#miso films

[sookja]

soulmate (2023) dir. kim yongkeun

[trendingdrama]

“ You said the sun can shine brightly because of the shadow.Even though they can't become one,the shadow is always there in the distance, so the sun was never lonely, and is able to shine.Working on the drawing you left behind,I'm always reminded of that.”

소울메이트 / SOULMATE(2023) // Dir. Min Yong Keun  

[parislia]

[bloomingsalma]

okay... so I get why I was hesitating to watch soulmate (2023)

[rainytapestry]

just finished watching the kmovie soulmate and i–

[detournementsmineurs]

"La Romancière, le Film et le Heureux Hasard" de Hong Sang-soo avec Lee Hye-young, Kim Min-hee, Seo Young-hwa, Kwon Hae-hyo, Cho Yun-hee, Park Mi-so, Ha Seong-guk et Gi Ju-bong, février 2023.

[ericshoney]

Quen's Sister ~ Chris Sturniolo

Summary: When Quen does her video with the Sturniolo triplets, you always appear as a special guest. Chris finds you funny and asks for your number.

Warnings: swearing, flirting, rizz chat 😅, chaos, fluff

a/n: never thought i'd put rizz chat in my stories 😂

Based off these requests

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Today Quen was recording another video about feeding starving influencers. You loved the idea and often appeared as a special guest in each video. You were two years younger than your sister and were well known amongst her fandom, as you appeared in her videos, TikToks and occasionally did your own.

You sat on the sofa, waiting for whoever was turning up. Yeah, Quen hadn't told you who she was collabing with today. But she did say you knew them. You originally thought maybe Larray was coming over again, but she said it wasn't him.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Quen shouted for you to open it as she set up some cameras. You laughed and went to the door, opening it to see the Sturniolo triplets.

"Hey!" You called, making the three smile.

"Hey Y/n, right?" Nick called.

"Yeah. Quen's in the kitchen." You replied, opening the door so they could walk in.

The three smiled as they came in and went to greet Quen. She said her hellos and then looked to you.

"Surprise." She said, making you laugh.

"What's a surprise?" Matt asked.

"Y/n's watched your videos for years, it was her idea for you to come today." Quen answered.

"Oh cool! Chris watches your TikTok's." Nick replied.

"Nick!" Chris shouted, slapping his brother on the shoulder.

You smiled and laughed softly. Quen smiled but didn't say anything.

"Shall we start?" Quen suggested.

They guys nodded as they started recording an intro. You then joined in as the regular special guest. You jumped in and cheered loudly making the group laugh. Quen then started to talk about what you were cooking, which you learned was Matt's suggestion.

When you all started cooking, you asked the guys various questions. That being your main part in the video.

"So what's the hardest part in working together?" You asked.

"Mainly just all being together for ideas, like merch drops. Like I'll get a message I need to share with Nick and Matt, but Nick might be in the shower or Matt is out." Chris answered.

"That makes sense, but even with all the silly arguments you have, it either over french toast, pancakes or waffles, it must be fun filming with your brothers." You replied.

The guys laughed, Nick groaning slightly, as Quen looked a bit confused. You said you would show her the video later.

"Can I ask you a question?" Chris asked.

"You just did, but go ahead." You replied.

"Kid throwing the bad jokes in there." Matt said with a laugh.

"When did you start watching our videos?" Chris asked.

"Well as Quen said earlier. Years. Probably just after you started posting on YouTube." You answered.

"Damn okay! OG fan!" Chris exclaimed.

You smiled as they continued cooking. You watched a bit and couldn't help but laugh as Matt screamed at Miso who walked in to see what was going on.

"Hi Miso." You cooed to the cat, she purred as she brushed up against her leg before wandering off again.

"Where is the rest of your body!" Nick shouted.

You then helped Matt with the pancakes, seeing it had turned out like a dough and not a batter. He was trying to read the box for any help.

"Dude it's not going to work, the damage is done." You said.

He laughed as Nick came over to help. You stepped back and saw Miso now on the counter and Chris fussing her.

"Miso doesn't like anyone." Quen mentioned.

"Really, she came up to me like this." He replied, mimicking what the cat did.

"It's probably because you didn't insult her body and haircut." You said, making him laugh loudly.

"I'm sorry your sister has a demogorgon as a fucking cat!" Nick shouted.

"Hey I just asked if the grooming was free." Matt said, putting his hands up.

You laughed as Miso ran off again. Chris smiled down at you, which sent butterflies to your stomach. You smiled back as he went to help Nick.

Quen then asked the guys some questions as you helped cut some of the potatoes. Quen started talking about fan edits and Matt's answer made you laugh loudly at how simple but honest it was.

"I get where he's coming from and I don't even fucking have as many fans as you all do." You said.

"You have a good following!" Chris cheered.

"Yeah I guess so. But I love just scrolling through TikTok and finding funny videos." You responded.

"Some of them are fucking weird." Quen said.

You laughed and pulled out your phone and showed the guys one of your favourite TikTok's. The three laughed as Quen shook her head.

"Can I get your number?" Chris then blurted out.

Quen, Matt and Nick fell quiet as they shared a look. You smiled and took Chris' phone and put your number in it before saving his in yours.

"Was that rizz chat?" He asked, before bursting out laughing.

You all laughed too the kitchen becoming even more chaotic. All of you joked about rizz and how kids these days were brain rot.

A while later, with many more jokes, teasing and some decent cooking, you all had a plate full of food. You dug in, happily eating and praised the guys cooking skills before finally wrapping up the video.

"That was a fun video." Matt said.

"Yeah the fans are going to have so much fun." Nick added.

"Especially over your flirting." Quen added, pointing between you and Chris.

Neither of you said anything but shared a look, smiling wide at each other. The guys then said their goodbyes, Nick and Matt giving you a friendly hug.

"Do you um maybe wanna hang out sometime?" Chris then asked you.

"I'd love too." You said, smiling.

"Awesome. I'll text you." He replied, also smiling.

You said bye, hugging him as well, Nick and Matt dragging him out the door, which made you laugh. He waved as they got in the car and drove off. Quen gave you a knowing smile.

"You like Chris and he likes you." She said.

"Maybe." You said, sitting on the sofa and scrolling through your phone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tags:

@lgbtq-girl @mattsfavbigtitties @onelesslonelygirlbieber6 @riowritesitall @sturniolo-fann

[sorrowedpickle]

Soft

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

A/N: I was eating miso soup while making this. Tell me what you think🫶🏻

Warning: smut, oral, finger, top!jenna, bottom!reader, soft!jenna

A warning for mclayes for when they come to my tumble and try to steal this, don’t do it or else. It will already be posted to my wattpad proving that you are a plagiarizing.

Request: May we please see a “I’ll be gentle” + “am I going too fast?” fic with bottom!R x top!Jenna (or top!Tara)? Thank you in advance!

“Just relax, okay?” Her voice is low and sultry, luring you further in as she pushes you back against the pillows of your shared bed, dark eyes staring down at yours.

It had only been a few months since you started dating Jenna, though you had passed the three month rule you wanted to wait a little longer just to be sure and sure you were. Five —almost six — months now, you knew she wasn’t going anywhere besides to you or to wherever she’d be filming next.

And boy, we’re you glad you waited. You could see all the pint up sexual frustration behind her eyes but never had she pushed your limits and you could tell now she wasn’t going to be rough because of it.

“I’ll be gentle.” She whispers, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on your nose. You smile and nod slowly, body fully relaxing into the soft comforter below you as Jenna settles between your legs, hands roaming up and down your torso slowly.

Her darks eyes locked on the exposed skin of your torso, hands grazing against your pelvic bone and your thighs.

You feel your chest rising and falling as you watch her, hands gripping the comforter below you as her hands glide down your thighs making you shudder slightly.

She gives them a gentle squeeze before grabbing your panties and guiding them down your legs before tossing them somewhere to the left of your shared room.

You let out a shaky as she rides her hands up from your knees up to the top of your thighs, eyes locked on her now amused one’s as she repeats the action, relishing in the way you react.

She shifts her body further down the bed, situating both your legs over her shoulders giving her full access to everything before her.

She kisses your thigh softly a few times, her soft eyes never leaving yours as your breathing seems to get more shallow as you watch her movements.

She gives you thighs one more gently squeeze before she likes a stripe up your pussy. You let out a breathy moan and let your head hit the pillow under you, thighs instantly squeezing her head as her once soft eyes turn even more dark. Her pupils now blown and her slender fingers tighten on your thighs as she does it once more.

Her tongue was warm, the muscle licking your pussy with a small amount of pressure and it seemed to make it much wetter than it already was, or maybe you were just getting wetter by yourself.

You let out another moan when she does it again, her movement much slower and teasing as she continues stare up at you purposely making sure to only graze your clit and not give it any attention.

You let out high pitched whine, hand moving to her tide back hair to tug her closer as your nails gently scratch at her scalp.

She only hums in a response before she pushes her face further into your pussy making you let out a gasp followed by a moan, back arching almost immediately to get more as her tongue swirls around your nub expertly.

Your body was already shaking, legs squeezing her head refusing to let her pull away at all as her tongue works it’s magic switching between your clit and pushing its way inside you to be squeezed by your tight hole.

Your moans seemed to get more frequent as her actions seemed to speed up and she’d push her tongue deeper each time she switch. The feeling was indescribable, her tongue was different from the others that had been there. It was longer, the muscles moved more and she seemed to know exactly when and when not to switch to keep you where she wanted you.

But then she pulled her face away, taking away any warmth and pleasure that had been there and replacing it with a breeze against your pussy that made you shudder.

You whine loudly, hips bucking up toward her as your grip on her hair tightens to try and pull her back.

Your quickly silenced when she pushing a finger passed your walls, gather the wetness before pushing it inside of you slowly. The action sends sparks into your belly, a knot pushing against her fingers as your velvet walks clench around her, subconsciously wanting to keep her there.

You let out a low moan as your legs open more for her to give her more access, her eyes snapping the to the slickness that quickly covered her fingers as she slowly pumping in and out of you.

“You’re doing so good for me,” she mumbled as she watched, your breathing was still shallow as she forced her finger in to have your pussy engulf it fully, loving the way you feel and the way she looks inside of you. “So good.” she says, now breathless herself, her mouth agape as she stares down at you. This was new territory for her eyes to roam and she was loving it.

You let out a soft sigh mixed with a moan and she looks up at you, dark eyes soft and a small smiling resting on her face as she speeds up a bit making your legs tense up and your hips to lip up toward her as you bite back a moan, eyes staring into hers.

She leans down and presses a kiss to your clit before adding another finger and her tongue rolls against your bundle of nerves, moaning at your taste.

The vibrations send shock waves through you as your back arches even more and your eyes roll to the back of your head. A loud moan mixed with a sob leaves you.

She seems to tense up slightly, fingers slowing down as concerned brown orbs stare up at you, searching for any sign of you being uncomfortable.

“Am I going to fast?” She asks, voice low as her eyes switch between looking into both of yours. But there was no sign of discomfort or pain but rather neediness and want as you stare back down at her.

“No,” you say, breathless as your hips try to move against her hand. “Just keep going.” You moan out, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face.

She seems to let out a relieved breath before smiling up at her, pressing a kiss to your thigh once again.

“Good.” She says quietly, voice once again full of want as her fingers begin to move again. Your already back to chasing your high, moaning loudly and pressing her toward your pussy again, wanting more of the pleasure she was giving you.

She lets out a giggle, pressing a kiss to your clit again. “Greedy little thing,” she mumbles before her mouth wraps around your clit, moaning at the taste as her tongue presses into the nerves with more pressure as her own eyes roll back. “It’s okay, I like it when you take what you want.” She mumbles, gently biting the nub making your body jolt before your legs tighten around her.

She smiles and kisses it again before returning to sucking like her life depending on it.

The feeling of your squeezing around her fingers and head was making her feel dizzy with need, the feeling of you was making her want even more. Maybe she was the greedy one. Especially when she tries to push you further toward your climax, eager to taste more than what was already getting.

“Y-you’re the little one.” You manage out before a high pitched moan leaves you causing her to smile. You were teasing her back, she loved that you always were able to bite back. Especially now, in a vulnerable state you seemed to trust her.

She wraps her lips around you clit and sucks, hard. It cause another cry to leave you as your legs shake and struggle to stay tight around her head, stars covering your vision before all the tension in your lower abdomen suddenly snaps, your hips buckling up into her faces as you force it to stay there, eyes squeezing shut as the low moan leaves her mouth, tongue moving down to where her fingers pumping to taste you.

And taste good you did. She moans as she collects the salty essence, loving the more slowly came out as her fingers slowed so she could have more.

She looked up toward her, arm over your eyes while your bare chest rose and fell before her. It was a sight to see, that’s for sure.

She slowly removed her fingers making you whine before her tongue replaced them to gather as much of your cum as she could, loving the salty taste as she gently squeezed your thighs again.

Eventually though, you whine and try to push her head away as the feeling started to become too much and she obliged, pulling away and sitting up on her knees to stare down at you.

She hums out, crawling over your limp body as she trails wet kisses along your torso, to your cleavage, then your collar bone and neck, along your jaw and finally to your mouth.

You moan into it, tasting yourself against her lips as she gently rubs your hips to ease the shaking and bucking of sensitivity.

She pulls back, a small but warm smile on her face as she kisses your cheek softly before you wrap your arms around her shoulders and pull her down to lay against you.

She lets out a content sigh as she buries her face into your neck and starts to kiss it softly multiple times while she lets you come down from your high. “I love you.” She mumbles between kiss

Something she shouldn’t have let you done and just continued. After a few moments your grip tightens on her and you roll her onto her back as you trap her between you and the bed.

Her eyes open wide as she stares up at you, a wave of arousal coursing through her as you give her a mischievous smile as start to move down toward her own hot area. She squirms slightly, hoping you wouldn’t be as gentle with her as she was with you.

(I’m watching your post on Wattpad mclayes, it will be my evidence to Wattpad.)

—

Tagslist: @bluetreecloud20 @skate-to-breathee @wol-fica @raven-ss @restlessdot @dumb-fvck104 @tabberthecat @crazyoffher @rhythm-catsandwine @makncheese12 @alexkolax @jennasfav @t-wylia @unknownuserzdjdh @pnsteblnme @ang311 @simplykermit @inyourunderweardrawer @estors @gayfrg @inkinugget @alastorgrimm @mar-romanova @ssinfulprayers @hellenheaven @teenagedramaqueenlisa @jensortega813 @btrizi @idkwimdtbh @furry-monster-trash

[jiminrings]

478 phase 3 sneak peek

There’s not one exact emotion that runs through you because the longer that Jungkook looks at you, ecstatic, while you’re weighing what he’s just said like a bag of bricks — you feel even more conflicted.

Your husband wrings his hands together, nervously smiling at you as if he’s asking for permission, but the both of you know that his mind’s already set. He thinks the opportunity of producing a short film that’s been drafted by his friend is a once-in-a-lifetime thing, eager to take off even if he’s had no experience at all in the industry.

“I don’t know, baby. It’s just been so long since I got this excited and alive, y’know? It’s a nice change of pace and I get to do something nice-…”

“Isn’t being with your daughter nice?” you ask abruptly, unable to mask the conflict that’s been brewing in your mind ever since Jungkook pulled you aside to talk. You feel hesitant; disconnected even from wrapping your head around his wording.

Even convincing yourself that you’re just spent from working sunrise to sundown doesn’t work. No matter how hard you try, Jungkook’s tone remains as is.

“Y/N,” he sighs, lips in a tight line as he screws his eyes shut. “Don’t start.”

“I’m not starting anything, Jungkook,” you grit, crossing your arms in defense. You feel guarded more than ever, not because you’re the one whom he’s pertaining to, but because your Hwayoung is involved and you won’t sit around for it. “It’s just that when you put it like that, it sounds like taking care of Hwayoung is a chore.”

You used to be sure awhile ago that you were seeing double because in between memorizing scripts and going from schedule to schedule without any time to rest in between, you’ve been worried sick because Jungkook hadn’t texted you the whole day. You were shocked enough to come home to your daughter playing by herself downstairs (with Miso watching her the whole time), even more-so when you saw Jungkook engrossed in a highly-enthusiastic phone call.

Jungkook sighs as if talking to you completely exhausts him, pinching his nosebridge before muttering under his breath. “Like you’re one to talk.”

“Excuse me?” you blink in surprise, tilting your head in sheer confusion. You’re about to shrug it off but he does that thing again, the one where he almost rolls his eyes at you but realizes it at the last minute.

“Nothing.”

“Say that again, Jungkook.”

“My god,” Jungkook groans, throwing his head back. He runs his hands through his hair frustratedly, sucking in a rushed breath. He looks straight at you when he gives his grievance. “I’m just saying! Why do you get to live out your dream but I don’t?”

“This is my job,” you bite back instantly, the second it took for you to digest his words being enough time for him to groan again. “If it were up to me, do you think I’d work six days a week? Do you not know how much it kills me to stay away from my family?”

You’re at a loss for words, the tiny bit of insecurity you have being dug up once again. You feel guilty because you actually don’t — you know to yourself that you still dedicate so much of yourself to Jungkook and Hwayoung even if you work full-time.

Jungkook chokes up a laugh in front of your face.

“Then quit your dream if you’re so miserable.”

Your jaw clenches quickly in annoyance, unable to retain the disbelief that builds up in your chest. “My dream is my job! It’s why we’re living this life in the first place, Jungkook! Your dream is this project that was pitched to you like what, two weeks ago?”

“Can I not live my life the way that I want to?” he asks exaggeratedly, eyes wide in defense. “Why am I only your husband and why am I only Hwayoung’s dad? Why can’t I go to the US a-and try things out? Why can’t I be free from all this even for just a while?”

Your mouth falls apart at that, your moment of shock simultaneously being Jungkook’s instance for guilty. He wants to reel it in right then and there, but the small part of his pride grows to hold him back.

“Do we hold you back that much?” you whisper, the headache that has been building in your head since this morning shrinking to the size of Jungkook’s words. “What are you getting so angry for? I’m not saying no. I’m asking you why you’re so hellbent on suddenly leaving to do this.”

A large part of you, if not all, feels more disappointed than angry. Hwayoung has not and should never be an afterthought for the both of you yet Jungkook brings her up with you like mere variables.

You can grasp the fact that being a parent is a full-time job like yours yet what you can’t get a hold of is your husband’s apprehension; his sudden need of pursuing something beyond your family.

“Because I’m scared, Y/N,”  Jungkook whispers, exhaling heavily. “I’m scared that this is all what life could ever be for me.”

It’s only when you’re completely silent that he comes back to the severity of his words, the tension that’s been building up in him breaking the moment that you break eye contact with him.

“I’m sorry for being your wife.”

“Baby, that’s not-…” Jungkook tries to correct himself, hot on your heels as you get up from your seat on the couch. You’re not even speeding up yet he catches you just as urgently, the hold he has on your arm doing little to put you at ease.

“And I’m sorry for making you a dad.”

“Y/N, sweetheart, I’m-…”

“You should do this project if you really want to,” you quip, back still turned to him as you enter the bedroom. Jungkook noticeably stops in his tracks, the furrow in his brows fading because you’ve put him on whiplash.

“What?”

“You’ve held down the fort while I was out being the breadwinner. It’ll be nice for you to do your own thing,” you smile tightly, eager to sleep on the whole thing just so you don’t stay hung-up for too long.

“What about Hwayoung? What about your film? They want it to be an entry for the Academy, right?” he asks in concern, different from the worry he had awhile ago when he thought you were against him leaving.

You nod, easily shrugging despite the weight on your shoulders. “I’m her mom, of course. She’s gonna come first. And for the film, I think I can still do it. I’ll juggle them both if I have to.”

Jungkook nods, eyes set on the floor. He didn’t think this far at all.

“Do you want to hire a nanny? I know a friend.”

“I’ll pass. I don’t trust nannies.”

There’s an overwhelming silence that engulfs the both of you, the white noise machine in your nightstand unable to fill it completely. Jungkook looks at the ceiling while you look at Hwayoung who’s sprawled in the middle of your bed, clutching Miso like a teddy bear — she already fell asleep waiting for the both of you.

“I didn’t mean what I said awhile ago, I’m sorry. It came out the wrong way,” Jungkook apologizes after some time, hand darting out to hold yours while you only hover above your vanity, taking off all of your jewelry except for your wedding ring.

“When do you leave?” you ask, still unable to meet his gaze.

“Next week,” he clears his throat. “When do you start filming?”

You nod, coming into terms that Jungkook would leave no matter what you say. “Next week.”

You’re arranging the covers when your husband tries to hold you again, voice strained and rushed. “Y/N, I really am sorry. I love being your-…”

“Shh,” you interrupt, pursing your lips. “Hwayoung’s sleeping.”

.

.

.

to get ahead of questions: yes, 478 phase three will also be posted on tumblr!! the only difference would be the posting dates :)

i... will be keeping my mouth shut for the time-being!! spoiler alert: This Sneak Peek is Not all there is to phase three i am so so so sorry there Will be more!!!!!! for patrons who've already read all the sneak peeks and sent me spoiler asks, i'll be answering soon dw!!

wanna read chapter one now + exclusive content + early access?? subscribe to my patreon :D

[raevenlywrites]

Meet Miss Miso

Three pounds of cuteness and yelling

Only got half her face did

Longest Tail in the West

Big Brother is doing his best Jaws impression

No Miso's were harmed during the making of this film (no promises about Big Brothers tho)

[xreysa]

MISO ’SECONDARY PAGE (MAKING FILM)’ (230503)

[sookja]

soulmate (2023) dir. min yongkeun

[tokidokitokyo]

埼玉県

Japanese Prefectures: Kantō - Saitama

都道府県 (とどうふけん) - Prefectures of Japan

Learning the kanji and a little bit about each of Japan’s 47 prefectures!

Kanji・漢字

埼　さき、さい、みさき、キ　cape, spit, promontory

玉　たま、～だま、ギョク　jewel, jade; ball

県　ケン　prefecture

関東　かんとう　Kanto, region consisting of Tokyo and surrounding prefectures

Prefectural Capital (県庁所在地) : Saitama City (さいたま市)

Saitama is Tokyo's neighbor to the north. Much of southeastern Saitama is considered a suburb of Tokyo, but the western parts are mostly rural with mountainous forested areas, and include a castle town and the Chichibu-Tama-Kai National Park. Saitama has historically been a fertile agricultural region and is currently the major food supplier for the metropolitan area of Greater Tokyo. Some of the first currency in Japan came from copper discovered in the Chichibu area in the 8th century. Saitama's central location has made it a historical hub for transportation to all parts of Eastern Japan, and the modern radial roads and railroad system are designed for ease of transportation to all parts of Japan. Saitama is also the backdrop to the famous Miyazaki Hayao (Studio Ghibli) film "My Neighbor Totoro."

Recommended Tourist Spot・おすすめ観光スポット Kawagoe - 川越

Kawagoe

The Edo-period castle town of Kawagoe is also known as Ko-edo (小江戸 or "Little Edo") because of its many traditional buildings dating from the Edo period. The streets have been maintained as-is since the Edo period (1603-1867). The weekends are the most popular times for visitors to gather here and experience the atmosphere, shops, and popular seasonal events. In the third week of October, the Kawagoe Festival is held with a parade of traditional ornate floats and a musical competition.

The Warehouse District is lined with old earthen storehouses, which are unique two-story buildings that have remained unchanged since the days when the city was a major transportation and commerce hub for Eastern Japan. The Toki no Kane, or "Bell of Time," has marked time for the town for centuries, and continues to ring four times daily. Candy Street is a street lined with stores where traditional Japanese sweets are made in the old-fashioned way.

For more recent history, the Taisho-Roman Street has old, retro western-style buildings from the Taisho and Showa areas. There are also no overhead power lines, which makes this a popular spot to shoot many Japanese period films set in these eras.

There are severable notable temples and shrines in Kawagoe, especially Kitain Temple, which was built over 1,000 years ago. This temple has 538 stone statues of Buddha, each with its own face and unique posture. No two statues look alike, and the popular belief is that there is a statue to resemble any visitor to the temple. Kawagoe Hikawa-jinja Shrine is a Shinto shrine dating back to the 6th century that boasts a torii shrine gate that is 15 metres tall. Kawagoe Kumano-jinja Shrine has fortunes, lucky charms, and also boasts the "stepping health road," which is a path to walk barefoot to stimulate the acupuncture points on the soles of your feet for health benefits.

Regional Cuisine - 郷土料理 Miso Potato - 味噌ポテト

Miso Potato (source)

Famous in the Chichibu region of Saitama, miso potatoes are a well-known winter treat in the area. This dish is similar to a baked potato covered in sweet miso sauce and is traditionally from the rural areas in the mountainous part of the prefecture. It is now a popular street stall snack that combines the sweet and savoury miso flavours with the earthy baked potato texture.

Saitama Dialect・Saitama-ben・埼玉弁

1. むじっけー　mujikkee　cute

むじっけー猫だね。 (mujikkee neko da ne)

Standard Japanese: かわいい猫だね。 (kawaii neko da ne)

English: What a cute cat.

2. ああみぃ　aahmii　no good, can't do it (also, ああみ, aahmi)

ごめん、明日ああみぃ。 (gomen, ashita aahmii)

Standard Japanese: ごめん、明日行けない。 (gomen, ashita ikenai) or ごめん、明日はダメ。 (gomen, ashita wa dame)

English: Sorry, I can't go tomorrow. or Sorry, tomorrow is no good.

3. かみぎっちょ　gamigiccho　lizard

庭のすみっこにかまぎっちょがいたで。 (niwa no sumikko ni kamagiccho ga itade)

Standard Japanese: 庭の隅にとかげがいたよ。 (niwa no sumi ni tokage ga ita yo)

English: There was a lizard in the corner of the garden.

4. うちゃる　ucharu　to throw away

そこにうちゃるなよ。 (soko ni ucharu na yo)

Standard Japanese: そこに捨てるなよ。 (soko ni suteru na yo)

English: Don't throw that away there.

5. こわい　～kowai　hard

このおせんべいこわい。 (kono osenbei kowai)

Standard Japanese: このおせんべい硬い。 (kono senbei katai)

English: This senbei is hard.

*Note: senbei is a Japanese rice cracker

6. えらい　erai　a lot

今日はえらい食べるな。 (kyou wa erai taberu na)

Standard Japanese: 今日はたくさん食べるな。 (kyou wa takusan taberu na)

English: Don't eat a lot today.

[orange-cheetah]

Enomoto Takeshi (榎本健史) Character Profile

Bofurin | Tamon Unit | 2nd Year Vice-Captain

School: Furin High 2-1

Height: 178cm | Weight: 70kg | Birthday: 23 June | Constellation: Cancer | Blood type: B

Image colour: Dark green [#00552E - see below]

Likes: Ken-san (Takakura Ken) [1] | Dislikes: Smell of cigarettes

Favourite food: Saikyo-zuke [fish pickled in sweet Kyoto-style miso] | Disliked food: Macaron

Fashion style: Likes fierce-looking patterned shirts and leather shoes

Hobby: Watching movies (those with Takakura Ken)

Favourite season: Autumn | Favourite music genre: Showa pop [「昭和歌謡」 - see Kayokyoku (歌謡曲)]

Best subject: Science subjects in general | Worst subject: English

Special skill: Rolling his Rs

Person they respect, senpai they look up to: Hiragi

Dream: Good looking older man [イケオジ - mix of イケる (cool) and 叔父 (uncle)]

Recent W (or L): Once shaved his eyebrow too much they disappeared

Favourite place: Karaoke box

What they always do in the morning: Styles his hair

[1] Ken Takakura (Japanese: 高倉 健, Hepburn: Takakura Ken), born Goichi Oda (小田 剛一, Oda Gōichi, February 16, 1931 – November 10, 2014), was a Japanese actor and singer who appeared in over 200 films. Affectionately referred to as "Ken-san" by audiences, he was best known for his brooding style and the stoic presence he brought to his roles. (wikipedia)

↑ from profile at the end of chapter 38

[masterlist]

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Genius is nothing other than the ability to retrieve childhood at will.

Charles Baudelaire

Is this all there is to art? A kind of solipsism? An inability to get past the egoism of infancy?

In Fellini’s masterpiece 8+1/2 the answer seems to lie with unraveling the mysterious phrase ‘Asa Miso Nasa’. Up front I will admit the film is not easy to follow as it doesn't really have a great plot and it does feel like episodic that gives it a disjointed look. But that doesn't mean there are no grand narratives underpinning it because there is.

The film, released in 1963, is about a movie director named Guido. His latest project has stalled before filming has even begun. Played by the incomparable Marcello Mastroianni, Guido is suffering from anxiety and creative block. It’s no wonder. He has sown chaos in his love life, and his creative indecision is producing near-mutinous levels of angst among actors, agents and crew. But all of this is mere surface tumult. Guido is haunted by something deeper. Something to do with . . . what? His parents, his childhood, the Catholic church? Feelings of shame and bliss? Death? All he has to answer his question is the phrase 'Asa Miso Nasa' to unlock answers but something he doesn't quite get.

In many ways ‘Asa Miso Nasa’ is a red herring, a sort of wild goose chase to nowhere. Like "Rosebud" in Orson Welles' Citizen Kane, or the madeleine in Marcel Proust's In Search of Lost Time, "Asa Nisi Masa" is a Hitchcockian ‘MacGuffin’ - a convenient object upon which the plot turns. In Fellini’s film it’s used as a gateway to crucial memories of the central character - even though it is itself peripheral to the central story.

Fellini’s answer is, I think, with his apprehension that the urge to make art is connected to a time in our lives when we were lifted and carried about, lowered into baths, tucked into bed; when we first used our lips to suck and to kiss; when we flapped our arms and kicked our legs; or when we danced without unrestrained joy. In other words, when we felt ourselves to be unique in our childhood.

Why should that be so? James Fenton, the great poet and critic, provided a plausible answer, even if he was writing about something else.

“Because,” wrote Fenton - and here comes the part that Guido, the anxious, grown-up filmmaker, must reckon with - “there follows the primal erasure, when we forget all those early experiences, and it is rather as if there is some mercy in this, since if we could remember the intensity of such pleasure it might spoil us for anything else. We forget what happened exactly, but we know that there was something, something to do with music and praise and everyone talking, something to do with flying through the air, something to do with dance.”

Something Fellini-esque, you might say.

Art is more than a pathetic desire to revert to childhood bliss. It’s true that the self-centredness of great artists - and by no means just male artists - is bound up with their desire to find again the treasure in the corner of the childhood bedroom, and the only sound is the children’s chant: “Asa Nisi Masa.” But what do all artists want if not to be understood.

But here we run into a problem. For all the attention artists seek, there is a kind of shame for them in being “understood.” Being “explained” is never more than an inch from being “explained away,” rendered redundant, losing the vital quality that makes one unique. Their egos can't handle that. So we can never judge beauty in art if we limit ourselves to just the life and meaning of an artist. If anyone ever says they don't like this art because of this artist was not nice or was abusive or held questionable beliefs then they are either illiterate fools or as shallow as the unfunny Hannah Gadsby is about Picasso.

There is much, much more to art, which, at its best, is always about transcending solipsism and reaching for beauty.

For Roger Scruton, the great philosopher of aesthetics, “Beauty is an ultimate value - something that we pursue for its own sake, and for the pursuit of which no further reason need be given. Beauty should therefore be compared to truth and goodness, one member of a trio of ultimate values which justify our rational inclinations,” Scruton developed a largely metaphysical aspect to understanding standards of art and beauty. For Scruton, the purpose of art is to save the sacred - the beautiful.

For Scruton, beauty is wrapped up in his view of the sacred. The sacred begins with the fundamental nature of man as an end, not merely a means - here childhood memories are a means not an end. Scruton then, is able to apply this concept of ends to beauty. The ability to place meaning on things is what gives man his sacredness and makes him an end unto himself. The sacred gives us a glimpse into eternity, and provides man with the cure to his temporal misery. In a manner almost Platonic, Scruton describes the sacred as pulling man out of the world of things and into the transcendental realm. It is an attempt not so much to find a glimpse of our childhood so much as to find Eden again, even if only in a finite temporal way, and to “prefigure our eternal home.”

Thus, it is this sacred nature of ends, not means, that Scruton puts forth in his understanding of beauty. In this Scruton echoes those philosophers of that past. Some like the Greek philosopher, Plotinus, beauty is seen as an ultimate value, pursued for its own sake, and the way in which the “divine unity makes itself known to the soul.”

Beauty is the glue that holds cultures together. It transcends individual places and ages. Light shining through stained glass in the Notre-Dame Cathedral, the face of Mary in Michelangelo’s La Pietà, a Bach orchestral suite, or a Frederico Fellini film (and none more so than the playful but sublime 8+1/2). Our experiences of these things connect us to the experiences of so many others over the decades and centuries since their creation. The beauty links us with a sense of profoundness and awe.

[unfriendlyamazon]

wip wednesday (secret kaijou project)

inspired by @alectoperdita posting a wip wednesday and while i did accidentally write three more chapters of cheerleader girlfriend buddies i have also been working on some kaijou while trying to get my groove back. sometimes i get really high and write porn, and this is the product of that. it may actually be the beginning of something i'm not prepared to get into, idk, we'll see how it goes.

nsfw aggressively domestic kaijou beneath

Sunlight warmed the curve of Jounouchi’s face, and he groaned, burying his head deeper into the pillow he hugged. The second hand bed creaked as he curled tighter beneath the blanket. Late afternoon sun warmed the small room of the apartment. In the other room, past his closed door, he heard video game pause music and shuffling in the kitchenette. Jounouchi rolled over, pulling out his phone to look at the time. Already past two, he’d slept in so late. But last night he’d filmed something before meeting with friends for dinner, and then guess who’s plane got in a day early. Kaiba had appeared and whisked him away, just like he loved to do. Celebration drinks turned to grinding on the dance floor turned to hot and heavy makeout sessions in the mens toilets. They’d collapsed together, finally, in Jounouchi’s Brooklyn apartment. Outside the city moved, floors creaked, and Jounouchi curled in his den, wishing it all away.

The door jostled before opening, and Kaiba appeared, stripped of his business attire from last night. He’d stolen one of Jounouchi’s gym pants, which sat a little too wide on his hip, exposing the skinny bone and enticing flesh. He carried in one hand a microwaved bowl of soup and set it on the bedside table. His thumb dipped into the soup as he set it down, and he retracted it quickly.

“I thought you’d be hungover,” he said, shaking his palm. “I can go to the corner store if you want.”

Jounouchi smiled, catching his hand, and pulling him forward. He dipped his head down to flit his tongue along the thumb, tasting the earthy miso. His eyes flicked up at Kaiba, whose ears were turning pink.

“I got what I need right here,” Jounouchi said and dragged Kaiba into bed with him. Kaiba laughed as he landed beside Jounouchi, bumping their foreheads together. The proximity had Jounouchi go in for a a kiss, and then they were not laughing. They kissed without pulling away, clinging to each other like lovers who hadn’t seen each other for a long time, who lived with them in a a dream and yet, here in the warm light of day, there you are again. Real and solid and present.

It lasted for a long time.

Their sex last night had been wild and desperate, two people longing to be as close to each other as possible. Their rendezvous so far had been skin to skin, quick and dirty, and Jounouchi with the most convenient hole and a penchant for penetration had felt Kaiba’s cock throb to the beat of his heart inside him again and again. Parting his legs to let Kaiba slide between them made him take a breath when air hit his already parted lips. He felt already naked and exposed, shivering as he heard vague voices outside. On the fourth floor, they were far from any peeping toms, and the corner apartment meant he worried a little less about how loud he could make Kaiba come. 

He smiled up at Kaiba, and the sunlight hit the crown of his dark brown hair, highlighting its undertones to make a crown of his flyaways. This was how they saw each other often these days, with Jounouchi following his career to the States, and Kaiba splitting time between his different offices, and now Jounouchi’s bed. Bags carried the weight of sleepless nights beneath his eyes, the thin crinkle of early worry lines etching themselves into the lines of his face. Kaiba looked haggard and tired and heavy, like gravity was greater for him. But then the sunlight lit his blue eyes, and he smiled at Jounouchi with such genuine and complete love, and he looked young again. Like the parts of himself he had to put away as a child were starting to come through.

“I missed you so much,” Jounouchi said breathlessly between kisses. “You were gone so long.”

“Not entirely my fault,” Kaiba said between kisses. “You were the one who spent March in Korea.”

“You did buy me tickets to San Diego for my birthday.” Jounouchi sighed, lolling his head back as Kaiba kissed his neck. “That’s the week I got pneumonia.”

“The weather here’s too cold,” Kaiba pouted, his anemic bones shivering at the thought of winter. “If you moved out to California…”

Jounouchi kneed his stomach. “We’re not talking about that.”

Kaiba’s head lifted up. “You said–”

“I said I’d think about it.” Jounouchi rose to meet him, eye to eye. Despite the glare of the sun, neither blinked, not until Jounouchi broke a smile and lifted his head to kiss Kaiba softly. “I’m still thinking, alright? Convince me.”

“Convince you what–”

“What it would feel like,” Jounouchi said. He wrapped his arms around Seto’s shoulders, pulling him down into the pillows. “If we saw each other like this more, what do I got in store for me?”

“You mean if we woke up next to each other all the time,” Kaiba said in his deadpan way. “If every morning I woke up to you looking like this, still warm from my cock being inside you.”

He bit down on Jounouchi’s cheek, and he gasped at the sharp pain. Kaiba yanked the sleep pants off with his feet as he slid up to match his groin to Jounouchi’s. He was barely half hard, rubbing the nub of his erection to the tendered skin of Jounouchi’s bruised cunt. They were both fucked out from the night before. The raw feeling of their flesh made Jounouchi shiver.

“That greedy little mouth too,” he said, jamming his fingers between Jounouchi’s teeth. “I’ll tell you what I’d do you if I had you where I wanted. I’d keep you filled from top to bottom. You won’t be able to walk out that door with how I’ve tied you down.”

Jounouchi’s whole body shook. Warmth flooded his cunt, and he rolled his hips to urge that wetness forward. He laughed as he clenched his thighs tighter to Kaiba’s hips. He suckled Kaiba’s fingers until he removed them with a slurp. Jounouchi huffed as two fingers immediately searched his massaged hole. Lube and condoms had been an extra step last night, so they’d relied on Jounouchi’s libido being as strong as ever. Considering their exclusivity meant he hadn’t fucked anyone in months, the first explosion was enough to carry them all night long. Now his body warmed again to Kaiba’s familiar touch. He eased into him, letting him explore the warm muscle underneath. Jounouchi groaned and stretched and gasped, and Kaiba removed the fingers, coated in the wet heat that coated his cunt, he brought them to Jounocuhi’s lips and made him suckle again. Sweat and salt coated his tongue, alongside the familiar linger of Kaiba’s skin.

“I could fuck you endlessly,” Kaiba breathed. Using Jounouchi’s spit, he fisted his hand around his cock, jerking it like he was starting a lawn mower. “I could live inside you. Warm my cock in you day and night until you’re dripping my cum. You’d be so blissed out you wouldn’t even notice the passing of time.”

“You and me forever,” Jounouchi breathed. Kaiba’s head lined up with his hole. “I don’t wanna be apart.”

He shouted when Kaiba shoved into him. His cock pulsed with fresh blood as it buried inside Jounouchi’s cunt. Even stretched from the night before, the tender walls burned beautifully with the stretch. Jounouchi urged his lover deeper with each buck of his hips. They should be entwined, utterly. Lips pressed together, chest to chest, ankles hooked together, and so deep inside each other that neither could move without the other.

“I want you here,” Jounouchi said. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“I could stay with you forever,” Kaiba moaned.

They fucked sloppily and dragging exhausted strokes. They were compelled, not by need, but by pure desire. It didn’t matter how tired their bodies were. They were a machine in perpetual motion, chasing each others pleasure like an ouroboros eating its tail.