#i hear the sunspot four seasons

[sunspotmangafan]

Fuck Romeo and Juliet

I want what they have!!!

[black-flame-rose]

Just finished my fall down the manga rabbit hole for IHTS and this is just solidifying my desire for two more seasons of the show! All the actors would kill it! I NEED to see some very specific scenes and drown myself in my own tears!

[bentomodachi]

Kinokuniya US exclusive Cover Variant for I hear the sunspot - four seasons - volume 1

[toixxx-ace]

i got the chance to go to a bookstore yesterday and could not find any copies of mp100 BUT i did find a new BL series by Rihito Takarai. well its not really new since it was published (in english) in like 2020, and it was originally published in 2011 i think. so not a new series but new for me. i recognized the mangaka's name and i was wondering from where and when i looked it up i realized Rihito Takarai also did Ten Count! which was one of the first BL series i read

it also reminded me to look for copies of the new I Hear The Sunspot volume! i think it was published in english not that long ago, its the second volume to the four seasons storyline. i couldnt find it at the store though so i may have to order it online...

[lgbtqmanga]

New Releases July, 2, 2024

Anyway, I'm Falling In Love With You. (manga) vol. 2 by Haruka Mitsui

Mizuho's been thrown into a huge fluster after getting an impossible confession from Saito-sempai, whom she admires... and having little to no experience in love, she ends up bedridden with a fever. While Kizuki and her other childhood friends take care of her, their emotions also run high and won't calm down. In the midst of this, Shin, who's always calm and collected, skips class to invite Mizuho to go to the beach. Mizuho laments that, ""Now that I've been confessed to, I don't understand my own feelings anymore..."" To which Shin says, ""Just reaffirm your own feelings!"" and suddenly embraces her!

I Hear the Sunspot: Four Seasons (manga) vol. 2 by Yuki Fumino

Summer has at last arrived, but Kohei’s job search is sapping all his free time. Taichi, now a working professional, is struggling with his role as a mentor to the office’s new hire. And life only grows more complicated when Taichi receives a sudden phone call from his estranged father.

[wqintraining]

NEW X-MEN: THE ANIMATED SERIES - SEASON 1, EPISODE 12 (PART 1 OF 2)

We open in the institute as a panic ensues, older kids screaming about the front lawn being covered in bloody and body parts, while the younger students are running up to the teachers, afraid that they’re in danger. Dani, James, and the others assure them everything is okay, but they themselves don’t have any real idea what happened either. 

Julian and Sofia, in their boxers and pajamas, respectively, fly out of Julian’s room, trying to help contain the panic by restraining kids with their powers. Julian calls out that there’s nothing to worry about, and the X-Men are gonna figure out what’s going on here. 

SOFIA: “Your speech last night was wonderful, but you know we aren’t actually X-Men yet.” 

JULIAN: “Work for the job you want, right?” 

Cessily and Sooraya are still in their room, Sooraya shaking on the floor as she prays, while Cessily is curled up in a ball on her bed, calling Roxy to make sure she’s okay. 

CESSILY: “What…what is going on?” 

Storm, Kitty, Sunspot, and Wolverine step outside to examing the site closeup, all disturbed, but none of them phased. They quickly deduce from the remnants of the bodies that these were Purifers, and they all heard a screeching sound, but the younger members aren’t sure what that was. Storm, however, is aware, and she’s terrified - the Phoenix energy inside Jean has been unleashed. RIght now, she is a threat to herself, and a threat to the entire planet. 

Storm says they need Cyclops immediately, and asks Laura where he is. Laura sniffs the air. 

LAURA: “Emma’s room. With Emma. They stink of each other.” 

Kitty and Roberto are shocked, while Storm hangs her head. 

STORM: “Oh Scott…” 

We cut to Cyclops and Emma in bed together, their eyes glazed over as they remain catatonic. 

STORM: “...what have you done?” 

Cassandra Nova sits in her estate, sipping tea. As she sets her cup and saucer down, she grings. 

NOVA: “The Phoenix has lost control. Cyclops and the Queen are out of commission. Now…now is the time to strike. Now is the time, Charles, for the world you sought to build to burn.” 

We cut to a factory not unlike the one from last episode, but packed with ten times as many Sentinels. With a thought, Nova activates them all. Their order? Exterminate every Mutant on Earth. 

In the common area, the training squad and Roxy are gathered, Sofia on Julian’s lap, while Cessily and Roxy are holding hands. Sofia has her eyes closed, and everyone is looking at her in suspense. 

NORI: “Well?!” 

Everyone else shooshes her. 

ROXY: “Should we really be doing this? I don’t want to get involved with any of the stuff y’all do, okay?” 

Everyone else shooshes HER. 

ROXY: “Okay, new girl doesn’t get to talk. Got it.” 

From Sofia’s perspective, we hear the winds whispering in her ear. Eventually, Sofia’s eyes open and she takes a deep breath. 

Sofia tells them all it’s bad. From what Storm and the others are saying, it sounds like Mr. Summers cheated on Mrs. Summers with Ms. Frost, Jean found out, went fully Phoenix, and both did what they saw outside, and did *something* to Scott and Emma. 

Everyone is shocked by this, with Sooraya being the most disappointed in Cyclops. Julian commends Scott on trading up, only to get elbowed by Sofia. 

JULIAN, groaning: “He…still shouldn’t have cheated though. Obviously.” 

Cessily asks if Cyclops and Frost are okay, but Sofia isn’t sure. 

Noriko swears. This is really, really bad. They’ve all heard the stories about Jean before. 

Brian, looking at his phone, tells them with terror things are even worse than they think. 

Across the world, we see Sentinels flying over cities, hunting down, and killing every Mutant they find, and blowing away anything and anyone who stands in their way. The sequence ends with a Sentinel flying over a baseball field, where a visible Mutant is playing with his little league team, only to die in terror. 

In Emma’s room, the four remaining X-Men stand over Scott and Emma’s catatonic bodies, Kitty and Roberto watching what’s happening across the world in horror on the former’s phone. 

They’re undermanned and under siege, but Storm remains coolheaded as she takes charge of the situation. The teachers here may not want to be X-Men, but they’re all still heroes. In their time of crisis, she knows they can count on them. She will be organizing and dispatching them, as well as herself and Sunspot, across the globe to protect as many areas as they can, and put the Sentinels down as quickly as possible. 

Jean is just as immediate an issue, however, and one which needs to be addressed. Much as she loves Jean as a friend, regardless of what he’s done, she knows Scott is the only one who even has a chance of helping her get control of herself before she goes full Dark Phoenix. Fortunately, as far as waking Scott, “...and Emma, I suppose”, up, the X-Men have two other telepaths on call. Kitty says she’s been in touch with them, so she’ll go and grab them, which is exactly what Storm was planning on. Laura meanwhile is to stay here and defend the other students while everyone else is away. 

STORM: “Outside myself, you are the strongest fighter we have right now. I know you will not let anything happen to your friends.” 

Laura promises she won’t fail. Kitty heads out first, saying she’ll let them know as soon as she’s picked up Betsy and Rachel. 

LAURA: “Perfect…who are Betsy and Rachel?” 

We cut to the balcony of a castle, where two women are enjoying tea underneath a beautiful, flawless blue sky. One of them is a Japanese-British woman with purple hair in knight’s armor, dressed in the colors of Britain’s flag, while the other is a butch ginger in what looks to be a mage’s outfit. 

BETSY: “What do you think, Rachel? We spend Christmas with your family and then Boxing Day with mine?” 

RACHEL: “I was moreso thinking we spend Christmas Eve with mine, Christmas with your, and then have your fake British holiday to ourselves.” 

BESTSY: “Rude. But also impossible. I have appearances to make all day on Christmas Eve.” 

RACHEL: “Oh, to have your problems.” 

BETSY: “They’re your problems now, too, my love.” 

As Betsy takes Rachel’s hands, we see wedding rings on both of them. 

A loud roar draws the two women’s attention, though neither seems particularly bothered. 

RACHEL: “Speaking of problems…”

BETSY: “Shall we finish our drinks first?”

RACHEL: “Nah, should probably get to work.” 

BETSY: “Well alright then.” 

The two fly into the air, conjuring a psionic sword and shield and spell circles, respectively, and fly into battle against a massive hydra, the camera panning out to show they’re in a medieval fantasy realm. 

We cut to space, panning out away from Earth to show just how small and insignificant it is. It’s on a moon which clearly isn’t our own where we find Jean, sobbing as she grows plant life all around her, only to make it wither and die in an endless loop. It’s seemingly this god’s equivalent of taking breaths. 

Her solitude is partially broken as someone speaks to her telepathically. 

“Hello, Jean. It means a lot that you’d contact me at a time like this. I’ve missed you.” 

Jean sniffles. “I’ve missed you too…Professor.” 

Across the globe, in major cities, suburbs, and remote villages, Storm, Sunspot, Warpath, Dani, Karma, Nightcrawler, Beast, Dazzler, and Northstar do battle against the Sentinels. And they’re not alone. Iceman, Colossus, Archangel, Jubilee, Rogue, and Gambit are all briefly shown taking out the Sentinels who’ve come for them. 

Despite all of the X-Men’s victories, back in her estate, Nova watches news reports of them, continuing to smile with smug confidence. 

In the Institute’s foyer…

JULIAN: “Get out of my way, Laura!” 

Laura is guarding the front door, with Julian screaming right in her face, the rest of the training squad and Bling! watching. 

LAURA: “Right now, it’s Wolverine. And no. The X-Men are handling the situation.” 

JULIAN: “They can’t be everywhere, and I’m not about to just stand around and do nothing while a bunch of religious flatscan nutjobs kill us!” 

Laura tells him he’s not ready, only for Nori to speed over and tell her it wasn’t so long ago she was being told that, but going out to fight Sabretooth anyway. Besides, they haven’t sparred all together since before the Hellfire mission - that changed them. 

NORIKO: “We’re not ready to be X-Men. Duh. But right now, if we can even take out one Sentinel, it’s worth whatever it costs.” 

Laura continues to sneer at her friends. 

LAURA: “I’m not letting you get yourselves killed.” 

Sofia flies over. 

SOFIA: “Laura, we can–” 

LAURA, snapping: “Don’t! Not you.” 

Sofia is hurt by Laura getting aggressive toward her, but ends up glaring back at her. Refusing to back away, Hellion, Surge, and Wind Dancer stare Wolverine down. Without another word, they all can see what’s coming, with the three students wrapping their hands in TK energy, electricity, and wind respectively, while Wolverine pops out her claws. 

BLING!: “Are these crazies about to fight?” 

CESSILY: “What? No. Of course not. We’re passed that. Right, guys?” 

BRIAN: “Please, please don’t fight.” 

Sooraya sighs. “They’re going to fight.” 

We cut away as the battle begins. 

We cut to Otherworld, where Betsy and Rachel are dusting themselves off, standing next to the dead body of the hydra they just defeated. Rachel flirts with Betsy, asking if she wants to get home and take off that dirty armor, while Betsy teases her by questioning why slaying monsters always seems to put her in the mood. 

RACHEL: “Duh. Cause I love watching you work.” 

BETSY: “Please. Do you know how many times I’ve heard that line?” 

RACHEL: “No, but I don’t really want to hear about your old suitors.” 

Rachel puts her arms around Betsy, leaning in for a kiss. 

BETSY: “There are definitely better uses of our time.” 

Betsy leans in to kiss her wife, but before she can, the two hear a portal open above them, the Blackbird flying through. 

The two look up, questioning what the X-Men are doing here, only for the plane to park in midair, and for Kitty to phase through the floor of it, plumbeting from the sky. 

KITTY, with the biggest grin: “RACHEEEEEEL!” 

Rachel’s eyes light up as she dons a wide grin. 

RACHEL: “KITTY!” 

Rachel blasts off into the sky, leaving Betsy to literally eat her dust. 

BETSY, coughing: “No reason to ever be jealous of her, you said.” 

Rachel catches Kitty, the two hugging in mid-air. They’ve missed each other so much! It feels like only yesterday they were battling warwolves and dealing with obnoxious Omniversal Majestrixes. 

Kitty’s smile eventually fades though. Much as she wishes she could be here to hang, they have a big problem back on Earth and they need their help. 

Out in space, Jean laughs with a psychic projection of Xavier’s head, the former telling the latter about the time Surge stowed away on a mission. 

XAVIER: “It seems like every class since the first and best has only gotten more rebellious. I do not envy your position.” 

Jean sighs, unable to maintain the jolly mood. Jean asks how things are with Queen Lilandra, with Xavier admitting he’s never been happier. He loves her, and he’s even come to love living in the Shi’Ar Empire. Xavier, in turn, asks how things are with Scott. 

Phoenix energy surrounds Jean as she tenses up and struggles to not cry. 

JEAN: “See for yourself.” 

Xavier reads her mind and becomes enraged. Jean can hear him slamming his fist. 

XAVIER: “That stupid boy! What was he thinking?!” 

Jean doesn’t understand. What’s wrong with her? She thought she was perfect, she thought she was doing everything right as a wife and partner and leader, so why, WHY, would he do this to her?! 

JEAN: “I want to just blame Emma. I want to just call her a damn seductress and wipe every trace of her off the face of the Earth, and go back to normal. But I looked into their minds. I haven’t been the one on Scott’s mind for a long, long time.” 

Xavier sighs. 

XAVIER: “Cyclops is a great man. But he is still only a man. And all men are flawed. All men make mistakes, be they small or large. I thought I raised him better than this. Whatever flaws he possessed, I never believed he would do something this foolish.” 

JEAN: “Neither did I…what should I do, Professor?” 

XAVIER: “You are a goddess among men, Jean. While what Scott’s done goes far beyond any basic standards of decency, you will never be able to find anyone who meets standards as high as your own. You can either reject this notion, continue to try and live your best possible life as a normal woman, and set yourself up for future disappointments, or you can embrace what you are. That choice is entirely your own, but they’re the only choices you have.” 

Jean hangs her head, not helped at all. 

JEAN: “Professor…tell me about Cassandra Nova.” 

In the institute, Wolverine continues to stare down Hellion, Surge, and Wind Dancer, the other kids afraid of what’s about to happen. 

Julian makes the first move, launching a TK wave at her, but Laura jumps into the air, allowing the wave to blow up the front entrance. Cessily, Sooraya, Brian, and Roxy all run to take cover. 

Before Laura can hit Julian, she’s swept away in mid-air by Sofia’s winds. She sends Laura flying toward a wall, but Laura just manages to flip herself off the wall and land back on her feet. Laura gives them one last chance to stop this and go back to their rooms before she has to hurt them, only to be answered with a fist to the face from Surge, Laura clearly shocked that Noriko’s gotten fast enough to just hit her like that. 

Moving as a blur, Nori proceeds to land hit after hit on Laura, coming at her from all over the place, landing bodyblows and punches to the face. 

Laura is able to quickly catch onto Nori’s pattern though, and kicks her upside the head, but in the split second she takes to move, Julian puts a TK shield around Nori, causing Laura to end up sending herself flying back on impact. 

Still not knocked off her feet, Laura seethes. 

LAURA: “Fine.” 

Laura rushes Sofia. Surge, still shiedled, moves to intercept her, hoping to pull off the same trick, but instead of hitting her, Laura grabs her and throws her down onto the floor, smashing through the tiles. Nori is seemingly unable to get back up. 

The lookers-on panic at the sight of this, Cessily shouting at Brian to tag himself and make everyone run away, but Julian, barely shielding himself from Laura’s attacks, tells them to stay out of this. 

JULIAN: “Sofia, get her off me so I can focus!” 

Sofia tries to blow Laura away with her winds, but Wolverine plants her feet in the floor with her foot spikes as she grabs Julian, puts him in a hold, and starts repeatedly stabbing at his stomach. His shield will break soon, and while stabbing this spot won’t kill him, he’ll be permanently injured. 

Laura suddenly lets go of Julian though, stumbling back as she groans. 

LAURA: “What did you–? 

SOFIA: “I compressed the air in your ears and popped it. Ms. Frost taught me that trick. We’ve learned a lot by actually studying.” 

Sofia blows Laura outside and, with Julian free from Laura, he flies outside and up into the air, and hits her with all the TK energy he’s got to slam her down into the ground face first and hold her down. 

JULIAN: “That’s three tons of force, Laura! I can hear your bones cracking and healing! This is what I can do!” 

To Julian’s shock, Laura actually starts standing up, the former nervous as it’s clear he can’t keep up this type of attack for long. Before Laura can make too much progress, however, Sofia flies up next to Julian and presses down on her with her winds, sending her back to her knees. 

SOFIA: “Hold back a little. We’re partners now. We do this together.” 

The two hold hands, thinking they have this fight won, but as Laura flashes back to Dr. Sarah Kinney saving her, and Laura’s subsequent murder of her, she finds the strength to propel herself out of the range of Julian and Sofia’s attacks. The two try to hit her again, but she’s too fast, successfully making it to the school building and scaling it in seconds,  Julian and Sofia panicking because with the angle she’s put herself at, they can’t attack her without attacking the school. 

LAURA: “This ends now.” 

With a running start, Laura launches herself off the roof to take the couple out in mid-air…only to be shot down by an electrical blast. Laura falls to the ground, shaking from being tazed. 

Julian and Sofia look down and see Noriko, standing in what used to be the doorway, leaning against some rubble with her fingers pointed like a gun. 

NORIKO: “I don’t know what she broke…but that was for breaking it.” 

Noriko passes out. 

The Blackbird comes through a portal, arriving back in the institute’s hangar bay. Kitty, Rachel, and Betsy get out of the plane, with Rachel determined to give Cyclops a piece of her mind once she’s stitched his mind back up. 

RACHEL: “Do I HAVE to fix the White Queen too?” 

KITTY: “Only because we may need her. Far as I’m concerned, she should stay locked up in her head.” 

The three meet up back in Emma’s bedroom, where Storm and an injured Roberto are waiting to greet them. 

KITTY: “You alright there, Beto?” 

ROBERTO: “I’m just relieved none of those things touched my face. I wouldn’t be able to carry on if they had.” 

Wolverine arrives, injured, dazed, and still healing from her fight. Storm questions what happened to her. Laura just snarls. 

KITTY: “Well, we wanted a Wolverine…” 

Storm makes quick, proper introductions, introducing Laura to Betsy Braddock AKA Captain Britain, and Rachel Summers AKA Prestige: the defenders of the multiverse. 

LAURA: “Wait…Summers?” 

RACHEL: “Cyclops and Jean are my parents.” 

Laura just tilts her head in confusion. 

Betsy pats her on the back 

BETSY: “Time travel, honey. We’ll explain later.” 

With everyone assembled, Storm hands out new marching orders. Rachel is to stay here, fix Scott and Emma’s minds, get them up, and find and save Jean, and defend the school if necessary. Betsy meanwhile will join herself, Kitty, Sunspot, and Laura in taking on and stopping Cassandra Nova, Kitty having managed to track her down by triangulating where the Sentinels were coming from. 

STORM: “Failure is not an option. Our people do not die today. To me, my X-Men!” 

Storm flies out of the room, Kitty, Sunspot, and Captain Britain following behind her, but Laura stays behind for a moment, hesitating, before running out. 

Out in space…

XAVIER: “Cassandra Nova…” 

Jean explains what they know about her, what she’s done and been doing, and who she claims to be. 

JEAN: “Is it true?” 

Xavier admits that, yes, Nova is his twin sister. In a sense. Conceived without a body, Cassandra made one for herself by copying his DNA to make her own body. She grew with him until she had fully formed hands and eyes, when she decided to try to kill him by attempting to strangle him with his own umbilical cord. 

JEAN: “She was BORN evil?” 

Xavier hangs his head. He defended himself by hitting her with a psychic blast, which caused his mother to have a miscarriage, resulting in Nova’s physical body being stillborn. Despite this, she  survived as chaotic cellular matter that clung to a sewer wall for decades, rebuilding her physical form and perfecting her effort to mimic human traits. She convinced herself that the womb in which the two of them had fought and the universe she now lived in were the same, a universe where only the two of them were real, and so she sought to destroy everything he held dear to break him free of the delusions he treasured. 

XAVIER: “I thought I’d dealt with her permanently the last time we met. I was wrong.” 

Jean is shocked both that the Professor would have kept this all a secret from thtm, and that he’s implying he’d tried to kill her. Xavier shouts back that she of all people does not get to judge him. She’s seen her power firsthand; she needed to be stopped. 

XAVIER: “Listen to me right now, Jean. You must go to Genosha immediately. Listen to what’s happening on Earth right now. Magneto cannot defend the Mutant nation alone. He needs you.” 

Xavier shouts at Jean again and again as she doesn’t answer him. Then, she starts laughing. 

XAVIER: “Jean?” 

“Not quite.” 

Jean’s green costume turns blood red as a grin spreads across her face and her flames become more wild and out of control. 

DARK PHOENIX: “You and Scott. Both liars. Both hypocrites. Both treacherous.” 

XAVIER: “Jean, stop this!” 

From across the universe, Dark Phoenix cackles as she inflicts psychic agony on Xavier. 

DARK PHOENIX: “You were right about one thing though, Charles. I am a goddess. All living among mortals will ever do is bring me pain. So I will be leaving for Genosha. To burn it along with the rest of the Earth, before I regrow the planet with a new species I have no connections to.” 

Xavier is helpless to do anything but moan in pain as his psychic projection disappears, the full Dark Phoenix aura emerges around Jean, and she begins flying back toward Earth. 

Part one of the finale ends as we cut between Storm and the others loading onto the Blackbird, the Sentinels continuing their attack, Nova remaining calm in her estate, Magneto proudly standing over several dead Sentinels on Genosha’s shores, and Dark Phoenix heading for Earth. 

TO BE CONTINUED...

[afterwards-extra]

|----- July 2024 Releases -----|

🟢​ : manga 🟣 : books 🟠 : graphic novels

2nd— 🟢 I Hear the Sunspot: Four Seasons V2 by Yuki Fumino

9th— 🟣 The Sky on Fire by Jenn Lyons

16th— 🟣 The Lost Story by Meg Shaffer 🟣 The Spice Gate by Prashanth Srivatsa

23rd— 🟢 Delicious in Dungeon V14 by Ryoko Kui 🟢​ The Wolf Is Not Scary by Rico Sakura

30th— 🟠 The Night Librarian by Chris Lincoln 🟢​ The Vampire and His Pleasant Companions V5 by Narise Konohara & illustrated by Marimo Ragawa

[alt-air]

January 2024 Reading Roundup

Hello world of 2024 welcome to my personal journal where i just recount how my month went while also providing my reading list. In the past I just listed each book in the order I read them but this year I'm going to try different formats and see which I like best. So lets begin:

How to describe January? January is the month of my birth so happy 28th to me. January is the month I finally started the process for HRT so I hope that everything goes well without issues. January is the month that I got the news that I am moving far far far away from my family and finally getting a little bit of freedom. January is also the month that marked 100 days (and counting) of the genocide of the Palestinians. 100+ days of inaction of world leaders who decided to side with greed, with colonialism, and with imperialism. I hope 2024 brings a free Palestine, freedom to all those suffering under occupation, and an end to Western hegemony.

Favorites of the month: Savage Legion, Jade Legacy, and the Merciful Crow duology

Standalone:

The Deep Sky by Yume Kitasei: ⭐⭐⭐⭐.5

In the Vanisher's by PalaceAliette de Bodard: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Chlorine by Jade Song: ⭐⭐⭐⭐.5

Of Knights and Books and Falling in Love by Rita A. Reubin: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Heart of Stone by Johannes T. Evans: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Series:

Savage Legion by Matt Wallace: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

This Poison Heart by Kalynn Bayron: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

This Wicked Fate by Kalynn Bayron: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Jade Legacy by Fonda Lee: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Merciful Crow by Margaret Owen: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Faithless Hawk by Margaret Owen: ⭐⭐⭐⭐.5

A Power Unbound by Freya Marske: ⭐⭐⭐⭐.5

Manga:

The Girl from the Other Side: Siúil, a Rún Vol. 8 - 12 by Nagabe: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

I Hear the Sunspot: Theory of Happiness by Yuki Fumino: ⭐⭐⭐⭐.5

I Hear the Sunspot Limit Vol. 1 - 3 by Yuki Fumino: ⭐⭐⭐⭐.5

I Hear the Sunspot: Four Seasons Vol. 1Yuki Fumino: ⭐⭐⭐⭐.5

[sunspotmangafan]

THANK YOU!!!!! I’ve been saying this a lot but I could not have phrased it better myself!!!!!!!

Their relationship is important, but not THE MOST important. That’s the individual stories that their relationship comes secondary to, but is no less the driving force behind the characters.

In all of sunspot, theory of happiness, limit and four seasons. With four seasons and limit being especially about the twos journeys in relationship to their relationship and themselves specifically (limit for kohei, and four seasons for Taichi)

They’re human, and this is a human story. And romance isn’t the defining part of us as people but it is important, it’s us as people and our sense of self and what makes us, us, our relationships (be it playing and/or romantic or what not) can help us, but it’s not all that we are. And with I hear the sunspot I find it very lovely and I appreciate how it goes down that route and how it expertly handles it.

Every week it becomes more apparent that some people don’t really understand the story that I Hear the Sunspot is telling. This series is first and foremost a story about disability, connection and finding oneself. There is romance, but it’s secondary. It’s about Kouhei—through his connection with Taichi—being able to accept his disability and finally be comfortable in his own skin, and Taichi—through his connection with Kouhei—finding his calling in life. Their connection is vital in the sense that it’s the catalyst for their individual journeys, but it is those individual journeys that drive the plot, not the romance. And it’s totally fine if that’s not what you’re looking for in a series, but maybe that just means that this particular story is not for you

*EDIT*: I want to make sure it’s clear that this is not me saying that the romance is unimportant, bc it’s not. It’s just not what drives the story

[yaoi-life2021]

#SERIES

Title (in sequent):

I Hear the Sunspot

I Hear the Sunspot: Theory of Happiness

I Hear the Sunspot: Limit

Mushoku Toumei [Hidamari ga Kikoeru] (Side story)

I Hear the Sunspot: Four Seasons

Japanese:

ひだまりが聴こえる

ひだまりが聴こえる -幸福論-

ひだまりが聴こえる -リミット-

無色透明「ひだまりが聴こえる」番外編

ひだまりが聴こえる -春夏秋冬-

Author: Yuki Fumino

Category: #Manga

Status: #Ongoing

Genre: #Drama; #PureLove; #SchoolLife; #SliceOfLife

Tags: Disability; Jealousy; Loner; University Students

Description:

Stunningly handsome Kohei Sugihara was outgoing and popular with the girls at school. But when a sudden illness left him with partial hearing loss, he grew quiet and reluctant to engage with others and often alone. That is until he meets the outspoken and cheerful Taichi. He tells Kohei that his hearing loss is not his fault. Taichi’s words cut through Kohei’s usual defense mechanisms and open his heart

“You rescued me from a world without sound. If it wasn’t for you, I never would’ve known the world was such an amazing place!”

But after meeting the exceedingly cheerful Taichi, he gradually begins to embrace a more positive outlook on life. Kohei eventually begins to see Taichi as more than a friend, and after he finally confesses his love to Taichi, the feelings become mutual.

As the series progresses, Kohei continues on as a student, while Taichi makes his way out into the working world to pursue his own calling and the two begin a new life together! The pair tries to balance their budding relationship alongside Taichi’s inspiring new career and Kohei’s continued studies. But things don’t always go as planned. One day, seemingly out of nowhere, Kohei announces that maybe they should spend some time apart.

Mushoku Toumei [Hidamari ga Kikoeru] (Side story)

This is the story of the encounter between the Chiba brothers and Nobutaka Tendo.

Where to Read:

English - https://www.onepeacebooks.com/jt/Sunspot.html

Japanese

I Hear the Sunspot(1 volume)

CMOA - https://www.cmoa.jp/title/93597/

Renta! - https://renta.papy.co.jp/renta/sc/frm/item/168370/

I Hear the Sunspot: Theory of Happiness (1 volume)

CMOA - https://www.cmoa.jp/title/117347/

Renta! - https://renta.papy.co.jp/renta/sc/frm/item/168388/

I Hear the Sunspot: Limit (3 volume)

CMOA - https://www.cmoa.jp/title/139227/

Renta!

Vol 1 - https://renta.papy.co.jp/renta/sc/frm/item/168405/

Vol 2 - https://renta.papy.co.jp/renta/sc/frm/item/177480/

Vol 3 - https://renta.papy.co.jp/renta/sc/frm/item/214754/

Mushoku Toumei (Side Story)

English - not available

Japanese

CMOA - https://www.cmoa.jp/title/199829/

Renta - https://renta.papy.co.jp/renta/sc/frm/item/213389/

I Hear the Sundpot: Four Seasons

CMOA - https://www.cmoa.jp/title/235040/

Renta! - https://renta.papy.co.jp/renta/sc/frm/item/240159/

[sunspotmangafan]

Rn, as of Four seasons 2, Sudo is so unikable I kinda love him it’s so funny like you’re stubborn, homophobic, and heavily hate my boy Taichi for no reason, pick a struggle my guy lmaooo. So here’s some memes!

Of course I hear the sunspot, Four seasons 2 spoilers ahead!!

Like my guys so pathetic I love it I can’t wait to learn more about him and how he’s gonna play into the plot, especially with taichi’s arc.

[whump-a-la-mode]

Maybe, if you have any extra time, would you consider doing a continuation of the good villain rehab center prompt??? 🥺

🥺 I loved writing that one. Here you go! Just as a heads up, I’m going to start making prompt fills like this a little shorter, just because they’re starting to pile up a little. I wanna make sure I can answer all of them!

Thank you so much for the request!! Continued from here. This one is fluffy but also just a little sad.

CW//Hospital setting, pill mention, nausea mention, low self esteem

Visiting hours were from one to four.

That was the first thing Villain learned about the Supervillain Memorial Villainous Recovery Center, or, as it was far more commonly known, for the sake of brevity, the RC. That visiting hours were from one to four.

They could not help but hear the fact, echoing in their mind, as they glanced to the clock. Half after noon.

Half an hour.

Lunch was served at noon sharp-- they had learned that, too. Villain glanced down at the plate, sitting on the desk before them. It had been picked clean, to the point of nigh-spotlessness, leaving behind only the smeared residue of sauces and spices.

Two days. Three, they supposed, now, since the clock’s hands had already passed well into the afternoon. Three days, spent at the RC.

72 hours. Not counting the time they’d spent without their consciousness intact.

They sighed, placing down their fork-- a real, metal fork-- and listening to its soft clatter against the porcelain dishware.

Visiting hours were from one to four. Meaning that, in half an hour, Hero would be there. They’d grown familiar with, though not particularly fond of, the knock on their door-- the age-old call: “Villain, you have a visitor.”

Lunchtime had quickly become their least favorite time of day.

Things were peaceful before food was served. They woke up when wakefulness stirred them, spurred by no alarm, human or otherwise. The room was... comfortable. Light coaxed its way between the shades of their closed blind, leaving sunspots on the wood-paneled floor.

Though they awoke alone, when they emerged from bed, it was never long before someone came to see them. Doctor, it had been so far. A face they had learned to find kind and welcoming, even if their movements still made them uneasy.

Every day, the doctor would coax a light knocking upon their door, greeting them with a soft call of ‘good morning.’ They would ask how they had slept, how they were doing.

It was always the less practical questions that came before those of a medical nature. ‘Have you been feeling well?’ ‘Is there anything you need?’ ‘Would you like some tea?’

Then came the medical questionnaire-- a short affair of simple ‘yes’s’ and ‘no’s.’ Yes, their head still hurt. No, they weren’t having any trouble breathing. Yes, they were drinking their water. And their pills. Based upon the doctor’s warm, content smile, Villain’s recovery was going well, though they never mentioned the way that the taste of smoke refused to remove itself from the back of their tongue.

And, finally, the apologies.

To Doctor, Villain’s living conditions must have seemed to be torturous, considering the way they spoke of them.

“I’m so sorry you have to stay in here. Your doctors want a clean bill of health before you move to the main wing. It’s flu season, they say. Something like that could land you in the hospital while your lungs are still weak.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe you could come visit with the nurses for a while... Oh, you must be so lonely. Are you sure there’s no one you want to call?”

“You aren’t getting bored, are you? The library is just down the street, are there any books you want? There’s a TV in the employee lounge...”

Yet, despite their countless worries, each and every one went unfounded. Villain’s room was a cell, yes. The door was locked. The window was bolted shut. They were a prisoner, and they knew that.

But, inexplicably, they were happy. On the first day, they had gone so far as to wonder if their food had been tampered with. They’d soon found otherwise, however. There was a far less sinister explanation.

They were simply happy. Perhaps not euphoric. Not overjoyed. But... content.

The time they spent in their cell was serene. Staring out over the window, watching the ocean play, the flowers in the botanical garden flash their extravagant petals. On the second day, when their fatigue had receded, they had obliged one of the doctor’s many offers. A book from the library.

Later that day, a chatty intern had brought in five, jabbering about how they didn’t know how fast of a reader Villain was.

So far, they’d only gotten through one, flipping leisurely through its pages. There was something nearly overwhelming about the experience. Letting the words flow to their mind as waves whorled in the ocean outdoors.

Prisoner or not, they were happy. They enjoyed their cell. There was room to roam, room to breathe. They couldn’t remember the last time they had been able to simply pause. To let every part of them relax.

And, during most of the day, they did relax.

Except during visiting hours. One to four.

Villain’s gaze glanced to the clock. 12:45.

Three days they’d been in the RC. Three days Hero would visit. Even if the hour had no struck yet, there was no doubt in their mind that the hero would be there, right on time, smiling and bringing gifts. The first day, it had been cookies. The second, a handful of candies. Today, they’d promised a brownie.

Villain never ate the food. It went right in the trash, every piece of it. It wasn’t an act of spite, not an act of distrust. But an act of nausea. When Hero left after their visits, they had no desire to eat.

Hero was... nice. That was undeniable. They entered with a grin and left with one, even as it fluttered throughout their meeting. Never had they uttered to Villain an insulting word, an aggressive tone. That was exactly the problem.

Why?

Why hadn’t they harmed them?

By name alone, the RC would have made any villain keep far from its walls. A recovery center was certainly a misnomer, a joke at those inside. Those being held captive, broken down and shattered into fiberglass particles of themself.

Because the heroes were evil. They were in the wrong. Regardless of what they said, regardless of what the public thought, it was the villains who were fighting the good fight. Any facility they had control over was certainly a torture chamber, intent on inflicting nothing but suffering on those inside.

Not bringing them tea and library books.

During visiting hours, from one to four, Villain would hardly speak. They allowed Hero to do that for them-- even as they asked them questions, requested their input, nudged them for anecdotes. There were no words that villain could say that would sound right.

So, they listened. Listened to the hero’s stories, how their day had gone, what stupid think their drunk teammates had done last weekend. Yet, they never strayed to topics of villainy. Never to topics of work. When such things would come up, they were brushed over with professional efficiency. ‘Then we fought downtown, but you’ll never guess how Teammate managed to set off the fire alarm.’

Because they didn’t care. Hero didn’t care.

They didn’t care that they were speaking to a villain. One who had caused untold harm, unending, ceaseless, meaningless destruction. Every time they prompted Villain to speak, they struggled to open their mouth. To let a stream of apologies spill forth, greater than the ocean outside their window.

But, not a single word would emerge. Because it wouldn’t be enough.

In the Supervillain Memorial Villainous Recovery Center, Villain was recovering. That was the problem.

They didn’t deserve it.

[bentomodachi]

Illustration from sensei's twitter to celebrate the release of chapter 8 of I hear the sunspot - four seasons -

[lgbtqmanga]

New Releases April 18, 2023

Barbarities vol. 2 by Tsuta Suzuki

After Joel flatly turned down his bodyguard’s aggressive advances, things have grown cold between the two men. But when Simon, the former king’s brother, returns, everyone is on high alert. Simon wants the crown for himself and he’s even willing to partner with the kingdom’s enemies to take it. If Joel and Adam are to stop him, they’ll need to get over their differences and work together. But can Adam put aside his intense feelings for Joel?

Catch These Hands! vol. 4 by murata

There’s something different about what Soramori means by “like” and what Takabe means by “like” — but can the two come closer nonetheless? See how their unique love story will unfold in the final volume of this heartwarming ex-delinquent yuri comedy!

Does it Count if You Lose Your Virginity to an Android? vol. 1 by Yakinikuteishoku

Beautiful, brainy Tsuda Akane is indispensable at the robotics manufacturer where she works, but her colleagues never saw her private side. At home, Akane’s a hot mess with an apartment that looks more like a landfill than a living space. When she drunkenly orders a maid to help her tidy up, the lady android who arrives is a horny hottie that’s about to give Akane more service than she bargained for!

The Executioner and Her Way of Life vol. 2  by Mato Sato, Ryo Mitsuya, and nilitsu

In order to kill Akari, Menou follows Orwell’s orders and boards a train to Garm. Unbeknownst to her, terrorists bent on capturing the princess Ashuna sneak onboard. Will Menou be able to deal with these unexpected foes on the runaway train, or has she met her match?

I Hear the Sunspot: Four Seasons vol  by Yuki Fumino

Kohei Sugihara, college student with hearing loss, and Taichi Sagawa, his ever-optimistic former classmate, met in a chance encounter that ignited an undeniable spark that would eventually blossom into love.

Now it’s spring and as Kohei nears graduation, his search for a job begins. Meanwhile, Taichi finds himself in charge of someone new at work. Life is busier than ever, but all in all, things seem to be looking up for the pair. That is, until the sudden appearance of Ena, one of Kohei’s old flames.

Love is an Illusion vol. 2 by Fargo

It might be said that omega Hye-sung has an attitude problem. His life as an alpha has been turned completely on its head thanks to meeting Dojin, except unfortunately for him, his life is about to get even more uncertain… When Hye-sung gets sick, a quick trip to the doctor results in a life-changing surprise for them both. Dojin is ready to take responsibility, but is Hye-sung willing to cooperate?

The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady vol. 4 (novel) by Piero Karasu

After receiving the right to succession, Euphyllia is facing a future where she becomes ruler, while Anisphia is released from her obligations and continues her research. How will this affect the future of Palettia—and Anis and Euphie’s blossoming relationship?

Sasaki and Miyano First-Years vol. 1 (novel) by Shou Harusono and Kotoko Hachijo

Welcome one and all—to the fabulous life and times of Sasaki, Miyano, and their closest companions! Ever wondered how Kuresawa met his girlfriend? Want to find out if Miyano and Kuresawa were always friends? Or contemplated just why Miyano and Hirano are so close? The answers to these questions—and many more—will be revealed in Sasaki and Miyano: First Years!

The Vexations of a Shut-In Vampire Princess vol. 4 (novel) by Kotei Kobayashi 

With the conclusion of the Six Nations War, Komari’s life finally starts to settle down...or so she thinks! At the behest of Karla Amatsu, a commander from Heavenly Paradise, Komari is sent as an envoy to a far eastern nation where a major crisis lies in wait! Will this vampire princess ever catch a break?

[maewestside]

ALL ACCESS: Memorable One-Liners by Arnold Schwarzenegger and Other Wits in Good Company at Oscar Shindigs… by heidi siegmund cuda, aka @maewestside

The best part about most of my friends being illiterati is they’ll never know the loving things I write about them. I’m free to cherish their every brilliant utterance and put it on wax, without them ever realizing their pal’s a fangirl.

I was an L.A. Times nightlife columnist for 15 years while also working as an investigative producer for tv news, and most of my friends never knew what I did. Many are creatives who spin tapestries of music and art to their own brilliant beats. So it was never, “Hi, my name’s So and So, and I went to Harvard… (in other words, a typical Bif).”

It was always more like, “Hey. I know you! Didn’t I see you at Rancid last week?”

And the answer invariably was, “Yes!!! You’re friends with …. (insert name of dopeass bass player here).”

And that’s just how it was. And really, still is. It might be years before we found out who did what for a living, because it simply never mattered. We were fireflies of the scene, glowing individually, basking in each other’s shine, and living for music. And many of us never stopped.

The scene once again is getting richer and richer as we rebuild it brick by brick, just like we did post-’92 uprising, when the nights went dark, and only the bravehearts continued to creep into the noir, never ceasing to discover music in even the worst shiteholes or down the sketchiest alleys.

(Remind me to tell you about seeing CJ Ramone last month at the Moose Lodge in Lancaster, with Johnny Madcap opening and Tony Bee and his son in the pit. I could smell the memories of Al’s Bar in the expanding foam insulation exploding out of the paneled ceiling. Good flippin times).

I remember the day a cretin took the music away from me. Told me I had bad taste. Killed the music from my words. Shrug. I never stopped going to shows. Never stopped enjoying my bad taste. Never stopped loving music, and thanks to the magic of the interweb, I can still share my so-called backstage life in ink.

Even when I stopped columnizing for the L.A. Times and other music papers and mags, I remained on most of the right lists, and all the wrong ones.

In honor of Oscar party season, I’m going to try to cue up a few of my favorite memories without having to think too hard. (It’s late, and we’re in the middle of a Revolution):

In order of no particular import:

That time a besotted and shvitzing Chris Farley hit on me while I was wearing a $20 Contempo Casual Dress, cuz when you’re in your 20s, you can rock a cheap dress. Despite being flattered at his taste in poorly attired scribes, I was at Sir Elton John’s party and on the clock for Entertainment Weekly. An all-nighter did not include watching the brilliant Farley abuse himself with drogas, while transcribing all the goings on at all the parties I crashed. I was actually on most of the guest lists but as these evenings would unfold, you’d hear about the private parties and celebrity soirees and if you looked good in a cheap dress, you could get into anything anywhere in Hollywood.

That was the year (‘93ish?) that I met me chums Jeff Kravitz and Johnny Dodd on the circuit, who then became my Oscar night running mates. (Kravitz also recalls the dress.)

Year after year, fate just kept on happening.

I made a point to try to never miss an Elton John AIDS Foundation party. Sir Elton not only gave out the best swag, but it was the easiest party to let your hair down because the cause is so good and everyone loves Sir Elton (among the many reasons I love him: my gnome fetish).

Prolly it was the Sir Elton party of ’98 when I showed up with a bandaid on my face. I’d long ago left the $20 dresses behind in favor of combat gear, i.e., comfortable platform boots that could take me up and the down the bleachers at the ceremony, backstage to any Governor’s Balls, off to Sir Elton’s party, and hit two or four others parties throughout the night, until passing out on my typer after faxing in the copy. I kid you not.

By the middle late 90s, we were emailing, but nevertheless, there I was with the bandaid on my face, having just removed a sunspot right in time in for the Oscars, when I heard the unmistakable voice of The Terminator: “That’s the best accessory I’ve seen all night.”

His lovely then wife Maria Shriver laughing sweetly by his side at my anti-glam non-statement.

Dem were the daze.

I recall interviewing Mike Meyers at a Sir Elton party, and feeling bad I’d bothered him because he was such an earnest, sweet man, taking great pains to give me a thoughtful answer to whatever dopey question EW had cued up for me that night (like, “What’s your favorite summer jam?”).

I remember asking Bono what he thought of MP3s at the House of Blues. Neither of us knew what we were taking about. Ah, the ‘90s. Someday, when we’re all dead, I’ll be able to write the real truth. (Like that night in ’94 we blew off Clapton just to hear Robert Downey Jr. play piano all night at the Hotel Bel Air or was it the Mondrian? I’ll have to ask Billy Zane; he bought the rounds that night.)

Gee whiz, so many good times. I got a posse of women and my friend Cesar into Jamie Foxx’s Oscar Party at the Vine Street Lounge, the night Foxx won for “Ray.” We got to hear him play piano while shimmying and basking in gratitude.

The nights with Denzel and friends will always be my favorites. 

I recall celebrating the glow of Denzel Washington, two times. First, when I crashed his Oscar party at the restaurant Georgia on Melrose (’93ish?), and spent the night chillin with a pair of Wayans and Kravitz, who tipped me off to the shindig.

And then there was the second Denzel party, where I was actually on the list. It was at the Sunset Social Club and it was the dopest guest list since Hole played the Viper Room acoustic (and me and Tom Hanks wept like babies at Courtney’s vulnerability).

I remember the night I almost missed the Oscar party Ian Shrager threw at the Mondrian (’97ish?) because a rock star pal could not pull herself together.

Yes, there were also some debacles, like the night I was too verklempt to speak (it was 2006ish and the Oscars fell on a day during the Iraq War where images of American prisoners of war were haunting the telly. Famed publicist Steve Valentine gallantly stepped in and helped me get through the night, even scoring a lovely tribute quote to the soldiers from Paris Hilton. The same Steve Valentine who let me crash Denzel’s first Oscar party a decade earlier.

So many memories. 

This year, my dress is from Vivian’s Boutique in the Palisades, part of a gifting suite a producer pal is putting together. She picked the tulle, seam foam confection. It’s a color I haven’t worn since prom night, and I’m wearing it in honor of her, for reading my script when she was sick over the holidays and making a movie with my team.

See you in the pit.

*****

Heidi Siegmund Cuda is an author, columnist, producer and screenwriter, who is directing her first feature film this year. Below, the author at Jamie Foxx’s Oscar Party, 2005, Vine Street Lounge. Photo by Cesar Hernandez).

[pcwpolwrestling]

Rah/Jack Fraiser (w/Oootlander Blaire Rendell) vs. Couch Potato/Dick Van Damn w/Mgr. R.J. Flack: PCW Online Special

PCW HOUSE SHOW Buffalo, New York Taped Saturday February 11th, 2017Announcers: Johnny Suave and Colleen Crowder

(Cut to the ring)

Kimber Marshall nods and raises the microphone to her lips.

Kimber Marshall: Ladies and gentlemen. Our second match will be a one fall, twenty minute time limit. Already in the ring, Manager E.J. Flack!

E.J. Flack

E.J. Flack: My name is E.J. Flack. I am here tonight to help this young tag team learn how to-

NARFLE THE GARTHOK!

E.J. Flack: That’s right. I am not here to change tradition. I am not here to pursue an agenda- well, I am in the fact that I want The Couch Potato and Dick Van Damn to become the best professional wrestler they can be. I am here in PCW because it’s a challenge and E.J. Flack eats challenges for breakfast, lunch, dinner, midnight snacks, or general grazing. Dick Van Damn and The Couch Potato have had to learn how to eat different situations. They’ve had to learn how not to back down from tasks that appear impossible. They’ve had to learn that the only way to succeed is to out-care, out-give, and out-how everyone else here in PCW. They’ve had to learn to-

NARFLE THE GARTHOK!

E.J. Flack: Sometimes in life, you have to face the big monster thingy. Sometimes in life, you have to take on something that’s bigger than you even if its huge tusks can shred you to bits in seconds…even if its jagged teeth can tear through you like a hot knife through warm butter. Sometimes when you’re climbing life’s mountain and come up against insurmountable odds, you have to…

NARFLE THE GARTHOK!

NARFLE THE GARTHOK!

Kimber Marshall: Introducing first…

Dick Van Damn marches on stage. He tries to do a spinning kick but he loses his balance and nearly goes flying off the stage.

Kimber Marshall: From Coldwater, Michigan. DICK. VAN. DAMNMMMMMMMM!

DVD raises his arms and bounds off the stage…and nearly trips. He catches his balance and makes his way forward.

Kimber Marshall: And his partner. Hailing from Michigan City, Indiana. The COUCH POTATO!

The three hundred pound plus Couch Potato ambles on stage to a shower of Twinkies thrown by the crowd. He tries to snag as many of them as he can out of the air.

Johnny Suave (v/o): DVD and the Couch Potato teaming up together on PCW Extreme Political TV tonight.

Colleen Crowder (v/o): Couch Potato really needs to listen to Michelle Obama and go on a diet…and exercise. That food isn’t good for him and sitting in front of a television all day.

Kimber Marshall: And their opponent.

The video screen comes to life:

It’s 1946 in the Scottish Highlands.

On the hill of Craigh na Dun, British nurse Blaire Rendell hears the tell-tale buzzing sound as she approaches the standing stones. This makes her very happy.

Blaire Rendell (Scottish accent): Soon, I’ll be back with my true love Jamie and I will be truly happy once again in eighteen century Scotland.

Blaire goes to the standing stones where the buzzing sound gets louder and louder. Soon she faints and falls to the ground. When she wakes up…

Blaire Rendell: JAMIE! JAMIE? JAM-AHHGH!

Voice (Canadian dialect): It’s about time you got here, eh?

…Blaire becomes aware that she’s on stage with Jack Fraiser.

Blaire Rendell: Oh son of a bitch. Not again.

Blaire looks disgusted by the whole situation.

Fraiser reaches into his bag and pulls out a bottle of Molson.

Jack Fraiser: Molson?

Blaire rips the bottle out of his hand, opens it up with her teeth, and chugs the beer.

Kimber Marshall: From Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. Accompanied to the ring by Ooootlander Blaire Rendell. Weighing in tonight at two hundred and five pounds…and three cans of Molson…JACK FRAYYY-ZURRRREEEE!

Fraiser holds up his can of Molson.   Blaire’s already finishes her bottle.

Johnny Suave (v/o): This is our first look at Jack Fraiser and his Oootlander.

Colleen Crowder (v/o): She is not his Ooootlander. That would infer that Blaire is somehow the property of Jack Fraiser. The only reason she’s here due to some quirk in the time space continuum that keeps depositing her to Saskatoon of all places.

Johnny Suave (v/o): Why don’t you go guzzle a couple of those Molsons Miss Snarkypants.

Kimber Marshall: And his-

Blair is interrupted by a man dressed in an expensive suit and bow-tie. He bumps her out of the way and tells Kimber to take a temporary powder while he’s been given the honor and privilege of introducing a living deity.

The announcer guy then hushes the crowd.

Announcer Guy (in a voice not unlike Michael Buffer): Ladies and gentlemen. I present to you the almost universally-worshipped king of the sun gods of all creation. He commands the chariot that rode across the sky during the day. He is the great, fiery globe in the sky, a welcome, nurturing presence to honor the season. He is the inspiration for those who would throw virgins into the gaping maw of a volcano – perhaps an Icelandic volcano – even though such shenanigans haven’t been acceptable since the 1950s. And just for your reference, he is, for 32 years in a row, proven to be one of UC San Diego‘s most enduring traditions in the Sun God festival- an all-day music festival celebrated by more than 20,000 students, alumni and friends. But that’s not important.

The lights turn off and a small spotlight illuminates the stage. First out, a group of former Arizona State sorority sisters walk out taking selfies of themselves on their cell phones and then texting them onto their twitter accounts. Next, two men follow carrying a golden sedan chair holding a six foot seven inch, two hundred and eighty pound man dressed in long flowing robes to the ring. Rah’s minions Bob Nye- Foot Fetish Guy, former children’s show host Happy Mango, former pro wrestler Baron Von Munchke- master of the claw hold, and some guy dressed as Captain Obvious follow.

Announcer Guy: Either way, you should thank your lucky stars and kiss his royal ass for gracing you with his presence here tonight. I give to you…the Sunshine God…RAAAAAAAAH!

Johnny Suave (v/o): RAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Colleen Crowder (v/o): Is any of this really necessary for an undercard match? The ring entrances are going to last longer than the actual match.

The procession winds its way to the ring. The camera pans over to the sorority sisters. They continue to make obnoxious faces, like the duck face expression among others, and take multiple selfies.

Colleen Crowder (v/o): And that Bob Nye-Foot Fetish Guy had better stay away from my feet. I just had a pedicure last night.

The sound of chair moving back.

Colleen Crowder (v/o): What are you doing?

Johnny Suave (v/o): HEY BOB! COLLEEN GOT A PEDI LAST NIGHT!

Colleen Crowder (v/o): NO!

The procession stops at the ring steps and Rah climbs out of his golden sedan chair. He takes in the acclamation from the crowd and climbs into the ring.

And Bob Nye-Foot Fetish Guy looks longingly at Colleen’s feet.

Colleen Crowder (v/o): Son of a bitch. THIS IS YOUR FAULT JOHNNY!

Johnny Suave (v/o): Referee Davey Keels will be the man in the ring. He checks out all four men.

Keels goes over to check the Sunshine God, but the second he begins to touch Rah, Rah immediately shoves him back. The Sunshine deity begins yelling at Hortega for touching the living embodiment of the sun itself.

Johnny Suave (v/o): Or tries to, at least. And we are almost ready to go.  Hold on!

The PCW fans throw their semi-traditional shower of Twinkies into the ring- like the tradition of throwing streamers into the ring before a match.

PCW ring technicians quickly swoop in to clear the ring and fight Couch Potato for as many Twinkies as they can grab.

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SPECIAL INTERNET ONLY MATCHThe Couch Potato and Dick Van Damn with Manager E.J. Flack vs. Rah! with his entourage and Jack Fraiser with his Oootlander Blaire Rendell Referee: Davey Keels

Couch PotatoHT: 5’ 11” WT: 306 / HOME: Michigan City, IN Dick Van DamnHT: 5-11” WT: 200 / HOME: Coldwater, MI / FIN: Van Dammit-ator

Jack Fraiser- HT: 6”3” WT: 205 / HOME: Saskatoon, Saskatchewan / FIN: Beer RunRah!: The Sunshine God –HT: 6’ 8” WT: 295 HOME: San Diego, CA / FIN: Eye of RAHHHHHHH!

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Keels motions to the bell keeper and the match begins.

Johnny Suave (v/o): It’ll be Jack Fraiser and Dick Van Damn to start off.

Flack claps his hands and gets the crowd going.

NARFLE THE GARTHOK!

Van Damn lurchs forward. Collar and tie hook up. Van Damn goes behind but Fraiser elbows him in the face. Fraiser to the ropes. Van Damn tries to do the splits and…

Johnny Suave (v/o): Ooooh.

…but doesn’t quite get there. Stuck like a sitting duck. Fraiser goes basement dropkick and delivers two boots to the face.

Johnny Suave (v/o): Oooooh.

Colleen Crowder (v/o): Ow.   Points for effort. But ow.

Fraiser takes Van Damn by the hair and slams him head first into the turnbuckle. Van Damn turns one eighty and stumbles back out. Fraiser takes the arm and goes to whip into the opposite corner. Van Damn holds on and tries to reverse. Fraiser reverses the reverse. Van Damn tries to reverse the reverse of the reverse…and it basically looks like they’re square dancing.

Johnny Suave (v/o): Swing your partner round and round…

Finally, Fraiser kicks Van Damn in the gut.

Johnny Suave (v/o): …kick him in the stomach…

Fraiser takes Van Damn by the back of the head and runs forward, slamming him head first to the mat.

Johnny Suave (v/o): …and throw him to the ground.

Colleen Crowder (v/o): So when does the kid from Deliverance show up?

Fraiser tags Rah in. The Sunshine God steps over the top rope and waits for Van Damn to stand up. Van Damn does and slowly turns. Rah rushes forward and clocks him with a running boot. Rah then pulls Van Damn back up, slings him over the shoulder, and then heaves him face first into the top turnbuckle.

Johnny Suave (v/o): Sunspot!

Van Damn staggers backwards.   The Deity of the Sun spins him around and grabs him by the neck, lifts, and delivers a ring shaking choke slam.

Johnny Suave (v/o): Solstice Slam!

Flack is on the ring apron imploring Van Damn on.   He looks for Van Damn’s tag partner but Couch Potato is on the floor eating Twinkies and posing for selfies with the former Arizona State sorority sisters in Rah’s entourage.

Rah whips Van Damn to the ropes *BONK* and right into an iron skillet wielded by Fraiser’s Oootlander Blaire Rendell. Van Damn woozily slow walks back to the middle of the ring and he runs right into the Sunshine God. Rah turns to his faithful worshipers and signals it’s time to sacrifice Van Damn to the Temple of the Sunshine God.

Colleen Crowder (v/o): What is he doing?

Johnny Suave (v/o): Er…he’s…signaling it’s time to sacrifice Van Damn to the Temple of the Sunshine God?

Rah places Van Damn’s head between his legs and looks towards the heavens with arms stretched out soaking in the praise and worship of his followers.

Colleen Crowder (v/o): Well, okay then. Where’s his partner?

Couch Potato’s arms are full of Twinkies. His mouth is full of Twinkies. He continues to pose with the former sorority girls as they take selfie after selfie at ringside- while eating Twinkies.

Colleen Crowder (v/o): Oh.

After receiving the necessary strength from his faithful, Rah picks up Van Damn and throws him back down onto the canvas.

Colleen Crowder (v/o): Jackknife powerbomb?

Johnny Suave (v/o): EYE OF RAHHHHHHHHHHH!

Rah puts a boot on Van Damn’s chest and looks towards the heavens once more as he soaks in the praise an affection of the PCW Universe because they’ve just seen Rah unleash his wrath upon a non-believer.

OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!

Keels slides in for the count.

One.

Two.

Three.

*DING DING*

Kimber Marshall rolls into the ring for the final decision.

Kimber Marshall: Your winners- Jack Fraiser and RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Johnny Suave (v/o): Rah and Jack Fraiser pick up the win here tonight on PCW Extreme Political TV-

Colleen’s high pitched scream interrupts.

Colleen Crowder (v/o): WHAT ARE YOU DOING BOB? GET AWAY! GO!

(Cut back to the broadcast desk)

Colleen throws a fit as, somehow, Bob Nye-Foot Fetish Guy has found his way underneath the broadcast desk to admire her feet.

Suave tries to suppress his laughter.

Tomorrow Night on PCW Extreme Political TV

PCW Tag Team #1 Contender’s Match:The Green World Order (‘Extreme Vegan’ Brock Cole Lee/’Radishing’ Rick Rube) vs. The Sports Entertainment Corporation (A.J. Alabama/Stevie ‘War’ Eagles)

PCW Heartland Title Match:Champion Charlie Blackwell (Les Miserables) vs. Challenger Gator Bates (Sports Entertainment Corporation)