#don bondo

[female-rappers]

Paul Prince x Don Bondo - Bad Bitch 

[anpansidequest]

tezuka X anpanman same voice actor cases

here's a post of tezuka and anpanman charters who share a VA (that am awere)

north no1 (pluto) chesee kamameshidon and uncle jam (since 2018): koichi yamadera

denkou and melonpanna: mika kanai

blue kingth (2003) Brau-1589 and zamazu bondo (curently): hideki tanaka

blackjack magma (1994) nagainegiman/uncle negi and nigauriman: aiko otsuka

Honsuke sharaku (the three eyed one anime) and shiratama: Kazue Ikura

inspector tawashi (2003) and kazekonkon (curently): banjo ginga

tokugawa don dracula mushibakinman (til 2013) and kurayamiman (til 2013): kenji utsumi

if i found more exemples i wil put them bai baikin

[comicgeekscomicgeek]

Their Hero Academia -- Chapter 79: Drop the Bomb

Presenting the next installment of my on-going, nextgen, MHA fic! Earlier chapters can be found here

A snout pressed to the ground along the side of the road, where the highway gave way to more densely wooded country. Yes, that was the scent they were after, no mistaking it. Less than another day’s travel ahead. Lips curled back past sharp teeth, releasing a low growl of satisfaction. They had missed the departure of the students, all nestled into their transport and none the wiser that something was just behind them. It wasn’t a short journey from the school to their destination, but traveling cross country, a nearly straight line whenever they didn’t have to stop to find the scent again, made up considerable time. They did not tire. This terrain was what they were bred to cross. They moved back into the cover of the trees as they followed the smaller road, claws digging into the dirt as they pushed forward.

They’d be at the camp soon.

***

“Ooooh, that had to hurt,” Isamu winced.  

“I’ve told him he relies on his Quirk too much,” Midoriya replied, gazing at the scene before them through his fingers.  “Tell me he’s still breathing?”

“He’s groaning, Toshi,” Tokoyami said.  “He’ll be fine.”  She chirped a few times.  “I think.”

“She really hit him hard!” Frog-Shadow said, adding her own opinion from Tokoyami’s shoulder.

“Poor Shota,” Izumi said. “Still, he lasted longer than I expected him to.”

“Well… that was definitely something,” Boost-Rush said.  “Where’d you learn a move like that, Kaniyashiki?”

Kaniyashiki was busy helping Shinso back to his feet, but she looked over in the Rookie’s direction. “My Aunt Monika’s a police officer, sir,” she said, tossing off a salute with her free hand, before turning it into a crab-claw V.  “She taught me a lot of self-defense stuff.”

“Well, tell her she did a good job,” Boost-Rush said.  He looked to the larger group of U.A. and Shiketsu students.  “And I think that’s our best example so far of why being able to fight without your Quirk is important.  Shinso here has one of the most powerful Quirks in either class, and Kaniyashiki laid him out in two moves.”

The morning’s instruction had largely been focused on Quirkless exercises, directed by Boost-Rush. The powerfully-built Rookie was an extremely good hand-to-hand combatant, though he’d admitted that Doc Clock was even better than he was, something which had gotten Aizawa beaming with pride for all of about three seconds before his natural resting grump face had taken back over.  Boost-Rush had put them through a number of exercises, before he’d set them up sparring. Eventually, they’d break off into pairs, but for now, they were also getting a bit of a show out of it, as he called different combinations to spar against each other and demonstrate what they’d learned so far.  

A few students, mostly those with heavy mutation-type Quirks like Shoji and Bondo, had largely been exempted, and would get some other specialized instruction, since their Quirks were more innate Mutant types.  Ground Zero, Aizawa, and a couple of the other Rookies were with them.  Some of the others had also been peeled off for other types of training with some of the other Rookies.

He had to admit, though, it had been especially exciting when Boost-Rush had opened it with Kana against Kimiko Ojiro.  As the two best martial arts in any of the classes, it had made sense.  It hadn’t been one hundred percent Quirkless, since Ojiro couldn’t turn off her invisibility, but she’d wrapped her arms and legs, donned gloves, and wore the visor from her costume so that Kana would have a decent idea of where her limbs and face were.

It had been, in a word, spectacular.  And not in a “two attractive girls fighting” sort of way (Though he’d be lying if he completely denied that part.  His girlfriend was very hot.  And also very scary when she went full out like that.  He was starting to realize the comparisons to Kirishima-Bakugo weren’t entirely inaccurate.), but also in a “two incredibly skilled people giving it their all” sort of way.  Kana’s style was more aggressive than Ojiro’s, focusing on powerful strikes and kicks, while Ojiro focused on speed and repeated strikes to confuse and disorient. Both of them were absolutely on the top of their game and on a completely different level than just about anyone else.  Shiro Monoma had watched the whole thing with rapt attention.

“That,” Shinso said, “was so cool!  She just grabbed my wrist, and the next thing you know, bam!  I’m on the ground!”   He stared at the 1-B girl with wide eyes.  “You’ve got to teach me how to do that!”

That got a groan from Isamu, Midoriya, and Tokoyami.  That would be Shinso all over.  The kid was trying really hard lately, had been ever since the end of their Internships, but at that end of the day, he was still a ray of sunshine fanboy.  Somethings just never changed.  

Kaniyashiki threw back her head and let out a laugh.  “Sure thing, shorty.”

“Hey!” Shinso said, crossing his arms as a grumpy look spread across his face.  “I’m not that short!”  Of course, he was the shortest one in the class, but he was also several months younger than most of them too…

“Anyway,” Boost-Rush went on, “next up, we’ve got… Haimawari against Awase!”

“Oh boy…”

***

Since he was dating their Class Representative, Isamu had gotten to know several of the members of Class 1-B reasonable well, and several more of them in passing.  Bondo, Kaniyashiki, and Fukidashi were some of Kana’s best friends. The first two were a terrible twosome, usually cracking jokes and up to some small measure of no good, and both of them really loved antagonizing Monoma.  And he had yet to determine whether or not Fukidashi was legitimately crazy or just extremely differently wired. He’d been surprised, though, to learn her mother was the support equipment designer, Bibimi Kenranzaki. Though honestly, that may have explained some of her more extreme tendencies.

He’d had several pleasant and lengthy conversations with the bat-like Koumori about music.  Koumori’s musical choices tended themselves more to rock than pop, but they’d found some common ground in that both of them had an appreciate for the horse-headed American rock duo, Wild Stallions.  And the giant Fukui seemed to be able to get along well with anyone.  He’d even managed to make sure there were no hard feelings with the force field generating Kido, even after he’d bested him at the Sports Festival.

Hell, he’d even managed to have a couple civil conversations with Monoma.  Even if the blond also did a lot of “I’m watching you” gestures at him when he thought no one else was looking.

Awase, on the other hand, he didn’t really know.  The Vice Class Representative was studious and not particularly talkative.  He’d probably said hello to him in passing, but beyond that, he didn’t know him.  Awase was dark-haired and athletically built and, if Isamu remembered right, his Quirk had something to do with being able to fuse his molecules with other substances, taking on their properties.  Not that that would matter much in a Quirkless spar.

He stepped into the circle that had been set up for sparring, watching Awase as he did the same.

“You can do it!” he heard Shinso call out, bringing a smile to his face.

“Show them what 1-B’s made of, Awase!” And that would be Monoma, as expected.

“You’ve got this, Isamu!” He heard Kana call out.  Followed by, “What?  He’s my boyfriend.  I’ve got to support him.”  Which was probably her defending herself against Monoma.

Awase dropped into a fighting stance, hands up, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet.   Isamu on the other hand, dropped lower, legs spread wide, arms flared out to his sides.  Even without his Quirk, his style was never going to be about all out brawling. Keep it fast and loose.  He didn’t have the raw strength to do otherwise.

“Are you both ready?” Boost-Rush asked.

“Yes, Sensei,” Awase said simply.

“I’m ready,” he agreed.

“Then begin!”

Awase didn’t make any sounds as he charged forward, but he was telegraphing his right hook pretty badly. Isamu dropped all the way to the ground, like he would when using his Quirk and pivoted, swinging his leg out. It connected solidly with Awase’s leg, tripping him up and knocking him down.

But Awase was just as quick to spring back up, and Isamu got back to his feet, back-peddling away from a flurry of punches.  “Oooffff!” All the air got knocked out of him as one of Awase’s punches connected with his stomach.  Guy definitely had a lot of power behind him, even without his Quirk.

Isamu wasn’t completely helpless though, and he managed to get his hands up and ward off the next punch, just like Midoriya had taught him before the Sports Festival.  He managed to fire off a few rapid fire punches of his own, putting Awase back on the defensive.  Isamu had a few inches on the other boy and his arms and legs were longer too.  It gave him a reach advantage that he pressed, throwing a couple more strikes to unbalance him.

Unfortunately, Awase was quicker on the recovery than he expected, delivering a punch that set his head spinning back around.  He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his blurring vision as Awase came in for another round of strikes.  

This time, Isamu was able to dodge, bobbing this way and that, leaning and ducking out of reach of Awase’s blows.  When he was fighting with his Quirk, he relied on movement, keeping out of the way, and staying just long enough to get a couple of hits in.  There was no reason not to apply the same principle to Quirkless fighting.

“Stand still, dang it!” Awase shouted, after he’d missed with yet another blow.

“Ah,” Isamu said, “how about no?”  He dodged again, ducking under another blow.  His picked up his speed a little, so that he continued to circle Awase, letting him wear himself out trying to keep up and throwing blows.  The other boy should have been aiming for where he was going to be, but instead kept trying to catch him, which resulted in most of his blows being too slow to hit anything or only scoring a glancing hit.

So he kept it up, dodging several more blows that way.  Awase was definitely slowing down, starting to tire.  So when he launched his next blow, Isamu moved as though to duck and dodge to the left, but instead came up with an uppercut, knocking Awase down once more (And ow, ow, ow, boy did that leave his hand smarting!).

“He did it!  He did it!”  Isamu heard Shinso shout, before hearing Tokoyami try to quiet him.

Awase let out a groan, before slowly getting back up to his feet.  “Dang,” he grunted.  “You’re fast as heck even without your Quirk.”  Isamu could already see a bruise forming where he’d punched him.  For a moment, things seemed like they were going to get tense, but Awase nodded decisively.  “Good job.  Easy to see why you won the Sports Festival.”

He offered a hand, and Isamu took and shook it, trying very hard to take the praise.  He still had a lot of trouble believing his own win, even months out.  But he was getting that self-confidence up.  “Thanks,” he said.

The sound of applause broke the moment.  “Good job, both of you,” Boost-Rush said.  “Go see Bioshock if you feel like you need it.”

The Hero looked down at his clipboard.  “Okay, next… Let’s have Kirishima-Bakugo and Tatsuma.”

***

Katsumi may not have had Papa’s shark-teeth, but she’d been told that her grin was very frightening indeed. Right now, her grin seemed to be so scary that several of her classmates and 1-B students were actively backing away from her.  Sero had, in fact, let out a rather high-pitched shriek and leaped into Tensei Iida’s arms.   At least Izzy had stayed by her side.

“You’re being deliberately frightening again,” Izzy said.  There was a disapproving tone in her voice and Katsumi did feel a little bad about that.  Disappointing Izzy was not something she liked doing.  Maybe she could live with it for this the chance to teach the Shiketsu girl a lesson.

The giant girl was giving her a look that seemed to match her own.  She stepped into the ring and for the smallest of moments, Katsumi wondered if she wasn’t biting off more than she could chew.  Tatsuma’s overall build was comparable to her own.  Both of them were muscular, especially for women, though Katsumi’s build was the result of rigorous training and hard work.  She couldn’t tell it that was the case for Tatsuma or if it was related to her Quirk, not that she knew what that was. But Tatsuma had considerable height, reach, and weight on her.  Katsumi was the second shortest person in the class, only barely taller than the Loud Kid. But it wouldn’t be Womanly to step away from a fight, no matter how big the other person was.

She didn’t know what Tatsuma’s deal was, why she thought she was so much better than U.A. students. Izzy had said something about Tatsuma having a good reason, but she also didn’t especially care.  You disrespect her, you disrespect her friends, her school, she’d kick your ass, plain and simple.

“I look forward to educating you,” Tatsuma said.  She cracked her knuckles.  It was noisy. Definitely a show of intimidation. Katsumi approved of the strategy. If she was anyone else, it might have worked.  But she was too damn tough to be scared by some wannabe from some pretentious school like Shiketsu.  

“You can try,” Katsumi shot back. She rolled her neck casually, tensing the muscles in her arms. No backing down.  Never let them think they can intimidate you.  And give back as good as you got.  She shot back with a glare of her own.  It’d be a lot more satisfying to unleash some explosive hell on her, but punching would do pretty nicely.

“Oh hell no, this isn’t happening.”

Katsumi spun around, realizing it was Vanish Veil who had spoken.  What the hell?  This was like the time Toshi had tried to tell her that picking her battles didn’t mean she could pick all of them.  Why were people so opposed to her using violence on the deserving?

“You two’ll kill each other and nobody’ll learn anything,” Vanish Veil said, crossing her arms.  She sounded more annoyed than anything, but there was a little of what sounded like concern in her voice too.

“Don’t think I can take her, Old Lady?” Katsumi snapped.

“I told your dad I wouldn’t let you cause a scene, Brat,” Vanish Veil snapped back.  Katsumi’s usually ability to wind Mahoro up was failing her here, it seemed.  Damn it.

“You have a problem with my teaching choices?” Boost-Rush asked, approaching Vanish Veil. Katsumi could nearly hear the sneer in his voice. If she didn’t already know he was a Monoma, that would have confirmed it.

“Only when you don’t get the memo,” Vanish Veil told him flatly.  She walked over and poked him hard in the chest with a finger.  Her twintails swayed with the motion.  “Pick somebody else, you sanctimonious ass.”

Boost-Rush just laughed at that.  He was wearing his helmet, but Katsumi could hear the smugness in his voice.  “Oh, if you insist,” he said, sounding as though he was the one doing Vanish Veil a favor.  “Still… how about Park?”

Vanish Veil seemed to be weighing her options there, her mouth set in a frown.  “Yeah, okay… that’ll probably be all right…”

***

Well, at least she’d get to show up one of those Shiketsu kids, Katsumi thought.  Windbag was all right in extremely small doses, but the rest of them could go hang. Definitely time someone knocked one of them down a peg and she was very good at knocking.  Didn’t really matter which.   Could have just as easily been the pretty boy cat guy.  He’d have probably been real satisfying to punch.

Park…  Hmm.   Katsumi considered herself pretty decent at reading people.  Tatsuma was simmering fury, waiting to erupt, buried just barely below the surface.  A lot like herself, really.  Not that she’d admit that to anyone.  She went from zero to one hundred in no time, even when the situation didn’t really call for it.  It was pretty much a family trait.  She had it, Dad had it, the Hag had it.

Park, though, Park was a quieter kind of angry.  A cold one. As Katsumi began sizing her up, she wondered, possibly for the first time in her life, if she hadn’t bitten off more than she could chew.

“And begin!” Boost-Rush called out.

Katsumi got her hands up and she and Park circled each other cautiously, both looking for an opening. She’d taken some different martial arts classes as a kid and she had had plenty of instruction from Dad and Papa, Uncle Deku, and even Ojiro’s dad.  But overall, her style mostly focused on single, powerful moves, putting someone down with just a punch or two.  It was best to take them out before they had a chance to be a threat.  

“DIE!” she bellowed, throwing the first punch, a powerful left handed strike that had a lot of her weight behind it.  

Park sidestepped her blow and came in close.  Her hand snapped out and grabbed into the shirt of Katsumi’s gym uniform.  Before she could even react, Park’s leg shot up, slamming into her side several times in rapid succession.  Katsumi let out a growl and managed to shove her away, buying herself a little space.

“Okay,” she snarled.  Her side was protesting furiously as she kept moving. “You got one in. Congratulations.  But that’s all you’re going to get.”

Park’s expression didn’t change much, but one eyebrow raised slightly, as if to say I disagree.  She calmly took a couple side steps, her eyes maintaining that cold indifference. “Angry already? If being struck upsets you, then you’re aspiring to the wrong profession.”

Katsumi knew the other girl was trying to get in her head.  But knowing that didn’t make her any less angry about it.  “I don’t know about you,” she growled, “but I was born to fight.”  She shouldn’t have been talking either, she knew.  Wasted breath.  Maybe it worked for some people, like Horse Girl.  Katsumi would, under duress, admit that Mineta had made provocation a weapon she could use.  But that wasn’t her.

She charged, throwing a right hook at Park’s head.  Park’s head shot to the left, her hand coming up and grabbing Katsumi’s wrist. In a single fluid motion, she bent and twisted it. Pain shot up her arm light a bolt of lightning, overriding her rage, overriding everything except for the white-hot sensation of pain.  It felt like her wrist was one small increment of pressure away from snapping like a twig.

“I’m aware this would likely not work if you could use your Quirk, but since our esteemed instructors insist on this human cockfighting, I might as well emphasize their point. Though I suppose with your Sports Festival, you’re used to bread and circuses.” She twisted it more. “Perhaps if they bothered with a more extensive self-defense course this wouldn’t be necessary.”

Pain shot up Katsumi’s arm so intensely that she had to grind her teeth hard to keep from crying out. No way she’d give Park the satisfaction of hearing her scream.  What the hell kind of fighting style was this?  Aunt Ochaco had done a lot of the grab and flip stuff, but…

At least she still had her other hand free.  With Park’s attention on her other arm, Katsumi brought her left hand in low for a body blow.

Park saw the blow coming and released the hold, but she wasn’t not fast enough to dodge all of it. She let out a small growl as Katsumi’s strike connected, though it was more of a solid graze than a full hit. She moved with the dodge, twisting and sending a kick up at Katsumi’s head.

Even if she wasn’t using a Quirk, Katsumi had to admit that Park was fast.  Deceptively powerful too.  She might have been impressed, if she wasn’t so damned angry.  She saw the blow coming, fortunately, moving out of the way.  Her right arm still hurt from the wrist grab, meaning her options were limited, but she knew how to play through the pain.  She faked left, throwing a couple blows to try and get Park moving the way she wanted, then followed up with a roundhouse kick from the right.

Park had obviously been expecting punches, and hadn’t expected Katsumi to throw a proper kick. As she made to defend against the punches, the kick sent her down. She gathered herself quickly and rolled so that she came to be resting on the soles of her feet.

“That had to have been learned outside class.”  Her look was harsh, judgmental somehow. “Makes sense with the amount of enemies the child of a pro hero has.”

Park got up, her eyes narrowing. “But how will that do against someone who’s had enemies the moment they were born?” She darted toward Katsumi, looking to launch a kick, but instead threw a straight-forward punch like something out of a street fight.

Okay, what the hell was that supposed to mean?!  And sure, they’d all had some basic self-defense lessons, some of them more than others.  You heard horror stories about the kids of Pro-Heroes being threatened or kidnapped. A few of them had even come damn close to it.

The punch hurt, leaving Katsumi seeing stars, her vision swimming.  “You haven’t rung my bell yet,” she growled in the direction of what she hoped was the actual Park.  The world was spinning and it felt like a struggle to stay upright, but she forced herself to keep fighting.

She moved quickly this time, throwing one punch after another.  Not too much style, but plenty of power.  Park was good and, as much as it pained her to admit it, more technically proficient than she was.  But she had more raw power than the other girl.  She just needed one really good punch to make an end of it.

Park dodged the punches, attempting to once more grab and twist Katsumi’s arms. This time, she was ready for that crap and kept herself moving too quickly to be caught. Katsumi’s style may have been straightforward, but the speed was forcing Park to stay on the defensive.

***

‘This is stupid. Beating each other for the sake of some trite lesson that could easily be fixed with a proper martial training program. Look at them: So self-important while others are thrown aside.’ Park’s thoughts raged through her mind. She cast a glimpse once more at Boost-Rush. ‘Alright you son of a bitch. You put a child in this situation.  Don’t whine at me when the expected happens.’

***

Park darted as if dodging again, but grabbed the waistband of Katsumi’s pants, using the leverage to throw her down. It was a hard, bone rattling impact that knocked her senseless for a moment.  Katsumi’s first instinct, drilled into her, is to protect her head, but Park snarled and instead threw a kick at her back.

The kick hurts, Katsumi’s damn sure that was one of her kidneys.  The pain kept her down even as she tried to get herself back up.  There wasno way she’s going to let herself be beaten like this.  She’s one of the toughest damn U.A. students there is.  Daughter of two Top Ten Heroes.  Practitioner of the Art of Womanly Living.  And when it comes to a fight, she doesn’t quit.  Ever.

“You’re going down!” she screams, forcing herself back to her feet, swinging wildly.

“That’s my line.” Park dodged to the side again.  Her arm shot out like a stone from a sling and grabbed Katsumi’s arm, wrapping her fingers around it in an iron grip.  She twisted it, and used the momentum to drive Katsumi into the ground. Park hung onto her arm this time, pulling it back and locking in her grip behind Katsumi’s back.

***

A little more torque and she could easily break it. For a moment she felt herself wanting to. To share even a small ounce of the suffering. She looked into the crowd, and saw the kind rock girl who shared her faith. Akaya. She looked concerned and scared for her classmate.

“I’m not as good a Christian as I’d like to be.” She had told Akaya that. She turned away from her, looked at Katsumi’s struggling face, then looked back at the U.A. students and Rookies. She let go of Katsumi.

***

“This is stupid. Find another pawn.” Park then got up and walked toward her classmates, then past them entirely.   Tatsuma tried to stop her, but she brushed her off.

Katsumi forced herself to her feet, her limbs absolutely aching.  “Get… get back here,” she started to growl, eyes locked on Park’s retreating form.  “I… I can do this… all day…”

She couldn’t lose to some pretentious Shiketsu brat.  And she definitely wasn’t losing to someone who wouldn’t even stick around to assure their victory.  Who just gave up in the middle of a fight like that?  Especially one they were winning?  None of it added up.

Wasn’t she worthy of fighting?  Or finishing off?  

What the hell was wrong with Park?!

Someone helped her to her feet.  It was the Old Lady.  Of course. “I’m fine,” she grunted.  A lie.  She was not fine.  She didn’t think anything was broken, but she could practically feel the bruises growing in all kinds of uncomfortable places.  There was still pain radiating from where she’d been kicked and she was still seeing double.  

“You’re not fine,” Vanish-Veil said, sounding guilty.  “C’mon. We’ll get you to my brother. Hopefully before your dad finds out about this…”

***

“She… she lost,” Toshi said, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them.  The fight had been incredibly short, but incredibly brutal. It’d been deeply uncomfortable, even unsettling to watch. He’d wanted to intervene, no matter how much Katsumi would have yelled at him for it, but the sheer brutality had left him paralyzed where he stood.  He was sure if it hadn’t been so quick, the Rookies surely would have intervened…/

It was only then that he realized that his arm was hurting and had been for some time. “Izumi…?”

“What?  Oh!  Oh my…!” Izumi quickly released her death grip on his arm and he could feel the circulation returning to it. Izumi was willowy and often looked like she’d blow over in a strong breeze, but she apparently had ferocious grip strength.  “I’m so sorry, Toshi…”

He shook his head. “It’s okay.  I think we were all a little shellshocked.”

“I don’t believe it,” Haimawari said.  He was shivering, Toshi realized, and then realized he was too.  Izumi must have been drawing in heat as she’d grown more and more frightened for Katsumi.  “I saw it, but I still don’t believe it.”

Toshi never would have thought it possible either.  He’d seen Katsumi lose, of course.  The two of them were about evenly matched when they’d sparred in the past and he’d won about as many as he lost.  And, of course, Katsumi had lost against Izumi during the Sports Festival.  But those had been friendly competitions, between people who had known each other for years.  This had been different.  This had been a beating.

Both Katsumi and Park had been looking to prove something, even if he wasn’t entirely sure what it was for Park.  He knew already, that Tatsuma didn’t think especially high of them.  But it didn’t look like Park did either.  He’d spent of a lot of time thinking over Tatsuma’s reasons for disliking the Hero System and what this class represented, and was still grappling with those.  But he didn’t know what drove Park, not yet.  

Katsumi, he knew, just wanted to prove she was better than the Shiketsu students. They’d gone after her pride and she really wasn’t the best decision maker where that was concerned.

He was also fairly certain this wasn’t something he could fix, wasn’t something he could make right. That was a hard admission for him to make.  Dad had always said you couldn’t save everyone but that you still had to try. He’d thought maybe he could still try here, but after this…

Katsumi was his friend. And she was confident and powerful. She was one of the best fighters in the class, with a strong Quirk and an iron will.  Even in friendly sparring with him, she just took every loss as a way to get stronger still.  To see her humbled like that…

“Is it over?”  Shota asked.  Toshi looked over and jerked with surprise as he saw that Shota had his eyes scrunched up tight, with his hands over his ears.

Asuka put a reassuring arm around his shoulders.  “It’s all right,” she told Shota, gently removing his hand from over his right ear with her other hand.  “You can look now.”

“She didn’t win, did she?”

“I am afraid not,” Asuka replied.  

“This will not be good,” Izumi said, worry filling her soft voice.  “Even though her injuries can be treated, Katsumi will treat this as a grievous wound to her pride and a personal insult besides.  She won’t let that go any time soon.  And I fear what she may try in retaliation.”

“She’s right,” Asuka said. She chirped softly and worriedly. “Izumi, Toshi, you know her the best. What do we do?”

Toshi frowned. Tatsuma and Katsumi had been ready to tear each other apart, before Aunt Mahoro had intervened.  She hadn’t objected to Park, but…

If they didn’t do something to try and buy a little peace with the Shiketsu students, then someone was just going to get hurt worse.  

Looking around, he could see, not just the concern, but the anger, on so many of his classmates’ faces. Even many of the 1-B students looked disturbed by it, especially Monoma and Kana.  

Of the Shiketsu students, only Tatsuma and Yoarashi were there.  Park had walked off somewhere, and Tsuchikawa and the spider-girl were with one of the other training groups.  Tatsuma was looking vaguely smug and satisfied, though Toshi couldn’t help but notice that she was also looking off in the direction Park had left. Yoarashi had gone pale and oddly quiet. Toshi didn’t know him as well as some of his friends, but he’d still known him for years.  Yoarashi didn’t do quiet.

If they didn’t do something to try and make peace with the Shiketsu students, someone was going to get hurt.

Get hurt worse, he realized, as Aunt Mahoro led Katsumi away.

“Oookay,” Boost-Rush said, much of his earliest bravado gone.  “That’s… that’s enough direct sparring for today.  Why don’t we break into small groups to work on what’ve learned so far.”

A stupid, desperate plan dropped into his mind.  He couldn’t exactly slip away, but… “I hate to ask you to lie,” Toshi whispered to Izumi, “but…”

Izumi nodded.  She grasped his plan without him having to even say it.  They’d been friends a long time.  He wasn’t as close to her as Katsumi was, he wasn’t sure anyone could be as close as the two of them were, but Izumi was still one of his best friends.  Hell, after a hopeless childhood crush on Nejire Togata, he’d had a crush on Izumi for a little while too, though he’d never worked up the courage to ask her out or anything.  If nothing else, Katsumi’s looming presence in both their lives had made it clear if anyone really loved Izumi, it was her.

“I do believe I’m feeling a bit of a flare up,” she said, stretching exaggeratedly.  I should probably go get checked out.”

***

Izumi arrived at the first aid station that Bioshock had set up.  The Metabolic Hero was laying hands on Katsumi as she approached and she could see her friend’s bruises start to fade already and a bit of her color return. Bioshock’s Quirk was not quite the cure-all that Doctor Izumi’s was, but it was still very effective.  She knew now, from what she had read, that he had run himself ragged during Plague’s assault on Japan, pushing himself nearly to death’s door until Uncle Izuku and his sister had literally had to drag him away from the hospital wards.  

“Okay,” Bioshock told Katsumi, “I think that should be good.  Nothing broken, thank goodness.”  His features darkened.  “What the hell was Boost-Rush thinking?  Dammit…”

He shook his head, his eyes going wide as he realized he’d spoken out loud.  “My apologies.  That was unprofessional.”

Katsumi waved him off. “Eh, you said what you said, Doc. Own it.”  Her red eyes had locked with Izumi’s.  For all the fierceness and bravado Katsumi put on for the rest of the world, Izumi could easily tell when she was faking it.  Such as now.

“Oh, hey, Todoroki,” Bioshock said when he noticed her.  “Everything all right?”

“I’m feeling a bit fatigued,” Izumi told him.  She spoke each word carefully, trying to project some measure of exhaustion into her voice.  She was tired, but not that tired.  “I fear this new schedule is playing havoc with my body.”

Bioshock looked between her and Katsumi for a moment, then his expression changed ever so slightly. “Oh, sure,” he said.  “Let me go check the coolers, see if we’ve got anything with some electrolytes for you.  Why don’t you keep Kirishima-Bakugo company while I’m gone?”  He gave them a little wave as he walked off.

Katsumi just gave her a look as she took a seat next to her, in one of the small folding chairs.  It wasn’t especially comfortable, but that was of little importance.  “You are the worst liar I have ever met, Iz.”

“What?” Izumi asked. “But Bioshock…”

“He was humoring you, Iz.”

Oh.  Well.  She supposed that was all right.  She was still able to achieve her goal of getting to talk to Katsumi.  Though perhaps she could work on the lying? Heroes did need to sometimes, well, not exactly lie, but certainly project more hope and certainty than they might have been otherwise feeling.

“Are you all right?” she asked instead.  “Not physically,” she added quickly.  “That much I could see.”

Katsumi looked down at the dirt.  “That wasn’t a fight, Iz.”  The words were said so quietly that Izumi could barely hear her.  

“That level of brutality was well outside the bounds of a friendly spar,” she agreed.  “Though you too were quite ready to rise to violence.”

Katsumi’s head snapped up, a snarl starting to pull at her lips.  “Damn right I was.  Did you see the way that giant was looking down her nose at us?  She disrespected me and she disrespected the school.  I had to teach one of them a lesson.”

“Did you?” Izumi asked, when she was certain Katsumi’s rant had finished.  “Or were you just seeking conflict?”

“So I like a good fight,” Katsumi replied, looking rather annoyed still.  “Is that a crime?”

“How badly would you have hurt one of them?” Izumi asked instead.  Answering Katsumi’s question would do no good to anyone, and likely lead to a very circular conversation.  Sometimes you had to point Katsumi in the direction you wanted her to go. Even if you usually had to make her think it was her idea.

“Broken nose, maybe,” Katsumi said, shrugging.  “I just really wanted to punch one of them.”

She sighed.  “But that wasn’t a fight, Iz.  That was a damned beatdown.  She was toying with me.  Whatever damn style she was practicing, it’s damn good at causing a lot of pain.  And… she’s better than me.”

Katsumi trailed off. She’d said something, but so softly that Izumi couldn’t hear it.  “I’m sorry,” she said, “what?”

“I said she’s better than me!” Katsumi snapped.  “She could have kicked my ass from here back to U.A., up and down both sides of the street, easy.  But she wanted to make it hurt and she wanted to make sure everybody saw it.”  Her fists were clenched hard, her knuckles going white.  “This wasn’t even about putting me in my place.  She was making a damned statement.  Hell if I know what it was though…”

Katsumi bolted up out of her chair suddenly, grabbing it and spinning around sharply, letting it go flying through the air.  It landed several feet away, bouncing a few times before it finally stopped.   Izumi would give her friend credit: she’d expected it to explode.

Katsumi was visibly shaking and Izumi rose to embrace her.  Katsumi’s strong arms soon found their way around her and Katsumi’s head came to rest against her.  As Izumi held her, Katsumi’s shaking began to subside.  

“I’m supposed to be the toughest woman around here, Iz,” Katsumi said quietly, but there was a growing fire to her words.  “This isn’t over.”

Katsumi was right. For more reasons than she thought. If they didn’t do something soon, to try and bridge the gap between the two schools, things could very likely explode, in more ways than one.

[kanye--westeros]

Top Albums of 2020

1. After Hours - The Weeknd (Favorite Track: After Hours)

2. grae - Moses Sumney (Favorite Track: Me In 20 Years)

3. RTJ4 - Run The Jewels (Favorite Track: Walking In The Snow)

4. Descendants of Cain - Ka (Favorite Track: Sins Of The Father)

5. Black Habits - D Smoke (Favorite Track: Seasons Pass)

6. Untitled (Rise) - Sault (Favorite Track: Free)

7. Circles - Mac Miller (Favorite Track: Everybody)

8. Ordinary Man - Ozzy Osbourne (Favorite Track: All My Life)

9. Lianne La Havas - Lianne La Havas (Favorite Track: Bittersweet)

10. Andy - Raleigh Ritchie (Favorite Track: Aristocrats)

11. Heaven To A Tortured Mind - Yves Tumor (Favorite Track: Kerosene!)

12. Untitled (Black Is) - Sault (Favorite Track: Eternal Life)

13. BETTER - Deante’ Hitchcock (Favorite Track: I Remember)

14. Spilligion - Spillage Village (Favorite Track: Baptize)

15. A Written Testimony - Jay Electronica (Favorite Track: A.P.I.D.T.A)

16. The Slow Rush - Tame Impala (Favorite Track: Borderline)

17. Starting Over - Chris Stapleton (Favorite Track: Cold)

18. Hey u x - BENEE (Favorite Track: Happen To Me)

19. Mordechai - Khruangbin (Favorite Track: Pelota)

20. Sin Miedo (del Amor y Otros Demonios) ∞ - Kali Uchis (Favorite Track: Fue Mejor)

21. Ohms - Deftones (Favorite Track: The Spell Of Mathematics)

22. Anime, Trauma & Divorce - Open Mike Eagle (Favorite Track: Death Parade)

23. 3.15.20 - Childish Gambino (Favorite Track: 53.49)

24. From King To A GOD - Conway The Machine (Favorite Track: Juvenile Hell)

25. New Beginnings - REASON (Favorite Track: Stories I Forget)

26. The New Abnormal - The Strokes (Favorite Track: At The Door)

27. Alfredo - Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist (Favorite Track: Frank Lucas)

28. Limbo - Aminé (Favorite Track: My Reality)

29. Modern Dread - Denai Moore (Favorite Track: Motherless Child)

30. Sawayama - Rina Sawayama (Favorite Track: XS)

Honorable Mention:

I Disagree - Poppy, Modus Vivendi - 070 Shake, Heaven Or Hell - Don Toliver, In Another Life - Active Child, Underneath - Code Orange, Cape God - Allie X, how i’m feeling now - Charli XCX, BRAT - NNAMDI, Innocent Country 2 - Quelle Chris, It Was Divine - Alina Baraz, Good To Know - Jojo, Superstar - Caroline Rose, We Were Sent Here By History - Shabaka and the Ancestors, Set My Heart On Fire Immediately - Perfume Genius, Petals For Armor - Hayley Williams, Consummation - Katie Von Schleicher, Ungodly Hour - Chloe x Halle, Love, Death & Dancing - Jack Garratt, A Muse In Her Feelings - dvsn, It Was Good Until It Wasn’t - Kehlani, Punisher - Phoebe Bridgers, Women In Music Pt. III - Haim, WILL THIS MAKE ME GOOD - Nick Hakim, It Is What It Is - Thundercat, Odd Cure - Oddisee, New Me, Same Us - Little Dragon, No Pressure - Logic, folklore - Taylor Swift, Eddie - Busty and the Bass, SuperGood - DUCKWRTH, Cool Tapes Vol 3 - Jaden, Celia - Tiwa Savage, Renaissance Boy - Galimatias, ENERGY - Disclosure, The Ascension - Sufjan Stevens, Aguita - Gabriel Garzon-Montano, ANNIVERSARY - Bryson Tiller, Fake It Flowers - beabadoobee, Burden Of Proof - Benny The Butcher, As Long As You Are - Future Islands, Man Alive! - King Krule, Detroit 2 - Big Sean, Nectar - Joji, ELE 2: The Wrath Of God - Busta Rhymes, Chip Chrome & The Mono-Tones - The Neighbourhood, Wake Up! - Hazel English, Song Machine, Season One: Strange Timez - Gorillaz, Shabrang - Sevdaliza, Ultra Mono - IDLES, Future Nostalgia - Dua Lipa, Man On The Moon III: The Chosen - Kid Cudi, Three Mile Ditch - The Wytches, That’s What They All Say - Jack Harlow, Hiding - Michael Christmas, CINCORIGINALS - Tobe Nwigwe

Notable EPs/Mixtapes:

The Circus - Mick Jenkins, OTHER WAYS TO VENT - iyla, Unlocked - Denzel Curry & Kenny Beats, Meet The Woo 2 - Pop Smoke, Take Time - Giveon, Lulu - Conway The Machine & The Alchemist, GANG - Headie One & Fred Again, Dark Lane Demo Tapes - Drake, She Already Decided - Smino, 6pc Hot EP - 6LACK, Sis. - KIRBY, Dinner Party - Terrace Martin, Robert Glasper, 9th Wonder & Kamasi Washington, Lewis Street - J.Cole, The Light Pack - Joey Bada$$, V TAPE - Vic Mensa, Floor Seats II - A$AP Ferg, Self:Care EP - Lil Røcket, When It’s All Said And Done - Giveon, Before - James Blake, ALIAS - Shygirl, QUARANTINE PACK EP - Meek Mill, Hues - Fana Hues, EP! - JPEGMAFIA, I can’t go outside - Channel Tres

Good/Great Songs on Decent or Bad Albums:

“Today” by Mura Masa x Tirzah “Whiplash” by Theophilus London “Affluenza” by Conan Grey “Darkness” by Eminem “Mahogany” by Lil Wayne “Out Of The Blue” by Katie Pruitt “Bit Of Rain” by Empress Of “That’s What Love Is” by Justin Bieber “New Gods” by Grimes “Wash & Sets” by Princess Nokia “Practice” by Princess Nokia “Prices” by Lil Uzi Vert “Yessirskiii” by Lil Uzi Vert x 21 Savage “One Way St.” by Jhene Aiko x Ab Soul “Fried For The Night” by Tokimonsta x Earthgang “I Lied” by Joyner Lucas “The News” by PARTYNEXTDOOR “itkanbe[sonice]” by Knxwledge x Anderson .Paak “I like the devil” by Purity Ring “Speaking Of The End” by Lapsey “George Bondo” by Westside Gunn x Conway The Machine x Benny The Butcher “Figures” by Jessie Reyez “CAN’T STOP” by DaBaby “Chattin Shit” by Kari Faux “Snitchin” by Pop Smoke x Quavo x Future “Nu World Burdens” by KeiyaA “Life Is Good” by Future x Drake “Things Change” by Asher Roth “T.D.” by Lil Yachty x A$AP Rocky x Tyler, The Creator x Tierra Whack “This Is What They Say” by Carly Rae Jepsen “If You’re Too Shy (Let Me Know)” by The 1975 “Rubber Sky” by LA Priest “Toxic Eye” by Choir Boy “Let Us Rave” by Naeem x Velvet Negroni “Babylon” by Lady Gaga “Ooh Laa” by John Legend “Still” by Teyana Taylor “Free Porn Cheap Drugs” by G-Eazy “The Sun” by KYLE x Bryson Tiller x Raphael Saadiq “Borderline” by Brandy “Karma” by Kaash Paige “Love Never Dies” by Kiesza “Deep End” by Lecrae “Double Negative (Skeleton Milkshake)” by Dominic Fike “When Dreams Run Dry” by The Killers “Blue Benz” by Nas “ZZZ’s” by B.o.B. “Latin Grammys” by Action Bronson “Jealous” by YG “Runnin” by 21 Savage & Metro Boomin “Ishkabibble’s” by Westside Gunn x Black Thought “Run & Hide” by Jay Electronica x The Bullitts “Chemicals” by The Vamps “Diagnosis” by Alanis Morissette “BLQLYTE” by Zeroh “Deep Down” by Sen Morimoto x AAAMYYY “Like A River” by Joyner Lucas x Elijah James “The Moment” by THEY. “WOODGRAIN” by Asha Imuno “Vampire” by 2 Chainz “Circles” by Megan Thee Stallion “Track 6″ by Ty Dolla $ign x Kanye West x Thundercat “Shut Up” by Ariana Grande “Let It Out” by Rico Nasty “Everybody’s Mother” by Kacy Hill “Paranoia” by Shamir “Fallin” by Common “1993″ by Oliver Tree x Little Ricky ZR3

[euan112358]

Toward A Bright Future MV - Dakara, Hitori Ja Nai

I saw the music video for this MHA ED a while ago (yeah, I know, I'm slow), and I was instantly inspired! Let's start off the year on a bright note, eh, @thelazyhermits?

(Bold)  - Song lyrics 

[Italics] - Music Video actions for above lyrics

(Ahh, ahh, ahh!) 

[The screen pans across a clear summer sky and some treetops, as in the canon opening.] 

(Gonna triumph!)

[Y/N reaches up to grasp the air. View changes to show Y/N and the 1-A girls in summer outfits lying on the grass looking up at the sky. Eri runs in and pulls Y/N to her feet, the video changes from anime-style to live-action, and the girls all get up and run through the entryway of Universal Studios Japan.]

[The camera focuses on Y/N as she starts to sing] 

(How come I am the only one to always face a hurricane?  Back then I used to think it all so meaningless (was so alone)0

[The girls run past a horror movie set, much to Y/N's dismay, though she tries to be strong for Eri's sake. Monoma, Shishida, Honenuki, Bondo, Kuroiro, Tokage and Yanagi dance out dressed as horror movie monsters. The 1-A girls try to hold them off by break-dancing themselves, but Monoma gets through and grabs Y/N and Eri.]

(But everything began to change, we’re getting closer day by day 

Together, we can take off and chase after all those fleeting dreams)

[However Monoma suddenly freezes, blushes and breaks character, quickly turning around embarrassedly. As Y/N and Eri wonder what's wrong, Asui yanks him away with her tongue, and the girls run off while his classmates start teasing him.]

(I've only chased the answers with my eyes, I'll never find them if I'm lost inside the sky)

[The girls run past a 50s vintage drive-in restaurant, with Shouji, Sero, Satou and Hatsume sitting around the cars wearing hip-hop street fashion, and they join the girls in grooving down the street.]

(Cause I'm alive inside the here and now, I will prove it to the world and make it somehow!)

[The Big Three run up to meet them dressed as Peanut characters, with Hadou dressed as Lucy, Amajiki dressed as Snoopy (in white suit, red scarf, sunglasses and dog-eared headband) and Togata dressed as Charlie Brown. The girls take their hands and run to the Main Street, where the rest of Class 1-A and some of 1-B are gathered in formation.]

(Today I'll cry but, I'll fly high

Prove to the world there's nothing I know I can't overcome

I'll take your hand in mine (and we'll be fine) 

We're never alone, 'kay? No way!

Nothing in this world can change it

With all my heart

Calling out)

[Cue dance sequence in street as per music video, with Y/N, Eri and the six 1-A girls taking point in a line.

Awase, Kaibara, Tetsutetsu and Kendou cross in front wearing suits and holding instruments - Awase on trumpet, Kaibara on snare drums, Kendou on saxophone, and Tetsutetsu doing the Arsenio Hall fist pump instead of playing his saxophone.]

("We won't run away")

[As the dance ends, Tokoyami, Ojiro, Kirishima, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kaminari, Kouda and Shinsou move to the front, all wearing white, and scoop Asui, Hagakure, Ashido, Uraraka, Yaoyorozu, Jirou, Eri and Y/N respectively into their arms and run off camera. Uraraka and Midoriya end up in center stage, both lost in the moment with each other.]

[Sudden scene change to a new street, as Uraraka suddenly finds herself on a bench, and she takes over singing.]

(I’m passing through a city full of people that I don’t know

And unfamiliar tears flow down my face as I’m heading home.

But even if I pass the station at my journey’s end

Or even if I wanna go somewhere I’ve never been,)

[Uraraka gets up off a bench and joins the other girls walking down this new street. Cementoss, Ectoplasm and Thirteen stroll up to greet them, as Shiozaki, Kodai, Tsunotori and Komori are in dance costumes doing a routine around them. Nedzu, Recovery Girl and Power Loader are seen strolling in the background.

Jirou, Ashido and Hagakure run up to Kamakiri, Rin, Vlad King and Snipe, all wearing casual clothes. The two students tear off the teachers' tearaway casuals to reveal their costumes beneath.]

(Familiar scents and voices full of warmth are coming back to mind.

How I miss the dream we had that day. It’s far and fading from sight.

I can’t help but ask if there’s some place that I should be.

I can’t help but ask where my feet are taking me.)

[Vlad King and Snipe don their masks and run across the street.

Uraraka, Yaoyorozu and Asui run up to Hawks, flanked by the two Iida brothers Tenya and Tensei, with Fukidashi, Tsuburaba and Shoda standing behind them. The students tear the heroes' casual clothes off to reveal their hero costumes (somehow), and Hawks takes to the sky while the two armored Iidas zoom off.]

(We're on the path that leads us to our dream

It looks so far, but I'll be there if I believe)

[Y/N and Eri walk past Sir Nighteye, Fatgum and Ryukyu. Centipeder and Bubble Girl, standing behind them, tear off their clothes to reveal their hero costumes (Nighteye in particular has his salaryman suit torn off to reveal his hero salaryman suit), and Ryukyu transforms into her dragon form and takes off, as Y/N retakes the lead singing role.]

(Soon the answers won't just disappear,

Soon the world will understand, I'll show them I'm here!)

[The 1-A girls continue dancing down the street as more people accumulate behind them. Eraserhead, Present Mic and Midnight join them in dancing - well, the latter two are dancing while Uraraka and Asui are trying to get Eraserhead to join in, and only Eri's encouragement gets him to do more than just shuffle.

Y/N moves to the front, and suddenly All Might in his hero form drops down from the sky to land next to her, and the two of them strike a teeth-shining thumbs-up pose.]

[All Might jumps away, to show everyone else in formation. Uraraka, Ashido and Hagakure have exchanged their summer clothes for cheerleading outfits, and Hadou has joined them in a cheer outfit of her own.]

(Today I'll cry but, I'll fly high 

Straight to the end, I know this time if I fall again

I swear I won't give in

We'll make it you'll see, you're with me

Nothing in this world can change it 

With all my heart 

Calling out]

"We won't run away")

[Cue dance sequence in street as per music video, with Yaoyorozu, Jirou, Y/N, Eri, and Asui taking point in a line, with Uraraka, Ashido, Hagakure and Hadou cheerleading behind them.]

(Cause I'm through with just standing still, I'll keep moving if no one will

Watch your dreams appear, your future's here!

Come on and see! Let’s go!)

[Y/N and Eri join hands and run off down the street while everyone waves after them. Y/N continues singing.]

(Today I'm crying, crying,

But I'll prove to the world there's nothing I know I can't overcome

I'll take your hand in mine)

[The camera focuses on Eri, who starts singing innocently.]

(We're never alone, 'kay? No way!

Nothing in this world can change it

With all my heart

Calling out!)

[Y/N bends down and starts singing to Eri, picking her up and twirling her around.]

(Crying, but flying 

Straight to the end, I know this time if I fall again 

I swear I won't give in)

[Scene change to Y/N and the girls on stage in front of the Universal logo along with everyone else, dancing as per the music video. Eri and amazingly a white-clad Mineta are doing a duet on the stage-steps. Everyone is using their Quirks to enhance their performance, from Aoyama shooting off fireworks, to Dark Shadow mirroring Tokoyami's movements, to Kendou just clapping extra-large hands. People like Aizawa and Nighteye, although doing the moves perfectly, are noticeably deadpan in their expressions.]

(We'll make it you'll see, you're with me 

Nothing in this world can change it  

With all my heart  

Calling out

"We won't run away"!)

[Members of 1-A and 1-B run to beneath the stage and continue break-dancing. Even Bakugou is joining in and having a good time.]

(Gonna triumph!)

[Everyone strikes a final pose, then takes a slow bow.

A girl with white hair runs up to the stage, applauding and congratulating everyone for a job well done.]

Lyrics sourced and combined from the following English versions by re:TYE and Ashley, Freya and Black Rage Infinity, and AmaLee.

Yeah, I know it's a bit long-winded, but I hope you had fun imagining the visuals!

[automarketking]

1965 Plymouth Sport Fury (Iselin, NJ) $22,500 obo

You are looking at an absolutely stunning number's matching '65 Sport Fury. The red exterior catches attention wherever you take it and the black vinyl interior aims to please. Powered by the original 318ci v8 and automatic transmission, this vehicle has less than 28k actual miles and it runs strong with no end in sight. This '65 has been freshened up a few months ago with various new parts such as a new radiator, fuel pump, as well as new belts and hoses. Features include but are not limited to P/seats, P/w, P/s, Heat and an upgraded sound system. This vehicle is as solid as can be with no rust or bondo whatsoever. The car has been meticulously maintained and garage kept throughout it's life, most of which was spent inside and tucked away.

Please give our friend Don a call at 732-221-7388

[sleepy-sunnys]

Class 1b head cannons

Ibara makes flower crowns for everyone, but especially for Monoma since he complains about having no friends

Tetsutetsu and Shouda have daily arm wrestling contests

Class 1B has formed their own scout troop and often go camping

Setsuna scares everyone, and Monoma almost gets eaten by a bear

Shishida is always getting his hair braided by everyone in the class

Shihai has gotten punished by kendou various times for scaring her

Ibara has a vegetable garden and gives what she grows to her friends

Pony gives hugs to everyone and bakes them apple pies.

Awase has and will break a bee hive

Togaru sort of wants to strangle him

Kinoko really likes ghost busters, so everyone in class 1B will binge watch it various times. Reiko also enjoys it.

Manga loves to play pranks on his friends, Kousei is his partner in crime.

Once class 1b went out camping and they got lost because Monoma was sure that they had not circled the same tree 7 times.

Bondo and Honey love eating sweets together.

Reiko and Rin like talking about cats a lot.

Shishida also really loves cats, but prefers to not scream about them at 3 in the morning

Kousei and Awase have broken several walls,with the help of Pony

Actually most of class 1B’s dorms don’ t have walls except Ibara’s, Kendou’s, and Yui"s

They do talk about Monoma’s unhealthy habits of dealing with class 1A

They plan many sleepovers, and have a weekly movie night

They train together, and enjoy beating one another, but in a nice, calm way

Setsuna is not allowed in the kitchen, neither is Tetsutetsu

Setsuna, is just prone to accidents, while Tetsutetsu just doesn’t understand the meaning of too much hot sauce

All of class 1B makes sure to pet  Blood King’s dog at least twice every two days

They also make sure their teacher is taking care of himself, and not falling back to bad habits

They remind each other of the meds they have to take

They adopted a class cat

It really helps Kinoko and Yui with their stress

They train at the beach every weekend

Shishida helps everyone study in the library

Togaru is known as emoboi 2.0

Shihai laughs, yet gets smacked

Awase and Kousei made bondo jump out of a cliff with them

Manga recorded everything and posted it

Let’s just say Blood King wasn’t too happy

Honey makes lollipops for everyone

Reiko says that they are terrible, but secretly enjoys it

Everyone is learning sign language from Yui

Rin makes art for his classmates

Kendou has hugged him so many times

Shouda has openly cried about John Cena during class

Sen low key is really done with Ibara forgetting how amazing she is,,, they all honestly are

Monoma has bad days, so everyone showers him with love

They are also a bit done with him because he brought a lost grandma to class and ended getting the police called on them

[zealharris]

A Little Update about Zeal's Art & Humble Happenings...

Dear Collectors and Friends of Zeal's Art,

For the past 18 months, I've been in an introverted mode. I've shifted more towards lecturing and teaching, and I've been intensely doing research to support this shift and the production of new research-based artwork. At this moment, I have artwork on exhibit at two locations; (1) The San Bernadino County Museum (a group exhibit curated by the legendary artist Charles Bibbs) and (2) a fantastic exhibit curated by Susanna Meiers at the El Camino College Art Gallery with three of LA's finest-fine-art, artist-storytellers; Lezley Saar, Mark Greenfield, and Umar Rashid. (Click here for information). Artists reception on Thursday evening, February 21st and Artist Talk on Tuesday afternoon, February 26th.

Clockwise from top left corner (mostly detail shots).  Artwork by Zeal Harris, Umar Rashid, Lezley Saar, Zeal Harris, Zeal Harris, and Mark Greenfield. Image in the center is artwork by Zeal Harris. All artwork currently on exhibit at El Camino College Art Gallery.

To these shows and to my home studio,I encourage visits by curators, gallerists, writers, set decorators, interior designers, and potential collectors.  Any acquisition of artworks at this current time will go towards funding my first trip to Ghana, Africa, and a summer of creating artwork full-time.  In August, I'll be in Ghana attending the Chale Wote Street Art Festival. This year, the festivals's theme is "The Year of Return". 

Exactly 400 years ago, the first slaveship to Virginia (where the United States of America began) arrived in my hometown in 1619.  Wherever people were enslaved, there were always runaways.  My new artwork, "Bantus of the Black Atlantic" is a visual dissertation about ancestral mothers in mystical spacetime as they journey to find promised land.  This story begins in the Great Dismal Swamp of Virginia. I'm seeking outlets to exhibit this artwork and welcome leads. Click on the photo of me below to read a lovely and lengthy article about my new work written by Bondo Wyszpolski.

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Another series that I've begun,"I Be Livin' Black Love", is a quirky illustration project that will become an artist's book about contemporary daily life through black feminist observations.Thanks for taking time from your busy schedule to read about my humble happenings.

Oh! and P.S....Please join me for an art workshop I'll be leading at the

California African American Musuem on March 23rd.  Come and turn YOUR story ideas into fine art! 

Art Studio Zeal · The Dons · Los Angeles, CA 90008 · USA

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Friday, October 6, 2017

Have Tennessee Police Arrest Paddock's Associate?

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Adding the rumors together, we get ...

(1) Chick checks into the hotel, gives room keys to perps, and leaves the country. (Not suspicious ... AT ALL.)

(2) Paddock is FBI, running illegal guns, and is told they will be doing a gun buy at the hotel. He loads up guns into the room, and waits.

(3) Perps come into the hotel room, as gun buyers. They kill Paddock and carry out the operation. Then, they wait in the room.

(4) FBI locks down the building and the floor. They "bust" into the room, make it sound good for any neighbors listening, then the perps walk out the front door, wearing FBI jackets.

(5) They jump into an FBI van, and head off to McCarron airport, just a few blocks away. They jump onto a private jet, and are out of the country before the press conference begins............J 

WARNING: there is a graphic photo at the end of this article.

The information below is raw intelligence from a foreign intelligence service (SVR) and is not "finished intelligence information.

An new Russian Foreign Intelligence Service (SVR) report details more facts about what the Russians are calling the “Pyramid Sacrifice” massacre in Las Vegas and states that an accomplice to the CIA arms smuggler Stephen Paddock, Scott Edmisten, pictured above, had been arrested in the State of Tennessee while driving a vehicle containing identical “bump stock” equipped weapons used to kill and wound hundreds of people during the Las Vegas mass shooting. Edmisten also had over 900 rounds of ammunition in his vehicle also. Below is what Tennessee police found in Edmisten's vehicle.

Edmisten was caught carrying numerous weapons including two submachine guns and 900 rounds of ammunition had lost custody of his children and written hostile letters to local judges, authorities said Wednesday.

Washington County Sheriff Ed Graybeal said Scott Edmisten won’t talk, so officials are still trying to determine why he had the weapons, as well as a mask and black fatigues, when he was pulled over for speeding before dawn Monday.

Graybeal said guns and ammunition are common in Tennessee, but that it was “odd” for all the guns and clips to be loaded, and for Edmisten to have 900 more rounds and survival gear. In addition, he said, when people have survival gear with them, they are usually going hunting, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Graybeal said he has asked state and federal agencies to assist in the case since the automatic weapons aren’t registered and lack serial numbers.

The confiscated weapons included the following:

.357 magnum .45 semi auto One full auto AR rifle in .223 caliber One full auto AR rifle in .308 caliber More than 900 rounds of ammunition

“Whatever he had planned for that morning, that little traffic stop that one of my guys made made all the difference in the world to someone, I believe,” Graybeal said. “It’s just one of those situations where nothing seemed right and we wanted to make sure that everyone was OK, especially since he’d been sending letters to the courts.”

Edmisten, 43, has been jailed without bond on charges of possessing prohibited weapons, speeding, and felony evading arrest. An attorney listed in court records as representing Edmisten didn’t immediately return a call seeking comment. A bond hearing was set for Oct. 11.

In addition to the guns in the car, authorities found another four rifles in Edmisten’s home Tuesday while executing a search warrant. Graybeal said one had been altered to make it fully automatic. Investigators also found about $6,000 worth of ammunition that hadn’t been opened.

Graybeal said he didn’t know why Edmisten lost custody of his children, butEdmisten made it clear he did not like the Department of Children’s Services or law enforcement.

Michael Knight, a spokesman for the U.S. Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives, has confirmed that the agency is investigating Edmisten and said authorities “don’t see a connection” to recent mass shootings.

Edmisten’s arrest came a day after Stephen Paddock opened fire on a music festival from a high-rise hotel suite in Las Vegas.

Further, the Pyramid Sacrifice is now being linked to the 7 June 2017 arrest of Russian Mafioso Razhden Shulaya and may explain why a panicked Stephen Paddock, on 21 June, rushed to Henderson, Nevada, physician Dr. Steven Winkler to get a prescription for a powerful anti-anxiety drug. 

Las Vegas is one of the major control centers of the international criminal organization known as the Russian Mafia—and who had fled to this desert gambling mecca in mass following Russia’s banning of all gambling in 2009.

Joining this exodus of Russia Mafia criminal operatives to Las Vegas was one of its most feared leaders named Razhden Shulaya, pictured above, who, on 7 June 2017, was arrested by the FBI in Las Vegas, and who shattered his US nationwide criminal organization with its “Shulaya Indictment.

The FBI removed Razhden Shulaya from Las Vegas and placed him under their highest security in New York City.

Historically the CIA has long known ties with international criminal organizations like the Russian mafia.  In April (2017) Wikileaks Vault 7 revealed that the CIA was using Russian Mafia malware in one of its spyware programs named “Grasshopper”.

Razhden Shulaya has for years, controlled a vast gun smuggling ring that reportedly included Stephen Paddock. Paddock had been employed as an arms smuggling pilot in the CIA’s “Operation Cyclone” program to arm and finance the Jihadi warriors (mujahedeen) in Afghanistan with flights based from Pakistan during the late 1980’s. 

The 40-year-old Razhden Shulaya aka Razhden Pitersky, Roma and Brat, can be sentenced to 65 years in the United States, the US Department of Justice said.

Other members of the criminal group, who were charged by the Prosecutor's Office of the Southern District of New York, are threatened with various terms of imprisonment - from 25 to life imprisonment. In particular, the members of the Razhden Pitersky gang Nikoloz Dzhikia and Bakai Marat-Uulu can be sentenced to life imprisonment for contract killings.

33 representatives of the Russian mafia, led by Razhden Shulaya  were charged. 27 of them were detained, five more are still on the wanted list.

When the names of the arrested were published, 15 of them were Georgian citizens, including two world-famous athletes - World Boxing Champion Avtandil Khurtsidze and MMA fighter Levan Makashvili, who competed in UFC championships.

Members of the Shulaya gang are accused of various crimes - from smuggling cigarettes, storing drugs, racketeering, selling stolen goods and giving bribes, to with theft of large loads, organizing illegal gambling, storing and selling weapons, robberies, drug trafficking and contract killings.

Razhden Shulaya, 40, was crowned a "mafia don" at the age of 36 at a Cyprus meeting in May 2013. Other criminals that got their crowns that day are Dato Krasnodarsky (later discrowned), Bondo Kazakhstansky, Goga Kutaissky, Ilo Kaliningradsky and Artem Saratovsky. Those who approved the "coronation" were Antik, Koka, Matevich, Givi Tbilissky, Merab Sukhumsky, Tsripa Kutaissky, Robinson, Takhi, Osetrina and some others. 

According to the US law enforcement agencies, Razhden Shulaya was the person that created the criminal enterprise accused of a number of crimes. Shulaya has been living in New Jersey lately, and the other mobsters resided mainly in New York's Brooklyn, Manhattan and Queens.

The district attorney also mentioned the extensive ties Shulaya had in the underworld that contributed to establishing strong links with the criminals of post-Soviet countries like Georgia, Ukraine and Russia and Israel.

Most of the gang members were born in the Soviet Union, traveled regularly to its former states and contacted individuals associated with criminal activity of the gang, the US Justice Department said.

Las Vegas Sheriff Joseph Lombardo has stated that Stephen Paddock “did not act alone”. SVR surveillance intercepts confirmed that a known CIA arms smuggler held a meeting with one of his “associates/accomplices” on 27 September. That meeting was verified by a Mandalay Bay Hotel room-service receipt, pictured below, recording that “2 Guests” were served meals in Paddock’s hotel room on that date.   

Stephen Paddock’s associate, whom he had met on 27 September in Las Vegas was Scott Edmisten. Edmisten is reportedly a CIA “deep cover” operative who is a highly trained precision machinist with gunsmithing skills. Edmisten reportedy worked for a company named NN Inc., that has many locations around the world. This allowed Edmisten to conduct “non-suspicious/covert” travel.  

Four days after his meeting with Stephen Paddock in Las Vegas Scott Edmisten, on 1 October, was stopped by police Washington County, Tennessee. It was discovered that his vehicle contained “bump stock” equipped semi-automatic weapons exactly like those used during the “Pyramid Sacrifice” massacre and 900 rounds of ammunition.

[dpebruwantoro]

Kepingan Puzzle Di Negeri Orang

Menuntut ilmu memang tak mengenal waktu dan tempat. Sebuah hadits berbunyi “Tuntutlah ilmu walaupun sampai ke negeri China” memang harus menjadi landasan semangat kita untuk terus belajar sesuat hal yang baru, meskipun kita harus meninggalkan orang-orang penting di sekitar kita. Rasa rindu ingin bertemu bapak dan ibu dirumah, keluarga dan sahabat menjadi tantangan yang sulit, yang biasanya selalu berada di samping mereka, sekarang pun harus berpisah beribu-ribu kilometer di negara orang. Tantangan bukan berati tak bisa ditaklukkan.

Alhamdulillah puji syukur atas ridho yang Allah berikan dan berkat dukungan dari keluarga terutama ibu dan bapak beserta kakak-kakak tercinta akhirnya bisa menumpulkan kepingan puzzle di Negeri orang. Merantau untuk mencari ilmu di negera orang memang menjadi sebuah cita-cita saya kelak dikemudian hari. Bahkan cita-cita yang mungkin terlalu tinggi bagi saya karena banyak faktor yang masih harus saya perbaiki untuk dapat menjadi kriteria yang terbaik (sebut saja salah satunya faktor penguasaan bahasa Inggris yang pas-pasan yang hanya bermodal dengkul alias nekad). Kuliah di Surabaya membuat jiwa-jiwa Bonek (Bondo Nekad) melekat di raga ini. Saya berangkat ke Thailand pun juga bermodal nekad (uang dan bahasa Inggris pas-pasan). Jiwa-jiwa bonek selalu punya keyakinan bahwa dengan keterbatasan apapun bisa ditaklukkan. If you have the greatest God, Imposible is nothing. Ya benar, kuasa Tuhan memang begitu besar berpengaruh dalam perjalanan hidup saya kali ini. Skenario yang Tuhan buat memang begitu indah, pelan tapi pasti.

Tak pernah pergi jauh untuk waktu yang lama, sekali pergi pun pergi ke Thailand. Awalnya hanya sebuah keinginan yang ditulis pada sebuah papan di kamar kos-kosan, akhirnya menjadi kenyataan dan menyatu menjadi sebuah puzzle yang bisa dilihat dan dinikmati. Papan di dekat tempat tidur kosan yang terdapat tulisan membulatkan tekad ini untuk terus bersemangat. Semangat berdoa dan berusaha untuk mewujudkannya. Berusaha untuk memperdalam kemampuan berbahasa asing dan mencari-cari info untuk bisa pergi belajar ke negara orang. Berawal dari seorang yang saya kenal yang merupakan kakak tingkat saya di Fakultas Perikanan dan Kelautan Universitas Airlangga memberikan sebuah info. Informasi yang membuat saya tertarik untuk mencoba, yaitu melakukan Praktek Kerja Lapang (PKL) atau sering disebut kerja praktek. Awal semester 5 mulai bertanya tentang persyaratan pada dosen-dosen di fakultas tersebut. persyaratan yang bisa dibilang gampang-gampang susah. Tetapi kembali lagi tekad dan teringat tulisan di papan kamar kosan membuat tekad dan keinginan ini bulat. Bismillah berangkat PKL. Proses pertama yaitu mencari negara dan tempat destinasi untuk belajar, mulai dari Malaysia, Vietnam, Thailand dan negara-negara yang lain. Beberapa bulan kemudian di tetapkan bahwa Thailand merupakan tempat yang akan dikunjungi selama satu bulan. Mulai mengurus persyaratan administrasi dan proposal penelitian. Salah satu tahap yang menguji kesabaran yaitu melengkapi persyaratan administrasi berupa Passport dan proposal penelitian. Selama 4 kali harus bolak-balik dinas imigrasi dan harus datang pagi jam 5, padahal waktu itu sudah mulai libur semester. Disusul juga proposal yang tak kunjung disetujui oleh dosen. Revisi dan revisi lagi. Mengantri dan menunggu untuk kesekian kalianya. Sempat ingin menyerah tapi ya bagaimana lagi, garis sudah terlanjur dibuat tak bisa membuat garis yang baru, hanya bisa menebalkan apa yang sudah dicoretkan. Saat sudah hampir menyerah, hanya bisa merenung dikamar kos-kosan dan kembali melihat tulisan yang pernah ditulis di papan. Aku pasti bisa dan harus semangat.

Akhirnya ujian yang membosankan pun akhirnya terlalui, tinggal menunggu waktu keberangkatan. Sekitar satu bulan kedepan akan membuat rangkaian cerita di negera orang, jauh dari keluarga dan rindu masakan rumah. Let’s start your journey in Thailand, Don.

Berikut merupakan puisi dari Imam Syafi’i yang berjudul “Merantau” yang bisa sedikit mengobati kegelisahan saya,

Merantaulah Orang berilmu dan beradab, tidak tinggal diam dan beristirahat di kampung halaman Tinggalkan negerimu dan hiduplah di negeri orang Merantaulah Kau kan dapati pengganti dari orang-orang yang kau tinggalkan Berlelah-lelahlah. Manisnya hidup kan terasa setelah lelah berjuang

Dua bait puisi yang menguatkan hati dan keyakinan, dan semoga rasa rindu ini terobati saat pulang nanti.

Kado terindah yang Tuhan berikan pada saya, kado terindah dari jawaban doa-doa dan usaha saya. Yah kado terindah, tepat pada bulan Pebruari ini adalah bertambahnya usia yang ke 21 pada tanggal 2 Pebruari 2017 kemarin. Hari ulang tahun pertama yang jauh beribu-ribu kilometer dipisahkan oleh lautan dari keluarga dan orang terdekat. Kerinduan terobati karena kekeluargaan 4 orang yang menjadi delegasi mahasiswa PKL di Kasetsart University Thailand. Terimakasih teman-teman sekalian yang memberikan kejutan dan perayaan meskipun telat, hehehe. Terimakasih Tuhan atas apa yang sudah engkau gariskan, semoga apa yang kita lakukan selama satu bulan disini lancar dan dapat bermanfaat saat kembali lagi ke Indonesia. Apapun yang kalian inginkan meskipun kecil kemungkinan untuk terwujud, jangan pernah menyerah. Allah ada pada prasangka hamba-Nya, teruslah berprasangka baik. Seimbangkan antara usaha dan doa.

ادْعُونِي أَسْتَجِبْ لَكُمْ

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