#onsen-mark

[uyallstars]

@rumicworldweek × day 1 × favourite anime : Urusei Yatsura

[a-space-opera]

[rumikoremembrances]

[anicastes]

ENOUGH! I’M YOUR REAL TEACHER!

[yumedoca]

HOLY SHIT, WHY IS THERE A DETCO REFERENCE IN MY URUSEI YATSURA??

Anyway, this reference is really funny and cute (and I think some episodes ago there was another reference but I'm not entirely sure for that one) since Detco also has a bunch of references to UY as well (this how I discovered Detco in the first place btw), so it's kind of like the UY remake is returning the favor :)

This is only one of them, there's a whole section in the UY wiki which lists most of them (which you can find here).

[anotherfandom]

This specific Rumic gesture is so amusingly goofy, it ended up in the first season's OP, despite it being such a late chapter. Anyway, Mendo got added to this scene as you can tell. As such, he gets added to the scene of the boys waiting for Onsen-Mark (or Hot Springs Emblem) to come to school. Lum's chase of Ataru was extended a bit as well.

[estarion]

me and @bloodyarn when @vigilant-cleric makes his return to tumblr dot fuckshit

[yee-art]

Urusei yatsura is so much fun to watch, could’ve been my fave anime for this season

[yowyowyaoi]

*at an onsen with Deidara, Hidan, Tobi and Kakuzu* Hidan: Ahhhh, finally! I’ve been waiting to take a damn bath forever!

Kakuzu, sinking into the water: And the rest of us can breathe a collective sigh of relief. Or breathe, period.

Hidan: Fuck you, asshole. Oi, blondie; lemme borrow some of your shampoo!

Deidara: *hands it over* Where’d Tobi go, hm?

Hidan: He said he’d be here in a few minutes. That fucking weirdo … I bet he wears his mask in here. I don’t know what kind of freak show is under there, but —

Deidara: I’m sure he’s not that bad, Hidan. In fact I bet he’s really hot under everything.

Hidan: Psh; I doubt it.

*Tobi walks up, in a towel and mask*

Tobi: Oh boy! Is the water hot? Tobi loves hot water!

Tobi: *takes off the towel and moves to get into the water*

Hidan, pointing: Holy Jashin; what the hell happened to your back?!

Tobi: *twists his head to look* Oh … just a few scratch marks, Hidan-senpai!

Kakuzu: A few? You look like you got clawed by a bear, kid. You need me to treat that for you?

Tobi: No; Tobi will just ask Deidara-Senpai to start trimming his nails more!

Kakuzu:

Deidara, blushing and sinking lower into the water:

Hidan: 

Hidan: … but why would —

Kakuzu: Just take your damn bath, brat. I’ll explain it to you later.

[ikemengoessbrrrrr]

Ataru, talking about food safety: It's rainy season so be careful guys, you should eat your bento early like me.

Mendou: Bitch, you just hungry.

[uyallstars]

The Mendo Family's Summer Christmas | episode 79.

[a-space-opera]

[anicastes]

There’s no way Moroboshi could ever be that polite!

[yumedoca]

This bit caught me so off-guard lmaoo

[anotherfandom]

This gag basically got cut out, which I found a little disappointing but there we are.

[heich0e]

iwaizumi got a lower back tattoo on his 21st birthday.

if you showed one hundred people in the street a photo of 30-year-old hajime, and then surveyed them as to whether or not they think he has a lower back tattoo, it's unlikely more than one of them would say yes—and even the one who did probably just misheard the question. it's as unbelievable a thought as any, and still somehow it's true.

he was 21, legally drunk for the first time in america, and hanamaki and matsukawa had finally come to california to visit him to mark the occasion. it was kind of a stupid trip, they realized afterwards, because issei and hiro were still only 20 and couldn't even go out to the bars near UC irvine that all of iwa's college friends were inviting him out to for the first time.

but he didn't mind.

he bought them beer and sugary canned cocktails from the convenience store near campus using the birthday money his nanay sent him, silently repenting in his mind as the store clerk in the polyester vest rang the expensive purchase through. then they all got drunk in iwa's tiny student apartment while they played video games, called oikawa, and eventually wandered out into the warm california night in search of food.

the details beyond that are fuzzy, but the lines inked into the little space at the bottom of hajime's spine are not—even after nine whole years.

most people have no idea about the tattoo—and hajime has gone to great lengths to keep it that way. he wears a compression t-shirt at the gym so there's no risk of it riding up and accidentally revealing it. he orders patches to conceal it on the rare occasion he goes to onsens. he never showers with the athletes at work, always either opting to shower at home, shower after the team, or use the staff facilities when available.

but in spite of all of that, he's not embarrassed of it.

he doesn't even really regret it.

it's just not anybody else's business.

the ink on his skin is a secret kept between him, matsukawa, hanamaki, the guy who tattooed him, and oikawa who was screaming on facetime in the background while it happened.

and now you, too.

your hand snakes up the back of hajime's sweatshirt as he stands at the stove preparing breakfast, cool fingertips tracing the curls of ink even without seeing them—having long mapped them to memory. hajime suppresses a shiver, not expecting the contact, as you crowd yourself closer to his back and lean your weight against him.

"i was trying not to wake you," he says quietly, the hand not holding the chopsticks he's flipping his omelette with reaching behind him in search of you.

"you didn't," you murmur into his back, catching his seeking hand in yours and twining your fingers together. "smelled food."

hajime laughs to himself, his eyes crinkling. he squeezes your fingers tightly as his heart thuds in his chest.

underneath his sweatshirt, your nails rake lightly against his skin.

"shouldn't i be making your breakfast?"

hajime transfers his omelette to the plate waiting beside the stove, flicking off the burner and then turning to face you. he wraps his arms around you and holds you properly now, your face burrowing into the collar of his hoodie the way you always do, his nose brushing your temple.

"wanted to let you sleep a bit longer," hajime grunts out, his cheeks burning a bit hot—still shy, sometimes, even after so much time has passed. "thought you might be tired after..."

you snort, your head popping up to look at him. "after you fucked me within an inch of my life into the wee hours of the morning?"

the fire burning under hajime's skin grows even hotter. he splutters a little, and struggles to meet your gaze.

"i'm not tired," you whisper, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips. the incorrigible one he fell in love with. "we were celebrating, after all."

hajime's eyes are burning a little bit, to complement the stinging in his cheeks. you lift your hand up to his face so you can feel the heat of his skin, and he rests his own hand—larger, more calloused than your own—to rest overtop of it. he looks at you, and sees happiness reflected back at him in your gaze. so fathomless he thinks he could drown in it.

hajime turns his face into your touch, and his eyes flutter closed as he noses against your palm.

he presses a kiss there. soft. adoring.

then another, just slightly higher, to the ring he put on your finger the night before.

he peeks at you again, that same heat in his cheeks, though not nearly as unbearable.

he's got another secret he doesn't regret now, one just as permanent as the ink in his skin, but this one won't stay hidden long. eventually he'll call his parents, and his nanay will probably get teary. then he'll tell his friends, who will put his mother's tears to shame. he'll leave the tattoo artist out of it this time, though—wherever that guy is now.

"happy birthday, hajime," you whisper to him with a smile he can't help but return.

he might keep this secret between the two of you today, though. just for a little while longer.

it'll be his gift to himself.