#ming rays

[spaceseawitch-art]

I originally didn't think I would remake these [link1] [link2] [link3] from BAMM 2016 in digital, because I liked how they looked in traditional. But when I first got a spot in an artist alley in my country, I got the great idea to make beyblade stickers, so I did and also added Takao and Max to complete the main character line (although I didn't print Ming2 nor Borya, because I wasn't sure if people would recognize them, but I still digitalized them)

Turns out most people don't remember Beyblade anymore here :'v lmao, or never saw it, so they didn't sell that well, but I like how they look anyway

(I'd sell them overseas, but I have no clue how to do that from here in the middle of LatAm, especially with current global events lol)

[alipanahova]

Pokemon X Beyblade🙃💫

[thatswhatsushesaid]

when your quest to avenge your broken chopsticks is going according to plan:

the situation is completely under control. no regrets

maybe one (1) regret

[kaiisgenshinantics]

i think they would get along

[poetry-protest-pornography]

Having a lot of thoughts about how some people are talking about Ming, and how some of y'all talked about Ray, and how the way you talk about those characters said a lot about the life you've had and the people you've known, and the relationships you've had.

I had a whole conversation with Mia about this, and I'll expand later, but it is actually keeping me from being able to sleep thinking about this.

[clowncroccharms]

i love ming. like don’t get me wrong, i love joe, too, but i always get so attached to the mean little guys who go through trauma and don’t know how to handle it besides locking it away and building walls to make everyone stay away. ming, vegas, ray, they could never make me hate you 😙

[celestialcreativity]

Meet my new OCs! Ray-Ling and Ming-Ming! They part of my Assassin!Omi AU! 🤩

Lore & context behind them:

They are assassins just like Omi is. After Omi killed his mom, he disbanded the clan, and dismissed every assassin ever. However those two only remained. They GREATLY respect and love Omi and follow him wherever he goes. They call him Master Omi but he finds them greatly annoying and tell em to scram. But they won’t since he’s their new master now since he killed their old one and now he can’t give rid of them. XD

Ray-Ling and Ming-Ming have a brother and sister bond and compete and fight over everything, even Omi! 🤣

[jazzdailyblog]

Ray Drummond: The Bulldog of Jazz Bass

Introduction: When discussing the finest jazz bassists, Ray Drummond stands out as a true giant. Known for his versatile style and masterful technique, Drummond has carved out an extraordinary career as a performer, composer, and educator. Over the decades, he has lent his rich, resonant bass tone to countless recordings, collaborated with an astonishing array of jazz luminaries, and nurtured…

[ceruleanmusings]

One Summer's Day excerpt

a/n: i've been beating myself up for once again but who's surprise at this point? falling behind on mayblade and trying to come up with something and then finding time to write it when i got an idea when i i realized i already had something written i could add!

so here it is, the intro scene to a summer-based slice of life fic with the bladebreakers. as usual, my OC Crystal is included. prompts: lights, candles, music, affection

The Saien Ramen Shop was ready for summer. Paper lanterns in lush reds and stark whites decorated the awning of the back patio. Strings of light ran along the perimeter, little stars embedded in the sky. Beams threw glitter onto chunks of ice bobbing in drinks stuffed along the surface of the lone occupied table where small tea candles flickered. The back doors remained open, allowing heavy thuds of sharp knives on wooden cutting boards, sharp sizzles of frying meats, frothy bubbling of noodle-filled water, and smooth draining of savory broth to wash over the table and coat the patio in heady, mouth-watering waves, mixing in with the bouncing beats of a kpop song pouring out the speakers.

Being the most successful ramen shop in town, the Saiens made sure to cater to every patron, treating each with care, respect, and heaps of undivided attention. As for Kenny and his friends, that hospitality extended tenfold; while the main floor was open to all guests, the back patio tended to be reserved for them, giving them a place to hide away from the main streets and any onlookers wanting to interrupt their meals for autographs, championship retellings, pictures, or challenges to a battle.

It was a nice reprieve, sitting off in their own world, allowing them a chance for space, to breathe, and to enjoy each other’s company. Well, as much as company could be enjoyed witnessing Tyson inhaling food in the blink of an eye. They all sat squished around the table—Hilary, Kenny, Tyson, Max, Ray, and Crystal—and any space left over was taken up by various bags, a range of dishes, and various drinks. None of them were safe from Tyson’s attack.

Noodles splashed against his chin, leaving shiny streaks behind while he slurped them up into his eager mouth. Chunks of meat clung to egg yolk smeared over his lips. Bits of rice went flying like little grain bullets as he shoveled it in with his chopsticks. Hilary leaned away from him, dodging his pointed elbow while she slurped lychee boba tea, giving him a look.

“Hey, watch it, Ty!” Max leaned forward with a frown, covering his arms over his steaming bowl as a hailstorm of rice landed on his head. “Geeze, you should come with a warning: watch out for flying objects.” He brushed the grains from his hair as he released a sigh, an amused smile returning to his face.

Following a large burp, Tyson shot a large grin his best friend’s way. “I can’t help it! I’m starving!” As if to prove his point, he tipped his head back and drained the remaining brother from his bowl. He dragged his hand across the back of his mouth and surged forward, grasping a large chunk of meat off the pile on a plate with his chopsticks, throwing it atop the mound of rice left in his other dish. “And besides, we are celebrating!”

“That doesn’t excuse you having a lack of manners.” Huffing, Hilary rolled her eyes and picked up an abandoned napkin. Within seconds she scrubbed his face, ignoring his muffled protests as he squirmed away from her. Max laughed around his spoon with a twinkle in his eye while she folded the smudged cloth. “Besides, Ray should be the one celebrating, Not you. He’s the one who won the tournament after all.”

Scoffing, Tyson grabbed the napkin from Hilary, balled it up, and tossed it at her. It bounced off her nose as he crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat. “I would’ve won if I were there!”

“Yeah, but you weren’t! And you don’t know that! Ray could’ve beaten you! Don’t be so rude!”

A soft chuckle carried along the warm breeze. “Thanks for the support, Hilary. I really appreciate it.” Ray set down his mug and laced his fingers, resting his chin on the little table. His golden eyes nearly matched the golden lights filtering through the lanterns. “It was a tough battle and I’m sure even my opponent would’ve given Tyson a run for his money.” He shrugged and swept a few crumbs off the table. “It was just my lucky day, is all.”

“Lucky?” Max’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “Ray! You were awesome! You and Driger were completely in sync in there. That was some comeback!”

“Oh, if only Dizzi and I were there to see it!” Kenny groaned, rubbing his hands through his hair. His fingers curled against some of the strands and he pulled at them, pushing his glasses askew. “Imagine all the data I could have collected!”

A small tournament sponsored by a local grocery store had been staged to celebrate the start of summer. It happened to fall on the week of final exams which took Tyson out of the running, despite his best efforts at begging, pleading, and bribery to be allowed to skip them. Neither his teachers nor Grandpa Granger would allow it—his father even threatened to fly back from a dig to force Tyson to attend—so he begrudgingly sat for his finals. Ray and Max, who’d both flown in around the time of the tournament, decided to participate.

Max came in to, much like the others, celebrate school ending and summer break arriving. It was the few times of the year his entire family was in one place. While attended school, his mother went to work with PPB and his little sister, Charlotte, now four, ran around her daycare. His father stayed behind in Japan to mind the hobby shop. Any chance he could have to get the whole family together, he took. A beyblade tournament coming around the same time was just icing on the cake. Charlotte could watch her big brother in his element.

Max ended in third place while Ray made it all the way to the finals and won 2-1 in a desert-themed dish. Driger was a little wobbly on the sand at first, not being able to get his footing, but a few electric attacks heated it up so much the sand turned to glass. After that, Driger was able to use the smooth surface to his advantage, bouncing well-timed electric attacks into his opponent when he least expected it.

“We have been having a good run lately,” Ray conceded. Kenny groaned again, muttering something about falling behind on updating their stats for school. After consoling Kenny, he said with a wave of his hand, “But I’m sure, on any other day, he would have had a good chance to get one over on us. Anyway…” He turned a smile to Crystal and nudged her shoulder with his. “I’m not the only one who has something to celebrate today.”

Beneath the low lights, a dusting of red settled on Crystal’s cheeks. Her nose winkled and her bright blue eyes focused on the pink mochi in her hands. “I told you, it’s not that big a deal,” she mumbled. Tugging apart the pink treat, she watched it stretch until the halves broke and she popped it into her mouth.

“Hey, you deserve that 89. You studied really hard.” Ray squeezed her shoulder. “You should be proud of yourself.”

“An 89’s not that big a deal,” Tyson grumbled. He stabbed at the chunks of fruit in his drink with a straw.

“Only ‘cause you got a 61,” Crystal shot back with a smirk, almost drowning out Hilary’s exasperated comment about him not being able to be happy for anyone. She let out a soft cackle and ate the other half of the mochi. As she chewed, she flipped the tie wrapped around the starched collar of her uniform shirt over her shoulder where it had fallen again.

Tyson didn’t understand how lucky he was that something like school was always a part of his future. Ray was right, she worked hard for it. Though he didn’t have to lay it on quite so thick.

“But, I couldn’t have done it without all your help,” she added, her soft words squeezing out between a small, affectionate smile. At Ray’s look of pride, her blush deepened; she rolled her eyes and pinched a sheet of nori out his ramen, taking a large bite. That was enough of that.

“Well, if we’re going to celebrate things, then I have something to celebrate too,” Tyson said.

“What? That you managed not to throw up everywhere?” Hilary asked.

“Ha ha. Now that it’s finally summer that means I have more time for beyblading! Which means Dragoon and I have more battles to win!” As he spoke, Tyson removed his trusty beyblade from his pocket and brandished it in the air. Dragoon’s bitchip gleamed beneath the light. “Waddya say, Kai? You ready for a rematch?”

The quiet member of their table hummed, slowly opening his eyes. He sat perfectly still from the moment he showed up: arms crossed, one leg over the other. He hadn’t touched any of the food. If he saw them gathered on the back patio, he didn’t let on, almost walking by them until Tyson called out to him to join them. He didn’t protest but he didn’t seem overjoyed either. They brushed it off, just happy to have him around. Like the others, his presence had been scarce lately though they didn’t know where he was on any given day. Even though he’d been a solid member of the team for the past few years he still didn’t let them too far into his world. Though they respected him and his boundaries, they a few lighthearted jokes and comments about what he could be up to.

Unsurprisingly, it left little time for beyblading for all of them. The last good battle they had was when Tyson and Kai had a rematch in the early days of the BBA being rebuilt from the ground up. What was supposed to be a fun, quick match between rivals became a big spectacle within seconds. With all their friends, fellow bladers, and supporters cheering them on, they threw everything they could into the match only for it all to end with a tie. Despite Tyson’s challenges to rematch, Kai walked away from beyblading. He still showed up to certain events to promote the BBA during its renovation projects and his name appeared on check-in logs, but no one knew if he’d actually taken Drazner out for a spin. He dodged the security cameras in the training and battle rooms.

“C’mon Kai, don’t leave me hanging,” Tyson goaded when Kai didn’t speak. “I know Dranzer’s ready to get another battle in. What else do you have to do?”

Kai opened one eye, just enough for them to see it pointed right at Tyson. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” Kai said.

“Well, duh, Kai, that’s why I’m asking. We haven’t seen much of you lately, dude.”

“There’s a reason for that.”

“Which is…?”

“Maybe he just doesn’t like you.” Crystal’s commented. Her question was innocent though her smirk rubbed away it's its sheen.

“Hey guys, I just realized something,” Max said, gaining their attention. Leaning back in his chair, he rested his arms above his head, looking skyward. “This is the first time we’ve all had the same schedule in a long time.”

“Hey, yeah,” Ray agreed, “kinda feels like the good ol’ days.” Ray’s days had been spent back in White Tiger village taking his role as a captain and a leader very seriously. Lee was poised to take on the duties of his grandfather, the Elder, whenever he passed on.

“I, for one, don’t think we should let this serendipitous moment pass us by," Kenny said.

“I like what you’re sayin’, Chief! More battles it is!" Tyson punched his fist in the air. The table rattled from his enthusiasm.

“Actually I was thinking maybe we could do something outside of beyblading for once,” Max said. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the sport as much as you guys," he quickly amended at Tyson's aghast expression, "but I’d love to just hang out once in a while. Y’know, not have to worry about our bitbeasts being kidnapped or anything.”

“Or us getting kidnapped,” Ray agreed.

“Sounds like a dream,” Hilary said with a wistful sigh. “I almost remember what life was like before I met you guys.”

“Must’ve been one big bore,” Tyson said.

[analogboii]

so there's been a slee of videos of the 'mbti persomalities in bls' and what we've (me and my best friend) have discovered is: she is the super sensitive one thats easily manipulated and quick to forgive and im the worlds biggest fucking red flags EVERRRRRR 💀💀

[themnmovieman]

Movie Review ~ Glitter & Doom

Shimmering onto the screen as an often-dazzling queer musical, Glitter & Doom sweeps audiences into a world where love is a song, attraction is a dance, and connection is exhilaration.

Glitter & Doom Synopsis: Set to the iconic hits of the Grammy Award-winning, trailblazing Indigo Girls, serious musician Doom and free-spirited circus kid Glitter begin a summer romance, but their relationship is tested as they try to make it in the music business.Stars: Alex Diaz, Alan Cammish, Ming-Na Wen, Missi Pyle, Lea DeLaria, Tig Notaro, Amy Ray, Emily Saliers, Kate Pierson, Beth Malone,…

[thatswhatsushesaid]

pei ming @ his haters after a lifetime of fucking around and letting other people find out: die mad about it

[dangermousie]

I loved what the drama did with Ming and her husband.

Because the stepmom - she is made human but she's clearly a villain. And Song Mo's father or Dou Zhao's uncle are evil with not even much humanity.

So when they get (or will get) their bad endings, it feels just and clear cut but it's not like that with Ming and WTY.

Ming was a sweet, innocent, loving young woman in this life. She was naive but that is not a deathly sin. And WTY was useless and weak but he was not evil or malicious. They truly loved each other.

And yet...

What this storyline really shows is pitfalls of period marriage and how razor thin the margins of survivability are in that society.

WTY was not abusive but he was feckless. And in that society, that is as much a horror show for a wife as if he were running around beating her.

Stepmom was happy that Ming got to marry a man who adored her unlike she herself but it's so clear that in that world love without capability to protect is worthless.

Was it always destined to end in disaster? Yes. Unless WTY grew up or Ming left him and married someone more with it, both of them were gonna end badly at some point. Perhaps if WTY was a second son offspring of powerful and wealthy family that cosseted him, he could have lived to foolish old age in peace together with his spouse. But he was not. And this is a cutthroat society with terrible stakes. In modern day, this would have been yet another unsatisfying marriage where Ming has to do everything at home and her husband barely brings in any money at a dead end job as he talks about the world not understanding his genius. But this is not a safe modern world.

It also shows the dangers of a woman being too sheltered. Ming in life 1 brought up from the cradle by scheming stepmom was a bad bad seed but she was clearly gonna do well in life. Ultimately, if time didn't reset, she'd have married WTY as his legitimate wife and the fam had money thanks the DZ management. I mean sure they all could have died in the insane free for all that was going to ensue since both of emperor's sons are dead at the end of the OG timeline but barring a dynasty-ending disaster, she'd have been fine. This Ming is loving and sweet and as equipped for real life as a kitten. WTY was particularly useless but she'd have had a tough time in any noble household because she'd be oppressed by concubines, elders, whoever. Unless she married a husband who both doted on her AND wanted to meddle in inner household affairs (and that's a unicorn) she was destined either for misery or a brutal and quick growing up experience. (Ironically, stepmom knew what she was about when she wanted to marry her to WS, the ray of sunshine that he was. He was so decent and even if he didn't love her, he'd treated her well, and he was capable enough to at least not to get into messes, and he had spine. But man WAS a unicorn)

Anyway, I found WTY's death so fitting - in a happy dream as he's freezing and bleeding to death - the man was utterly unequipped for real world. And the same for Ming - she was sweet and fragile and the fact that she ended tragically just shows that this is not a kind gentle universe at all. It's an interesting parallel with DZ's mom - who also died for a man who did not deserve it.

[thatswhatsushesaid]

nope! no i am not normal about this!! i will never be normal again!!

listen hi yeah it's me. i know nobody else is sitting around thinking about the significance of shi wudu trusting pei ming to take care of shi qingxuan after he was gone. but i'm thinking about it.

[squicky-fannish-discourse]

Prequel to this

MASTER POST OF THIS AU

Blake is @zennx-23's OC.

Ryu Kinomiya is a creature of habit.

That's why after breakfast, stretching, and making sure he feeds the cat that they took in, and doing house work, he... goes out to the townsquare and hands out leaflets.

"Have you seen Kinomiya Takao?"

Hiromi passes by him on the way to see Kyoujyu.

"Grandpa," she said. "It's going to rain."

"Is it?" he asked disinterestedly.

"Can I take you back home?" she asked.

"No," he said. "I'm old but not invalid."

"Grandpa."

He ignores her as he holds out a flyer. "Have you seen my grandson, Kinomiya Takao?" he asked as he holds out a flyer which has the picture of Takao from the last BEGA championship. "Excuse me. Have you seen his friends?"

Hiromi sighs as she pulls up her umbrella for the two of them, as he clutches the pamphlet to stop it from getting wet. It takes ten minutes. Kinomiya men are all very very stubborn, in Hiromi's experience. And they get it all from him.

"Grandpa," she says more insistently. "Let's go home, or I'll call Max's Dad. You can't get sick like this."

He sighs as he acquiesces.

It's been nearly three weeks since the Bladebreakers went missing.

It's raining buckets outside.

"This guy then?" Brooklyn asked Kyoujyu, as he sat in his room. They could hear the sounds of restaurant downstairs. He picks up several articles stitched together in a notebook which all has a name messily scrawled around it. "What's his name?"

"Yes," Kyoujyu said. "His name is Blake. Arashi Blake."

"... he's a rockstar? I think?" Brooklyn asked.

"Yeah, beyblader too."

"Oh. So like Ming Ming."

"Hiromi has listened to more of his songs."

"Hiromi?"

"Our manager," Kyoujyu said. "She didn't come along this time for this tournament..."

Brooklyn blinks. "Oh." He does vaguely register her being there. She wasn't of importance at the time.

"I um... I said no, as well, because it was a small tournament, and they'd been trying to drum up support for BBA again. I had so much work myself for their beyblades. And my mother's been making me help out at the restaurant."

"Right."

"And then the next thing you know, they've disappeared. I..."

"Goodness."

"Yes... and I want us to find him, if you'll help us Brooklyn."

"Oh, alright. Not like I have anything better to do. But about this Blake Guy..."

"Yeah?" Kyoujyu asked.

"What makes you think he's involved?"

"Takao said on the phone that they were going to meet with Blake Arashi. And then he hung up."

"Yes," Kyoujyu said. "And two days after. Rei visited White Tiger hills and took away Rai and the rest of the team's bitbeasts. They said he was terrifying. I'm racking my brains for why Rei would do that."

Brooklyn furrowed his brow.

The door opens, and then Hiromi walks in. "I just got Grandpa back home. I think Hitoshi or someone should be there for him."

"Hitoshi... you know he's out looking for Takao."

"Well," she said irritably. "Someone should—oh. Hello."

Brooklyn blinked. "You must be..."

"Tachibana Hiromi," she said with an awkward smile. "Nice to meet you."

"Um... Brooklyn, if you're here to help..." Kyoujyu began.

"I don't know how I can," he said sincerely. "But I owe Takao a favor, so sure, I'll help."

The girl looks hesitantly at him with a brittle smile. Brooklyn thinks it's because of his reputation, before she shifts her eyes over to Blake's image on the scrap book that Kyoujyu created. She looks pensive like she's not slept for nights.

"Can we call Hitoshi at least? Or I'll have to ask Grandpa to stay with either of us. This is not good for him."

"Hitoshi's out looking for Takao. I've called him like 10 times."

"What a mess," she said, as she dragged her hand down her face. She pulled up her phone, and dialed Hitoshi.

"Besides, he'll just say Grandpa is fine on his own."

Hiromi got mad.

"I don't think he realizes that the shock of Takao going missing is getting to him. He's not the most protective parental figure, but this isn't like Takao at all for him... not to mention... the White Tiger Hill incident. It's come as a shock for him."

Kyoujyu looked at her.

"He just wants Takao home."

"We all do, Hiromi."

"He keeps calling Daitenji Kaichou up."

"I know, Hiromi."

[becauseimanicequeen]

Why in the world would you like toxic characters? Why are you so proud of that? What is it even to be proud of? What's wrong with you?

Well, my dear Anon. If you only knew how many times I've asked myself those very same questions…

And the answers always come down to: It’s fiction.

And even though fiction is a vital part of life (just like any other art form) and you can learn a lot from it (you have no idea how many toxic people I’ve been able to avoid, before they even found out my name, thanks to my love for toxic characters and seeing their red flags), fiction is also just fiction.

The characters aren’t real, even though they can seem like it. Just because I love a character that's toxic as fuck doesn't mean I would condone real people who behave that way.

Also, I’m not hurting anyone with my obsession with toxic characters. It’s not like I'm forcing anyone to think like me (and for the love of all things holy, don't do that!).

Besides having a healthy obsession with the toxic characters I love, I’m not very emotional (for lack of a better word) about what I watch. I can be intrigued by toxic characters without either excusing their behavior and actions or hating them (because there’s enough hate in the world for me to do that shit). I can watch taboo topics and other shit that most people find triggering and not be triggered (even though I see the taboo topics for what they are). I can watch problematic stuff and see beyond it to what’s really being said (even though I see the problematic stuff for what it is).

But that’s just me. And I would never force my perspectives on anyone else because I know the majority isn’t like me (which is a good thing, btw).

So, if you don’t vibe with my shit, block me. I don’t mind.

Trust me. I’ll survive. You’ll survive. The world won’t fall apart. We’ll both be okay. Just block me.

Because I will keep loving my favorite toxic fatherfuckers. I won't excuse their behavior and actions. But I will love them.

And the only one who can stop me is ME. But I don’t want to because I love all the shades of toxic bitches and their red flags.

Like Boston from Only Friends.

And Todd from Not Me.

And Chalothon from The Sign.

And Ray from Only Friends.

And So from House of Stars.

And Yai from Big Dragon.

And Way from Pit Babe.

And Boeing from Only Friends.

And let's not forget Vegas from KinnPorsche!

And Yoden Ryoji from Dangerous Drugs of Sex.

And Yong Jie from HIStory 4: Close to You.

And Rio from The Novelist.

And Ritsu from To the End of the World With You.

And definitely Ming from My Stand-In!

I love them all because I have issues. But so do all of them, which is precisely why I love them.

Thank you for your ask.