#slam dunk 25

[tomsmusictaste]

Absolutely cooking this week

[random-jot]

SLAM DUNK 2025

Here is my video breaking down my thoughts on the current lineup!

[cnth-rb]

[Esp]

AL FIN, YOSHIOKA A TRAVÉS DE LOS AÑOS.

[Eng]

FINALLY, YOSHIOKA THROUGH THE YEARS.

Beware of my heacanon backstory below:

At five years old, Yoshioka lived with his mother in China. His mother was a good person who took care of him, although she was always busy. But Yoshioka didn't see his father often because he was always on 'business trips' in Japan. I think he was a reserved child and perhaps somewhat lonely, but he was happy anyway. Originally his last name was given by his mother and his first name was chosen by his father, and I think in Chinese it would be written 闞周平 (Kàn Zhōupíng) and in Japanese 闞秀平 (Kan Shūhei). I'm sorry if I make mistakes, I'm not good at kanji/hànzi.

At the age of ten his father took him to Japan, his mother did not agree but neither she nor Yoshioka had a choice. His father wanted to take him to Japan when he was young so he could learn the language, the traditions, and so on. Since his father was a yakuza, he wanted Yoshioka to be one too, and to make him fit in better, his father got him fake identification, naming him again as 吉岡 真守 (Yoshioka Mamoru), since he doesn't work within the law anyway.

At the age of fifteen he had already gotten used to live in Japan and his life was almost that of a normal teenager, he went to school normally and he was allowed to have hobbies and friends, and all of that, although he was still somewhat lonely and a bit socially awkward. The only thing that made him different from an ordinary boy was that his father raised him to get used to the life of a gangster, and that he had not seen or heard from his mother since he left China.

At twenty-five his life was completely focused on the mafia, and you could say he was just any yakuza, except he was always looking for ways to leave that job and get one away from crime, and that's how he ended up as a simple security guard, not really leaving the life of crime yet but at least he didn't have to do anything but keep an eye on the doors.

[terriblevirgothozul]

[luzhair]

【Merry Christmas!!】

Luz hairの伊藤です🎄

映画 「MY FIRST SLAM DUNK」 を観た人も観てない人も、今日はクリスマス。

汝の隣人、友人、仲間、家族、ライバル、応援してくれる人を愛して生きましょう。

それでは皆さま、良い週末を。

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

breaking the bed

(cw: age gap 25/41, nsfw, MDNI, smut)

the part before: gaming with him

I stir awake.

A stray strand of dark hair is tickling my nose. I push it out the way, not really able to move, because two strong arms are wrapped around me. The one is hugging my waist tight, while the other is a pillow for my head. I’m fully engulfed by him.

I turn my head to look at him. His brows are furrowed, even when he's peacefully sleeping like this. Deep breaths, the puffs of air hitting my naked shoulder. The tiniest snores dropping from his lips. His chest expands with every breath, his warm skin against my back. He's spooning me in my sleep. Like the biggest spoon there ever was.

I suppress a giggle, pushing my cheek into his tattooed arm. With a sigh, I snuggle myself against the big burly man. And he might not be awake yet, but one part of him sure is.

I press my ass up against him, rubbing myself on him. Grinding ever so slightly in an effort to stir him awake. And it works like a charm. He hums softly, a little yawn on his lips, as he pulls me even closer to him.

"Good morning.", I whisper, when he presses soft kisses to my face and neck, which make me squirm and shiver.

"A good morning indeed.", he grumbles. His hips are rolling against me now, pressing his length into the swell of my ass, hot and heavy. A little dollop of precum is spreading on my cheek, as he rubs himself on me. His hands roam my body, while I grind into his movements, soft sighs falling from my lips. I look back at him, my fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him towards me, into a longing kiss, while he is gently stroking down my tummy, right to where I want him to be.

It starts off as soft and slow morning sex, but that doesn't last long.

My back is arched back, my face pressed into the mattress, my fingers tangled in the sheets, desperately trying to hold on. My ass up in the air, as he pounds into my pussy.

The whole bed is shaking, the headboard thudding against the wall with each of his thrusts.

Donk. Donk. Donk.

He pulls back every time, almost sliding out of me, only to push in hard again. His hands gripping my hips, jerking me against him. The full impact of his thrusts against my thighs and ass, his dick hits me deep inside, the intense feeling of the tip nudging against the sensitive spot while he fills me to the brim is pulling loud moans from my throat. I'm just praying that my walls are thick enough, so my neighbors won't hear every-thing.

"Fuck, you feel so good.", he groans and my answer is nothing but fucked-out, whiny mewls.

The bed is aching, but I don't even notice it, the pleasure coursing through me, dictating my every thought while my eyes turn up from the hard fuck.

Krieks.

Slam.

Dunk.

And suddenly the mattress isn't propped up on the bedframe anymore. It tumbles down onto the floor, the slats breaking with loud bursts.

König falls forward as the bed breaks, almost squishing me before he can prop himself up on his arms. I shriek from the sudden movement, getting pushed forward.

He slips out of me, as I turn to look at him, our faces painted in shock. And we both realise what just happened.

"So a Scheiß, ah, fuck, I'm so fucking sorry.", he curses, sounding as sorry as he says he is, trying to get up from the mattress in between the broken parts of the bedframe.

But I can only laugh, the laughter shaking my whole body, that was at the brink of orgasm just moments ago.

“We broke the bed.”, I wheeze, in between bursts of laughter, when he finally finds his footing again, straightening up. He holds his hands out to pull me to my feet as well.

“Well, I think that’s my fault.” He assesses the damage, the big naked man looking at the less than sturdy bedframe, the broken slats. I mean, I didn't buy the most expensive one. But this is kind of ridiculous.

I shake my head, still laughing a bit. Breaking the bed. I look to the side up at him and I can tell that this is making him feel bad. It’s written on his face.

"Don't worry about it, it's just a piece of furniture.", I tell him, trying to push some of his guilt away.

"You're not mad?", he asks, a little incredulous.

"No, not really. There are worse things.", I tell him, truthfully, adding then: "Though I would still like to have a bed to sleep in."

"Yeah, what are we gonna do about that? I don't think, I can fix it up, it's... Too broken for that.", he says, scratching the back of his head.

I shrug. "I'm just gonna take the mattress and sleep on the floor, until I can get a new frame.", I say.

His expression falls, the concerned look turning into a frown, his brows drawing together. "Fuck, no. I can't let you sleep on the fucking floor after I broke your fucking bed."

"While fucking.", I add pointedly, amused with how he drops the curseword like it's a comma.

"I'm being serious.", he says, not seeming amused at all. A little exasperated.

"It's not a big deal, okay?", I try to reassure him. "I'll be fine."

"Hell, no, I can’t let you sleep on the floor."

"Then what?"

"Stay at my place."

"But-"

"Just until we get it sorted out and get you a new bed.", he says. Calmly, but adamant, even though I can see a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.

"You sure?", I ask hesitantly.

He nods. "I'd even sleep on the couch, if that what it takes to convince you.”, he tells me, his thumb softly stroking over my cheek before the pulls back. “No obligations, of course.", he adds.

I shoot him a look, like 'don't be ridiculous'. "You don't need to sleep on your couch in your own home." He probably wouldn’t even fit on there, lying down.

"Yeah, and you don't need to sleep on the floor, just because I broke your bed.", he retorts.

"While fucking me.", I repeat my quip, looking up at the tall, still very naked man.

The corner of his mouth quirks up. "While fucking you.", he says, nodding along.

I laugh and press myself against him. "Has anybody ever told you that you're cute?", I mumble against his pec, my face nuzzling into the pillowy muscle, the dark curls on there tickling my nose.

He chuckles. "No?" Of course not.

I open one eye and look up at him. "Well, then ask yourself why that is.", I joke, which makes him shake with a small deep laughter. And I feel a little better as well cause he doesn't seem as angry with himself. He has no reason to be.

Grinning up at the laughing man, one thought still is on my mind. "And you sure about this?", I reiterate my question.

"Yes, don't worry about it, we will be fine.", he says, leaning down a bit and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

I nod. "Okay. Mimi also needs to come with, though.", I bring up then. I can't leave my cat here, alone.

He thinks for a second, then grins at me. "Can I make another confession?"

"What?"

"This was all a ploy to steal the little furball.", he says, hiding his joking grimace under a mask of seriousness.

"The nerve!", I exclaim jokingly, my hand spanking his butt, once, but as hard as I could, which earns me a hefty pat on my ass as well.

It's settled then.

I get myself ready for work, packing some of the stuff I'll need, and saying goodbye to König for now, because the whole ordeal made me late – again.

"See you later.", he says, dropping another kiss to my lips before getting into his car, a box with some of my necessities on the passenger seat.

"Laters!" I wave after him.

Later when I'm gonna bring the rest of my stuff to him. Mimi as well. To stay at his place because he broke my fucking bed fucking me. I shake my head, shooting my friend Robin a text. They'll never believe me.

next part: wearing glasses or more stuff in the Masterlist~

a/n: this goes out to my moots on tumblr and discord who put the idea in my mind of him breaking furniture while fucking <3

[abrandnewshadow]

5/25/2024 - ls dunes at the slam dunk festival posted here

taken by @television_bodies_that_we_cant_keep and some from frankieropiccss not yet sourced

[sexhaver]

competitive Melee is a deeply inherently funny esport mostly because of Mang0. at his peak he would spend the days leading up to a tourney shit-talking on SmashBoards, then show up slam dunk drunk and win the entire bracket in the most disrespectful way possible. two specific disrespectful moments stand out:

Mang0 (Fox) vs SFAT (Marth) (skip to 3:25 if the timestamp doesn't work)

it's game 1 of a best of 3 set. Mang0 is at 4 stocks, while SFAT is already down to 2 and getting actively combo'd. someone in the audience, as a joke, shouts out "use the laser!". for context:

Falco's laser is one of the best projectiles in the game because it does hitstun, meaning it can interrupt enemies out of their attacks

however, Mang0 is playing Fox, not Falco. Fox's laser is mostly like Falco's, except instead of being good, it is not good. Fox's laser has absolutely 0 hitstun and takes a while to pull out and shoot. this means pretty much the only time it gets used in competitive play is to spam it during the neutral to hopefully rack up some damage without actually interrupting anything

not only is shooting SFAT with the laser while he's offstage a suboptimal choice, it gets even funnier when you realize that the obvious combo finisher anyone else would use there is Shine. Fox's shine comes out on literally frame 1, gives him intangibility, sends the enemy sideways in a way that's basically impossible to recover from offstage, and can be jump canceled on frame 2. Shine is not just the best move to use in this specific instance, it's not just Fox's best move, it's not just the best move in Melee, it is arguably the strongest move on any character in any fighting game ever made.

so of course Mang0 uses the laser instead of shining. the crowd goes apeshit, he finishes off SFAT's last remaining stocks in literally 15 seconds (demonstrating the actual power of Shine on the final stock). even though it's game 1 and he can theoretically make a comeback, SFAT is so humiliated by this that he literally just unplugs his controller and walks off stage. also this was during the era when Melee wasn't being streamed to a huge audience or sponsored or anything so the casters just said whatever the fuck they wanted, which gave us gems like "UNPLUG YOUR CONTROLLER, DAWG! FORFEIT!" and "WOMBO COMBO!!!!"

Mang0 (Jigglypuff with crown) vs HungryBox (Jigglypuff with headband) (relevant bit starts at 2:31)

for full context, Mang0 (along with most of the rest of the Smash community) and HungryBox had had a shitload of beef in the years leading up to this match. HBox famously used/still uses Jigglypuff, which pissed/pisses off other players because that playstyle is infuriating to face off against. you either get hit with rising aerial Pound 20 times in a row offstage or upthrown into a frametrap rest for instakills starting at 30%. because he is a deeply funny person, Mang0, of course, also chose Jigglypuff. he then proceeds to mop the fucking floor with HBox. the entire set is brutal but the bit i highlighted is the worst by far. HBox is down a stock and goes for a Hail Mary up-tilt into Rest combo. it might have worked if Mang0 was a bit more damaged and stayed in hitstun longer, but it misses. missing a Rest with Jigglypuff is an invitation for the opponent to use their strongest possible move/combo for free in any matchup, but it's probably the worst in the mirror match* because the other Jigglypuff can just Rest you right back for free. which is what Mang0 should have done here if he wanted to win.

instead, he just. jabs HBox. doing no damage or knockback and waking him up for free.

comparing the audience reaction from this match to the previous one is so fucking funny, because with the former, you could hear everyone laughing and losing their shit, but this is just... a collective gasp at Mang0's audacity. the commentators are struck dumb for a few seconds before saying "Mang0. that's disrespectful to everyone. to HungryBox. to me. to you..." before being interrupted by HungryBox killing himself to end the match and walk away

*yes, I know Roy can reverse his up-B on frame 1 to kill sleeping Jigglypuff from 0% on Pokemon Stadium. however, if you know this factoid, you also know that Roy is literally never used in competitive because he is Marth but with all the good traits replaced with bad ones, so stop being a smartass

[scientia-rex]

So if I'm saying not all adult-minor interactions are inherently creepy, and in fact the vast majority of them are genuinely platonic, then what should you look for to decide if something is creepy?

"Why would an adult talk to a minor?" is not a slam dunk. You have friends, family, teachers, coaches, mentors, librarians, acquaintances, people who have the opportunity to enrich your life.

But people who want to take advantage of the specific qualities of youth are very real. Many of them are good at hiding it, though not all. Most teens can think of someone overtly creepy--that guy you know because he works at the local Dairy Queen and always gives your friend extra ice cream and has a sword collection. (Real life example, don't come for me.) And you NEED to be cautious around that level of creep. Don't be alone with them, don't let them give you a ride anywhere, don't give them your contact info if you can possibly help it, tell other people in your life that they creep you out. But some of them are a lot less obvious.

Abusers tend to seek out positions where they will have access to minors. Sometimes that's professional--teachers, coaches. Sometimes it's social--church group leaders, Scout troop leaders, or just hanging out with a group of teens despite being older than all of them. If you have a group of 16-17 year old friends and a guy old enough to buy liquor is hanging out with you, it's not because you're all so mature. It's because he's immature. He doesn't know how to have positive, healthy relationships and friendships with people his age. So he's looking for people who have less emotional maturity who hopefully won't notice his deficits.

And when you're a teenager, it's easy to miss that. I missed it! When I was 17 I started dating a guy who was 25. I thought we had this beautiful, star-crossed love. Except, looking back, he was a tier 1 loser. He didn't have anything going for him. He wasn't trying to grow as a person or learn or get better. He was wallowing in his untreated depression and substance use, and fucking a 17-year-old made him briefly feel better about himself. That was not love. It couldn't be. We were at points in our lives that should have been wildly different. We didn't have anything real in common, just sex--because I was, at 17, horny, which is normal and okay! But exploring that with HIM? Big mistake.

"Why would an adult form a romantic relationship with a minor?" Because they're looking for someone they can manipulate into getting everything they want and give nothing back.

The rule of 7 isn't perfect, but it's a decent rule of thumb: take your age, divide by 2, and add 7. That's the youngest you can date without being definitely pretty creepy. So at 40, I could potentially date a 27 year old--but I gotta tell you, even the people I know in their early 30s seem pretty young to me! So your mileage may vary. But if you're 13 and a 20 year old is trying to romance you, get the fuck out of there and tell a trusted adult.

[slamdunktheories]

Slam Dunk Challenge: Identify the character by the eyes alone

One of the incredible things Inoue did with Slam Dunk was the distinctive character design. This was especially unusual considering that shounen manga in the early 90s/prior often had characters who looked a lot like one another and you could really only tell them apart by their hair. The most egregious of them even had the same limbs and everything (ahem, Captain Tsubasa).

But Inoue put so much thought into character design that you could often recognise a Slam Dunk character by their eyes alone. Don’t believe me? Try this little challenge and see how many Slam Dunk characters you can recognise by the eyes alone!

I managed 21 out of 25 and I’ll bet you’ll surprise yourself with how many you can identify if you spent a bit of time on it. I'll reveal the answer in a few days in the comments below. Let's go!

[traldemic6]

From Jocks to Blocks: The High School Athlete's Surprising Journey to Obesity in College - A Comprehensive Study

Abstract:

The transition from high school to college is a critical period for many young adults, with numerous changes affecting health and behavior. This longitudinal study explores the correlation between obesity and the decline in physical activity among college males who were previously athletic in high school. Interviews with college students are utilized to provide insights into lifestyle changes and decision-making, while multiple weigh-ins track body changes over time.

Introduction:

Remember those athletic high school boys who once dominated the sports field, garnering admiration from their peers and inspiring dreams of athletic glory? It turns out that many of them may be trading their jerseys for XXL sweatpants as they navigate their way through college. While it is not uncommon for college students to experience weight gain during their transition to higher education, this study focuses on the unique phenomenon of formerly athletic high school males falling victim to obesity. The irony of these young men, once admired for their physical prowess, now succumbing to a sedentary lifestyle is examined in detail.

Methods:

A sample of 400 male college students, ages 18-22, were selected based on their athletic involvement in high school. Participants were enrolled in various colleges across the United States, representing diverse backgrounds and areas. Interviews were conducted to gather information on their exercise habits, dietary choices, and lifestyle factors that contributed to their weight gain. Multiple weigh-ins were performed throughout the study to track changes in body weight and composition.

Results:

As college life progressed, many of our once-athletic participants found themselves tipping the scales in a way that would make their high school coaches weep. By their sophomore year, the average weight gain was approximately 25 pounds, with a significant increase in body fat percentage. During interviews, participants cited a variety of factors contributing to their expanding waistlines, including reduced physical activity, increased alcohol consumption, and poor food choices.

To illustrate the physical transformations, let's take a closer look at some of our interviewees and their less-than-brilliant insights:

Participant A: The Former Quarterback

Weighing in at a once-impressive 185 pounds, this football star was the epitome of high school athleticism. However, by sophomore year, he had ballooned to a staggering 245 pounds. While his throwing arm may have remained strong, the added weight made maneuvering around the buffet table his new sport of choice. When asked about his weight gain, he eloquently stated, "I dunno, man. I just, like, eat a lot now, and I don't, like, run or anything anymore. It's college, you know?"

Participant B: The Track Star Turned Couch Potato

This once-speedy sprinter now found himself huffing and puffing just to make it up a flight of stairs. His college experience saw him gain over 30 pounds, with his once-chiseled calves now hidden beneath a layer of fat. Evidently, the only thing he's racing now is the delivery driver to his door. During his interview, he mused, "Yeah, I guess I just like pizza more than running now. Who would've thought, right?"

Participant C: The Wrestler Now Grappling with Obesity

Once a formidable presence on the wrestling mat, this participant's newfound girth rendered him more suited for sumo than high school wrestling. Gaining a whopping 35 pounds during his freshman year, he remarked, "Well, I never really liked vegetables, and now that Mom's not here to make me eat them, I don't have to. Bring on the burgers and fries, am I right?"

Participant D: The Basketball Player Who Now Dribbles Only His Food

The slam dunks and three-pointers of his high school days were a distant memory as this former basketball star navigated through college. With a 40-pound weight gain, his vertical leap was now limited to reaching for the top shelf of the pantry. When asked about his lifestyle changes, he offered this brilliant insight: "I mean, there's just so much good food around, and parties, and stuff. Why waste time playing ball when you can eat and chill, ya know?"

Participant E: The Swimmer Whose Pool Now Holds Only Chips and Dip

Once a lean, mean swimming machine, this participant found that the "freshman 15" was more like the "freshman 45" for him. His once-aerodynamic physique was now more suited for floating than swimming. In an attempt to justify his new lifestyle, he explained, "Dude, I swam, like, all the time in high school. Now, it's just nice to, like, not have to do that anymore, you know?"

Discussion:

The interviews and weigh-ins revealed a clear trend: high school athleticism did not guarantee continued fitness in college. Several factors contributed to the transformation from "jocks" to "blocks," including a lack of structured exercise, increased social commitments, and new dietary habits. However, we must also acknowledge the role of the college environment itself.

Colleges often provide students with numerous options for unhealthy food, and social events can lead to excessive drinking and late-night binge eating. Our former athletes, now unshackled from the rigors of high school sports, found themselves ill-prepared for managing their health in this new environment. It is clear that this issue extends beyond individual choices and requires systemic changes to promote a healthier college experience.

The interviews also revealed a pattern of participants downplaying the significance of their weight gain and the impact on their health. This laissez-faire attitude suggests that education on the importance of maintaining a healthy lifestyle during college is necessary to prevent obesity and its associated health risks.

Conclusion:

The road from high school athletic success to college obesity is paved with good intentions, but often marred by a lack of guidance and support. It is crucial to address the root causes of obesity among college students, especially those who were once models of physical fitness. By providing resources, education, and opportunities for continued physical activity, colleges and universities can help these students maintain their health and well-being, and perhaps even restore their former glory (yeah, right).

The irony of these once-athletic young men now struggling with obesity highlights the need for a comprehensive approach to health and wellness during the college years. It is our hope that this study sheds light on the importance of addressing the unique challenges faced by former high school athletes as they transition to college life. With appropriate interventions and support, perhaps these young men can once again become role models for physical fitness and healthy living. But that doesn't look very likely.

[tomsmusictaste]

SLAM DUNK 2025

Here is my video breaking down my thoughts on the current lineup!

[thominyourside]

This week on Palisade, the undead history teacher turned revolutionary plays HORSE (which is called DUCK, named after a horse) with a guy who is the reincarnation of the Machine God that is the planet they’re all on, kind of. The history teacher throws down a nasty slam dunk.

And that’s just the last 25 minutes of the episode

[dizzyduck44]

Oh Wow. I’m a McLaren fan but the groups HOLY SHIT!

Listen I get it. I do.

When he was driving into people ending his own race every other weekend, we heard Max was young and he will just grow out of it.

In 2020 and 2021 we heard that it was because he was under such pressure to be a world champion for the first time.

At 25 and three championships later, no one is accepting this behaviour.

From a cool calm perspective (which is so hard for a Lewis and Lando fan in this situation) it’s easy to see Max was rattled by a slow pitstop. He then found Lando was quicker. Sadly Max retaliated. And it has come as a shock to everyone who thought Max had matured past this.

Andrea Stella is taking no prisoners and is actually calling out the fact that the stewards did not deal with this years ago and now Max feels he can race like this. However at the end of the day one person has been punished for wrong doing and the other hasn’t.

At the end of the day, he ended another driver’s race and lost points for himself and his team. He has also set himself a precedent, that if he tries that again, he’s got a history of it he’s probably getting a penalty.

I’m glad out of the car Max has calmed a little and is beginning to question if he was actually right. Ant Davidson has shown the onboards the stewards have seen and it’s a slam dunk penalty, Lando was side by side and there was over a car’s width, then Max drove across him and I’m hoping Max sees that.

However in the meantime no one, or as Stella said, “everyone in the world bar one small group” is giving him the benefit of the doubt. In one race we have gone from talking about how well Max drives to him being branded a cheat and a dirty driver again.

Silverstone is going to be tough weekend for him.

[ashlumicalm]

Awsten. Slam Dunk Festival, 25/05/24

[ag-updates-and-archives]

rocksound A few of the bands we’ve been chatting to on day one of Slam Dunk Festival 2024. Loads of video interviews coming soon 👍

posted may 25, 2024