#fujoka

[steelajeeg]

Who Wore it - Kamen Rider (1971)

I'm sure you've all seen the shot of Hiroshi Fujoka (as Rider 1) in the half-mask.

But have you seen Takeshi Sasaki (as Rider 2) with his helmet off?

Fujioka wore the Rider 1 suit for the first 10 episodes* - but Masaru Okada was the actual suit actor for most of the series.

Here he is pictured in the Rider 2 costume -

(*technically - since the latter half of those episodes used previously-filmed scenes of Fujioka following his motorcycle accident with a sound alike dubbing new lines)

[fairysvgar]

like this post for a starter with my new muses:

charlie wilson - a track star in new york, nervous + competitive. nonbinary, they/them. bisexual. brigette lundy-paine fc.

hanamaru fujoka - a type one diabetic who moved to the united states in her late teens. youtuber + wedding videographer. cis woman, she/her. bisexual. nana komatsu fc.

mariana romano - a substitute music teacher who is quite motherly to literally everyone she meets. cis woman, she/her. bisexual (masc leaning). christian serratos fc.

[theurbanhippieswe]

When the temperature’s falling, the M-48 parka with liner gets on. Photo: @christopherakesson #gettingwinterready #beanie #fujoka #meadowweb #m48parka #usmailbag #henley #therealmccoys #therealmccoyslondon #therealmccoystokyo #painterjacket #palletlifestory #jeans #manerofficial #manerstudio #boots #redwingheritage #theurbanhippieswe (på/i Malmö, Sweden) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4RpbjwBXQL/?igshid=1aswz2v9ksyjv

[ohshcscenerios]

Look at this!! 🥺😩🥰

Kyoharu showing some love because I crave it and there needs to be more love for them! \(//∇//)

[magicalblerdpenn]

Of course, I had to to do this

The characters are:

Utena Tenjou from Revolutionary Girl Utena

Haruka Tenou from Sailor Moon

Haruhi Fujoka from Ouran High School Host Club

Cure Chocolat from Kira Kira Precure A La Mode

[theanticool]

Naoko Fujioka vs. Sulem Urbina

Naoko Fujioka (19-2-1) is a testament to how taking care of your body can prolong your athletic career. At 46 years old, Fujioka is still out here outworking women half her age. She’s still so quick and can go hard for 10 rounds. She’s one of only 7 boxers, male or female, to be 5 division world champion. I really hope people appreciate her while she’s here cause she’s likely close to the end of her run. She’s already lived her dream of coming to fight in the U.S. But she’s currently got a world title, so Top Rank is having her back again to fight on the undercard for Ryan Garcia vs Emmanuel Tagoe.

Fujoka will face off with Olympic bronze medalist and fellow world champ Marlen Esparza (11-1) this Saturday (April 9).

[imagememovimento]

Cenas do filme DIVINAS DIVAS. // Stills of DIVINE DIVAS.

[ohshcscenerios]

how dare you scare me like that T_T and give me all of these feels T_T

I'm Sorry but your writing is so captivating that I had to jump on your prompt list if I could. What about "I can’t go back, please...I’m sorry." For Hikaru x Haruhi ? 🤧💜

Yes!! Thank you for the angst inspo 😈

(ask list closed)

"I can't go back, please, I'm sorry."

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Hikaru Hitachiin x Haruhi Fujioka

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Genre: Hurt/Comfort, heavy on comfort

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WARNINGS: This contains trauma, ptsd, nightmares, and memories of kidnapping and abuse. Please read with caution.

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Silver manacles around her wrists, clanking cold against her skin. Darkness over her eyes, ratcheting up her sensitivity to every sound. Wetness blooming against her side, pain leveraging through her head, the slaps from brutal hands and kicks from unyielding feet. The thunderstorm brewing outside her cage. And the horrific, never-ending voice of the man who tormented her.

Scream as loud as you like. It won’t help.

You didn’t think he’d come for you, did you?

He has prettier and richer playthings at his disposal.

Do you really think you’re worth such a high price?

You’re mine, now, doll.

Haruhi’s eyes flew open in tandem with her scream, staking the night’s silence with her terror. She fought against the silk sheets tangling her limbs, cried as loudly as her voice would allow her. Even sitting up didn’t help, the heavy comforter trapping her in bed, and the silence choked her throat, splitting the oxygen straight off until she couldn’t breathe, clawing for anything, something, a liferaft before she drowned.

“Haruhi!”

Her fiance bolted upright, hazel eyes shining in the moonlight. They shared her terror as he grabbed her shoulders, the weight forcing air back into her lungs. She wrenched her eyes back shut--she couldn’t look at him, not when the face of her kidnapper still flashed in her vision.

Shaking, she grabbed his shirt, fisting the soft material to ground herself. He took the invitation to wrap his arms around her, watching as she buried herself in his chest, inhaling that sweet scent of home.

“Hika,” she wept, staining his shirt with tears and his heart with fury.

Hikaru swept his hands through her hair and down her back, detangling with one while rubbing circles with the other. Her cries were beyond gutteral, beyond desperate, straight up inhumane, and they tore as much at his soul as they did at her throat. It had been nearly a month since her rescue, and even though she had made much progress in therapy, she could barely hold onto her humanity when the nightmares struck.

“You’re safe,” he whispered, drawing shapes along her shoulder. Her skin rippled with goosebumps, warm from his embrace, but foreign. “Remember what the therapist said. Cling to what makes you feel safe. The nightmares will pass.” He grit his teeth and she clutched him tighter, snuggling further into the warmth and safety of his neck. “That man can’t touch you. He will never touch you again, I fucking swear.”

It was a bad idea to mention him, he knew, but his anger surged through his body and choked a growl from his throat. Even the memory of finding her, chained up like a dog in a cage, dirty and malnourished and blindfolded, evoked an anger so deep within his core he wasn’t sure if it were entirely human. But then again, that man certainly wasn’t, and Hikaru felt his anger justified.

Not strangling the man on sight was the only shred of mercy he could manage.

“Listen to my heartbeat,” he suggested, guiding his beloved’s head lower down his chest. He rubbed behind her ear, a soothing weight to counteract her spiraling feeling. Following what the therapist suggested, he straightened his posture, making himself as big as possible for her to cling onto. “You are so strong, my beloved. You’re going to get through this night.”

Haruhi only whined his name again, and he pulled her closer, completely onto his lap and settling her legs. She shook like she was going to fall apart, like she had before; it was his job to ensure that she never would again.

“You’re alright,” he continued. “You’re safe. You’re in our bed, in my arms. Safe and warm. Nothing can get to you here.” He smiled, kissing the top of her head. “You’re so strong and beautiful, baby. Stronger than anyone I’ve ever known. You’re gonna be okay.”

She sniffled, and her voice was barely detectable from his chest. “I can’t go back, I can’t go back, please…”

His heart squeezed. “He can’t hurt you anymore. He’s in prison, and he’s going to stay there for a very long time. There’s no way he can hurt you from there. You don’t have to be afraid, baby, you’re never going to go back there. You’re safe here.”

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” she whispered. “He said such awful things, Hika, and I believed them, I...I believed him, I didn’t think you’d come…”

“Shhh, Haru. None of that.” He propped her up to look at her, so she could see the truth in his face. The broken moonlight reflected in her doe eyes, making silver the unshed tears welling within. He held her gaze, waiting for her to be back in the right headspace, before continuing. “Everything that man told you was a fucking lie. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, no mountain I wouldn’t climb, no ransom I wouldn’t pay.” He brushed his lips against her forehead, calming her as she shuddered. “I would pay ten times what he asked to make sure you were okay. The nightmare is over, and you’re with me. You’re okay. I'm...I'm so sorry that happened to you.”

She groaned, holding onto him as another memory washed over her. Alone in the parking lot, loading groceries, the screech of car brakes, cold handcuffs around her wrists and and even colder hand over her mouth, restricting her screams. The cruel words whispered against her ear, the grating laugh as she struggled, the terror as they slipped the mask over her eyes. The wetness of a tongue stroking up her neck, biting the lobe of her ear, a voice whispering the astronomical price of her ransom and reminding her of the snaking words force-fed every moment of her captivity.

No one is coming to save you.

And then, a different voice, piercing through the darkness, stilling the hellish pace of her heart and thoughts.

Haruhi.

Haruhi, I’m here.

She looked back up at him, intimidated but comforted, as he spoke words of gentleness and love. His long fingers stroked her hair and drew patterns against her back, stars and hearts and even his own name, over and over again:

Hikaru. Hikaru. Hikaru.

She was safe, she was his, and she would never have to face that bastard again.

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Kofi

[kittyspring-creates]

whoops made a bleach oc

character sheet:

name: mimzi Fujoka

age: 104

died: 1942

division: 6th

rank: 3rd seat

zanpakto: Creselia

chant: "from the light of the realm I cast a shadow, shine Creslelia"

Likes: food, sleep, tea, quiet, nick nacks

dislikes: chores, pickles

personality: gulible but book smart, hard worker, sometimes works to much and is often getting others duties dumped on her, rarely complains, is easily distracted, has a history of fainting due to forgetfullness to eat or sleep, (roomate will say Mimzi likes being ordered around by serperior)

[ohshcscenerios]

A very meta idea but-

If Haruhi could see how her life would be with each host, which future would she most likely choose?

[polar-stars]

Aaaah 💕💕💕✨

I enjoyed it so, so much! It was so pure and fluffy and I’m just so at peace after reading this?? It was very enjoyable ✨ So cute! Thanks you so much!!

▲ HanaRu pls ;w;

Yes, of course!! Thank you so much for sending them i I love them!!

▲ : leaning your head against their shoulder

It was one of those times where Hanako had to stay in school for more hours than usual because she wanted to attend some seminars to help her improve her skills in managing a restaurant. She was expecting to be by herself in the train with no familiar faces around her, but she was happy with the small surprise.

There sat a male who wasn’t wearing his usual clothes- he was actually wearing a suit and his hair was much more fixed than usual, and he looked pretty tired… She wondered what event he had to go to, but she called out his name to know that she wasn’t imagining the whole scenery before her. “Kaoru?” With the name mentioned, someone looked up and began staring at her- his eyes widening.

“Oh? Hanako?” Before he could continue the questioning, he patted the empty space beside him before grinning. “You can sit here if you want.” He offered her the seat as he moved to the side a bit, and she went closer to him, sitting down next to him with a small blush on her face. The last time she saw him in this kind of outfit was when they danced together after he asked her to be his partner.

She felt her face heat up, but she began shaking her head hoping that she would cool herself down. To make her thoughts to go out of her mind, she asked him a question. “If you don’t mind answering… why are you wearing that attire?” She was really curious about this. She never thought that he’d be looking so formal unless there’s an occasion.

He blinked twice before chuckling. “Flower, do you think I look better in this?” He teased her a bit and she wasn’t able to hide the blush on her face. Her stare showed that she wasn’t amused by his question and he only laughed more. “Anyway, the answer to that is I had some family business to attend to. I was only allowed to go back to the dorm some minutes ago… then I spotted you. I’ll call myself lucky. I might have slept inside the train by accident again.”

She became quiet as she suddenly remembered him telling her that he’d be busy sometimes for some certain occasions and she soon smiled. “You’re always so selfless.” 

He was rather shocked by the sudden comment. “Well… It’s my way of repaying my grandparents, after all. I can’t really reject-”

Without warning, Hanako suddenly yawned and both of them became quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to yawn while you were talking… It’s just that the seminar ended up much later than usual and-” She felt him pull her closer, and suddenly, her side was really close to his. It was as if he was giving her a signal.

“It’s fine. You can sleep if you want. Let’s stop talking. A princess needs her rest.” He was always sweet to her, no matter when or where, huh? 

A blush crept on her face again, and she realized what his small gestures meant. He wanted her to sleep on him, so at least she could take a small nap. She began leaning on his shoulder, accepting his offer once again. “Thank you.” She made herself comfortable. 

What she didn’t know was the male may have been blushing as much as her as soon as he felt her head lean on him. “No problem, flower.”

[tanukihost]

~ * ♡ @n0tahost! ( con’t from here yeehaw ) 

   Textbooks clasped to her chest, the hostess having yet set them down upon her arrival ( a recurrent situation considering she was late half the time, anyway ), Haruhi stood before the half-open door, lending an ear the the president of the Black Magic Club. Since their encounter outside Ouran -- though she hadn’t thought him particularly scary before ; the occasional unsettling, maybe -- the natural found it easier and easier to have trivial conversations with him. This scenario’s discussion topic: Tarot Cards. Something Fujioka knew little about and, frankly, less interest to dabble in. However, taking the passion in which Nekozawa discussed the occult, she figured it wouldn’t hurt to hear him out -- and it was in that same vein that she found the faintest of smiles teasing her lips. She hadn’t an appointment scheduled too soon anyhow, so something like this wouldn’t hurt----

                                     Or so she’d thought.                                           The CRASH and SQUEAL of Mori and Honey’s                                          arrival did more to prove that notion wrong.

        What had began as SCREECHES of excitement -- anticipation -- had ended in gasps of utter shock, though Haruhi herself couldn’t fathom way. Nor could she comprehend why she was lying on the ground, a dull ache in the back of her head, the weight pinning her there, or the plush pressure placed to her lips all at once. It was only once she’d willed her eyes open, irises ringed with deep mocha brimming with surprise, that she’d digested the circumstances.

          She and Nekozawa, taking everything into account, they must have----! 

        A delicate hand rose to press to her mouth, gentle, while her cheeks took on a subtle dust of floral pink. She wanted to ask if he were alright, but -- unfortunately -- he’d collected himself and darted out the door before she could mutter a word -- although their ‘audience’ had plenty of whispers to exchange amongst themselves. More concerned for his well-being, the host scrambled to her own feet -- her upperclassman already having disppeared into the shadows -- and started after him with a,  ❝  N-Nekozawa-senpai!  ❞  Nearly out the door, she spared a bow to her fellow hosts in pair with a brisk ‘sorry’ before continuing on her way.

        The hallways lining Ouran were vast, spacious, and easy to get lost in if you were unaware of its design. Fortunately, Umehito only meandered his way through certain areas of the academy -- which Haruhi, in all her attentive observance -- had noticed. Thus, she hurried down the building’s interior only to ( unsurprisingly ) find the elder boy midway between the music room and the basement.  ❝  N-Nekozawa-senpai!  ❞  Heaving as she may have been ( never the athlete ), Fujioka scurried the rest of the way to her cloaked companion, hands placed to her knees to she could lean forward and catch her breath thereafter.  

        ❝  Th---There you are... A-Are you alright?  ❞  Chocolate gaze lifting up to meet him then,  ❝  You... were out too fast for me to ask before... I’m sorry for--... back there... if it... startled you...!  ❞  ( Breathe, Fujoka, breathe. )

[theurbanhippieswe]

Photographed together with Hannu, who just like me often visit the Meadow store. His leather jacket (collab 3sixteen and Schott NYC, limited edition) and Viberg boots are from Meadow. Photo: @christopherakesson #left #fujoka #meadowweb #therealmccoys #palletlifestory #jeans #manerofficial #manerstudio #redwingheritage #right #schottnyc #3sixteen #vibergboots #ahlem #hagelinsoptik (på/i Malmö, Sweden) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4SVTBzBoH7/?igshid=65tch3gfj92n

[detund]

DU™️ #Repost @noiseeng ・・・ Weekend Listening: @voltagectrlr ⠀ Shiro Fujoka, aka VoltageCtrlR is an artist and producer known well for his pioneering work in the ModBap scene. He has a distinctive style of hip-hop production and makes amazing use of modular in much of his work. You can learn more about him and hear his work at his BandCamp page, linked in our bio. https://www.instagram.com/p/CDoz6a_lfIh/?igshid=1dwvpvek24iz0

[salvatxreschool]

4 de marzo del 2020

🔮  → reservas

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🔮 → audiciones en el inbox

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🔮 → cuentas

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🔮 → advertencia de inactividad

Nicholas Scratch

Celestia Morgenstern

Colin Savoryt

Declan Zeitchik

Aiden Steiner

Masumi Fujoka

Zade Hoskins

Beau Velasquez

Ethan Steiner

William Crowley

Lilith Abbot

Alistair Elbridge

Artemis Henderson

Danielle Flynn

Sage Marie Larson

Samir Lockwood

Kell Maresh

Victor Hale

Samwell Pemberton

Ina Mai

🔮 → follows recientes

🔮  → unfollow / liberado

Collen Smith (Halsey)

🔮 → hiatus

Hope Mikaelson

Kalen Salvatore

Carter McClain

Lane Tandy

Trevor Dune

Elena Michaels

Eleastar Kohl

Michelle Keller

Kelly Jensen

Sebastian Belcourt

Josette Saltzman

Robbie Bennet

Elijah Gerard

Patrick Duchannes

Evan Kleinman

Connor Hobart

Lydia Martin

Blue Sargent

Luke Grace

Anthony Tyler

Perseo Castellan

Cameron Chase

Kitty Soung

Zaid Malouf

Theodore Bones

Edward Jackson

Morgan Emyrs

🔮  → población:

Femeninos:

Celestia Morgenstern

Stefanie Salvatore

Hayley Mikaelson

Allison Argent

Sophie de Martel

Nadia Skorzeny

Danielle Flynn

Jade Mcnally

Kelly Jensen

Elena Michaels

Hannah Shumway

Samir Lockwood

Zoe Hobart

Evelyn Gallagher

Sabrina Spellman

Delphi Diggory

Lilith Abbot

Penelope Park

Artemis Henderson

Blue Sargent

Sage Marie Larson

Lucinda Montgomery

Michelle Keller

Josette Saltzman

Lizzie Saltzman

Masumi Fujioka

Lane Tandy

Greta Westfall

Kitty Soung

Hope Mikaelson

Emmeline Nutter

Lydia Martin

Juliette Blacktorn

Ina Mai

Alexandra Morgan

Masculinos:

Kalen Salvatore

Sebastian Belcourt

Frederick Mikaelson

Vasile Anatoile 

William Crowley

Anthony Tyler 

Elijah Gerard

Victor Hale 

Angelo Cassano

Edward Jackson 

Cameron Chase

Viktor Grabner 

Colin Savoryt

Alistair Elbridge

Isaac Lahey

Evan Kleinman

Connor Hobart

Beau Velásquez

Aiden Steiner

Ethan Steiner

Samwell Pemberton

Carter McClain

Nicholas Scratch

Elijah Amell

Ian Reay

Zade Hoskins

Robbie Bennett

Patrick Duchannes

Perseo Castellan

Morgan Emrys 

Kell Maresh

Eros Hageback

Luke Grace

Theodore Bones

Declan Zeitchik

Trevor Dune

Zaid Malouf

Eleastar Kolh

🌙 → Censo:

Vampiros: 20

Tribrido: 1

Brujos:  19 + 3 Sifón

Lobos: 16

Ninfas: 4

Greywaren: 2

Oneiroi: 4

Banshee: 3

Kitsune: 1

Sirena: 1

              total: 35 femeninos + 38 masculinos = 73

[madhbh]

Music Tag

@ilexandria (this is 3 days sorry)

Rules: Play 10 songs and list them below. Then tag 10 people.

1. Daniel In the Den - Bastille


2. Four Walls (The Ballad of Perry Smith) - Bastille 


3. Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time - Panic! At the Disco


4. History Maker - Dean Fujoka


5. An Act of Kindness - Bastille


6. You’ve Got Time - Regina Spektor


7. The Call - Regina Spektor


8. Lean On Me - Bill Withers


9. House of Gold - Twenty One Pilots


10. Winter Sound - Of Monsters and Men

Tagging: @mashtonandchill @louthegeezette @alaskasparx @kataklismickira @octobers-fall @kitkat2747 @newt--artemis--scamander @budapestalloveragain @youtubetrashisreal @iancancer