#pocari sweat anime

[i01-xcl]

[fifthmoon0]

today’s photo dump

[holmslice69art]

[fuckyeahneena]

Back on my Yowapeda bullshit

[tooningfork]

Pukari Sweet super ion water

(Bocchi the Rock E07)

Note: Parody of Pocari Sweat ion supply drink

[nukeynunu]

I invested the last 2h into a joke.

[alteredphoenix]

If someone had told me Bang Dream! was going to get a collab with Chainsaw Man of all things, I’d have laughed at them.

[peppertoastuniverse]

more than a late night snack: – gojo satoru chapter 2: pocari sweat

contents: geto suguru & reader, gojo satoru x reader, tw!ptsd, suguru being a good friend, shoko cameo, satoru being down bad and not knowing it yet, you and geto basically bully gojo lol summary:  sparring with geto is always difficult, but with gojo’s new found interest in you, it’s proving to be a different challenge all together.

wc: 3.2K

“here, for beating this animal.” he offers the bottle of pocari sweat to you, ignoring geto’s eye roll behind him. gojo shakes the bottle slightly when you hesitate. “c’mon take it.” “… uh thanks, gojo,” suspiciously eying him. that was strangely… thoughtful of him. what’s his deal?

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once again you were lying on your back, panting, his wide frame leaning over you with a small taunting grin on his face.

god, he was good. so fucking good – it almost infuriated you. he always knew what to do to get you into this position. geto was undoubtably strong and skilled, you couldn't help but call on him every chance you got – embarrassingly sometimes even twice a day. at first he was too gentle and hesitant with you until you practically had to beg him to show you no mercy – which is how you landed on your back for the millionth time that day. you groaned, feeling little annoyed, humbled and sweaty. a part of you thought he liked the extra cardio, but deep down you knew that there was a competitive part of him that just liked to win.

“ready to go again?” he asks slightly out of breath. geto gracefully unties his long hair from his messy bun, before combing his fingers roughly through his hair to redo the knot. a few months ago you shyly asked geto if he could help you improve your hand-to-hand combat and you were grateful when graciously he agreed. you needed the practice. so a few times a week you met geto at the school gym. he was a good teacher, giving you pointers here and there, encouragingly suggesting adjustments to your technique. you were improving, slowly but surely. you winced still on the ground, a frustrated hand passing over your face. “i know i pinned you last time, but today it seems impossible.”

“well, you’re more distracted today and a little more .. impulsive,” he thoughtfully hums, hand over his mouth. “what’s been on your mind?” “I.. uh..just – ” you exhale, hollow eyes looking to the ceiling of the gym. a part of yourself was still back in shirakawa were you could hear the distant screaming, smell the mutilated bodies and the blood pooled at your feet – “…hm?” geto prompts you patiently, crouching down to lay beside you on the gym mats, still looking into your eyes. geto was two opposites at once, a soft contradiction. he had an intense stare but a gentle way about him that made you feel heard and reassured but simultaneously you knew that if he really wanted to, geto would be able to coax absolutely anything from you without any real effort. his domineering strength matched his silent resilience and you weren’t sure what to fully make of him just yet. you stared into his amethyst eyes hesitantly, debating on if you trusted him enough for this yet. it’s not that you didn’t like geto, you were probably the closest to him in your year – but that wasn’t really saying that much –  like everyone else you kept him at a safe distance. but you weren't sure if you were ready yet.

sensing your reluctance, geto joins you in looking up in at the ceiling, hiding his almost clairvoyant stare ".. i'm only asking because i've been a little worried.” you hummed quietly in acknowledgement fiddling with your fingers that rested on your stomach, unsure of what to say or where he was going with this.

“…you've be more quiet, like in your head a bit more, you know? shoko asked about you the other day and even satoru noticed." he continues thoughtfully. geto wasn’t sure what was going on with you, but he felt as if you were slowly slipping away. retreating into some cruel sanctuary where no one could follow. he could almost see through you, a shell his words would go through, disappearing into the void that occupied your seat. you weren’t joining them in the kitchen for meals anymore and you seemed to be even more reserved than before, even skipping sparring practice with him using a thinly veiled excuse of fatigue. your eyes were clouded and were weighed down by the dark rings that hung around them.

you sighed unsteadily, focusing on specific a beam on the ceiling.

you were growing more and more aware of the weight that you were carrying for two weeks. the burden almost suffocating you pressing against your lungs, squeezing so deeply that you were nearly drowning from the inside out.  you were certain there was deep scarring left behind. the scars of regret, guilt and fear that reverberated in your cavity, in the voice of the little grandma that made you udon, the young girl you let braid your hair, the man who gave you some daikon just because, the woman with the short hair who- dead. all dead.

geto’s honeyed tone calls your name, tethering you back to reality. throwing you a buoy to keep your struggling mind above the rapids. geto’s presence was calming, and his smooth voice was helping chase away your racing thoughts. with him you felt comfortable, safe even … maybe he had the potential to be someone that you could fully trust. you reluctantly rolled over on your side to finally look directly at him, making a decision.

“i’ve been.. having these dreams.” “...dreams?” “mhm… of shirakawa.” voice trembling, hands curling into fists, voice shaking slightly.

a pregnant pause of realization. geto’s eyes widen in understanding. he chastises himself – that would make sense, why didn’t he see it earlier? your strange behaviour started after that mission, your face paled when ieri casually asked about it the other day. nightmares were an unspoken byproduct of the job of being a sorcerer. even geto had lingering thoughts of certain missions that have gone astray and was often disgusted with what he saw on the battlefield. overtime he was starting to grow saddened with how other sorcerers – his friends– were being affected by the horrors of the job. duty. a choice to suffer for the greater good – a necessary sacrifice. it was a sobering realization.

his hand taps antsily on his stomach he turns his head to you feeling your shy stare.  geto rolls over to his side, mirroring you, studying your struggling expression. gently he inches closer to you and reaches over. he engulfs your shaking fist in his larger warm hand. lightly squeezing, geto successfully easing your shaking. the rough waves of guilt within you calmed to the rhythm of his slow breathing. his quiet reassurance and acknowledgement of your struggles simultaneously squeezes your chest, protecting you from your intrusive thoughts. you shut your eyes as you feel his thumb moving back and forth  – a sympathetic reminder of his understanding. after some time, you open your eyes. "...thanks geto," you say faintly, not trusting your voice for much more, you already felt too vulnerable.

“hm? for what?”

“for.. for this.”

withdrawing his hand, his violet eyes soften as you see the beginnings of a small smile forming, "y'know you can call me suguru, right?"

“…I can?” “yeah! ‘course you can. we’ve known each other for like – what like almost 6 months now?”

“yeah, something like that...”

“yeah so, we’re friends right?”

friends.

“i.. yeah. yes. i guess we are friends.”

“so, my friends call me suguru –” he says easily, like being kind was the simplest thing in the world. he amazed you. "hmm, i dunno because gojo calls you baby. so… i wanted to be sure," you tease. "oh? you can call me baby too if that's what you're comfortable with." geto says amused, elbow upright to support his head, his bangs falling over his eyes. your surprised face carves out a chuckle, a rusty sound to even your own ears. pleased with himself, geto grins wider. he hasn’t heard that sound in at least a week or two but he had a strong suspicion that there a certain person was dying to hear it. geto liked that you were smiling again. “careful,” you warn eyebrow quirked, “gojo might get jealous,” eyes looking livelier, body bending into a seated position with a stretch.

geto snorts. “i’m sure satoru can deal.” “I think you overestimate gojo's maturity. just don’t blame me if he starts moaning and groaning for the next year about this…” “alright, just say he’s a little shit..,” you grin at his honestly, feeling lighter than you had in the last week.

“hey… c’mon let’s see if you can get me this time,” geto says rising to his feet challengingly. “oh, don’t worry – I definitely will.”

footsteps echoing, gojo walked through the halls. he carded his long fingers through his hair mindlessly, sighing. it was a rare day when he didn’t have a mission or class and he was bored beyond reason. he was restless - the accumulation of bottled energy within him swirling, brewing dangerously, threatening to bubble over any minute now.

he had already been kicked out of ieri’s room for complaining too much.

“ – but listen, i don’t really understand what the big deal is. suguru goes on and on about it like god’s greatest gift to man but it’s literally just soba and you dip that shit in a sauce. you even have to dip it yourself – like if im paying for that shit I’d want someone to dip it for me. why do I have to put in the effort when im paying to have an experience, y’know? and don’t get me started on the temperature, why the fuck is it col–“ “holy shit, gojo. give it a rest oh my god.” yikes. last name. “but shokooooo,” his voice going up in pitch gratingly, “these are very important thoughts from a very important person!” “and who would that be? you’ve been talking about zaru soba for like 20 minutes!” ieri counters, head leaning on her closed fist, not even bothering to look at gojo as she flipped through a magazine at her desk. gojo huffs, lip jutted out. “no one appreciates me here.” “dude, i told you, im in the middle of something!” “you’ve been reading for hours! you said you’d be done a billion years ago.” gojo whines lying on floor of ieri’s bedroom, foot tapping out an impatient rhythm on the leg of the chair that she was currently sitting on. she scoffs, half amused and half annoyed, light brown eyes flickering to blue. “go bug the others, then! they’re probably still sparring in the gym.” “ehhh? sparring, what now?” “mm?  yeah. suguru’s helping with their hand to hand combat. they’ve been meeting up pretty frequently.” not bothering to look up at what she knew was gojo’s dramatic pout.

he scoffed at the memory. they could’ve asked me to help them with sparring. why didn’t they ask me?

subconsciously he found himself at your door, his feet carrying him without his mind even realizing it. gojo found that his mind wandered to you a lot more than usual after that night. he couldn’t get your hollow expression out of his head, or your soft, gravelly voice when you were about 2 seconds away from slumber, or the way your warm body felt when he carried you back to your room, or how you would rock back and forth while waiting for the udon to cook. there was just something about you, he just couldn't help it. he was starting to see parts of you in places where he least expected it and it always bewildered him.

halting suddenly, chuckling as he decides to stop by the gym just to see if geto would want to go with him to the arcade and if you happened to there too, so what? but maybe he could convince you both to go… turning around with a new plan and a mischievous smile, gojo hesitantly stops by the vending machine.

you definitely couldn’t get him. once again you were on your back, sweating but this time panting heavily. geto’s figure towering over you. “this time was better. but you gotta remember to watch your left – “ before he could even finish that thought, you sweep his legs from under him with your left leg. geto lands on the mats beneath with a surprised grunt as you quickly pin him, throwing your legs on either side of his abdomen, sitting on him triumphantly.

“how’s that for my left leg?” leaning your face slightly down to his, grinning cheekily.

geto groans, shifting slightly “…this doesn’t count you know.” annoyed at the injustice.

you giggle breaks your annoyed facade, “what?! how does this no-“

you’re interrupted by an echoing thud. two cautious heads whip to the source of the intrusion. a cold bottle of pocari sweat curiously rolls towards you, the explanation following behind: a mop of unruly white hair. gojo runs his hand through his hair messily. a flicker of an indescribable expression flashes on gojo’s faltering face at the position he finds you and geto in. a mask of a grin paints his pale face – it doesn’t suit him. “ooOOOooooh fun! sparring looks like fun. can I join?” eyebrows wriggling suggestively. “ugh. grow up gojo” you say with a frown. gojo starts making his way to you both while picking up the abandoned bottle and placing it upright on the mat. “what? if you wanted to straddle someone as a friend you could’ve just asked me, babe. sugu never lets me straddle him and i’ve even ask-” “satoru. ” geto’s eyes narrow in warning.  

“fine baby, fine. our little secret then.” gojo grins widely, smile not reaching his frosty eyes. geto scoffs shaking his head, no doubt mentally running through his arsenal of curses trying to decide which one to unleash on gojo first. geto delicately pats your upper thigh to motion you to get up, easily taking the hint you rise to your feet. geto doesn’t miss blue eyes narrowing at the contact, fist tightening slightly, causing an amused smile to break on geto’s face. you stick your tongue out at gojo, already annoyed. geto had an increasing suspicion that gojo was interested in you regardless of what the blue eye boy said. he saw how gojo’s body would unconsciously angle towards you whenever you were around or the way gojo would stare when you’d talk to ieri with a small smile on your face during class or how gojo would act even more insufferable when you were within a 500 foot radius. “they got you again, eh suguru? looks like you’re losing your touch!”

geto exhales through his nose, smile gone, “i didn’t think that they would play dirty,” shaking his head.

“a pin is a pin, regardless of the situation. you said that you always have to be ready, right?” you say pointedly as you reach down to offer geto a hand to help him up. but before geto could accept, gojo rushes towards him effectively knocking your hand out of the way roughly. you tsked, annoyed at gojo’s brazenness.

“oh no, suguuuu! are you hurt? did they – what did they do to my baby?!” gojo wails dramatically, clutching geto’s arm before moving behind him to fuss his shoulders.

“what the hell, dude? mmpffffff get off of me, you–“ gojo’s two hands squishing geto’s face from behind attempting to climb onto the dark haired boy’s back in a makeshift piggy back. geto tries to shake his best friend off by grabbing gojo’s arms and attempting to pull him into a headlock, knocking off the dark glasses of his pale face in the process.

“what do you mean? last night you didn’t say that – “ gojo whines beneath the rough housing, grabbing at geto’s torso, barking out a cackling laugh.  

“you were the one who – “ geto counters, efficiently grasping gojo’s arms. gojo lets out dramatic high pitch squeal. gojo tackles the dark haired boy roughly causing geto to brightly burst out laughing. the two boys roll on the mat with fierce energy, a chaotic tangle of long limbs, grunts and mocking shouts. “babeee, help! suguru’s bullying m-“ he shouts at you, his lanky legs twisting to wrap around geto’s frame.

the assault stalls when gojo hears your bright laughter – the first sighting of water in the desert of his heart, unknown yet if it was a mirage. sensing gojo’s hesitation, geto slowly eases his hold on gojo, eyebrows raised, head turning to see the cause.

ah. of course.

panting, geto dusts himself off while watching gojo. his blue eyes watch your head thrown back, laugher etched even in your eyes. the smallest spark, the soft sunrise after two weeks of rain.

“you’re ridiculous,” you comment, head shaking.

“i’m ridiculous? you didn’t help me at all!” gojo counters childishly. you bend over to pick up gojo's dark glasses – a casualty from the boys’ recklessness. geto smacks gojo’s arm as he notices the obvious gawking at your backside. geto cocks an eyebrow judgementally, dude. gojo rolls his eyes exasperatedly in response, his palms splayed out, what?! I wasn’t looking!! gojo smacks him back.

obliviously, you open up gojo’s dark shades, inching closer to put them onto gojo’s surprised face, fingers grazing his flushing ears. he could smell the slight vanilla and lavender scent that he remembered lingered on your skin when he carried you from the kitchen table to your room two weeks ago. his mind drifted to the memory of how you felt against him that night. soft and warm. so close that if he dared he would be able feel your steady heartbeat against his skin contrasting against the fluttering of his. you were so close and yet not close enough. holding you, he wasn't sure who was dreaming.

hiding his uncharacteristically bashfulness, he makes no mention of your singeing touch as he bends down and picks up the energy drink, condensation building on the outside of the plastic bottle.

“here, for beating this animal.” gojo jerks his head in geto’s direction while offering the bottle of pocari sweat to you, ignoring geto’s eye roll behind him. he shakes the bottle slightly when you hesitate. “c’mon take it.”

“… uh thanks, gojo,” suspiciously eying him.

that was strangely… thoughtful of him. what’s his deal? you untwist the cap and take a small sip. cool and refreshing, slightly sweet but smooth and hydrating.

“seeee? aren’t you glad I thought about you? huh, huh?” he tapping at your cheek, cheeky grin on his face. you slap his hands away from your face with an exasperated sigh. “this is when you say, thank you satoru! you’re so thoughtful and wonderful and handsome and kind and so, so sexy–“

nevermind, he’s an idiot.

“hm, suguru, you want some?” you call out to geto, turning away from the white haired menace to offer the bottle over to him.

gojo whips his head to your face, narrowed stormy blue eyes darting between you and geto. he felt a foreign feeling take over his chest. it surges within him, breathing hard to burrow its claws along the bottom of his tense stomach, green eyed, hot tempered and absolutely ravenous.

he mentally makes a note to stop by ieri’s room again, he wasn’t feeling like himself –  must be some strange after effect from that last curse back in Osaka the other day.

..wait were you looking at.. suguru like that? why are you always thinking about him when he was right her– wait one fucking second. suguru? why’s he called suguru when i’m – 

he whines your name “since when do you call him suguru?” furrowing his white brows.

“… isn’t that his name?" you question, moving slightly closer to geto as he takes the bottle from your outstretched arm thankfully before taking a swing.

“yeah but you call me gojo!!” you and geto exchange a look.

“oh here we go…” you hear geto mutter under his breath, recapping the bottle before handing back to you. “uhh…. isn’t that your name?” “i thought we were closer than that, babe.”  gojo eyes you, glasses down his slender nose, crystal eyes theatrically watery.

“well the difference is that I actually like suguru,” you deadpan, stretching out your back.

“hey, don’t joke like that!” he pouts as he moves closer to you. hand over his chest like you’ve gravely wounded him. and you have.

“it’s only what you deserve, gojo,” you say lightly patting his shoulder before walking past him to go address geto.

"you’re so mean to me, babe!" gojo yells at your retreating figure. “anyway, same time next week?” you say glancing at geto, swiftly walking across the gym, holding the half full energy drink in your hand. geto chuckles, waving to you, ignoring gojo's annoyed mutters, cursed energy dangerously swirling.

"thanks for today, baby." you say over your shoulder, eyes bright. before crossing the threshold of the gym. you hear an incredulous shout:

“BABY!?!”

a/n: my love language is bullying gojo this chapter was very geto-centric but i can't help but love a princess -- head image credit: unknown! credit goes to the rightful artists dividers from: @/adornedwithlight

[wufflesvetinari]

we noted to each other how off-putting the sports drink name “pocari sweat” is, especially because it’s a clearish liquid. then we passed a pocari machine that had an anime girl on it and michael, sounding distressed, said “maybe it’s…her sweat? I don’t know, sarah, I just don’t know”

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

SHE-DEVIL FOR A SPORTS DRINK -- SUPER-MODELING MEETS SWORD & SORCERY.

NOTE: I'm gonna be knee-deep in Japanese beverages later today, so, I thought this was pretty kool. Nijiya Market, anyone? And it's such a treat whenever I'm able to go!

PIC INFO: Spotlight on American supermodel Cindy Crawford donning fantasy-style/sword & sorcery armor (designed by Kow Yokoyama) in a print ad for the Japanese sports drink Pocari Sweat, c. 1986.

OVERVIEW: "In 1986, two years after dropping out of her chemical engineering course and moving to New York to give modelling a go, Cindy Crawford graced the cover of "Vogue." That same year, unbeknownst to many, she also starred in a particularly wild Japanese sports drink ad. The video has Cindy donning Gladiator-esque armour and raising a sword to the face of a laser-eyed black panther. The visual was designed by famed French cartoonist Moebius, who was also responsible for this Labyrinth-like follow up in which Cindy rides on the back of a giant bird over barren landscapes covered in prehistoric animals. All we need now is a surreal recreation with Kaia Gerber."

-- i-D MAGAZINE, "9 celebrities in surreal Japanese commercials," by Frankie Dunn, November 8, 2021

Source: https://i-d.vice.com/en/article/m7e458/celebrities-japanese-commercials.

[awesomeuchuu]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

NAME: Akehoshi Subaru

NICKNAME: He doesn't have one, but he's one who gladly gives others ones.

TITLE(S): Trickstar's Moodmaker, Trickstar's shining genius

AGE: Seventeen to Eighteen, depending.

SPECIES: Human.

SEX: Cisgender male.

NATIONALITY: Japanese.

INTERESTS: Shiny things! Basketball, hanging out with friends, singing, dancing, texting and surfing his phone, his dog Daikichi

PROFESSION: Idol. Second year high school student (! timeline), Third year high school student OR graduate (!! timeline).

BODY TYPE: Relatively short but slim, leaning toward athletic.

EYES: Clear blue

HAIR: Intensely, fiery orange

SKIN: Peach

POSTURE: Depending on his mood. Usually, he's excited, leaned forward, attentive and animated. Should he feel unwell, physically or mentally, he's adapting a guarded, withdrawn posture, head down, shoulders squared, and he comes off as rather rigid.

HEIGHT: 171 cm

VOICE: Relatively high-pitched, excited, bright, a definite tenor when it comes to singing, but with a good chest voice somewhere, when he tries.

SIGNATURE OUTFIT: In (!) timeline, he often wears a pink hoodie underneath the Yumenosaki blazer. In (!!), his summer outfit, his casual outfit consists of a larger T-shirt layered over a more fitted grey T-shirt. The shoulders of his over-shirt are black, extending down the outer side of his short sleeves.Subaru wears wide-leg light-washed jeans. There is a small rip near his right hip, as well as a thin one over each of his knees. His jeans are rolled up to just above his ankles.

In the winter, his casual outfit consists of a white sweatshirt layered over an orange shirt, together with dark brown pants.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Whoever you want BLINK BLINK

COMPANIONS: Trickstar! THEY'RE EVERYTHING! And also his dog Daikichi, of course :D

ANTAGONISTS: Gatekeeper. Godfather? Priest... Those people, the 'old crew' so to say.

STRENGTHS: Excitable, charming, energetic, passionate, easily opens up to people, talkative, stubborn, driven, curious.

WEAKNESSES: Actually not as open as he comes off as, judgmental at times, stubborn, low confidence that can turn into him lashing out if threatened, quick to doubt himself and others.

FRUITS: Subaru likes anything shiny, so he's very fond of pomegranates.

DRINKS: Pocari Sweat, soda, water

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: Subaru definitely strikes me as someone who'd enjoy beer.

SMOKES: Nope.

DRUGS: No, however, I can easily see Subaru becoming one of those entertainers that might use drugs occasionally somewhere down the line, which might or might not lead to an addiction. He's a risk group, for sure..

DRIVER'S LICENSE: Nope

Tagged by: (yoinked from) @electricea ♥

Tagging: If you wanna do this? PLEASE DO IT :D

[tsunflowers]

does anyone know what pocari sweat tastes like and if it’s good. I saw it in the store last week and I was like “just like in my animes” but I didn’t buy it bc I don’t know if I would like it

[for-andies-eyes-only]

to my aussie asshole (affectionately)

it turns out one entry for you is not enough. there is still so much i want to say to you, but i'll keep this one short.

i will claim you in this piece as mine, because for a short moment, i would like to think that you were.

i don't actually know if you're single, but you mentioned in your stories some partners you had before. i'd like to think that you are single, and that you don't have anyone but your family to go back to in australia. at least you'd get to travel more.

if you end up visiting the philippines on your birthday next year, i hope you'll come find me. i won't be waiting, but it would be nice to see you again. i told you i'd make it memorable for you.

you said you like turtles and animals. i have the perfect place to take you to see a whale shark. but if you ever end up in the country and our paths aren't fated to meet again, hopefully you read this.

go to oslob; you can swim with the whale sharks there.

go to batangas or palawan; you can see turtles there.

don't go to boracay. i think it'll overwhelm you. you mentioned big cities overwhelm you. it's not a big city, but it's as loud as.

go to siquijor. i think you'll like it there.

but don't mistake pocari sweat as water! or better yet, take the gatorade instead.

you mentioned multiple times that you won't forget me. it goes the same for me to you. you, to me, will remain unforgettable.

(hanoi, 2024)

[loganinjapan]

Day 4 ACTIVITES:

Today was like a fast-paced sprint and not a full-length marathon. Not too bad, but it had its moments. Imperial Palace: A lot of walking. Damn damn damn. But it was very very very beautiful. We walked through the gardens and went through a bunch of nature. I ended sitting on a bench and just taking in as much high quality fresh air as possible for 30 minutes. It was absolutely divine. I could have used more electrolyte drinks though (and *actual* Pocari Sweat this time, please...). There were these super steep inclines that absolutely cranked and tweaked my hip. Still nursing it while writing this. Overall, the nature was heavenly, but the walking was hell.

Yasakuni Shrine: I'll be blunt - this was a bit of a forgettable stop for the day. I can dive into the lore a lot more deeper on the academics post as this is a very historic and controversial spot in Japan. I didn't pray at the shrine out of personal reasons, but I did cleanse my hands and mouth before going in. I was honestly more focused on hopping on the taxi and getting food and electrolytes into my system. Lunch: I'm back at Takadanobaba Station to finally try Yuragi, the white katsu curry that evaded me on Day 1. I headed inside the restaurant with one of my fellow groupmates and after figuring out the ticket machine, I waited for my order. It was a small shop operated by one guy and I got to sit at the counter and watch him cook up a masterpiece. I won't mince any words. THIS was the best meal I've had in Japan so far. The tonkatsu was super crispy yet moist and the curry was addictive. The cheese on top added texture and taste that just boosted this dish to a whole new level. Forget the hamburg steak. When I die, bury me in a giant crockpot of white curry. Absolute 10/10. Even better than wagyu steak. Akihabara: Short and simple, I got my first anime figure - Ritsu Tainaka from K-On! She's one of my favorite characters. Lot of interesting-looking people in those Akihabara stores, by the way... TeamLab Borderless: Honestly, this was a bit of an underwhelming tourist trap. Don't let the social media posts fool you - there are only maybe 3-5 cool exhibits and everything else is just pretty crap projected onto a black wall. At $40 a person just to take photos in an overcrowded digital art museum, this was a bit of a miss. I did get some cool photos though and the music sounded good. But I probably could have spent more time at Akihabara instead. Dinner: Logan's first Tomahawk Steak. My goodness. We went to a place called Cedar Chop House Bar & Grill. I ordered clam chowder, me and my groupmate split a medium rate tomahawk steak, and I had some key lime pie for dessert. Everything was really delicious, but I'm taking a point off for the wait time - two whole hours. Bleh. 9/10. Pretty fun day. Doing some farming stuff tomorrow!

[someawesomeamvs]

Warning: Potential spoilers, flashing lights, violence

Title: 21

Editor: Anime MV Sensei

Song: 21

Artist: Gun Boi Kaz

Anime: Flavours of Youth. Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten, Kimi no Na wa (film), Spy x Family, Jujutsu Kaisen, Cross Road, Tomo-chan wa Onnanoko!, Nisekoi, Kaguya-sama, Remake Your Life!, Kamisama ni Natta Hi, Tamako Love Story (film), My Senpai is Annoying, Fruits Basket (2019), Hyouka, Millionaire Detective, Noragami, "Josee, the Tiger and the Fish" (film), Chainsaw Man, My Hero Academia, "Spare Me, Great Lord!", Quintessential Quintuplets, Komi Can't Communicate, Rental Girlfriend, Seraph of the End, Skilled Teaser Tagaki-san, Chronicles, Chuunibyou, Golden Time, The Ice Guy and His Cool Female Colleague, Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead, Gate, Dead Mount Death Play, Heaven Great Demon, Jigokuraku, Kizuna no Allele, The Dangers in My Heart, Tonikaku Kawaii, Yamada-kun to Lv999 no Koi wo Suru, Hello World, Uchiage no Hanabi, A Galaxy Next Door, Solo Leveling, The Daily Life of the Immortal King, The Ancient Magus' Bride, Oshi no Ko, Pocari Sweat, Dekiru Neko wa Kyou mo Yuutsu, Persona, Terror in Resonance, Blood Blockade Battlefront, Assassins Pride, My Dress-up Darling, Kubo-san.

Category: Romance

[jiessicas]

07.09.23 & 07.10.23 OOO ⛺🌳🌊

camping is so cool. i want to go back! it was my second time (the last time was 2016 in northern idaho); it feels like a deeply american thing to want to go out into a designated patch of land to live off of as a recreational activity and…. i get the appeal though i hope that the practice can be parlayed into something more communal/integrated into my life in a city (the fantasy of having a tidy, self contained existence…. as a kid i liked how turtles had their homes seemingly wherever they went)

i think about someone who said, only white poets write about animals, and nature (and i get the sentiment), and at the same time, i think i want to build my connection to the natural world, which i never really thought of as a place for me to feel a connection to / to linger within growing up

we traveled through so many climates / terrains, all in one day (huge shout out l, the mvp) — california is incredible and i’m convinced the american dream is to have a little plot and a little chair to sit in the sun within (and maybe a driver’s license and an open road— i just got a reminder to renew mine, though i haven’t used it in the four years i’ve had it)

feel so scattered but maybe that's the whole point; so many new things to take in/process (as is always the case, it seems); so many conversations i'm grateful for this weekend

07.09.23

pretty winged things in your area (encountering beautifly among others on pokemon go)

found another lil grounding tether (signed up for a generative spec fic class in august)

The Week I Had Three Açaí Bowls, The Third Of Which I Regurgitated Into A Trashbag On A Road-trip To Petaluma

hot girls (me) drink like 3 liquids simultaneously (pocari sweat; ginger tea; ?sodium? water) when their stomach isn't cooperating; more being humbled by my body; was a lil more sensitive to car sickness than usual

saw a plushie of three peas in a pod on someone's dashboard

drove through the windows xp hills

gathered treats & supplies at target/tj/sports basement

there was someone at sports basement who set us off with a "have a great camping trip" who had randall park vibes -- it was sweet, and built up this feeling for me of like, living out a second adolescence to do the camping i wasn't really interested in growing up

got to the campsite ~7p; spent the whole time figuring out how to put one (1) stake in the ground while s figured out the rest... "they're like origami shelters" - l

gathering around fires; there was prechopped wood lying around, watching the moss burn was trippy

subsisted (contently) off of baby yogurt pouches and hot dogs/brioche

around the campfire, talked about ghost stories / familial histories; roasted hot dogs; toasted some bread, listened to the frogs ribbit; brushed some earwigs off of our stuff; went to sleep with the cover off to look at the sky

07.10.23

woke up, wandered around, saw some deer crossing the creek by the visitors' center from a couple dozen feet away; we just looked at each other for a while; there seemed to be groups of parents and their fawns? the smallest ones looked like really jumpy puppies when they skittered across

our campsite felt like a cute pop-up small town; there were two kids on a bike, going in circles around the campgrounds, everyone was set up and lounging, almost as if we each had a front porch facing into a shared circle/meadow

we went on a small hike, saw lizards pumping their arms and basking in the sun, really tall dandelions, a tiny observatory that also laid out a hiking trail with the solar system scaled down to their trails; a community science center

microdosing small town america...dropped off our gear and meandered to a town f grew up in, first stopping by a bagel shop they would walk to after school, then ambling through the downtown, where i bought a few poetry books, and then some; it was really sweet to find a book that anthologized poets from the region; it was really special to get to read it on the drive back

in the downtown, there were also especially tall lavender plants and honeybees; we stopped into a shop that sold fossils?! and meteorites?! working theory is that this place is asteroid city in disguise....

walking around a bakery/community garden, i couldn't help but think about how the things we consider utopic often are concerned with just having like, enough to be comfortable -- why can't there be community gardens and green spaces that everyone has access to?

we also stopped by a grocery store to buy stone fruit, pet a cute dog in a bandana, take some funny wes anderson-y pictures; tomales bay for oysters; various scenic lookouts along the pch

++ a really nice conversation with questions prompted by s: what would make sense only for this summer? for these six weeks? what makes it go well? what kinds of installation pieces? what kinds of group projects?