever he's doing but! SND and I were brooding ‘Were they always this painful, this sweat-inducing?!?” So later I asked yg and even he said *Yu imitating yg's monotone voice* ’…….It was painful.’"

Yu “Then we went to Okayama," SND “It was so coool!” Yu “That was what concerts are supposed to feel like! We were relieved.”

SND "Then we went to Morioka, to Sendai, to Kobe, to Hiroshima, to Sapporo…" Yumao “Woooo~sh, wooo~sh!” *Imitating their map path with his finger* "to Shizuoka…"

Yumao “In.. Sendai! Something funny happened…! May I interrupt with a bit of a newsflash?" Crowd “Wooo!" Yu "This guy (SND) was awesome during Talkie Dance today wasn't he? He pumped us up, he was like “Dance now!!!!” “Dance y'all!!!" *battle cries* Right, he was awesome! Throughout the tour we've been finding cool stuff to do and implementing it more and more. But during Sendai he did something unusual in this regard, I don't consciously hear what he says live because I’m always concentrating on my drums, but this irked me. So on the car ride home I listened to that day's concert recording and.. SND had only sorta questioned the crowd “Have you possibly.. not danced enough…? Maybe..?” wwww. The beat was hype but he was just acting dumbwitted like "I wonder..?" www..  I burst out laughing hysterically in the car!! Like HAAAHAAHA!” SND “'The fuck, he’s laughing all of a sudden and I’m the reason?!?' I said back then.."

SND "When we were in Nagoya, the stage was underground but, it vibrated like crazy...." Yu "We'll be back to shake that place up again!!!"

Then Niigata, Kagoshima...

Yu "We were in Kagoshima when the typhoon hit Japan, so we were laying low inside, plus an earthquake hit at the same time, which caused Kagoshima's volcano to go KABOOM on top of everything else. Earth was going crazy!!!! I asked the local people about it because it was crazy and they just said 'This is normal. Today's a little more than usual huh~ But don't worry~’.

Then Fukuoka, Ebisu, Takamatsu, Osaka,

Yumao "Then between Kagoshima and Fukuoka, we stayed at a vacation cottage out in Aso, and I got so drunk that I was farting around. I hung from the beams of the cottage and gave ygarsh a spook when he walked out of the bathroom.. He was roaring with laughter from that whole stunt! He didn’t stop laughing either, he laughed as he chased down SND with fireworks too, onward to when SND and I were watching TV together. yga was finicking around on his bass behind us, it was only natural to assume he wasn’t watching - yet he came out of nowhere to say "That was funny” ...When was he watching?" SND "He's an unreadable man."

Yumao "Then Shinoda became a rock musician also." SND "What? Me?" Yumao "Yeah yeah" SND "Wait, I was something else all this time? I was just talking about how we’ve been doing this for 7 years.. Was I mistaken?!" Yumao “Well, you’ve been polishing yourself up even more all these years… Shinoda is someone who never shows up to an appointment late, but he did just recently. And when he finally showed up, he was reeeeking of alcohol. At 12 in the afternoon nonetheless! So I asked him when he was drinking until, and he said “10 o’ clock AM. What a rock musician, right!!!" SND "Not a hangover or nothing, I was an old man hanging out drunk,  present tense.” Yu “Then in the back of the car, the other old man who doesn’t normally talk was there whispering 'This smell…. It’s whisky… It’s kaku.. Highball… And he was drinking beer too… This is Kinmugi…. Which means….. Torikizoku.' SND “Deducing even down to the fucking place I drank at!" Yu "His eyes weren’t laughing but his mouth was. He was having fun wasn’t he. But.. the bar doesn’t even stay open until 10 AM!!! The facts don’t match!" SND “This guys fun moments in life are something unique alright." Yu “Then an hour later we heard a ‘hehe..’ from him, thinking about it again and giggling!" "Ahhh~~"

SND “Well that’s everything... There’s a lot of stuff I want to say… but… *sniffling* To put a long story short.. Don’t underestimate us!"

SND “This was the supposed finale for our Liquid tour-…. Liquid tour!???" *laughing* "Our Hitori-Escape tour... So ygarshy please give us some closure, to seal the deal! Ready..……!" yga *>>BWOON<<*

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QUEUE THE PUMP UP TAUNTS *Odoru Mannequin~~~* SND “Oh yeah, I have one question for y’all gathered here in Liquidroom! !!! Is there anybody here among the crowd who feels they haven’t danced enough! Crowd “WOOO!" "Is there!!!! Anybody who here who hasn’t danced enough!?!?!?" Crowd “WOOOOOO!" SND “...On bass ygarshy!" *solo~~~* SND “‘Everybody… one two.. One two three four!'"

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Final words

SND “‘On bass ygarshy! On drums Yumao. Guitar, vocals: Shinoda. Music and vocals by wowaka…. Let’s meet again."

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SND tweet "Tokyo concert complete, thank you so much. Tokyo daisuki. Until next time." yga tweet "The amazing one is he who brought Yumao and Shinoda and I together, wowaka."

Comments from Hitorie’s comrades

Shibata of Wasurerannee yo.

“Hitorie, Liquidroom

Before they played Polaris I was under the impression “Ahh after a tour Hitorie have really moved on”, but the moment Polaris hit, I realized “No way in hell they have, it’s not something that simple”. I got goosebumps, and tears came down.

Tonight was a showpiece of caliber to be celebrated in the times to come.”

Kobayashi Doom, manga author and idol SND’s “Sup, Hitorie were great eh."

Hiroki, bassist of Lego Big Morl “That was wonderful. Hitorie."

Satifour of ONIGAWARA

”Hitorie were the best! Shinoda’s guitar playing proves itself amazing still! I was shook!! Plus my outfit matched with Kinta (frontman of Lego) so I had Hiroki take a picture of us, heart”’

((Hiroki pitching in: The light slashing stuff is my well-crafted handiwork.)) Satifour's artist career finds its roots Nagoya, right alongside Shinoda, Shiohigari, and cinemastaff’s Mishima. They've reunited for the Shiho anime recently as well (link) - Where ONIGAWARA wrote the ending song, and a bonus version with Shinoda playing guitar released too! The crew is back together! (song link)

Takuto Akizuki, guitarist of Kankaku Pierrot

“Hitorie were too good. They’ve got so much going on yet, They've braced through everything that’s been thrown at them, Honed themselves. And continued on for us, Thank you so much.”

Mika Arata, Hitorie’s manager

“An amazing show. Only two remaining In the tour‼️”

A bouquet sent from Passpied was displayed in the lobby, beside one from the television channel Space Shower, and...

 Katoh of Luck’A Inc, who works to lovingly craft their merchandise "Hitorie, thanks "

Hitorie’s cameraman’s son was spotted the VIP seats, and Yumao’s artist mother again too!

[mother-duster]

*pulls a bass’ string* aw shiet this thing goes like bwoon

[menacingearthwork]

criag bwoone...i love yuo so much

[snufkinshat]

when lightsabers do that lighsaber sound like Bwoon Bwoink, reblog if you agree.

[komaedalovemail]

h-hewwo? do youo need mowe bwoons?

you cant try to kill me when i'm at clownyland

[electroplasm]

[mascotamanias]

Reposted from @adopcionesdeanimalesenperrera - #perrera#perros#ppp#sensibilidad #asa#solidaridad #animalista 📢📢🆘️DAPHNE LLEVA TODA SU VIDA EN UNA PERRERA MUNICIPAL , ES MUY BUENA Y SOCIABLE, NECESITA YA UN HOGAR🏡 DAPHNE - MESTIZA HEMBRA NECESITA ADOPCIÓN Edad aproximada - 3 años Tamaño - Mediano Carácter - Daphne es una perra muy dulce, buena y cariñosa, sociable y muy tierna. Historia - Daphne tiene tres años, pero lleva la mitad en la perrera. Sabemos que su adopción es difícil porque hay que pasar por más trámites que para adoptar a un perro no catalogado como PPP, 📝 pero solo son eso, unos trámites de más para ayudar a una perra que, si la conocierais, os enamoraría sin duda ❤️ La pobre siempre se queda en su chenil esperando ser la elegida para salir a pasear y pasar un ratito con los voluntarios. No salta ni ladra para llamar la atención, solo te mira y espera. Pero cuando la sacas demuestra todas las ganas que tenía de que la eligieras a base de bien. Una vez ha olisqueado todos los alrededores y ha hecho sus cositas, es la perra más amorosa y dulce que os podéis imaginar. Tiene una gran cabezota llena de ternura que le encanta que le acaricies, y como te acerques más de la cuenta y le digas cosas bonitas te planta un lametón en los morros. 👅 Eso sí, delicadamente, no es una perra besucona. Si buscas darle una oportunidad a un animal que lo necesite, y no te importa esforzarte un poco más en superar la burocracia que las leyes requieren, Daphne te lo agradecerá infinitamente 💙 Se encuentra en Madrid. Puede viajar. Necesaria licencia PPP. ppm@asasensibilidad.es @MascotaManias #mascotamanias - #regrann https://www.instagram.com/p/BwooN-tFd2V/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1key3cukxwe51

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rubbish heap (temp) from AUJIK on Vimeo.

Octane render. Oculus medium. AFX - bwoon dub.