#peanut parade games

[peanutparade]

Expect the AFP remaster to be uploaded to itch.io on Sunday!

[tamapalace]

Bandai Announces PokoPea Land Tamaverse Ticket!

Another Tamaverse ticket has just been announced by Bandai! PokoPea Land, which is a dream theme park in Japan.

This is the seventh Tamaverse Ticket to date, and it’s all about the theme park!

It includes seven new characters which are Peanutskun, Ponpoko, Chancho, Gachikoi-p, Bnn-hairtchi, Tanukininja, and Peanuts soup.

There’s even a parade to watch at the square! PokoPea and friends are putting on a parade at the PokoPea Monument. You’ll see all sorts of things at the parade.

There’s a PokoPea Land exclusive mini game too, which you will see at JOY Mameshita. Play the Okiraku King mini game where you will tape the music notes to the beat as they go by. The more you tap, the happier Ponpoko and Peanutskun will be. Aim for a full combo.

Then you have exclusive items to purchase at the Pokopea Shop. These include 5 foods, fried chicken, gyoza, mapo curry, endless takoyaki, an tofu.

Then there are some delicious snacks which include peanuts-kun jellies, tank cake, poko latte, ramune, beetle parfait, and soda tasters.

There are two items, which are a takoyaki maker, and peanuts-kun sauna.

13 accessories which include peanuts-kun, peanuts-kun earrings, peanuts-kun plush, ponpoko wig, tanuki eye mask, ponpoko tail, tankuki plush, tanuki ears, pokopea cookies, popcorn holder, beetle plush, purple beads, and power of love.

There are 4 pieces of furniture, a treadmill, shigaraki ware, cardboard box pixel, and retro TV.

And lastly there are two rooms, which include streaming room, and sauna room.

The PokoPea Land Tamaverse Ticket will require Tamagotchi Uni version 2.2.0 or higher, and will be released on the Tamaverse Ticket Shop website on Thursday, December 5th, 2024 JST for $6.00.

[iruiion]

in direct reference to that one DE "harry doesnt remember peanuts" post :]

[image description by @/army-of-bee-assassins (thank you!!): Fanart of Kim and Harry from the video game Disco Elysium, drawn in the style of Peanuts characters. Kim is on the left, standing in his typical parade rest. Harry is on the right, holding a thoughtful hand up to his chin. End ID.]

[tender-hearteddd]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞

bertholdt x fem!reader

modern au, college au, established relationship, slight music nerd bertholdt, bertholdt is above 6’4, reiner ships you and bert so hard (´◡`)

wc - 4.0k

warnings - kissing, overthinking, insecurities abt relationship, kinda bad 😭

a/n - wrote this on a whim when i was on my work break so it’s not the best 🙁 unedited and kinda messy

bertholdt loves it when it's just you two.

having his head cuddled between your plush thighs as you play with his brunette shag you hoped he never cut - watching the princess diaries in a comfortable silence you two shared so often that came with a growing mutual understanding of your budding relationship. he kisses the side of your plush thigh once in awhile when you run your hands over the side of his head in that way you always do when youre positioned like this on nights like these - when reiner is gone slaving away at practice right before the big game and it's just you two showering each other with affection.

that's until reiner comes back to his shared apartment with his best friend of over 5 years.

"reiner!" bertholdt slightly yelled like it was bloody murder. bertholdt quickly stood up, getting his abnormally big head (and big body) away from your thighs trying to act like nothing was happening - which was exactly happening. bertholdt accidentally pulled you off the couch as he frantically got up, a thud coming under you and a sympathetic look coming from bertholdt. sure - bertholdt loves showering you with his affection, but he'll never actually parade it in front of others, including the person who has seen him naked several times.

"what are you doing here?" he stupidly asked like him and reiner haven’t been living together for a whole year now.

"oh you know - coming back to my lovely home after a long day at practice.” reiner explains as he drops his gym bag and take off his sneakers, not acknowledging his best friends awkwardness to make him and you feel better.

it’s been a routine for the past couple of months. he’ll come home, see you and bertholdt cuddling, lost in your own world, and bertholdt being abruptly deported from his own little world with you whenever reiner appears into the living room.

reiner finds it slightly entertaining, not just how embarrassed bertholdt gets but the way bertholdt can easily be this close to you; you’ve created your own world with each other, speaking a language only you and bertholdt can understand. sure bertholdt’s awkward tendencies get in the way of him showing his love for you but reiner can see the way you love each other when he sees you two giggle at the plural form of ball.

and when you scold him for eating peanuts ever since he found out he was allergic to them because during your guys first date, they brought out a bowl of peanuts as an appetizer and apparently peanuts aren’t supposed to hurt your mouth like that (yet he still eats them).

and when he makes CDs for you filled with the static noise he calls music reiner and annie can’t stand yet you somehow like it.

and when you made reiner secretly steal all his pants one by one so you could tailor them to fit into his long legs.

and when bertholdt loves you to the point where he creates and you love him to the point where you can invent.

and when bertholdt gets too lost in his head, and reiner or annie never know what to do, but somehow you’re the only who could find him, and when bertholdt makes sure you don’t ever get lost, ever.

and when reiner comes home, after a long day at football practice, and he catches a quick glimpse into your shared world with bertholdt, speaking your own language, and he sees how he becomes you and you become him in the way you two hold each other. reiner likes this bertholdt, don’t get him wrong, he also likes awkward bertholdt a lot as well but he knows bertholdt is a lot more than an awkward sweaty lanky mess. he’s just happy that bertholdt has someone to be himself around - even his awkward self. and reiner would totally try pushing bertholdt to be more comfortable with holding you in front of others but right now, he smells like wet grass and total ass and he can’t feel his legs; trying to push bertholdt out of his box will have to wait.

apart, scratch that, a good chunk of you finds it insulting. like him being your boy and you being his girl is hell on earth. you know bertholdt loves you. of course he does! you’re his own prayer. but sometimes - he gets up a little too fast whenever reiner comes home, and it makes you do the unthinkable; overthink.

which is exactly what you’re doing right now as bertholdt helps you up the floor and you could feel his once dry palm, which he used to play with the side of your thighs as you played with his hair, now moist do to his nervousness. you sighed under your breath and grabbed your jacket and bag from the front door.

“alright, gonna take this as my sign to leave.” you said avoiding eye contact with bertholdt and reiner while zipping up your jacket.

bertholdt knows you’re annoyed. and he knows you’ll tell him that it’s fine.

“good luck tomorrow reiner!” you yelled as you were making your way out the door.

“wait!” bertholdt ran after you, swiftly putting on his house slippers, “let me walk you out!” bertholdt grabbed the top of the door frame preventing it from slamming, ducked his tall body under the door frame, and gently closed the door making sure he wouldn’t bother reiner.

you waited for him as he jogged a short distance to catch up to you.

“hey,” he greeted you like you weren’t hanging out the whole day.

you know you should say hi back, you always do, but you know what he always does? he always pushes you away when reiner comes home. and it’s not his fault for being so shy, but still, can’t a girl hold her boyfriend in peace?

“are you mad?” bertholdt asked with the worried look on his face he always seemed to have.

“no.” you briskly told him, keeping your eyes forward.

bertholdt sighs as he pushes the button for the elevator to go down. your arms are crossed as you wait for one of the elevators to be available. usually you and bertholdt would talk about everything and nothing - why he hates his philosophy professor, king krule possibly coming to paradis, if you should get those jeans from jaded london, giving him a fake palm reading just to touch his hands, looking at the view from the window in the elevator room and people-watching into the apartment complex across the street - but right now, it’s silent, and not the comfortable kind you two always have but the “please don’t be mad” kind.

“are you sure you’re not mad?” he asks, a little exasperated watching you walk into the elevator while you try to avoid eye contact. he walks in after you, distracted from how worried he is about you, the tall oaf ends up hitting his head on the sill of the elevator.

“Ow!” he rubs his forehead with his pointer finger and his thumb trying to numb the pain. he ducks down to the mirror of the elevator to check for any bleeding and catches you trying not to laugh your ass off at your oaf of a boyfriend. you have the prettiest smile, he swears. he tries to suppress his own smile as he hears you fail and you erupt into snorts and giggles.

“do I have to hurt myself in order for you to acknowledge me?” he jokingly asks.

“yes.” you respond as you still have a grin on your face from your fit of laughter not too long ago. bertholdt presses the button to go down to the garage, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek to reassure you about whatever you’re upset about.

bertholdt walks you to your car, still a little cautious around you.

“what’s on your mind? i know something’s wrong.” bertholdt steps in front of you, preventing you from going any further to your car. bertholdt isn’t letting you go to sleep tonight feeling like this.

“it’s nothing really.” and it really is nothing, to you at least but not to bertholdt.

“it’s something.” bertholdt quickly retorts gently bringing his hand to yours.

you’re a little emotional, you’ve always been.

“can you just hold me? there’s no one around.” you reassure him. bertholdt’s heart stings at your act of reassuring him. bertholdt looks around for a moment and hugs your body to his in the empty parking garage, feeling your specific type of inviting warmth to his chest and having the smell of your vanilla coconut leave in conditioner scent hug his nose. he’s leaning against your car as you lean into him.

“are you mad because i pull away from you whenever reiner comes home?” he gently asks as he gave you a kiss on your head.

“im not mad, just..”

bertholdt gives you all the time to continue.

“just..are you embarrassed of being in a relationship with me or something?” you look up at him, slightly teary eyed, hoping he wouldn’t notice. but he does; because he wants to make sure you’ll never get lost.

“no! of course im not!” he furrows his eyebrows at you. you stare up at him looking if he’s telling the truth. and you know he is but overthinking gets the best of you sometimes. “you should be the one embarrassed to be in a relationship with me!” bertholdt jokes to make you feel better.

you smile as you hug him tighter, “never.”

“it’s just sometimes i feel like you are embarrassed of me.” you push the side of your face into his chest, avoiding eye contact once again.

“I’m not.” and he isn’t. bertholdt looks down at you with sympathy in his eyes, rubbing and kneading your back. he knows you deserve someone who can hold you whenever they please.

“you know how shy I get.” bertholdt reassures you that it’s his problem, not yours.

“i know.” you tell him. “i don’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I just want you to hold me, just right now.”

“trust me, holding you doesn’t make me uncomfortable.”

bertholdt holds you in his strong arms like you’re a dove. every touch from him is carefully placed. you pout your lips signaling for a small kiss. as soon as he reaches down to give you a quick kiss, the tip of his ears red from his meekness, here comes porco galliard and his loud ass car beeping twice at you two. your eyes crinkle at his cars bright ass headlights and bertholdt lets you go from his grasp, not wanting porco to see the monstrous act of holding his girlfriend.

“give this to reiner for me!” the boy named after a pig yelled through his rolled down passenger window and threw out reiner’s jockstrap, bertholdt catching it as he let out a sigh of dissent. porco irresponsibly and annoyingingly, may I add, sped out of the garage, bertholdt yelling at him to slow down.

your eyebrows furrowed in distress when your giant of a boyfriend let you go. you watch as he slightly jogs after the speeding car and yells at the pig man driving it to slow down. bertholdt walks towards you, the dissatisfied look in your eyes wishing he kissed you a few moments earlier. bertholdt gives you a sympathetic smile as he held reiner’s jockstrap in between his fingers.

“bye,” you curtly smile back and tried as fast as you could to get into your car as you ignored your boyfriends goodbyes.

bertholdt watched your car drive out of the parking garage, a disappointed groan coming from his body.

the olive skinned boy closes his apartment door with a sigh. it pains him to know that there’s apart of you, that may grow into a chunk, that thinks he’s ashamed of you. and you know he isn’t, but he knows how you overthink. hell, he can’t blame you. if he was in your position, he would think the same thing too.

but bertholdt is shy - painfully shy, almost like he’s cursed to be this way forever, and it’s not like he doesn’t want to hold you the way he does behind closed doors in front of others. if bertholdt could, he’d have you attached to the hip.

bertholdt is just…how you say - modest.

one touch, and he knows he’s gone.

it took him at least three months into the relationship for him to even comfortably hold you, and took him another three for it to become a regular thing. every touch from your fingertips is a modified blow, and bertholdt is made of glass. the first time you molded your hands to the side of his face, he swore he shattered into a thousand pieces. and you put him back all together. you touch him like a prayer, a prayer only you two understand. the first time you touched bertholdt, when you held his face, or when he laid his head in between your thighs, or when his senses are overloaded with you - bertholdt feels his heart take root in his body, discovering something he doesn’t even have a name for.

so it’s not that bertholdt is embarrassed, he just craves even the slightest brush of your fingertips against his skin too much.

“You forgot your jockstrap.” bertholdt throws it to a now freshly showered reiner, who is currently eating his second bowl of lucky charms right now.

“thanks.” states a tired reiner.

reiner put his now empty bowl in the sink while bertholdt got ready for bed.

“goodnight bertholdt.” reiner slaps bertholdt’s flat ass.

“goodnight reiner.” bertholdt does the same to reiner.

reiner yawns and before closing his bedroom door, he peeks his head out, and with tired eyes and a tired voice, he tells his best friend since middle school,

“if you could slap my ass every night, you can hold your girl without being a scaredy cat about it by the way.”

bertholdt looks back at him with a surprised look on his face.

“you should hold her more.” reiner states before he kicks his bedroom close and going to sleep for his game tomorrow.

and bertholdt agrees.

these intrusive thoughts aren’t letting you sleep. the many times bertholdt has pushed your affection away in front of others is making you cringe and the little voice inside your head is not letting you forget them. there’s a devil and angel on your shoulders arguing whether he really loves you or not. you’re being dramatic, no you’re not, yes you are. all you really want is your boyfriend to hold you. is that too much to ask? you wanna cry but you don’t let yourself, bertholdt would let you. you let out a frustrated sigh and grab your phone from your nightstand. a second ago it was only 12 but now it’s almost 3 o clock in the morning. to hell with these intrusive thoughts.

bertholdt <3: Just wanna say goodnight and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. I hope you feel better in the morning, I love you.

sent at 12:25

you roll your eyes at the text message sent by your boyfriend but can’t help but feel a teensy bit better, but not enough to fall asleep. a glass of warm milk and those melatonin chocolates bertholdt bought for you will do. you find your roommate pieck awake at almost 3 in the morning making herself a cup of tea in her jaw titan mug.

“he did it again.” you tell her as you get out the carton of milk and pour it into a glass.

“again!?” pieck suddenly drops her spoon into her cup of tea.

“shhhhh!” annie is in her room doing the right thing you’re supposed to do at 3 in the morning, sleep. annie is also possibly the lightest sleeper you’ve ever come across and even pieck’s soft voice can wake her up.

“did you tell him how you feel?” pieck asked more quietly this time as she blew at her hot tea.

“yeah.” you sighed, waiting for the microwave to be done warming up your glass of milk.

“and?”

“and…he told me that he wasn’t embarrassed of me and he was just shy.” you take your too hot glass of milk out of the microwave and ended up yelling, possibly waking up annie and praying you didn’t.

“shhhh!” pieck pulls her finger to her lips.

you and pieck stay quiet to listen out for annie’s footsteps, and luckily for you two, you heard none.

“well that’s good right? he’s not embarrassed of you!” pieck says, a little more quiet this time, just in case.

“yeah but, your pig of a boyfriend, who’s headlights are way too bright, came to drop off…something reiner forgot and he let go of me like i was burning hot.” you drink all your milk in one go and let the chocolate dissolve in your mouth.

“but you are burning hot.”

“pieck,” you smile at her playful flirting while staying stern to let her know now is not the time to flirt

“why the hell are both of you still awake?” annie opens the door to her room glaring at both of her roommates.

“what the fuck annie!?” you yelped in your normal voice not having to whisper anymore.

annie makes her way to the fridge and grabs a water bottle, gulping it down like she’s been stranded in the Sahara desert for eternity.

“you two suck at whispering.” annie states throwing away the now empty water bottle.

“what could you two be talking about this fine night?” annie sarcastically asks.

“your bestie is a scaredy-cat and can’t hold his girlfriend in front of others.” pieck jokes.

“pieck!”

“bertholdt?”

“who else?” you confirm

“you can’t make him do anything that makes him uncomfortable, bertholdt’s always been like that.” annie defends her best friend as if you were talking bad about him in the first place.

“im not.”

“well it sounds like you are.” annie’s a good friend, you note.

“i never took a dig at bertholdt as a person, you know how I feel about him annie, i just…feel like he’s embarrassed of me.” you look away from her, a little embarrassed yourself.

annie scoffs, sitting down at the kitchen table “he is not embarrassed of you stupid.”

you look at annie a bit relieved.

“he’s just meek, okay? trust me, it gets to me sometimes too. bertholdt always seemed like he would be meek forever..”

“that’s not a bad thing.” you retort

“can you let me finish first?” annie continues “but, and I know you know this, he’s destined to be more than that.”

“he is already more than that.”

“i already know that.” annie says

there’s a bit of an awkward silence and pieck has awkwardly been stirring her tea the whole time.

annie sighs, “he seems to be a lot more confident ever since you’ve been with him and….” annie hates that she’s admitting this, god she prays you and pieck learn to whisper so she won’t ever have to say something like this again to anyone.

“I like that he’s happy with you.”

your eyes brighten up with joy.

“really?” you smile brightly.

“yes really.” annie sighs once again.

“thanks annie.” you give her a hug and she awkwardly pats your back. you make your way back to your bedroom, with a lingering smile on your face. you text bertholdt goodnight and you know he’s gonna worry over the time you sent your text (3:15 in the morning) but at least now your intrusive thoughts have stopped.

annie doesn’t see you as a friend like pieck or the rest of her friends do. you’re just her roommate. but ever since bertholdt has been dating you for the past 9 months, he does things like hum while doing basic tasks, developed an actual sense of fashion, listens to actual good music and her favorite? tells her and reiner that he loves them every night in their groupchat.

“annie?” pieck says quietly, her tea gone cold.

“yes pieck?” annie sighs, once again.

“do you like bertholdt, in the way Y/N likes bertholdt?” pieck is also a good friend.

annie turns to pieck a bit dumbfounded “pieck, I am literally a lesbian, god.”

“oh thank god.” pieck lets out a breath of relief.

annie goes back into her room, her head now hurting.

you have no idea how football works.

you chant offense when it’s defense, defense when it’s offense, don’t even know what it means to be flagged. yet here you are, giving all your undivided attention to the very homoerotic game that is football, trying to ignore your intrusive thoughts about your boyfriend. all you really know is reiner’s jersey number.

the score is currently 14 - 7, halftime is in three minutes, and under these late night stars, the crowd is starting to get rowdy. eren jaeger is sat three seats beside you yelling at jean kierstein about how much of a pussy the opposing team is. jean kierstein’s face is tomato red as he tries his hardest not to punch eren in the face. armin is right in the middle of it wishing he never came. mikasa knows that these losers wouldn’t even survive in a football game but she can. your roommate pieck just wants to support her boyfriend, and bertholdt and your other roommate annie are just supporting their best friend.

you don’t understand the hype for college football games. the aftermath was always so depressing. men fighting over two groups of other men cuddling each other, underage college students getting alcohol poisoning, people you’ve seen post environmental activism infographics on their instagram stories littering like it’s nothing.

you’ve seen the worst minds of your generation at a college football game.

bertholdt knows you have no idea what’s going on. he’s talking to annie about the game, while also trying to subtly explain to you how it works and annie has no idea why bertholdt is explaining the game to her. If bertholdt keeps this up, annie will probably have to beat his ass.

“the titans just got flagged? wow I wonder what they got penalized for.”

“yeah our defense, who stop the other team from scoring, have been doing really well this season!”

“our offense, who have the ball currently, have been kinda sloppy this quarter, don’t you think?”

Bertholdt is lucky halftime is about to start.

“I’m gonna go get something to eat.” annie states, annoyed by bertholdt.

“get me a korean corn dog please!” you yell after her. she flips you off as she walks away, which means yes, you will get your korean corn dog.

that silence between you and bertholdt appears from last night again, the “please don’t be mad” kind, and you don’t like it. you can feel bertholdt’s doe eyes on you and you know he’s worried about you. he let you go home feeling like an embarrassment to him and he has so much to make up for.

you two don’t really get into the typical fights, sure some misunderstandings, but nothing like this before. you’re overreacting, you know you are. but you can’t help but feel so insecure.

“you should stop explaining how football works to Annie before she beats you up.” you tell your oaf of a boyfriend in a way to let him know him that you don’t want it to be like this any longer.

“if she beat me up, would it make you happy?” bertholdt jokingly asked, a little relieved.

“very.” you gave bertholdt a toothy grin. you give him the most brisk kiss on the cheek, you don’t even think your lips touched him.

“thank you.” you tell him because you know the only reason why he even is explaining football to annie, who probably understands it way more than you and bertholdt, is because he thinks you need space from the passive aggressive predicament you got into last night. (which is far from what you need)

you’re eyes are guided back to the big jumbotron in the center of the field, watching the two dogs who represent the two teams race against each other. bertholdt keeps his eyes on you and observes the way your face lights up when you see the brown labrador dressed as an armored titan race against a black great dane dressed as the colossal.

“bertholdt that black dog resembles you so much!” you tell him in the nicest way possible as you point at the screen. ymir bursts into the most disrespectful laughter possible, her and her girlfriend historia sitting above you and bertholdt.

“ymir stop being mean!” historia scolds.

bertholdt doesn’t care though, he does look like a dog to a certain extent, and he doesn’t care - as long as he can see you smile. he disregards ymir’s snorts, he ignores eren and jean’s arguing, he hasn’t noticed that annie’s been gone for longer than usual, he forgets what breed the dogs were and which one won, the cheering in the stadium has suddenly stopped - all he knows at this moment is you. here you are, his girl, the biggest smile on your face accentuating your cheekbones with your eyes crinkling in the corner. he swears you have the prettiest smile. it makes his brain go fuzzy, makes him forget everything around him -

your intrusive thoughts have gotten the very best of you, all of last night and up to today. there’s that voice in your head who keeps on telling you that you’re not worthy of being shown off, that being with someone like you is an embarrassment - how dare anyone love you? but right now - bertholdt feels so honored in this current moment sitting this close to you and having the privilege to see you smile. he looks like an idiot probably as he admires you from his seat that his tall body can barely fit in. but he doesn’t care - all his inhibitions have left and you’ve replaced them.

reiner can’t wait until this game is over with. he’s sat on the metal moist bench with his helmet off squeezing his water bottle into his mouth as his bandages are being renewed below him by the teams nurse. the black game paint he painted across his face has became grey and smudged and his hair is soaked from how much he’s been sweating. there’s about three minutes of halftime left and he’s spending those three minutes watching the Jumbotron across him.

“pucker your lips and get ready for the kiss cam titans!” came a booming voice from the intercom.

the first couple weren’t even a couple and the girl ended up moving away when the guy motioned a kiss towards her.

the second couple gave each other a meek kiss and the crowd boo’d at their lousy excuse of a kiss.

the third couple was a girl in the middle of eating a korean corn dog and the giraffe of a man totally entranced by her cheese pull.

reiner’s eyes widen as he sets his eye on the dork of a couple who were cuddling on his couch last night.

bertholdt is looking at you like you’re the only person in this whole stupidly funded football stadium. you have a bit of mustard on the corner of your lips and your inhaling the cool night air to cool down the burning piece of fried cheese in your mouth. you look to bertholdt and stick your tongue out and point at it with sad eyes.

“I burnt my tongue,” you said with your tongue still sticking out.

“you’re on kiss cam you idiots!” ymir smiled at the both of you and playfully pushed bertholdt’s towards you.

bertholdt doesn’t even know he’s on kiss cam. he barely felt ymir push him over to you. he sees you look over to the jumbotron and grow embarrassed as you use your hand to cover your face. out of nowhere, you’re hit with the massive weight that is the whole crowd’s judgement. somehow, you’re the one filled with inhibitions and bertholdt isn’t.

“bertholdt…” you whisper to him, “we’re on kiss cam!” you say this like it’s the worse thing in the world.

all bertholdt hears is kiss and that’s what he does - in front of thousands of people, all of paradis�� college towns watching on their TVs, in front of eren jaeger and jean kierschstein who’ve stopped arguing due to how surprised they are, in front of armin arlert who’s just glad they’ve stopped arguing, in front of mikasa ackerman who has never felt so much second hand embarrassment in her life just from you eating your corn dog, in front of pieck finger who’s smiling so big because you were just telling her last night how you felt bertholdt was embarrassed of you, in front of annie leonhardt who can’t help but roll her eyes at you two, in front of ymir who’s cheering bertholdt on, and in front of reiner braun, who’s annoying the nurse who’s bandaging his calves from his constant movement as he stands up and cheers for his best friend since middle school.

bertholdt is carefully cradling your face in both of his hands, like you’re his own personal prayer, his own personal heaven, his own angel; they’re large and warm up your cool face and his fingers reach to your scalp. you didn’t expect this from him, you even thought he would just walk away pretending to not even know who you are (and if he did that, you would give him something to be embarrassed about). but here he is, his lips on your lips, kissing you like this is what mouths are for. finding warmth in his mouth, you relax into his lips and hold his hands closer to your face.

neither you or bertholdt can hear the crowd cheering you guys on as bertholdt’s lips put you into some sort of trance just like how your smile induced his. it is every kiss bertholdt owes you every time he pulled away in front of others. it is the song baby by donnie and joe emerson that is the first track on the CD bertholdt gifted you when he asked you to be his girlfriend. it is the last track - ‘baby’ by ariel pink. it is bertholdt’s hands cradling your face up to reach his lips and your hands on his, your mouth becoming his mouth, it is you who breaks into shards and it will be him who will put you back together.

once you both pull away due to the ear-paining air horn signifying that halftime is over, the kiss cam screening had already been over with. bertholdt’s olive skin heats up, his lips covered in your gloss and your lips a bit swollen.

you look up at to him with bright but bashful eyes, and you smile.

and he swears you have the prettiest smile.

[efingart]

JWIN Deleted Scene 1

It's been a while, hasn't it? I was looking to write something Frank a week or two ago when a friend suggested writing a deleted scene from JWIN. To keep me on track. I've got some smart friends huh?

Anyway, here you go. You only have to have read up to Chapter 7 (either version). Not highly edited, kind of written on vibes.

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The shell made a satisfying splintering sound before he crushed it between his fingers. He removed the peanuts, placing them in the palm of his other hand as he discarded the rest. Then, he popped the nuts into his mouth. The movements were done absently, as his eyes were glued to the television in front of him which was currently broadcasting the Phillies’ game. Before he even stopped chewing he plucked another peanut from the bowl and began the process again.

Truth be told, he wasn’t even that focused on the game. It was just something to look at, clear his mind of all the usual thoughts, stop it from wandering to darker things. He did like baseball, but his life was so busy, so unpredictable, it was hard to follow closely. He relished the moments he could catch a game and not have to read about it in the next day’s paper. But that’s when he was stateside. Good luck even trying to figure out the scores outside of the US. Even the year before, he hadn't known they'd won the Series until he got home a week later and saw the remains of dirty confetti that still littered the streets after the parade.

He dusted his hands off in his jeans and picked up his beer. The broadcast had gone to commercial, so he took the opportunity to scan the bar. Even though he wasn’t actively paying attention, he always had some kind of idea of who was coming in and out of the place. Constantly aware of who was around him. It was instinct, like knowing the distance between his spot at the bar and the nearest exits.

A couple walked up to the bar and stood close to him. Nothing remarkable about them. They ordered their drinks from the bartender and took them back to their booth. As they moved away, his eyes fell on a book on the floor. It was wedged between the stool and the front of the bar. He leaned over, long arms able to reach it without hopping off the stool. He again glanced around the bar to see if the owner would make themselves known.

But no one reacted. No one ran back in, breathless, realizing they had forgotten their book. Almost surprising anyone would notice it was gone, maybe relieved to not have to lug the heavy thing around. He moved to flag down the bartender. Maybe they had a lost-and-found they could keep it in. But the title caught his eye. The cover was a little different, but he recognized it.

In that moment he was transported back to a tiny apartment in East Berlin.

“You can borrow that if you like. It’s good.” “Not sure if I’d have the time to read it and get it back to you.”

He sucked in a breath. In the end, it was she who didn’t have the time.

He wondered if she got through the stack of books. Were they still waiting for her to finish them? Stacked neatly on that small table off her kitchenette? Or had some other officer taken over her apartment and tossed them? What happened to any of her stuff? She didn’t have any family. Were they donated? Probably trashed. Probably trashed all of it. The books, the clothes. That sweater that used to annoy her because it never stayed in place.

Wonder if Adler or Sims kept any of it. They’d have been the only ones who might want something of hers. Knowing them, though, probably not. You start collecting stuff you can’t bear to get rid of it. Then, your home becomes more of a memorial. A place to remember the dead instead of a space for the living.

And what if he had taken that book from her that day? Having a piece of a dead person like that. A physical reminder shoved in the bottom of his duffle. Forgotten about it until he had to do laundry when he made it home. He made it home.

How come he gets to live when everyone else around him keeps dying?

He set the book on the bar and flagged down the bartender. He ordered another beer, and when it came, he hopped off the stool. He tucked the book under his arm and took his beer to a booth. He sat down and placed the book in front of him.

For the space of a few sips of his beer, he sat there and stared at the cover. Then he opened the book, wincing as he accidentally cracked its spine, and began to read.

[justsomekpopstuff]

nct 127 as a baseball team

current masterlist | fic recs

part 2

Johnny: first baseman, with the obvious height advantage, known for his stretching catches, hands out peanuts and other snacks that he has in his pockets to people waiting at first base, friends with all the first-base coaches of other teams, cheers so loud from the dugout that its always captured on broadcast

Taeyong: catcher, the eyes and ears and the person in charge on the field at all times, seriously has eyes like a hawk, very intense when he's playing but as soon as he's in the dugout he's like "is everyone hydrated? Who needs snacks?", always the first to rush to an injured player, even if they are in the outfield bc he loves his teammates

Yuta: left field, despite being so far out always manages to gain the stadium's attention, whether it be through a perfect jump-catch or a diving save into the stands (which happens a LOT), once fell into the stands to make a catch and came out with the ball AND a fan's number, lowkey everyone's baseball crush (have you seen his face?)

Doyoung: third base, easily one of the most strategic players next to Taeyong, always looking for an opportunity to shift the tide of the game, is chairman of the Pitcher Protection Squad, makes sure the locker rooms are cleaned by everyone before they leave, is close friends with the team nutritionist to make sure everyone eats well

Jaehyun: center field, probably one of the most athletic members of the team, has a whole compilation of center field home run saves because of how high he can jump, once did a leap over a catcher to get a run (like THIS), everyone thinks he looks normal and then he'll say something out of pocket with complete nonchalance its scary

Winwin: relief pitcher, comes in clutch but everyone forgets him by the end of the game (which is NOT his fault, he's doing his best), his leg kick to pitch is the highest in the league, the team definitely still babies him a LOT when they travel, often gets called to lead the team in stretches and help the PTs

Jungwoo: right field, one of the most beloved members of the team, was added late into the season but easily made a great impression, created the outfielder's celebration when they get out of an inning successfully, gives the funniest interviews after games, and always makes sure to give love back to his team

Mark: Shortstop/second base, could literally play any position on the team successfully AND bats extremely well, came into the league super young with high expectations on his shoulders AND delivers every season, tied with Jaehyun's record for most jump-catches, regularly gets the silent treatment after home runs (before they celebrate)

Haechan: starting pitcher, the definition of "if my mouth doesn't say it my face will", also an absolute whiz on the mound and he knows it, has gotten ejected from a few games because of the sass but that's why everyone loves him, throws a nasty curveball with a smile, asked for a parade after getting his first no-hitter (and they almost did it too)

[ladyswillmart]

Since I was thinking about this yesterday, some shots of THE GREAT FAT CAT PARADE, from February 26, 2019. Not a coordinated event or anything, but I guess the mount released that day and we all just decided to parade around Rhalgr's Reach with it. This was before Shadowbringers, so RR was the place to be and usually pretty busy in those days.

This era of the game brings back good memories for me! The Omega and Ivalice raids were both awesome, and when you combine the two, you get this comparatively awesome peanut butter cup of a shot of Nero Scaeva:

[savage-rhi]

6 Questions Game

Tagged by @seradyn

1. Last Song? - I went through Prince's albums "Purple Rain" & "Parade". I had a LONG commute today into town and it was rainy on and off. The music got me out of a bad funk from the weather. Left off on his song Kiss. That one's fun! I know he's got controversy even in death as a person, but I like Prince as an artist.

2. Last show? - I don't have cable/network and use streaming services mostly. I'm not into too much at the moment. Nothing has really got my attention TV wise. Last Sunday I did catch The Last of Us on HBO Max. Wasn't a bad ep.

3. Currently watching? - I've been re-watching True Blood. When I was in high school and everyone was on a Twilight craze, this was my jam, my peanut butter, and my bread. After season 4 it honestly tanked for me. I wish it ended on better terms or was more aligned with the books. It's been fun though revisiting and remembering why I liked a lot of the characters as a kid, and remembering how my mom lost her shit at me watching this but my gram was like TELL ME WHEN THE NEXT EP IS OUT I LOVE IT! 😂

4. Currently reading? - I finished reading Dinosaurs: A Novel by Lydia Millet, and I'm currently on The Fictional Man by Al Ewing.

The first novel centers around the main character healing through his traumas and finding purpose in life again by connecting with others. The book is literally the embodiment of "enjoy the little things". The plot isn't too deep but its enough to give you pause and think about irrelevant moments that actually mean you're living. There's some good dinosaur metaphors in here too.

The second one is hella interesting (arguably too if you're into fandom stuff or have fictional crushes). From my understanding of the world thus far, "Fictionals" are created humans (either by cloning or advanced robotics idk yet) that represent, well, fictional characters that people love. Once the novelty wears off, many get discarded. I'm not sure if the main character is one yet, but it's been a fun read so far. Makes me sad too cause if this kind of tech was possible, I could definitely see abandonment being a thing.

5. Current obsession? - I don't think it's any surprise I've been on an FFXV binge for several months (and splurging on a crush on a fictional 2000 year old garbage pimp jesus dude). I've been playing a lot of Hades on top of it, and revisiting Death Stranding.

6. Unrelated obsession? - Pokemon, Resident Evil, FFX, FF7, FF8, Cowboy Bebop, Outlaw Star, Gundam, etc. I have a lot for fandom. Stuff outside of it I'm obsessed with are paleontology, space, and herpetology.

Thanks again Sera! Gonna tag @astrandofgold and see if they want to chime in what they been up to! 💙

[khylamarieren]

Extremely specific momentos from my childhood

Peanut butter pancakes

Baskin Robbins mint chocolate chip ice cream

Willow tree rope swing

Green Christmas wrapping paper

Hot chocolate & cookies 

Ski boots 

Casper the ghost

My twin doll

Yellow swing set 

Polly pockets

Barbies

4th of july parade 

Yellow life jacket 

Sand shovel

My secret garden

The phantom of the opera

Picking blueberries with childhood best friend

Strawberry vines at art teachers house

Purple sparkly skirt and top set

2 pigtail braids

Hotel california 

Love shack

Princess and the pea 

Daycare at moms gym

Pirate bag with a compass inside

Mini key I kept in my pocket

Playing school/house with childhood best friend

Black plastic salsa bowls to make soup with dirt

Spy games and vampire games

Apple tree

Playing clue 

Preschool Christmas party ornament making

Noodles in pink army green carton

The sound of music

Dinosaur park

Napkin notes under cereal from dad

Chitty chitty bang bang german castle

[dadjokestop]

Get ready to crack up with these peanut jokes! Whether you're a fan of the classic snack or just enjoy a good pun, these jokes are sure to bring some laughs. Let’s dive into 30 hilarious peanut jokes! The Nutty Question Why did the peanut go to the party? Because it heard it was going to be a “nut”ty good time! The Peanut Butter Dilemma What did the peanut butter say to the bread? “Quit loafing around and let’s stick together!” The Farmer’s Choice Why did the farmer plant peanuts? Because he wanted to “harvest” some laughs! The Shell Game What do you call a peanut that tells jokes? A “pun-anut”! The Snack Debate What’s a peanut’s favorite movie? “Nutty Professor”! The Bold Move Why did the peanut break up with the cashew? Because it found someone who “matched” its energy! The Classy Nut Why did the peanut wear a tuxedo? Because it wanted to look “nut-credible” at the gala! The Sweet Moment What did one peanut say to the other at the dance? “Let’s shake our shells!” The Classic Choice Why did the peanut refuse to fight? It didn’t want to get “crushed”! The Cooking Plan What do you call a peanut that’s always cooking? A “chef-nut”! The Friendship Pact Why do peanuts make great friends? Because they always stick together! The Peanut Parade What do you call a parade of peanuts? A “nutty march”! The Fluffy Dream Why did the peanut get a pillow? It wanted to have sweet “nutty” dreams! The Study Buddy Why did the peanut go to school? To become a little “smarter-nut”! The Catchy Tune What song do peanuts love to sing? “Peanut Butter Jelly Time”! The Picnic Choice Why did the peanut refuse to go to the picnic? It didn’t want to get “shelled”! The Talent Show What did the peanut say during the talent show? “Watch me crack up the audience!” The Job Offer Why did the peanut apply for a job? To get “ahead” in life! The Dance Move What dance move do peanuts love? The “nutty shuffle”! The Lucky Charm Why did the peanut carry a lucky charm? To help it “shell-abrate” good times! The Bold Adventure What did the adventurous peanut say? “Let’s go explore the ‘nuts’ and bolts of life!” The Comic Relief Why did the peanut go into comedy? To give everyone a “nutty” laugh! The Sweet Dream What do you call a dreaming peanut? A “peanut butter fantasy”! The Sporty Nut What sport do peanuts excel at? “Nutball”! The Food Fight Why did the peanut lose the food fight? It got “shelled” before it could throw a punch! The Wise Choice What did the wise peanut say? “Life is better with a little crunch!” The Playful Nut Why did the peanut cross the road? To get to the “shell” of the joke! The Mystery Nut What do you call a peanut detective? A “nut-sleuth”! The Family Reunion What do peanuts do at a family reunion? Catch up on old “shell” stories! The Day Off Why did the peanut take a day off? To relax and enjoy some “nut-ure”! The Gift Surprise What do you give a peanut on its birthday? A “shell-ebration”! The Picnic Fun Why did the peanut invite its friends to the picnic? To enjoy a “nut-ty” feast! The Epic Tale What do you call a story about a heroic peanut? A “nut-venture”! Conclusion: Let’s Go Nuts with Laughter! In conclusion, peanut jokes are a fun and tasty way to bring smiles to any gathering. Whether you're sharing them with friends or enjoying them solo, these jokes are sure to get everyone laughing. So go ahead, spread the laughter and enjoy your nutty humor!

[babii-demi-demon]

Abyssinian Guinea Pig babii

Flufii

♡》inquisitive and curious

♡》social and chatty

♡》gentle and affectionate

♡》playful and lively

♡》food-loving and treat-oriented

Favourite Foods:

♡》babii carrots with hummus

♡》apple slices with peanut butter

♡》mixed berrii smoothie

♡》vegetable chips

♡》diced cucumbers with yoghurt dip

♡》mini veggie sandwiches

♡》strawberrii slices with whipped cream

♡》blueberrii oat bars

♡》veggie pinwheels

♡》zucchini fries with marinara dip

♡》bell pepper slices with hummus

♡》cucumber and tomato salad with light vinaigrette

♡》baked apple chips with cinnamon

♡》mini veggie pizzas

♡》carrot sticks with peanut butter

♡》berrii and yoghurt parfaits

♡》watermelon slices with lime

♡》crispy veggie chips

♡》mini veggie burgers

♡》fruit skewers with honey yoghurt dip

♡》oatmeal raisin cookies

♡》smoothie bowls with fresh toppings

Likes:

♡》exploring cosy spaces

♡》snuggling with Daddii and stuffiis

♡》chasing after soft, dangly toys

♡》listening to soft music or nature sounds

♡》burrowing into piles of blankiis

♡》nibbling on snacks

♡》cuddling with Daddii

♡》exploring tunnels or hideaways

♡》socializing and playing

♡》gentle brushing and petting

♡》playing with sensory balls filled with soft textures

♡》snuggling with Daddii during movie nights

♡》building soft, cosy nests

♡》playing gentle games

♡》listening to Daddii read soft stories

♡》exploring new tastes during snack time

♡》watching Daddii make food

Dislikes/Fears:

♡》loud noises or sudden movements

♡》being left alone for long periods

♡》harsh criticism or scolding

♡》feeling cold or uncomfortable

♡》crowded or overwhelming spaces

♡》being ignored or overlooked

♡》being rushed during activities

♡》dirty or messy environments

♡》overly noisy environments

♡》being left out

♡》overly hot or cold temperatures

♡》fast or overwhelming games

♡》feeling unprepared for new situations

♡》strong, unpleasant smells

Activities:

♡》building blankii forts for play and rest

♡》hide-and-seek

♡》exploring play areas with soft toys

♡》gentle chase games with Daddii

♡》nibbling on treats during snack time

♡》cuddling with Daddii while watching a movie

♡》listening to storytime with stuffiis

♡》playing soft ball games indoors

♡》gentle grooming time with Daddii

♡》sitting in Daddii's lap and cuddles during quiet time

♡》playing with dangling ribbons and soft feathers

♡》exploring new environments

♡》playing with sensory toys with gentle lights and sounds

♡》stuffii parades

♡》soft-play burrowing

♡》hopscotch

♡》gentle chase games

♡》listening to gentle lullabies or nature sounds with friends

♡》snuggling in blankii forts for storytime

♡》playing gentle soccer with plush balls

♡》grooming stuffiis

♡》listening to soft classical music during quiet playtime

♡》snuggling up for storytime in blankii nests

♡》playing with interactive sensory toys with soft texts and lights

Sensory and Comfort Items:

♡》weighted plush blankii with soft, tufted textures

♡》plush guinea pig-shaped cushion

♡》interactive soft ball with gentle bells and ribbons

♡》weighted plush lap cushion with tufted fur and calming scents

♡》plush burrow with soft textures and gentle lights

♡》weighted guinea pig stuffii

♡》plush guinea pig pillow

♡》weighted plush blankii with calming scents and textures

♡》weighted guinea pig-shaped lap cushion

♡》weighted plush guinea pig bed with soft textures

Wishlist:

♡》weighted guinea pig plush blankii with soft textures

♡》interactive soft playpen

♡》weighted guinea pig stuffii

[peanutparade]

Getting Close...

Coding and animation are officially done for AFP remastered. I want to do a little more playtesting to ensure that it's ready for public release, but we're definitely getting there!

[spaciousreasoning]

Celebrating Pride

We got off to a slow start Saturday morning, thanks to a difficult night’s sleep for both of us. My blood sugar had dropped a bit more, down to 249. Got to keep avoiding those mocha shakes and carbs.

When we finished our coffee and morning brain games, we headed out for the Eugene Pride event, in Alton Baker Park, located along the Willamette River and a stone’s throw from the University of Oregon’s Autzen Stadium. We discovered this park while walking along the river path following a meal at the nearby McMenamins North Bank not long after we arrived.

Oregon Pride events are celebrated throughout several months, from June to September, primarily to allow communities around the state to support each other. Eugene celebrates Pride in August, while Salem holds a parade and block party in June, and Portland now holds its celebration in July.

Nancy fell over a curb on the way in, and when we got to the first aid tent, it was staffed by folks from the same medical office where granddaughter Kathleen works. When we mentioned her name, the young woman who was bandaging Nancy’s knee said, “Oh, we love Kathleen!” That was a nice thing to hear.

There was plenty to see and thousands of people to watch, including two stages, lots of food trucks, and many tents and booths from a variety of groups and organizations, including a number of churches. Representatives from St. Thomas were there throughout the day.

We chatted briefly with some folks at the Eugene Gay Men’s Chorus tent. One of them was familiar with Tucson’s gay men’s chorus, Reveille. Sadly, we arrived too late to hear their performance, but they will be presenting a holiday concert in December. We will definitely try to make that.

We only lasted about ninety minutes before all the walking and the increasing heat got to us. On the way back, we stopped in downtown Springfield for another visit to Cornucopia on Main Street. Nancy’s daughter and son-in-law introduced us to the place, and we have been back a couple of times.

After working up an appetite at Pride, we were in the mood for their good hamburgers and tots. Nancy went for the cheeseburger with cheddar and all the fixings. I got the mushroom and Swiss burger. We brought home half the tots for later consumption.

Following our post-lunch nap, we started to get the lawnmower ready for Kathleen and Ronin’s assistance. When Nancy and I finally pulled it out of the box, however, it was already assembled. We just had to open and extend the handle and attach the basket for catching the cuttings.

Then we cut the lawn and Ronin did some edging. When we were finished, they packed up the lawnmower to take to Kathleen’s place, where there is even more lawn to cut than at our place. She reported later that they managed to cut their entire lawn without needing to charge the battery again.

Since Nancy and I did a lot of walking earlier in the day, we passed on wandering around our neighborhood in the evening. And because of the big meal consumed earlier, we passed on dinner. Instead, we dived right into an evening of streaming, with our snacking peanuts and a bowl of green grapes nearby.

[la-appel-du-vide]

06•13•24 - B’s 29th Birthday 🥳

I hate when birthdays fall on weekdays, especially because B won't take the day off for his! I'm a firm believer that no one should work on their birthday!

I did my best to make it a fun day for him despite that.

The night before his birthday, my parents took him out for his birthday dinner, and he (of course) picked Settebello's. I am a huge fan too, so I was happy! They gave him a Chick-fil-A gift card, a car tire inflator tool, and my Dad got him a gopher head cover for his driver, and a new driver. Super nice, and he was excited for that.

On his actual birthday, I woke up early to decorate the house and set his presents out, and then I sent him Chick-fil-A for lunch. I can't stop laughing at the photo the Door Dash driver sent me to prove it was delivered, with Reef's tiny little eyes poking out in the window hahah.

When I got home, we went to dinner at Union Grill so he could get his favorite onion rings, and then we came back to have cake and open presents. This year, I ordered a custom ice cream cake from Cold Stone! I did chocolate cake, with a layer of peanut butter, and the ice cream part was Sweet Cream with Reese's cups and brownies. I had sprinkles on the exterior of the cake (because birthday, duh) and more Reese's put on top! It turned out cute, and actually tasted great!

He opened his presents while I cut the cake. Reef picked out a new rope to give him, and just knew B would be so excited to play with it together. I gave him Mario Golf for the Switch, a new Colter Wall vinyl record, and tickets to Gregory Alan Isakov in August.

And so far, the golf game has been a big hit haha.

The next day, we tried to have a full day of birthday activities, since he took Friday off. We started at the driving range, so he could test out his new driver. Then we set off for the Parade of Homes in Utah County. It's a long drive, but the houses there can't be beat. We originally had plans to hit a record store in SLC, but decided to prioritize seeing as many homes as possible. There were some absolute bangers, and we had a blast. We made it through 12 before we ran out of time, and headed back for dinner at P.F. Changs! It's been awhile, so that was yummy.

Finally, on Saturday, we had a combined B's birthday/Father's Day round of golf with Dad and Isaac. I, of course, did terrible, but everyone else had some great hits - and that is exactly what we needed.

Happy birthday, B. You're all the good things in the world. ❤️

[famousinuniverse]

Malaysia Cultural

Malaysia is a multi-cultural society. The main ethnic groups are the native Malays as well as large populations of Chinese, and Indians. When visiting the country it is clear that the ethnicities retain their religions, customs and way of life.

Gawai Dayak parade: Iban girls in a Gawai Dayak parade, Kuching, Sarawak, Malaysia.

Malaysia has a rich cultural life, much of which revolves around the traditional festivities of its diverse population. The major Muslim holidays are Hari Raya Puasa (“Holiday of Fasting”), or Aidilfitri (ʿĪd al-Fiṭr), to celebrate the end of the fasting month of Ramadan, and Hari Raya Haji (“Holiday of the Pilgrimage”), or Aidiladha (ʿĪd al-Aḍḥā), to celebrate the culmination of the season of pilgrimage to Mecca. Buddhists honour the life of the Buddha on Hari Wesak (“Wesak Day”), and Chinese Malaysians celebrate Chinese New Year. Deepavali (Diwali), a Hindu festival of lights spanning several days, is observed by many Indian Malaysians, while Christmas is the principal holiday of the Christian community. On most of these holidays, it is customary to host an “open house,” where guests are treated to Malaysian delicacies and hospitality. A holiday that spans all ethnic groups and religions is Hari Kebangsaan (National Day), a celebration of Malaysia’s independence on August 31.

Iban girls dressed in full Iban (women) attire during Gawai festivals in Debak, Betong region, Sarawak

A Dayak man performing the Tarian Ngajat (Ngajat Dance)

The states have their own holidays. Sarawak, for instance, celebrates Gawai Dayak (“Dayak Festival”). Rooted in the harvest rituals and festivities (gawai) of the Iban and Bidayuh peoples, this holiday broadly honours the state’s non-Malay indigenous heritage.

Beyond the official holidays and other religious festivities, important life events such as birth, circumcision (for young Muslim men), and marriage are usually celebrated by a feast, known in Malay as kenduri. The wedding ceremony is generally the most important and elaborate of such events among both Malay and non-Malay peoples. In rural areas the kenduri is normally held at the house of the host family, while in urban areas the feast often takes place in a large hall or hotel.

Nasi Lemak, the national dish of Malaysia

Malaysian cuisines reflect the mixture of ethnic groups in the country’s population. The three most prominent cuisines are Chinese, Indian, and Malay. Popular Chinese foods include sweet-and-sour Cantonese dishes and a milder favourite, Hainanese chicken rice. Indian cuisine ranges from the hot vegetarian dishes of southern Indian cooking to the more subtly spiced Muslim Indian food to the yogurt-marinated meats of tandoori cookery from northern India. All these foods, while recognizably Chinese or Indian, have developed a distinctly Malaysian character.

Traditional Malay cuisine consists of white rice served with various curries and fried dishes. Sate, small skewers of chicken or beef dipped in a spicy peanut sauce, nasi goreng (“fried rice”), and nasi lemak (“fatty rice”), which is coconut rice served with fried anchovies, peanuts, and a curry dish, are among the most common Malay foods. Noodles, cooked and served in various styles, are also local favourites.

Non-Muslim indigenous peoples of Peninsular and East Malaysia typically eat a staple food such as rice, tapioca, or sago served with locally grown or gathered vegetables (e.g., ferns and tapioca leaves) and fish, wild boar, venison, or other game. The food is generally not spicy or only mildly so.

Cultural institutions

Joget Melayu, a Malay dance

The history and cultural life of Malaysia are exhibited primarily in various museums in Kuala Lumpur and several state capitals throughout the country. Built in a Malay architectural style in 1963, the National Museum in Kuala Lumpur houses a diverse archaeological and ethnographic collection that documents Malaysia’s social, cultural, artistic, and economic history. The Perak Museum in Taiping is the oldest museum in Peninsular Malaysia and contains collections of the natural history and material culture of the region. The Penang Museum and Art Gallery highlights Penang Island’s immigrant and colonial history. In East Malaysia, the Sabah Museum in Kota Kinabalu and the Sarawak Museum in Kuching, both established in the late 19th century, chronicle the unique prehistory and history of these states and their peoples.

A craftsman making batik. Malaysian batik is usually patterned with floral motifs with light colouring.

In addition to the broadly ethnographic or historical museums, there also are numerous institutions dedicated to the documentation of particular Malaysian phenomena. The Islamic Arts Museum in Kuala Lumpur, for instance, traces the advent and growth of the art and culture of Islam in Malaysia from the 7th century to contemporary times. Other such topical museums include a numismatic museum, a museum of telecommunications, and an armed forces museum, all located in the capital city.

Malacca Art Gallery

Malaysia is home to many art galleries and theatres for the performing arts as well. The National Art Gallery has permanent exhibitions of modern paintings by Malaysian artists and rotating exhibitions of art from around the world. Plays, dances, and musical productions by Malaysian and international performers are staged regularly at the grand national theatre, called the Istana Budaya (“Palace of Cultures and Arts”), in Kuala Lumpur.

Sports and recreation

Sepak Takraw is considered Malaysia's national sport.

Sports in Malaysia are a mixture of traditional and Western games. From the mid-19th century, British expatriates introduced football (soccer), cricket, track and field events, and rugby to the peninsula; they formed a number of clubs and organized competitions. The Malaysia Cup (formerly the H.M.S. Malaya Cup), first contested in 1921, is the country’s premier football competition.

Cricket: Malaysian men playing cricket.

Traditional sports also enjoy local popularity. Top-spinning (main gasing) competitions are seriously contested, with winning tops often spinning for well over an hour. In some areas, top spinning is not merely a random pastime but is associated with the agricultural cycle. Kite flying also is a favourite activity, as are bird-singing contests, which may feature hundreds of birds, all with unique songs. Sepak takraw (“kick ball”) is a uniquely Southeast Asian game (now played in other regions) that is similar to volleyball but is played with a woven rattan ball and without using the hands. The sport is internationally competitive, and Malaysia has fronted winning teams.

Lee Chong Wei of Malaysia vs Long Chen of China

Malaysia made its debut at the Summer Olympic Games in Melbourne in 1956. At the 1992 and 1996 Summer Games the country took medals in men’s badminton. Malaysia was one of the founders of the biennial Southeast Asian Games and has hosted the event several times since its inception in 1957.

Media and publishing

The press is the principal source of information in urban areas of Malaysia. The newspapers are all privately owned (many by political parties) and vary greatly in circulation, quality of reporting, and news coverage. Dozens of daily papers circulate in all the major languages of the country, including Malay, English, Chinese, and Tamil. In Sabah several dailies also are issued in the Kadazan language.

Malaysia opposition papers sold alongside regular mainstream newspapers

Although many public and private radio stations cater to urban listeners, radio is the primary information channel in remote rural areas. Both on the peninsula and in East Malaysia, the government-operated Radio Television Malaysia (RTM) broadcasts in Malay, English, and assorted Chinese languages, as well as in various indigenous languages, such as Iban in Sarawak. RTM also broadcasts internationally in Arabic, English, Chinese, and the national languages of several of Malaysia’s Southeast Asian neighbours.

Television is a popular medium across geographical and linguistic boundaries. The government had a monopoly on television broadcasting until the mid-1990s, when it opened the industry to private operators. Since that time several commercial stations have been established, and the emergence of private cable and satellite companies has allowed television broadcasting to reach the most remote rural regions of the country.Ooi Jin BeeThomas R. LeinbachZakaria Bin Ahmad

History of Malaysia

The Dutch fleet battling with the Portuguese armada as part of the Dutch–Portuguese War in 1606 to gain control of Malacca

Extending well into the western zone of the Southeast Asian archipelago, the Malay Peninsula has long constituted a critical link between the mainland and the islands of Southeast Asia. Because Malaysia itself is divided between the two regions, the history of the country can be understood only within a broad geographic context. The Strait of Malacca, narrowly separating the peninsula from the archipelago, has been a crossroads for peoples, cultures, and trade passing through or taking root in both areas. Influences from China, India, the Middle East, and, later, Europe followed the maritime trade. Peninsular Malaysia and the two states of East Malaysia, Sarawak and Sabah, have shared many historical patterns, but each region also has developed in unique ways.

The historical map of Malacca Sultanate (1402–1511) Malay Peninsula and East Coast of Sumatra. Made and improved based on "Atlas Sejarah Indonesia dan Dunia" (The Atlas of Indonesian and World History), PT Pembina Peraga Jakarta 1996.

Prehistory and the rise of Indianized states

Malaysia’s prehistory remains insufficiently studied, but bone and artifact discoveries at the Niah Cave site in northern Sarawak confirm that the area was already inhabited by Homo sapiens about 40,000 years ago. The vast cave complex contains remains that not only indicate a nearly unbroken succession of human visits and occupations but also chronicle the evolution of stone tools until some 1,300 years ago. Peninsular Malaysia has been inhabited for at least 6,000 years, archaeologists having unearthed evidence of Stone Age and early Bronze Age civilizations; Neolithic culture was apparently well established by 2500 to 1500 bce. Early historical studies postulated that successive waves of peoples—ancestors of the contemporary Malays—migrated into the region from China and Tibet during the 1st millennium bce, pushing earlier inhabitants into the western Pacific or remote mountain enclaves. More recently it has been suggested that the southward migration consisted of small groups who imposed their culture and language and created new ethnic fusions.

Niah Cave, Sabah, East Malaysia, on Borneo.

Small Malay kingdoms appeared in the 2nd or 3rd century ce, a time when Indian traders and priests began traveling the maritime routes, bringing with them Indian concepts of religion, government, and the arts. Over many centuries the peoples of the region, especially those within the royal courts, synthesized Indian and indigenous ideas, making selective use of Indian models—including Hinduism and Mahayana Buddhism—in shaping their political and cultural patterns. The most significant complex of Indianized temple ruins has been found around Kedah Peak in northwestern Peninsular Malaysia.

Because the peninsula and northern Borneo both lacked broad, fertile plains, they were unable to support the high population densities that were the foundation of other, more powerful Southeast Asian civilizations, such as those that flourished on the island of Java and on the mainland in what is now Cambodia. However, scant documentation, chiefly from Chinese written sources, suggests that perhaps 30 small Indianized states rose and fell in Malaya—the Malay region of the peninsula—during the 1st millennium ce. The most important of these states, Langkasuka, controlled much of the northern part of the region.

Copper mine in Sabah.

Malaya developed an international reputation, both as a source of gold and tin and as the home of renowned seafarers; as its reputation grew, however, Malaya increasingly was exposed (or subjected) to cultural influences from surrounding powers. Between the 7th and 13th centuries many of the region’s small, often prosperous maritime trading states likely came under the loose control of Srivijaya, the great Indianized empire based in Sumatra. At various times, other Indianized powers of Southeast Asia—including the Khmer (Cambodian) empire based at Angkor, the Tai kingdom of Ayutthaya, and the Majapahit empire centred in eastern Java—also claimed suzerainty in the region. These early cultural forces in Malaya left a living legacy, traces of which are still evident in the political ideas, social structures, rituals, language, arts, and other traditions of Malay Muslims.

Although development was slower in more remote, less fertile northern Borneo, the area that is now Sarawak had entered the Iron Age by ce 600. Archaeological excavations in the Sarawak River delta have revealed much evidence not only of early ironworking but also of extensive trade with China and the Southeast Asian mainland. The local peoples offered edible bird’s nests, rhinoceros horns, hornbill “ivory” (from the casque atop the bird’s beak), camphor, spices, wood, and other goods in exchange for Chinese ceramics, metal, and probably clothing. Meanwhile, Neolithic boatbuilders along the east coast of present-day Sabah were involved in extensive interregional trade; the maritime peoples of the area called the territory the “land below the wind” because it lay south of the tropical cyclone (typhoon) belt.

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Perakanan couple, Malaysia, by CJ Photography

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