#so yeah i Might get to go to my third concert of the year now i guess

[born-to-lose]

The social pressure of getting Facebook invitations to concerts and events by The Cool Friend 😭😭

[luffyvace]

SHOTO HCS FOR HIS DAY

THIS GIF IS SO CLEANNN 🤩 ANYWAY TODAY BABY SHOTO CAME INTO THIS WORLD AND WE GON TURN UP WITH SOME HCS‼️‼️

#turn up w shotoooo🤪

At the beginning of your relationship it was definitely giving awkward phase..

but don’t worry it definitely won’t stay like that forever

but for now he’s doing little gestures he knows you’d like

buying tickets/seats to any concert/movie you said was your favorite

Anime cons too

he likes to share his soba with you

yes typical, but he’s not self absorbed or anything, so if you want to share ‘okay!’

if not he will bring snacks he knows you’d like to school and give it to you during lunch

he likes to hang out in your dorm a lot

it gives him a warm sense of home

very comforting to him

he doesn’t really know what to do much in relationships but the amount of effort, time, thought and care he puts into it makes him seem so knowledgeable about them??

like shoto I thought you said you’ve never been in a relationship before?? 🤨

tbh the awkward phase doesn’t necessarily seem awkward it’s just, a lot of your time is spent in silence or quiet chit chatting

I mean unless your a extrovert who likes to talk

after you get out that phase though

he starts to be more confident

he likes to trace your hands (and face, in private)

he will kiss your knuckles, not because someone told him it was romantic, but because he really likes your hands

Soft, big, small, rough, long, short, slim, chubby, vieny, bro he just likes your hands!!

he doesn’t break eye contact much either

this might have intimidated you at first because he has a strong gaze (or maybe it didn’t)

but it’s more so of him observing every detail of your face

if feel like if shoto spoke his mind a little more he would be sooo romantic

like instead of the conversation going

“uhh need something shoto? You’ve been staring at me for a while”

“oh nothing I’m just observing your every feature so that even when I close my eyes I can remember the way whatever god that created you sculpted your ethereal face.”

it’s going

“Uhh yeah? Your staring, why? 😅”

”oh” *looks away*

LIKE WHAT??

that difference is TOO huge 🤦‍♀️

random

You love the way shoto softly smiles around you

it makes you feel special

btw shoto probably won’t introduce you to his family for quite a bit of time for two reasons

1: he doesn’t wanna get you involved with his mess

2: if you two don’t work out he doesn’t want his business on the streets

now of course he trusts you but you can never be to cautious, he doesn’t go around blabbing his business, why would he want you to??

the solidarity silence is real

like, he could be reading as your working on homework with music playing in the background

Maybe you occasionally ask him for help on some questions

and he occasionally sips some tea momo made

speaking of which momo is your biggest supporter

along with izuku

shoto likes to go to the beach either really early or really late for two reasons

1: not many people are there

2: you get to watch the sunrise/sunset together

3: he likes the feeling of walking on sand

And yes I said two and added a third one bc he really likes the beach

I’m gonna make the other half of these hcs about his day bc it is! <3

so all of class 1A gets up early everyday, weeks before shoto’s big day to start planning :)

you get up early and others start working on the decorations, others buy gifts and needed things, y’all even buy him a outfit!!

and your going all out because you told everyone shoto told you he never celebrated bc of his past :(

so your bigging it up this year!!

you bought him a soba maker to store in his dorm<3

and yes it was very expensive bc it’s high quality!!

it’s so worth it for him tho

everyone’s gift varies depending on what they bond with him on

although shoto is kinda to himself so you had to help out some people but that’s okay

some people set things up, others wrap gifts, another making a card, ironing his outfit, etc! Bright and early on his big day!

when he gets up that day he’s truly in shock

he doesn’t know what to say

”…….you guys planned this?”

he figures your the main instigator since he told you

and he was right :)

first you planned the amazing breakfast momo made for him, it was delicious

next you guys went rolled skating

then you all went out for lunch

after you guys came home and opened gifts, along with a party you invited friends to, such as class 1B, shiketsu, etc everyone! 💓

lastly you all eat dinner (soba) & party til midnight before hitting the hay ♥︎

and man I summed it up a lot bc it was epic!!

there were so many funny moments and you can bet Mina recorded every second of it!!

She sent it to the group chat and shoto saved it

he looks at it quite often

It was a ”brings tears to my eyes” experience for him 💖💖

He’s so happy about it, and he tells you all about how happy it made him, opening up to you even more as you cuddle in bed late that night

💛

ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE ENDING IM SO GLAD I WROTE THIS!!

I’m gonna try not to miss too many anime character’s days but i can’t guarantee..LOL!

[juchily]

isekai fix-it au part 1

A/n: switches from third to first person, all gender friendly (no pronouns) but presumed fem because reader joins the team, other than that all people friendly (unless you don't like Chappell Roan's music and hate the idea of being born in Chicago to the point you won't read something where its just like that...), angst at the end, a lot of existential philosophical thoughts

Sorry, but if *I* got sent into the 1990s I would literally steal Femininomenon because that shit is gasssss this is the only pop song I can have on repeat forever not even Joyride compares i fear

One second reader was in their home town of Chicago at the Lollapalooza Chappell Roan set, circa, and next thing they know they're in an oddly highly populated mall listening to the low hum Madonna through upheld speakers

Odd, very much odd. What's odder, they think they might have just seen their favorite sapphic cannibalistic TV show protags

The spritz of water coming from the water fountain in front of them lowers with the pressure of the nice looking decoration and, yep, that looks like the shaggy bleached wolf-cut of Natalie "something catholic middle name" Scatorccio

Oh my fucking god. That's defiantly the constantly mewing face of Sophie Thatcher. *Wow*. They quickly ask themselves in their noggin, 'what harm would it be if I *just* asked if they were friends of dorothy...?' feeling the silent creep of desperation creep up in their warming with flush hands

oh God, they must be staring—

wait they have so many questions, first of all, what's going on?! Is this real? Would real mean canon compliant? What's even going on, are they dreaming? Are they hallucinating? Is life a simulation and it got fucked up to finally failed and Yellowjackets is reality??? To much thoughts, too little time— if this is in any way real, do this mean Lottie 's hallucination was based off of this?

They can't confirm at all since they have half the head to look away, what could be worse than to have the very real looking Yellowjackets look at *you* as if you're a weird starer and not an omniscient not-god?

You smell some fresh ass Auntie Anne's and your stomach rumbles from the shitty concert food you bagged in... your world (would be the term I guess) but then you think more about it and realize your money and pocket change are probably dated for a date that has yet to happen which will definitely bring up some questions and problems with getting the pretzels.

After the initial excitement they sort of wander around Wiskayok, it's far different than Chicago, although you figure that's because it's in the northern part of New Jersey, the south side is probably the more Chicago-ee part

Really it was just a bunch of walking, you explored the very much fictional but now real Wiskayok, and really it left you with a lot of time to ponder (read: overthink)

By nightfall you were, yes you guessed right, still in this damn town, and you were starting to get worried about not returning home, because you don't know what's going on, but if we humour the situation as an isekai, does time work the same? If you spend a day here does it equal two years in your world?

You could feel yourself getting a headache at the thought(s), you she already wandered around the overwhelmingly small town and checked out the school at a reasonable distance, you think you spotted the trailer park where Van and Nat live

You settle in the library for a bit, thinking 'fuck it, I don't have anything better to do, maybe I can get some sort of idea about what's really going on', and next thing you know you're looking at a calendar reading February 3rd, 1997. Yeah, very much not 2024...

But this peaks your interest, obviously the crash hasn't happened since you saw the girls together eating Chinese food at the mall, but you're here about four or five months before the plane crashed. And a little seedling sprouts in your little head

But still, nighttime fully arised and you were locked out of the library. And you don't exactly know where to go, it's not like you have a place to go. So you find a nice bench near a fairly shaggy side of the town— cracked, chipped sidewalks, weeds growing out of the sides and heeps of uneven dirt and stray cigarette butts littering the crevice where the sidewalk and the grass (if you could even call it that) meet, and you can distantly see the trailer park about a block or two down to the left– huddling up in a bean against the shitty metal arm

Hey bright side, at least you're sleeping on a bench during an age where they didn't sleep proof/devoid benches of their damn purpose

Of course unbeknownst to you in your shitty but albeit deep sleep, a certain red head on her way home in her worn green pickup truck driving home from a hookup with a certain curly haired girl noticed you, just a glance and yeah, okay young homeless person on that bench

When you woke up, you found yourself with a sore back met with pollen straight to the nose. Very much not your time

Okay... Well there's no way this is real right?

And so for two more days you wandered around town, slept on the bench, scrambled quick scraps of food either from the local food bank, one of the various churches, or by doing an odd job for a diner

And then it sort of settled in on you. Is this *permanent?* Uh... What the fuck are you supposed to do? This feels *very* real

You don't really know what else to do, at some point you happen to take a walk and pass by the school right when soccer practice is happening, and you have to say that no TV screen could compare to the sight

I mean, you didn't really have much going for you back 'home' so to say, no partner, no job, no hobbies you actually stuck to, no sports, nada zilch zam, it was school, go home, and sleep. That was your routine

So with a sign you figured if this might be long term you should try and conjure up a fake identity and apply to the school, which wouldn't be the easiest thing to do, but what's the harm in it? At least then you have something to do

About a dozen and a half library books later and a few very interesting conversations you were applying to Wiskayok Public School under the guisse of being a foreign exchange student (God bless your basic French and/or Spanish skills), telling them that your papers had yet to come in and switch to the American database (suspend your disbelief, damnit)

And so you found yourself taking Calculus again despite having that in the real world during your first semester, so you did well

But anyways, you had a class with aforementioned redhead. So Van was most interested when the homeless person is suddenly in the school, more so that they're a foreign exchange student

Even more weird, apparently Taissa (her hookup who Van of course is starting to have more than just hookup feelings for), saw the same damn homeless person with a pile of books at the library. Soccer, survival, psychology, health and wellness, the Dutch Famine of WW2 for some reason? So wow, they must have so many hobbies!

More interestingly so was when this same person (still sleeping on that bench as far as Van is sure) is applying for tryouts on the team. Late. Like, months late. But, with a hot headed attitude and determination, and surprisingly quick thinking skills with both their head and feet, they managed to impress the coach.

States comes around and for *some* reason this homeless person (to Van that is, no one else knows they're technically homeless) is... bombing? No one wants to accuse them of intentionally trying to make the team lose (besides maybe Tai...) but like... They slide tackled Jackie when she had the ball?

And sure one of the opposing team were close too, maybe they just overshot trying to go for the opposing player, but they've seen you play better than that.

Things happen and at some point you get benched by Coach Martinez and you have the absolutely worse panic attack of your life, you don't know what to do, you planned to just make the team lose states so that they never board the plane in the first place

But what are you supposed to do benched? And so you can't bring yourself to watch on the bench, walking to the locker rooms with tunnel vision and a bp that borderlines the beginning of hypertension.

You slide down against your locker that's in the corner of the room, knees to your chest and arms wrapping around your head as you try to stabilize your breath and shaky thoughts.

What now, what do you do? This is permanent is it not? Are you ever going home?

Your heart is beating up your spine, you can feel it in your chest, your throat, your head and it feels like your skull will split in two and you just want to scream and shout because what can you do now?

Do you go on that plane? Do you suffer too? What do you do? What can you do what can you do what can you do?

You put this pressure on yourself in the first place and yet you can't relieve it. Tears of frustration and horror fill your eyes and your body shakes with silent, utmost quiet sobs that make no sound but shake your shoulders.

And you hear the cheering outside and you know the Yellowjackets won.

Maybe you should have just busted Jackie's kneecaps so she couldn't play

But then maybe Shauna would have taken over and made the winning goal.

Or Taissa would have tackled a player on the opposing team and stolen the ball and made a pass to Nat so she could make the winning goal.

To many questions, too many variables, infinite situations. It's not something a finite being can predict or control.

You wipe your eyes, pulling your way out of the locker rooms to sneak away before they come into the locker room.

@kings-paintbrush @rougeclasslover @acidthecorvid

[yallthemwitches]

Twist of Fate

In a second it all passes through his mind: the anxiety of the try-outs; the possibility of saying good-bye to Hogwarts; the image of Lily that morning, concert tickets in hand and jumping with elation; the sound of two twittering fourth years saying that Sophie had called them soulmates; Lily again, laying on her back, eyes closed, humming to a song—what song was it? And why is it now so vital for him to remember it right at this moment? 

Written for @jilytoberfest Day 20, Prompt 🎶Try to move on, it's back to you that all my roads keep leading 🎶 - Before I Fall Apart by Elle Coves

AO3 Here

“I just love him. God he’s so fit.”

“Evans…he’s dressed in a rainbow jumpsuit.”

“Yeah and maybe you would look fitter if you tried one.”

James whistles. “Wow, low blow.”

They are laying on the ground in the boys’ dorm, deserted by the rest of the lads who were a little too willing to scamper off to History of Magic. Remus’ record player turns and the hum of a guitar lick rips through the space. 

“I’d just die to see him play live. He’s actually going to be at the Roundhouse next week—Remus and I are trying to snag tickets.”

James tries to picture it: Lily and Remus in muggle London. She will no doubt dress to fit the part: hair cascading down her back and in some little dress that is just as glam as the music. Remus is just happy to be there, singing along when she puts an arm around his neck and belts the tune in his ear. It’s a nice image, one that if any third party saw would perhaps mistake for romance. He is surprised he doesn’t feel jealous by the image.

“You should come too—Sirius and Peter as well, of course. Might as well take the gang.”

All the sudden the image shifts, colors seeping together like the mixing of paint. Instead of Remus he’s there, her arm around his neck, dancing against him when they play a song she can’t resist, laughing and pulling him close at the end of the night when they are all drunk and silly and bumbling down side streets. 

It’s a dangerous, incredible thought. 

“Er, yeah! Would love to!”

Lily leans onto her side, hair falling against her shoulder. He looks up at her from his back, trying hard not to think about all the other scenarios in which their eye contact would be just like this. She smiles softly, and he returns it, his body melting into the floorboards just by the sight of her contentment.

“Maybe you could invite Sophie too–”

It’s how he imagines an icicle to the heart feels like. Suddenly, he doesn’t want her looking down at him with those eyes, doesn’t want any sort of reminder that they have reached a closeness that in the past was impossible. He pulls himself up into a seated position and she follows suit, completely unaware that the spell is broken and he must face the music: he has, at least on paper, moved on.

“Er—you know about that?”

Lily snorts. “Sorry to break it to you but when two quidditch players from different houses start snogging, the whole school is bound to find out.”

Snogging is a strong term for what Sophie and him are actually doing. He knows what the rumor mill has been peddling: some shoddy tryst in which James, high off his quidditch win, pushed Ravenclaw seeker Sophie McCarthy into a broom closet for a celebratory feel up. In reality, half of it is true: he did go into a broom closet with her ( because she pulled him there) and he did kiss her (awkwardly, chaste, mouth fumbling) and there was feeling up to be had (her trying to get under his jersey and him backing into some cleaning supplies)--- but that didn’t stop anyone from talking. 

He wants to tell her in fine detail about how Sophie and him are not a thing despite what she would say if questioned. Tell her that if he was getting to the bottom of it, the only reason he entertained Sophie was because he knew he was being pathetic by not moving on. Tell her that the reason he hadn’t actually done everything the rumors said was because the entire time he sat in that dusty broom closet with Sophie slithering over him, his mind was counting the seconds where they would be right back here, just laying on the ground next to each other. 

Lily must have sensed an unease because she changes course with a cough. 

“Uhm, speaking of quidditch players, when's the tryout for the Canons? Brilliant you got invited.”

Fuck. That's right.

“Oh, uh next Tuesday.” 

He turns his head away, not wanting her to see his nerves. The captain of the Chudley Cannons had come scouting the other week and James had been one of the lucky ones to get an invite. Being drafted would mean being taken out of school immediately to start an international circuit, playing professionally as a star. It was a dream opportunity, one that would change the course of his life forever— and if he was being honest with himself, the choice haunted him. 

“Ah bugger, that's the day of the concert!” She moans. “Well, I guess Remus and I will manage without you gits anyhow.”

She tries her best to hide it, but her voice betrays her. There’s a disappointment that clouds her eyes and he wishes he could pluck the feeling out of her and never let it return. 

Trying to deflect her sadness, she leans forward and gives the front patch of his hair a little tousle. Compared to his, her hand is small and gentle against the roots. 

“You’re gonna be brilliant. If anyone can do it, it’s your arrogant arse.”

He wishes her hand could linger forever. That everything would just fall away except for the messy dorm room, the waft of the music, and her.

****

The bright orange kettle used for the portkey is left on the bench inside the locker rooms, glinting like some sort of guarded ancient treasure.

Sophie saunters in, quidditch kit already on and bag slung against her hip. In a horrible form of irony, she is the only other student from Hogwarts invited to the tryouts, a fact she has made sure to spread across the school. 

“Heya James.”

She stands in front of him, and he doesn’t even look up. He isn’t even dressed yet, feeling too sluggish and torn to get ready. 

“You nervous? You look–” 

Like shit? Like a man haunted? Like my life is passing before my eyes?

“---tense.” She sets down her bag and reaches her hand out to place into his hair. His reaction is immediate, jerking his head back so her hand falls limp at her side, face twisting into a grimace. 

“Hey, quit it,” he bites out. Sophie looks unfazed, folding her arms against her chest in indignation. 

“What has gotten into you?” She sputters, aghast, “You know, you haven’t even tried to talk to me since the last game—I’m starting to think you don’t like me or something.”

In a second it all passes through his mind: the anxiety of the try-outs; the possibility of saying good-bye to Hogwarts; the image of Lily that morning, concert tickets in hand and jumping with elation; the sound of two twittering fourth years saying that Sophie had called them soulmates; Lily again, laying on her back, eyes closed, humming to a song—what song was it? And why is it now so vital for him to remember it right at this moment? 

It comes out faster than he can contemplate the consequence. 

“That’s because I don’t like you—and I don’t like that you’ve been saying that we are something we aren’t.”

Sophie purses her lips, eyes lowering to slits. 

“Are you really going to start this? Right before our big break together?”

Hot anger claws at his chest, but not for Sophie. He presses his eyes tight, replaying the image over and over, now a delirious vision. Lily, on the floor of the dorm, eyes closed with a tight smile on her lips—but what is the song? Merlin Fuck why will the silence of the memory not give him peace?

“Leave me alone Sophie.” He says through gritted teeth. Still focused on a point very far from the locker room.

“Do you mean right now or in general?” Her voice trembles, body bracing back. 

“Yes.”

James doesn’t open his eyes when he hears a soft pop. She took the portkey, leaving him stranded on the bench. 

Fluttering his eyes open, he looks at the spot where the kettle had taunted him moments earlier, now relieved to not have it burning its brilliant orange into his irises. He considers that they might not send another portkey for him when another pop echoes into space and a teacup appears on the ground, his fate reappearing.

He heaves a sigh, the new portkey an even greater tormenting force than the first. Unzipping his bag to get changed, he pulls out his kit, taking more time than he should since he is already running late. Reaching in to find his arm pads, his fingers scrape against something flat and sleek, weighing down the rest of his uniform underneath. 

It’s a record, though not like any one that he has ever seen back in the dorms. It doesn’t have an album cover, just a simple cardboard holder protecting the vinyl inside. He tilts it downwards to let the disc fall against his hand and a small card flutters to the ground, landing near the mocking teacup. 

Here’s some tunes to get your spirit up! Don’t forget us when you are a big Quidditch Star! 

–L.

PS It’s charmed so it plays all my favorites—just tap it and it will tell you the artist and song title!

He stares at the note, turning it around in his hands a few times. On the center label of the vinyl, she drew a crude doodle of a snitch with a lily flower inscribed into the gold plating. 

It’s only then that the sound enters back into him, like a spirit finding its body. The gentle melody of harmonizing voices, her head swaying back and forth against the wood grain of the dorm floor to the plucking of a guitar.

While I'm far away from you my baby

I know it's hard for you my baby

Because it's hard for me my baby

And the darkest hour is just before dawn

He zips up his bag, making sure the record is snuggly tucked between clothes and rises from the bench. 

******

Lily looks in the mirror. It's her third attempt to curl her hair, but even with magic her locks loosen almost immediately into soft waves onto her back. She wants to be excited for tonight, but her stomach is clenching in a way that makes her fidget in her chair. 

She looks at the clock. At this point James’ try-outs should be winding down, him sweaty with his hair all mussed and a look of absolute elation plastered onto his face. It was one of the things she was ok with admitting to herself: she loves how James Potter looks after he is done with a game. She wonders if he will look the same when his movements are being projected on a big stadium screen.

She isn’t an idiot: both Remus and Sirius have spoken to her about the implications of this opportunity if he got signed. In truth, she knows that it is what is clawing at her stomach, the desire to wish him well while selfishly not wanting him to leave. It's different for her, the boys would all still get to see him, probably visit him at games and catch him when he was around on tour. For her though—something told her that budding mates weren’t going to make the cut. 

She stares at herself in the mirror, focusing on the center of her face until the image distorts and becomes unfocused. What would her days be without James? Even at their worst he was still a part of her ecosystem, just as integral as the rest. Maybe this was just their fate: to have found their footing together a little too late, forever doing tiny dances around each other that would never lead to harmony.

A quick rap echoes into the dorm and the door cracks open. James peeks in, not flush from quidditch but dressed in a pair of muggle trousers and a buttoned shirt. 

“Hey–can I still come to the concert?”

It feels like wind is picking her up and out of her seat. She tumbles forward, cheeks already in pain she is smiling so wide. The world is just a tiny glinting speck where there is no such thing as quidditch or Sophies or futures that do not involve music and dancing and being with each other. 

It’s the easiest decision they’ve ever made.

*The song lyrics are from "Dedicated to the One I Love" By the Mamas and the Papas

[furinana]

Reviewing SMT's 30th Anniversary Event in Yokohama

In 2023 (the year of Nanashi's birthday!) I spent some months in Japan so I lucked out when they announced a Megaten concert right before my departure.

This is a compilation of thoughts from tweets and messages I sent to friends that I decided to turn into a public post for archival purposes.

Disclaimer: unless stated otherwise, none of the pictures I'm using here are mine. Most of them were taken from the event's official account.

May 6th. From Kyoto (the city I was staying) to Yokohama was approx. two hours by Shinkansen. Like how a close friend of mine says, "The thing about Japan is that you ride one train and you just become the biggest car hater immediately".

[I ended up taking an overnight bus for the back trip however, took around 7 hours. Cramped on your legs but your pockets hurt way less]

How is Yokohama at the moment? A bright sunny noon and like this user illustrated, windy as hell (my cap came off once and I had to run in the middle of the street to rescue it).

[KT Zepp Yokohama]

I arrived 4 hours before the concert's schedule so I fucked around Yokohama's cozy Chinatown for a bit, among other places I don't remember. I didn't take into account that you could arrive hours prior to the event to purchase the limited merch line and stare at concept art of mainline games in an exhibiton placed in the entrance. The merch would get sold out in a matter of minutes in the gap between the opening and when the concert would start! Don't underestimate scalpers, folks.

A beginner's mistake, this is how life teaches you to be smart.

[For every 5,000 yen you spent, you got the chance of receiving a colored bookmark of one of the protagonists. A lot of items involved abysmal luck to get. Fortunately I was able to grab what I set my eyes on in the later online raffle so things turned out fine on my end (although I'm currently having to deal with a lot of dupes much to my annoyance. But hey, I have official merch of Flynn and Nanashi now)]

Regarding the exhibition: Not a lot of stuff to comment on. They made a timeline of sorts for each mainline title (except the NES games because fuck 'em I guess) and pretty much most of it was available in official artbooks published previously. Nocturne for example, they displayed the writing process & how they sketched cutscenes and attacks prior to making them 3D etc, which was no-news if you browsed the Ayakashi Monthly book before.

[We weren't allowed to take pictures so I can only show the previews from the official account. We had to stay at a long line to look at each piece in a chronological way so it felt particularly... uncomfortable. I don't like the feeling that I might be slowing down other people so I end up rushing what was supposed to be a serene activity]

The actual exclusive never-seen-before art was regarding beta character & demons concepts from SMT4A:

[Top: Drawn from memory by me. Bottom: The "mermaid" is a reference to the Starbucks logo that interestingly, is also present in Nanashi's room (which could mean there was an intention of Nanashi's only reference of a mermaid being the logo of a cafe that wouldn't exist in-universe anymore. For those unaware, the mermaid in question is actually a siren!]

Here are the descriptions I typed on my phone right after I exited the exhibition (and would use as base for my own sketches a day later):

Chironnupu had two beta forms with the face as it is now where one walked on four legs and the other his legs faded out in a ghost-like manner. He also had a third and more distinct from his current design where he was dressed in Ainu attire on 2 legs and was smiling to the viewer (a Youkai Watch sort of vibe, very cute).

Nanashi had an unseen sketch where Doi drew him with a suspiciously big waist. Yeah, I know it's minor but I wanted to comment on how unhinged Doi is in drawing girly boys. Go off king

Cleopatra had a form where she had dark skin, dark green hair and emerald green eyes (...huh? I just realized I painted her hair with brown instead of green lmao I became fixated in making her look similar to Maria Torres from Trauma Team). Considering how some demons get color variations (such as Vishnu or Moh Shuvuu), some even getting darker skin in adaptations (take Rama in the Devil Survivor 2 anime), perhaps Cleopatra getting an alt that is closer to this beta depiction isn't an impossibility. I can dream

Vishnu-Flynn had a version where his face was the same as how Flynn normally is.

Mermaid had a form where she was supposed to resemble the Starbucks logo where her palette was red&other color (I don't remember if it was blue or green) and showed an alluring evil smile.

Now let's talk about the concert. The structure of how it went was basically alternating between the band playing remixes of soundtracks with gameplay videos on the screen and then pausing for the hosts to talk with the audience and share some free-talks with the musicians that worked on the titles.

Fans used this menorah they sold in the booth as a glow stick (the ones you see in idol events).

[Event announcers Mafia Kajita and Chiaki Matsuzawa in day 1 and 2]

At the end there was a little quiz with gameplay-specific questions, for example what a certain skill does. You had to answer with this little cardboard thing that had a Jack Frost in one side and Black Frost in the other.

Regarding the free-talks, a summary of what I was able to get (take those with a grain of salt):

Kozuka never played any Megaten before composing for the games (he thought they were too dangerous)

SJR composer played all of them

Tsukasa said the songs for the SNES games were a lot longer and better-sounding but unfortunately they had to chop off a lot

Meguro makes sound effects before making the music, finished SMT2 before starting composing but doesn't play games anymore

By the end, Kajita wishes Megaten games were released more often so events like this could happen frequently and Matsuzawa says she's a big Digital Devil Saga fan.

By the way, you could easily recognize the western fans from the audience from how louder and cheerier they were compared to the local ones. Japanese fans are the types that respect silence to a scary degree. For another example, I was able to watch The Boy and the Heron right in the opening week and nobody from the session I went to laughed or made any perceptible reaction to other viewers. The only one laughing in the entire room was my, notably, non-JPN roommate.

When the concert was nearing its end however, the hosts allowed everyone to be as loud as they wanted to thus letting the atmosphere at long last turn closer to the spirit of Megaten... chaotic.

[Going personally to the concert was a totally unique experience compared to seeing it from a screen with diluted audio. You truly had to be there to have your stomach twisting from the echoes coming from the band's instruments]

My personal favorite remixes:

SMT1's Ginza

SMT2's Disco Theme

SMT4's Boss Theme & Map theme

SMT4A's f6 Godslayer (when they showed Vishnu-Flynn on the big screen... 😳)

[dollarbin]

Dollar Bin #14:

Jonathan Richman's Jonathan Sings!

I dare you to make it through the third song on this record, The Neighbors, without cracking a smile.

Go ahead, give it a shot. Get your best frown on. If needed, give that frown some fuel. Picture Donald Trump. Or Stephen Stills. Remind yourself that Neil Young just played all of Everybody Knows This is Nowhere AND Tonight's The Night live and you weren't there because you, like me, don't have thousands of superfluous dollars about to spend on such events.

Got that frown ready now? If so, go and drop the needle, then close your eyes and listen. And remember: no smiling!

(Sorry about the soft porn image attached; no idea what that's about. But what are you doing with your eyes open anyway? I told you to close them and listen. While frowning!)

Well, how'd you do?

If you're an old time Jonathan Richman fan, I'll bet you didn't make it past Jonathan's first line, when he responds to the other singer with, "Yeah, Why?"

If you're a hard-case, you may have made it all the way to the image of Richman and his lady friend hand in hand in the street, an image that Richman acknowledges might be misunderstood by friends of his wife.

And if you ate nails for breakfast you might have made it to the final verse, when Jonathan recalls being at his friend Jill's house, just last week, when Ed was away. They had many things to discuss. He showed her the Funnies.

I've seen Richman perform twice in my life: once at McCabes in the early 90's, when he repeatedly ordered me to give him the beat, then again four years ago when he opened, inexplicably, for Neil Young himself.

The time has come when I, Nathan, bare my soul to you: I love Jonathan Richman, but I do not enjoy seeing him live.

Richman does everything right in concert. He offers full, compelling run downs of his time at the lesbian bar; his guitar work is as sharp as his clothes and he misses nary a note.

But every time I see him in concert he stares Right At Me the whole time. And he smiles while he stares. This is because Jonathan wants me to be like him: he wants me to be happy. Indeed, he wants me, and he wants all of us, filled with childlike, bubbling-over joy.

But I can't do it. I often fail to give him the beat. I swallow a lot and get sweaty. It's all just too much pressure. Simply put, I cannot be Jonathan-Richman-level-positive while in public.

But at home, it's a whole different thing. Visit our house on a Friday afternoon: I've worked hard all week, and now I'm done. I'm making a pizza for my family and I'm spreading the veggies all about. My second and final Simpler Times is already poured over some serious ice, and Richman's earnestly awesome, from-a-baby's-perspective anthem, Not Yet Three, is spinning. It's moments like that when life is good; it's moments like that when I feel Jonathan-Richman-level-joy.

And that's why Jonathan Sings, Richman's 83 effort, is often my dollar bin record of choice.

Happy Sunday people.

[cosplayinamerica]

Natty Cosplay began cosplaying about 10 years ago, and since then she’s fully embraced the fandom, and found her tribe amongst fellow cosplayers and friends who attend conventions in and around her home state of Florida. Like many of us her journey into cons, and cosplays, began with a push by friends to join them for a trip to a nearby anime con.

Natty recalled, “My friends already got tickets, and they were like “come on book your ticket. We’re going to MetroCon”. And I was like, “You’re right I should. I lived here this whole time, and I never went. It’s almost like I almost forgot, but they reminded me.”

It was at this convention where she debuted her first cosplay, as she tried out the world of anime conventions

.

“I just put together a little Poison Ivy cosplay by gluing on a bunch of leaves I had to a bodysuit, and you know we just walked around and had a great time,” Natty said. “I didn’t even delve so much into con culture. I just thought it was a place to shop really. I walked around the vendor area and saw so many booths, comics, and figures, and [other[ things.

As time went on, I found I had more space and time and resources and funds to get deeper into the hobby. That’s when I started being more consistent with it.”

She has continued to delve further into cosplay, and now has quite a variety of cosplays she considers her favorites.

Natty said, “My very favorite one is that first cow cosplay. I did that one for Holiday Matsuri, and we had a cow meet up with other people dressed as cows. That was really fun. We did some pictures, videos, and I passed out little cow treats like candy. That was really fun.”

Natty continued, “My second favorite one is from ‘The Great Jahy Will Not Be Defeated!’The anime is not as popular, but I love it. I dressed up as the Demon Lord. I love that cosplay. She never speaks, and she just eats all the time. It’s such a cute character, and it’s a very funny show.

Lastly Natty mentioned her third favorite cosplay she cosplayed was “Katara from Avatar The Last Airbender.” Natty remarked, “I want to revisit that and get more props for it, but I really had fun in that cosplay too. I want to bring that to a con.”

Natty loved the camaraderie and togetherness she had experienced, and she really wanted to help others find that as well, so she developed her first app “Show Buddy.” Natty recalled, “I launched Show Buddy around 2018. That was to help people find friends to go to concerts and festivals together. I would basically make a listing and curate a bunch of events that were going on in the United States, and have a group chat attached to it so people could sign up, join the group chat for the event and message back and forth. I think it’s still on Google Play, but I had to take it down off the Apple App Store around 2020.

I pulled the app down due to the nature of things at the time, but it was really fun while it was up and running, and I did meet a few people while I was using the app at that time. So it was a great experience, and I might pursue something a little bit more updated in the future.”

Natty took away some key lessons from her experience creating Show Buddy that have informed her about friendship and social hangouts in this day and age.

Natty remarked, “I learned that for some reason, it’s a lot harder for people to make friends and find people with the same hobbies in this day and age. I think a lot of people don’t like going to events alone, and if they have a chance they would rather go with someone. Though there’s nothing wrong with going places alone, I think just that the social atmosphere of things is just really lonely now. And there’s definitely a demand for people that want to meet new people and make new friends while they’re traveling or going to an event.”

When asked if Natty thought this related to conventions too, she replied “Oh yeah, for sure. There’s definitely a demand for [connections] with cons too, especially with this type of group, [that can be] a little bit shy and feel they’re pushing themselves. They’re putting themselves out there, but maybe they don’t have a lot of experience going to places alone. So I can see that being a thing for cons too.”

Though many generations can of course struggle to find friendship and connections, I was wondering if this might be extra challenging for today’s youth.

“I think a lot of people [would] agree,” Natty said. “It feels like more pressure now because on social media, you want to show a really flashy life. You want to not see your truest self sometimes. You kind of put up a perfect snapshot of that moment on your social media compared to what really happened behind the scenes in real life. So I do think that it was a little bit freer back then. It was easier. It was more natural. People liked posting unedited pictures of what they did with their friends for the weekend, whereas now everyone’s maybe pushing a product or something.”

One aspect of cosplays and conventions that Natty really appreciates is how it’s a wonderful space to meet a wide variety of people.

At conventions for instance, Natty said “I’m meeting married couples, families, and kids. It’s interesting but of course cosplay is everyone. It’s all different ages. So it’s nice to meet other people. You sort of just find your tribe and where you fit in.”

Natty stumbled into another fandom that really took her into a new unfamiliar world she then fell in love with. Natty recalled, “When I was younger, I was always searching online for shows on websites that had them hosted free, and I was looking for something and I accidentally clicked on a Korean Drama (K-Drama). It kept coming up, so I was like “I’ll watch this”. And I was so invested. I was like, “Wow, my mind was blown!” I didn’t even know about this culture and this country until I started getting really into that K-Drama. The K-Drama was ‘My Girl’, by the way, [which is] super old, but I just fell in love with it.”

Natty really went full steam into her love of Korean culture afer that, and this accidental click would lead her to studying overseas.

Natty remarked, “I was so inspired. I was learning Korean, like very beginning Korean, and my college had a study abroad program for South Korea. So I did a summer abroad at Yonsei International Summer School. And I met so many different people. We had a great time. We were always hanging out together, and it was great.” Natty continued, “[I loved] learning so much about the culture and just a different way of life. It was way more advanced, and a lot more convenient.. It had its good and bad [qualities], but

I enjoyed all of it. And then I went with my Korean friend to see her family because she was visiting. They were just so kind and generous to me and they gave me so much fruit, which is very expensive. We had to carry this huge bag of fruit back to our dorm. It was like watermelon, strawberries, peaches, all sorts of things, and I was so happy and grateful for that.”

Natty made sure to capture her time over in Korea, and she actually turned this into an eBook for others interested in learning about the country and culture of Korea. “I made a journal for each day,” Natty said. “It’s kind of like a blog with a picture for that day and everything I did. I’m glad I did that because it was for all those three months, so it was really well documented.”

She’s considered revisiting it, and perhaps re-editing parts, and when considering that she revisited many of her entries.

Natty remarked, “I read it and I remembered things that I did that I completely forgot. I had my fortune told, which was very fun. I also went to Japan from South Korea for like three days with a few friends, and that was also so much fun.”

Though Natty missed a lot of what Korea offered when she returned, she has noticed how much the cultural landscape has changed here, and how so many international foods, products, and stores have come over to the U.S. Natty remarked, “Ten years ago when I came back from South Korea, I missed having Korean food and everything, but now I can get that at the tip of my fingers with DoorDash. That did not exist before. Now we have a lotte Mart and so much more coming. So I’m happy about that.” Similarly she’s seen the world of cosplay and fan conventions evolve too, and primarily for the better. Natty said, “I like how much the cosplay space has grown. Now I see all types of shapes and bodies and skin tones and hair textures. Cosplay doesn’t have to be exactly like the picture or the anime. You can make it however you like and be creative with it.”

Now about 10 years on into her fandom, Natty’s continuation with cosplays and conventions just makes sense for her. “It just feels so natural to keep doing this,” Natty remarked. “It’s fun, I love the social aspect, and I would rather be spending my money on that than bills and stuff. So I feel like if I’m working at least I should work for something I enjoy too. So I always make a point to try to get one cosplay item and that keeps me going. [Otherwise] I’m just working, but not enjoying myself.”

After slowing down her work on Show Buddy, she continued to embrace her side-hustle side, and she’s used her creativity to work on a new Exchange app. Natty explained, “It’s a listing website where you can post what services you offer in exchange for what service you’re looking for. For example, if you are a hairstylist and you’re looking for a makeup artist, you can post that and contact each other so that you don’t have to pay. You can just exchange that service. It’s kind of similar to Freecycle and other websites that do that. A lot of people do this already. I noticed a lot of people looking for things and they’ll offer their professional services, so I just wanted to make a website listing so that it’s all in one place and you don’t have to make a Facebook post or make a random post elsewhere looking for that.”

Like with cosplay, Natty has gained a lot through her creative efforts working on projects like Show Buddy and now her new Exchange website.

Natty said, “I love having a little side project. I work full-time for a Fintech company, but you know in my free time I do like to put out my websites and thoughts and apps and all of that. And there’s always a place for everything. You always have an audience for everything. It’s just finding the audience. That’s the hard part, but you know you should always do it because you never know what may come out of it.”

[kimbapkimbapp]

Bkdk short fic!

Summary?

They're both idiots in love who are both lost siblings and an old marriage. And class A loves to tease them (also, sassy deku)

This happens after the war, in the second-third year (does it matter lol) and yeah Katsuki and Izuku get, along?? (They really do seriously it's just teasing each other) and Katsuki calls him Izuku already. Anyways!

—Kacchan come on! You can watch it on your TV!! —Yelled an angry Izuku.

—I don't fucking care! I want a bigger screen!

—You literally have one TV stop being a jerk!

—Hah?! And so do you!

—I don't have that channel in my TV!

—Not my fucking problem!

—You're!…ugh! —He yelled in exasperation.

Surrounding them class A didn't really know if they should run away from those two or to laugh about the situation.

Of course they chose the second one.

—Yo bro why are these two fighting again? —Asked Kaminari to Kirishima while laughing.

—I don't know man, I think they both wanna see something on the TV.

—They literally are like siblings. —Said Sero.

—Me being siblings with this stupid idiot! He wish! —Shouted Katsuki.

—I would throw a microwave at you! —Answered Midoriya.

—Fucking try, you bitch!

—Are you sure you're not secret brothers or something? —Said Sero again.

—Shut up! —Both yelled in response.

—I would die before being brothers with this asshole! —Said Katsuki.

—And to think they were making progress… —Was what the class president could say about the situation.

—At least I don't prefer to watch a cooking show before an exclusive interview of the best heroes of the USA!

—Don't act like you don't like that fucking show! You All Might wannabe!

—...Still!

Class couldn't help to break a laugh. They really couldn't help it when it came to that duo, who were a perfect mix between siblings that argue for literally nothing and besties that finish each other's sentences.

—Kacchan, could you just be NICE for once and watch it in your room?

—Why do I have to be the one that goes to his room!

—Because I don't have that channel on my TV!

—Watch it on the phone then!

—It's not the same Kacchan and you know it!

—Hah?! That's why I'm gonna watch it on this gigantic TV!

—No you're not going to!

—Hell I am!

—Not if I catch the controller first!

As soon as Izuku finished saying that they both runned for their lives to the desk where it was supposed to be the controller.

But soon they realized that it wasn't there but on Jirou's hand, who was watching a random concert.

—Jirou-san!

—Ears!

—Gimme the controller! —Both yelled at the same time.

—Uh…no? —Said Jirou totally unbothered by the situation.

—Please! I'll let you finish whatever that is!

—Fucking no! Give it to me!

—Uh… First, I'm not ears. Second, this is actually boring me so here you go Midoriya. —She said while throwing the controller to him.

—What! Why him?!

—Because he doesn't call me ears and I wanna see you mad. Besides, Midoriya would kill you if you don't let him see his hero stuff, so you're welcome.— Said while walking away.

—You're a fucking asshole!

—Cry about it! —She said while hiding a little laugh.

—Jirou is a queen... —Said Kaminari.

—Shut up, you simp! And give me that, fucking Izuku!

—No! —Midoriya said while holding it close to his chest.

—Gimme that!! —Yelled Katsuki while grabbing his face as Midoriya tried his best to pull him away.

Then he had an idea and not much later than that, the blackwhip was tying Katsuki.

—Don't you mghf!!! —Bakugou lost the ability to talk when the blackwhip tied his mouth and both his legs and hands, and all he could do was squirm like a worm.

—You could've watched your programme! But now you're not going to for being a jerk! —Said Midoriya. He was not going to untie him fearing that he would take away the remote from him.

—Rule number 1, never interpose between Midobro and Hero stuff. —Said Kirishima while laughing.

—What Kacchan? You're not saying anything? —Kaminari teased him.

The truth was that yeah Bakugou was tied, but he could still make explosions. And no matter how much Aizawa prohibited him from doing that after he 'accidentally' burned one chair, he would do it if Kaminari didn't shut up.

Fortunately for both Kirishima and Kaminari, both knew that if they didn't stop, they would probably be killed, so they left the common room while inevitably laughing.

Midoriya on the other hand, calmy switched the channel to the one with the USA hero programme, while Bakugou didn't stop squirming and casually ...yelling? If it can be considered that.

It was basically their dynamic. Getting mad for the stupidest reasons, fighting a bit and then making up like the lost siblings they were.

They both liked that to be honest. They were kind of opposites, but at the same time they were so similar, reason why they got along so well (and sometimes so not). But they both liked it and felt incredibly comfortable with each other.

Izuku wasn't afraid of interacting with Katsuki like he had been in the past, Katsuki wasn't afraid of showing a little bit of his emotions to Izuku. They were improving, time to time. But at the end of the day, both cared a lot for each other and loved spending time together.

The class also knew that they were really transparent with their actions but not that much with words. They were like brothers, yeah, but some of them also realized that Bakugou and Midoriya were more like an old marriage, which was kind of cute.

Eventually, Bakugou became calmer (he would never recognize it, but he also liked the programme). And because of that Midoriya untied him.

—It was about time, bastard.

—We can still watch that cooking show if you want to. —Responded Izuku.

—Nah, this is not that bad.

—I knew you would like it! —Said Midoriya with a big grin on his face.

—Shut up idiot!

Midoriya immediately got closer and leaned his head on Bakugou's shoulder.

—Uh… Izuku?

—Wha?

—Isn't this a little bit gay? —Bakugou asked, pointing out the situation.

—No? Why would it be?

—Because you're leaning your head on my shoulder?

—And? How 's that gay?

—Whatever, at least you're not on my lap.

Immediately after saying that, Izuku leaned his head on his lap to tease Katsuki.

—Move idiot!

—Nop.

—You're an annoying bitch you know.

—And why are you caressing my hair? —He said while Bakugou touched his curls.

—That's not fucking weird! —He replied as he stopped.

—Kacchan, don't be dumb, do whatever you want to, it's not gay. Besides, it's nice when people touch my hair.

But why then Bakugou felt butterflies whenever Midoriya was touching him? Why did it felt so good to have Midoriya's breath on his thighs? Why was it so easy to get his hands lost in his hair?

Bakugou didn't have an answer, so he preferred watching the programme while ignoring the heartbeats that were growing louder.

Yo! I wrote this shitty thing at midnight so don't rlly judge it lol

ALSO English is not my first language

[purplesurveys]

1796

List 5 things that have happened in the last 7 days. (They can be anything at all, anything that’s happened involving you, or your family, friends, partner) 1. I saw Seventeen in concert and had a very great time! 2. I cried the hardest over work this week alone than the three years I've been in my workplace. 3. I told Trina I was pretty much 80% out the door. 4. I dropped off my dad at the airport last Friday. 5. I tried out a food truck that recently popped up near my office. 6. I damaged my shoelaces doing the Aju Nice bit at the Seventeen concert. 7. Our CEO has sent me over her, like, third token in the span of a month which I am now sensing is her way of saying "I know you're thinking of resigning, but please don't" and it's starting to piss me off because please don't think you can convince me otherwise with gifts.

If you found out your ex had a new partner, would you be upset? No.

How many friends do you have, whose name begins with G? I'm not sure there's one.

Do you like anyone atm? What if you found out that someone else liked them too? I don't like anyone.

Have you ever had sex in someone else’s bed/bedroom? Sure.

Have you ever had sex on your bedroom floor? How about your living room floor? Yeah.

Where is one place you’ve thought about having sex, that might be considered unusual? I don't really fantasize about having sex in certain places.

Have you ever received a compliment about any of the clothes you’re wearing? Yes, people have said they like this purple knitted cardigan I have :)

When you kiss someone, do you like to play with their hair? Sure. It depends on the mood, but generally yeah.

Why did you hug the last person you hugged? Because I never expected to bump into Ruthie at the NLEX stopover hahaha. There were a million other places she could've been at before the concert but she just so happened to be at the exact same Starbucks I was at. We couldn't help but laugh.

Do you ever find it difficult to put your thoughts/feelings into words? I've never had a problem if I just had to write them out. Writing has always been my safe space. Saying feelings out loud is a different ball game, though – I'll sometimes end up tongue-tied.

Have you ever loved a song to begin with, but then you listened to it so many times that you ended up getting sick of it? Sure.

Time for some questions about you and your significant other/crush. What is something you like, that he/she doesn’t like? I don't have one. Sorry to those who are lifting this survey off of me but I'm gonna be striking out the rest of the SO questions lol.

What is something he/she likes, that you don’t like?

Something you both like?

Something you both dislike?

Do you regret sleeping with anyone? No.

Did anyone comfort you the last time you cried? What was your reason for crying? No, I was driving alone. I always cry alone, too. If anything I'll message someone while crying, but I prefer to keep that distance. I don't want to be seen crying.

Reason was work, and because I was thinking about my dad's comforting messages to me about having to leave and how no job is worth crying over.

What if you had a baby with the last person you kissed? What’s the weirdest dream you can ever recall having? I get weird dreams all the time, but I also always forget them.

Is there anyone that likes you, other than the person you love/like/are with?

Did you wake up in someone’s arms this morning? No.

What was the last thing you spilled on yourself? Water.

How long have you had the shirt you’re wearing? Less than a year.

Do you ever brush your hair before you go to bed? Nopes.

Have you ever lied to the person you love/like?

Who is the 9th contact in your phone? Have you ever hugged/kissed that person? Bea. I don't think I've even hugged her. She's not the type and I've always respected that hahaha.

Has anyone ever told you that they needed you? Do you think they meant it? Sure? I mean it doesn't have to mean anything heavy; my mom tells me this all the time only because she can't figure out how to do something on her phone LOL

If the last person you kissed told you they loved you, would you believe them? No.

How did you feel when you woke up today? What was the first thing you thought about? I felt miserable and thought about how long I can still take this.

Do you still tell your parents that you love them? My dad, yes.

Have you ever said “I love you” to someone you weren’t going out with? Yes, because you can say this to friends too. Random fact about the person you love/like?

Have your parents ever disapproved of anyone you had a relationship with? No.

Anything else you would like to say, to finish? No.

[the-firebird69]

We're getting set up in a whole bunch of locations and I drove down the street and we have like 20 in a group and then like a hundred and ten and we don't like go around huge groups and we are setting up all sorts of places and we have like a concert and we have musicians famous ones and some locations Lady Gaga said no that sounds good why me what if we were rescue ranger people give us if he goes I don't care about that why so she said I might do it you have any money. Money yes why is that like working listen to promotional so you get funds and you get stipend and product if you want it. And also free beer New Amsterdam New Amsterdam life said maybe some of that you do a spot for it I didn't answer damn right because I'm a Jew what about you. And she said that one sucks come with another one ... We've got no champagne no champagne oh no oh New Year's is coming up well that's easy we've got New Amsterdam that's champagne of beers do we have one with a cork I think. So she likes it cuz she's having a date with you and we won't tell him you have to do it no let's see Justin always plays a fool or something that guy is actually tell me if what about Johnny Depp he cleaned up I think that's good if you can make it good I hope that's not why you're in LA the spot for the bike well... I think you have one of our bikes in your videos and it's actually probably a freedom motorcycle they're a little smaller than the American Eagle parent company and we'll get it up like you want and it's not the motorcycle from your video that's like a breakout or something that's a big bike so she says okay so we can do it up nice not like a rough girl thing maybe the pink hat and stuff cuz that's not really what you're doing the video and she says okay and it's up to you like you know if you want to do like a song that would be nice do a new song and promote your new music and she smile and said terrific honey that's slow let's write something up together so she laughs and says that's great it will come out that way they're professionals so we're trying to arrange a meeting that's great there's so many people in la who want need them and it's really it's really a good hub of commerce the center it's a tradition and thank you very much Lady Gaga consider the extra in to take my place Johnny Depp AKA Jose. So she's thinking I said we're going to try and send it up and stinking us and trying to set it up and yeah okay so that's a computer and we're going to get her a bike a nice one she says white with chrome some pink accents and nothing garish but it'll be all Chrome and it'll be really nice and hot and it'll look nice for her and Harris says you should put a saddle on it she looks right horses and it's a great idea and look at that she's helping me out too so she's laughing and saying this way to put something on the back of that saddle he says maybe I should drive it so it looks like a ball buster although it might be a western saddle of harrah puts it on there it's a lot of laughter going around right now she'll ask you but will come up with a presentation so she's laughing and saying that's good and this is donation to you of course while it's a gift I keep the motorcycle yes and you do this like I drove it 5 minutes today not to get my third thing of Haagen-Dazs she's laughing too that's great so she's going to go ahead and do that and it's good time

Other people want to do it and Jean Simmons you always say you want to do it and you don't it makes us think you're a Tommy f so why don't you go somewhere else you too Stan you never do anything stick around doing nothing. It's kind of like this why don't we come down and just drop some bikes off to you if you guys are out there in LA Wahlberg and John Cena okay and it'll be a deal in it for riding around so they like that what's your ride you're probably want to cuz it goes faster than that bike they supposed to we posted it it goes faster than that and it's engineered for real. They're laughing and saying good. Well that erupted on us nobody wants to do anything with them so we figured out why it's American company so we're going to have a bunch of flags they said laughing that's a good idea yep so I'm going to go out there we're thanking them and they're going to receive packages and they understand why and they're moving towards it and we're getting our stuff together I'm going to do a huge promotional. Right now we have almost a million octillion sales now it's like two or three million octillion each area while each continent says about 10 million and moving up and we're cranking up manufacturing and I mean we are cranking it up and there's some of those cars and all falling apart no but the EMP and the stuff is bothering all of them every single one of them no one can drive anything so we're going to bring some cars by it too and show them the new 2023 Chevys Fords Jeeps Chrysler Toyota Honda Mitsubishi Nissan there's some Chinese car companies in America now this Hyundai Kia and several Italian companies that we took over Fiat and we don't have Porsche or Ferrari no BMW though Audi Renault and there are several other brands of course and a few more from Asia a few more from Europe there's some from other areas but not much from Russia or the caucuses India or Arabia or practicing or Africa they don't really sell cars it's massive program it's going on now and we're breaking those out and we're breaking out the pickup trucks and everybody wants one and a son suggests bringing the regular fat bear in it on a new Ford truck is the fat Bear came up with in the Ford is hers and she agrees and it won't fit in there so you put a platform on top and just drive it up and you can put all their stuff in Slidell slide it open on a slide open thing and they say yes that's good and put the legs down and do a presentation. So I'm going to go ahead with that and it has a cover on it covers like the whole truck almost and it goes back so you can sit there it's a table and the present your stuff you put a little TV and we're going to do that in a bunch of places with the fat bear up there and tons of people want to ride it so you might have to take it down somehow not sure how yeah I will lift it down when we get there this is a good time this ideas are awesome

Thor Freya I'm happy I'm going to go ahead with this and we're hiring people we have to I'm putting the numbers up now

Damn it this is going to be awful I'm going to have to work all night. There's so much happening I just see why

Olympus

[sunarintoes]

Pretty Setter Squad Boyfriend Headcanons

part one can be found here II wc: 2.4k II includes: kageyama, suga, kenma, akaashi, semi and oikawa II atsumu and shirabu 

rewriting because i cringe at the old hcs 😭

✗ Kagggggsss

✗ The emotionally constipated blueberry <3 oh yeahh 😎

✗ Okay well first off he can barely process his emotions (*cough* evidently *cough*)

✗ When you two first started going out he was quite shy and unsure of what to do so you may have had to guide him a bit, but if youre equally shy then it just would have taken longer to get to where you are now; oh and if that was the case it probably took some random burst of energy/confidence from either one of you to make the first move. 

✗ He will buy you milk but uf you hate it (like me 🤢) he will buy you another drink - like juice :D

✗ I dont think he will be the most affectionate, it’s not his love language - and neither are words haHAH. His love language is most likely quality time and gift giving.

✗ He does like to cuddle though 😳

✗ In fact he really likes to :D his favourite is when youre sitting in his lap while he watches a volleyball game (at home - he hates pda). 

✗ This brings us to our next, short point. Kageyama absolutely despises pda, he just thinks its something meant for closed doors and he does not believe that he has to display his relationship for the whole world to ogle at. The most he will do is light hand holding - mostly just linking your pinkies though.

✗ When it comes to height he does not care if you're smaller or taller than him ← but bb, please don't tease him about his height if he’s shorter because he will blow a fuse.

✗ He alternates between small spoon and big spoon, kinda depending on his mood. 

✗ BOY O BOY does he get jealous. Uh please reign in your setter >:( 

✗ Its mostly due to the fact that he’s insecure about himself - he thinks you will leave him like everyone else (in middle school - yes, he is still traumatised from it.)

✗ When he does get jealous he might be snappy to the other person and glare at them or be snappy at you and glare at you. When this happens please give him space because he needs it to clear his head. When he feels better he will come up to you and hug you into his chest so that he can’t see your face and you cant see his, then he will mumble an apology.

✗ Ever since you two began to date he has practiced apologising and getting better at apologising, this is because his inability to admit to his own mistakes was a sour patch in your relationship that almost ended it but he really did not want to lose you so he sucked up his pride and worked on what he had to; of course you also worked in what you had to. God I love character development 😩

✗ Dates are mostly at home dates or dates revolving around volleyball. If you're not into volleyball, Kageyama would not date you, it's something he is so passionate about and loves with every breath he takes (like you) and he refuses to compromise one love for the other. 

✗ ooooh he likes arcade dates a well! He thrives in a competitive environment. If you're not competitive and don't want to compete against him then he’ll compete for you - against the machines lol. Of course you play as well! But i doubt youre as competitive as this blueberry, and if you are - well i guess at the end of the day youll both be stacked in tokens 🤠

✗ Sugawara my beloved <33

✗ He. Is. So. Affectionate! 

✗ Mans loves skin on skin contact ykwim?

✗ He is down for pda and does not care what others think - only what you think <3. 

✗ I mean he might make out with you in public if you ask nicely 

✗ Dates are very fun with him, he’ll take you to cafes, to amusement parks, to carnivals, to movies and all the like. He’s a cliche lover and he’s proud of it.

✗ Your first kiss happened on New Years Eve/Day. The two of you sat on the roof of his house and watched as the fireworks lit up the starry sky of Miyagi and chanted the count down together. The second ‘one’ left your lips he grabbed your face (softly!!) and pulled you in to crash his lips against yours. 

✗ Suga loves to cuddle, preferably face to face because he just thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world. 

✗ He is not the most jealous person, he definitely does get jealous but never of strangers. It's more when his close friends or your close friends get a bit too comfortable if that makes sense? He normally plays it off with humour and messes around because he acknowledges that he is insecure and that it is most likely him thinking of the worst case scenario; however if he really does start to worry and get jealous then he will sit you down and talk about it with you. To him, communication is key. 

✗ Ngl Kenma is definitely in my top 3 favourites. 

✗ I may or may not be a Kenma kinnie 😳🙈

✗ i love my non-toxic gamer boy <33 anywho: no matter what ANYONE says, kenma is definitely affectionate. In fact I'd say he’s one of the most affectionate boyfriends. As we all know, he is shy and introverted but he likes to hang around and spend time with people he likes. He also talks a lot to them. So I hc that he’s a bit of a chatterbox with you and it makes him really happy when you let him talk about a game or a theory he has. He’s a great listener so you can count on him to pay attention to what you say.

✗ if you didn't already have one, he bought you a switch. He loves video game dates especially when he can't see you in person (*cough* lockdown *cough*) 

✗ he loves when you sit on his lap when he plays video games. I know everyone talks about sitting on their partner’s lap as some sexual thing and yeah that can happen but most of the time he’s really soft with you and just enjoys being close to you. Loves when you cuddle into him while he plays so that he can place his head on yours or your shoulder. 

✗ i think he is a bit shy when it comes to kisses but definitely warms up after a while. He absolutely refuses to sleep if he doesnt get your goodnight kisses. He loves to kiss you on your nose and your cheeks the most. He loves when you kiss him on the forehead and the nose <3

✗ kenma is not one for pda, it's just not his vibe. He prefers intimacy and privacy; his relationship is not a movie for the world to watch and gawk at. Especially timeskip!kenma. Though that does not mean he wont ever show you skinship in public, occasionally he will softly hold your hand and maybe press a light kiss to your cheek. 

✗ in terms of jealousy, he is moderate. Kenma, as we all know, has incredible people reading skills, so he understands the situation pretty clearly and knows when you’re uncomfortable/what you think of the situation. Most of the time you can deal with the unwanted attention and he doesnt get jealous, but he does get insecure. He shows this by going quiet and looking away when you look at him, you can cure this by giving him hugs when you get home. 

✗ Akaashi my beloved <3 he’s so pretty i can't even-

✗ ugh! Just imagine him in a dark/light academia aesthetic. 

✗ perfection. 

✗ akaashi is the sweetest most attentive boyfriend, he loves you to pieces and never fails to let you know. He tells you he loves you every morning and every night. He probably makes meals for you and leaves notes in that have a sweet comment like “i love you, you're the best <3” 

✗ he love back hugging you BUT also receiving back hugs 🥺✨

✗ akaashi is a booknerd and an introvert. Please cuddle up to him and let him read his book to you. 

✗ there are only 2 things that can restore his social battery: sleeping and you.

✗ which means he wants cuddles when he’s tired 😊

✗ he is not jealous. He just doesn't get jealous, maybe annoyed if the third party is being a bit too pushy and you're clearly uncomfortable, but he just never feels jealous. No matter how hard you may try to make him jealous (plz dont cause that's kinda toxic imo) he just won't feel that way.

✗ definitely the ‘mom/dad’ as he carries sinister, pads, bandaids → a whole first aid kit basically, everywhere. Bb must be prepared. 

✗ dates are so sweet with him, cute niche cafes and dimly lit libraries. Maybe the occasional abandoned building. He loves spending time with you, so really he's happiest whenever he’s with you; having coffee at McDonalds or a niche cafe won't change anything. 

✗ he’s hard to pinpoint for pda. I feel like he’s indifferent about it. He probably prefers to keep it indoors or to just small and sweet gestures (no making out in public sorry-). It definitely comes down to your preferences, if you don't like it then he won't and vice versa.

✗ semi semi semi semi semi semi

✗ omg mr musician 

✗ he definitely plays guitar - lead guitar and bass guitar. 

✗ skilled fingies for sure 😗

✗ boy why are musicians so hot???? 😫😫😫💦💦

✗ he writes songs about you. Semsem has a bit of trouble saying exactly how he feels, so he writes it and sings it to you with a small little smile and eyes full of love. 

✗ off topic but Semu has the best music taste in haikyuu

✗ he loves hugs so much <33 please hug and cuddle with him 24/7

✗ very affectionate, he’s always touching you someway. Loves kissing your forehead. 

✗ he is jealous. Yeah definitely. He writes songs about being jealous 🗿 not that you mind of course ‘cause they're bangers. I think he might get snappy when he’s jealous, not directly at you but at the other person. He definitely gets a bit bitchy. Sometimes he acts that way to you so you've just gotta slap some sense into him. Say something like “what's your problem?” or “tell me what your problem is so i can help fix it.” ← that's probably the best thing to say. 

✗ afterwards he’ll just snuggle with you until he feels better. 

✗ he asks for your opinion about his songs all the time, please be honest (but also praise them if you like them lol)

✗ he takes you to niche spots he finds, like hidden concerts and stuff. Loves when you come to his gigs <3 oh and when you scream for him (in more ways than one). 

✗ dates are cute and fun. Mostly walking around together → carnivals, main street, farmers market. Those kind of things. 

✗ when it comes to pda he loves it. Loves being able to show the world who his s/o is. If you don't like it then he will tone it down and only do what you’re comfortable with. If you're also into pda then he will happily make out with you anywhere (you're one of THOSE couples 🤢 /j) 

✗ all round best boyfie <3

✗ oikawa 😳 have i told y'all how much i love him? Oikawa is the best written character, no cap, he is so complex and real it's crazy. It's so fun to write about him because you can pick him apart, you know his flaws, his weaknesses, his nightmares but also his strengths and dreams. Anywho i'll stop ranting now but i just love writing for such a perfectly imperfect character-

✗ he puts up a cocky exterior but thats all false. He's as scared as you are, he's scared that you'll leave him like his exes because of how obsessed and focused he is on volleyball. However he is a changed man, he's learned to balance his priorities. If you ever feel like you're being sidelined please communicate with him. 

✗ he values communication above all else and wants nothing more in a partner than for them to also value communication.

✗ back to the point → if you feel insecure of your relationship and that volleyball is taking too much of his attention let him know. He will change that. To an extent → he may have an important game coming up which is why he is focusing more, but he will always find time for you. 

✗ he never forgets to text you good morning and good night. He also sends you wholesome memes and makes sure you're taking care of yourself - they're like reminders for him to also take care of himself. 

✗ he is both jealous and insecure. Everyone who gets too close to you or spends a lot of time with you, he is jealous of. Jealous because he wishes he could spend more time with you but he knows he can't - not without jeopardising his volleyball career. He's also insecure, because he knows you could just leave him for a more fulfilling, more attentive, more balanced relationship. You know that too, I mean, of course you could leave him but no one would be as good as him. No one could match up to your beautifully flawed boyfriend.

✗ he is affectionate, very, very affectionate. He loves you so much. And because he spends so much time on volleyball, anytime with you he's touching you - memorizing every dint, every curve, everything about you so that he won't ever forget. 

✗ Oikawa has trouble sleeping unless he's with you, he wants to sling to you in his sleep and be grounded and remember that he is loved and cherished and appreciated y'know?

✗ pda is not an issue for him. He doesn't care what anyone else says or thinks :P in this relationship the only opinions that matter are his and your’s. Tell him you're uncomfortable with something and he won't do it, and vice versa. But otherwise, like Semi, he won't mind having a good makeout session with you in the middle of the street ;)

[musings-from-an-elder-goth]

Being Goth in the 80′s

“Beware!  I live!” - Sinistar

“What was it like in the 80′s?” the baby bats often ask as their dark forms flutter about me, eyes wide and ready to drink up every last, minute detail - “The music from the 80′s is sooo amazing; if I had a time machine I’d be so there,” they’ll gush. “OMG, tell us EVERYTHING!”  Very well then - here’s everything:  No internet, no cell phones, no texting, no email, no streaming, no downloads, no Uber, no apps - oh my!  If you had a time machine, the 80′s might be a fun place to visit, but trust me, once you saw your cell phone had zero bars, you wouldn’t want to live there.  

Of course, to those of us living back then, we didn’t know what we were missing as those things were still science-fiction.  So had anyone been asked how they liked the 80′s, they’d probably think things were going reasonably well, myself included.  But lets zoom in and focus on what it was like being a goth in the 80′s.  Yes, the music was amazing - but you had to find it first.

 First off, getting any information about the goth scene was like blood from a stone.  Rare, infrequent, and treasured.  For most of the 80′s, we lived and died by Propaganda magazine.  It represented about 90% of all the info you received regarding music / fashion / trends / style and it only came out 4 times a year.  Ever wonder why there are so few Propaganda magazines copies floating about now?  Because you read it and re-read it and then re-re-read it.  Your friends read it and re-read it, and then their friends.  Beverages were spilled on it.  Photos were cut out of it and pinned to walls.  Concert schedules were torn out.  And it’s not like they were printed on the best quality of paper to begin with.  It boggles my mind that any still exist today at all.  By the time the new issue arrived in the mail, the previous one looked as though it had gone through a blender.  The other big place for music info was the local record store.

For me, those record stores were Camelot and Sam Goody and yeah, they really looked like that.  If you were lucky, someone who worked there was a sage and knew a little bit about everything, including goth music.  I was lucky - very lucky.  Michael, the assistant manager at my Camelot, was like a bio-Alexa.  “I’m looking for something...dark,” I believe I mumbled at him one day.  “Have you listened to this?” he’d ask, handing me a Bauhaus album.  I shake my head ‘no.’  “Here”, he’d say, “Put on these headphones and have a listen.”  And that was that.  He hooked me up with The Cure, Siouxsie and the Banshees,  Xmal Deutschland, and Joy Division, just to name a few, so I was all in from the early days.  He knew when all the albums were going to be released and he’d order them for you (since those mainstream stores rarely carried them).  I must admit, there was a tiny bit of cred to be had when you walked in and the person behind the counter recognizes you and says the special album you ordered has arrived and hands it to you.  The third place to learn about music, was on telephone poles.

As far as I know, this hasn’t changed much as I still see band flyers stapled up around town, but back then, this kind of direct marketing was essential.   Propaganda magazine and Michael at Camelot didn’t know when a smaller band like Strange Boutique was next playing at The Metro, but those flyers did.  And wise was the person who stapled up several flyers at a time in the same place, because he knew we would tear them down to put up on our refrigerators at home so we wouldn’t forget.  And while it was easy to see the small, local bands play live, it was difficult to see the big bands play live.  The tours never seemed to come near where you lived.  I didn’t even see Siouxsie & the Banshees play live until 1991 even though I had been listening to them throughout the 80′s.  Your best bet to actually see the big goth bands was on MTV’s 120 Minutes.

Now, MTV was super mainstream and you’d rarely see a goth band on there (at least in the US), so the 120 Minutes program was progress. You might only see one or two goth bands on each episode, but that was better than nothing.  I would record each episode of 120 Minutes on my VCR while I was out or sleeping.  The next day, I’d fast forward through the show and find the goth bands and watch them a few times, and take my VCR to a friends so we could copy the good videos to save and share.  Then the next week, I’d use that same VCR tape to record the next episode and so forth and so on.  Eventually, 120 Minutes seemed to run goth stuff less frequently and I stopped watching.  But by that point, I’d discovered that just like with music, you could order VCR tapes with hours worth of videos of Siouxsie or The Cure or whoever and I just mail-ordered those.  And these videos were not cheap.  I recall my Siouxsie VCR tape set me back $60, plus shipping.  And this was in 1986, so that was big money.  But what about the rest of TV?

In general, TV didn’t have much to offer to goths in in the 80′s, so I consequently didn’t watch much.  Some shows that come to mind are ‘Tales from the Darkside,’ ‘Monsters,’ ‘The Hitchhiker,’ ‘Friday the 13th, The Series’, The Twilight Zone,’ and ‘Elvira’s Movie Macabre’.  Most of these shows were syndicated and tended to be on quite late, so I’d record them and watch them later.  In general, I might watch just a few hours of TV a week.  I’d be curious to see stats for 80′s TV viewership among goths, but I bet it would be low.  They just didn’t make many shows for us back then. 

  The video game market may have crashed in 1983, but arcades didn’t go away and that was a godsend since they were great places for goths to loiter.  Remember Michael from Camelot?  When he left Camelot he became the manager of the arcade at the other end of the mall (yes, we really did spend a lot of time in malls).  He was less useful for music, but now he became gaming useful.  He’d let a select few of us into the arcade on Sunday when it was closed - and we played for free.  With fresh batteries in my Sony Walkman, I’d spend hours at a time in the dark listening to my fav goth albums while racking up crazy high scores on games like Tempest, Wizard of Wor, Battlezone, Defender, Stargate, Berzerk, and Sinistar.  Why would he let some folks play for free, you might ask?  Because we would set the high scores others would kill themselves trying to beat for the rest of the week.  There was method in Michael’s madness - that arcade was always packed.  It broke my heart when I moved away in 1985 to leave that kind of privilege behind, but I’m sure Michael had no trouble replacing me on his weekly roster of ringers.  I played a ton of home video games as well, and huge swaths of my free time were spent gaming away while goth music drifted out of my cassette player.  It had auto-reverse, so I didn’t even have to flip the cassette!

Magazines were much more popular in the 80′s than now, and many of the goths I knew read things like ‘Heavy Metal,’ ‘Omni,’ ‘Creepy,’ ‘Eerie,’ and ‘Vampirella.’  Although not specifically targeted at goths, magazines like these had stories and art that were very dark and resonated well with darklings.  At any given time, I might have subscribed to a half-dozen magazines and picked up more occasionally, which was fairly typical.  Compare that to now when most folks don’t subscribe to any and even I only subscribe to one.  As the 80′s wore on, you began to see more dark, mainstream magazines and graphic novels creeping out of the woodwork like ‘The Dark Knight Returns,’ ‘Watchmen,’ and ‘Sandman.’  The late 80′s also saw the beginning of ‘Zines that folks would self publish on their home computers and hand-distribute about town, I recall quite a few unsung ‘zines that were very goth, but they rarely lasted more than a few issues before vanishing.  In addition to magazines, I read vast numbers of books in the 80′s since that was the best medium for finding darker fare.  Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles books were stupid popular among everyone I knew, as were things like William Gibson’s “Neuromancer,” “Count Zero,” and “Mona Lisa Overdrive.”  Unlike other mediums, there were so many great books available, most goths I knew had their noses buried within a book whenever you’d visit them, and folks’ personal libraries tended to be quite extensive.  Movies were a different story.

Goth films were so rare in the 80′s, you can just about count all of them using only your fingers and toes.  It would be forever between goth films and I would often wonder if I’d ever see another one again.  If there were so much as 2 in a year, that was a great year - I’m looking at you, 1988, when we got both “Beetlejuice“ and “Elvira, Mistress of the Dark!”  Horror films and dark sci-fi largely filled the void, and fortunately, there were a decent number of those, so all was not lost.  I still recall seeing “Aliens” and “The Fly” as a double-feature and that made for a good evening of dark entertainment.  As far as fashion went, well, you’ve all seen the pictures online.

In the 80′s, casual goth was how you usually saw goths dressed.  Everyday goth tended to be plain, compared to now.  The most goth girl I knew in the 80′s, Ginny, usually wore black jeans, black Doc Martins, and a black t-shirt.  In the winter, she’d throw on a long coat, a black beret hat, and a black & white checkered scarf - she always looked sharp!  The pic above is representative of the fashion I would generally see in the 80′s.  I believe this particular photo is from 1984, and this general style was common right through the decade.  The girl on the left being more everyday goth while the girl on the right is more going-to-a-show goth.  Hair was not always spiked up and depended on laziness.  By the later 80′s, I didn’t see anyone doing it anymore. Tattoos and piercings existed, but they were not as frequent.  Leather jackets and leather long coats were also seen, but not as often since they were expensive and most goths (myself included) acquired their clothes in second hand shops. 

And there you go - I’m sure my goth 80′s were fairly typical, although individual experiences may vary.  The modern ability to pull a cell phone out of your pocket and bring up any goth song, album, or music video ever made and watch it on the spot, then to check what bands are playing at any club, at any time, anywhere in the world, and then review the photos taken from that same club just last night to see exactly what they’re wearing in that neck-of-the-woods, is a wonder.  Plus, goth music is easier to make and distribute now, so good bands are found faster by far more people to be enjoyed than ever before.  There are more goth TV series, movies, and video games available than I can shake a broken VCR tape at, and again, I can watch or play them whenever I feel like it.  I enjoy seeing current goth fashion as it’s so much more sophisticated and sublime than it used to be and goth decor exists in multitudes undreamt of in the 80′s.  

So if you were to pull up to my place in your time-traveling 1982 Delorian, I’ll be happy to visit the 80′s with you to catch a show or two, but be sure to bring me back to today.  There’s never been a better time to be goth, than now.

creaturesfromelsewhere 12/31/2021

[kakashiswilloffire]

hey friend! i saw you are taking requests and would love to submit one if you're up for it!

would love something fluffy and sweet for kakashi. maybe some lazy day off shenanigans with his s/o and his ninken? bonus points if snuggling in a dog pile is involved at some point. reader can be gender neutral.

thanks and congrats on 100!

thank you so much!! i'm not really a dog person so i struggled a bit but i hope you enjoy!!

ao3

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It was the first day off you had both had in nearly a month. Team 7 kept Kakashi busy, if not with missions, then with training all day. On top of that, he was still in the on-call rotation all jonin were required to keep their names in, though his shifts were less frequent due to his status as a sensei. You had recently been promoted, and with that, your responsibilities were upped and you had been asked to step in for one of your colleagues who had recently run into some unexpected health issues. The time you had been able to share at home together had been limited to early mornings and late evenings, and frequently, there had been nights where the apartment you shared had remained empty entirely. Your fiancé had been counting down the days until your schedules finally overlapped, and you had exactly twenty-six hours in which you both had no obligation to the outside world.

You were awoken by the fire alarm screeching and a handful of swear words, followed by a crunching of plastic and sudden silence. Gaze flickering to the side, you noted Kakashi’s two-thirds of the bed empty and grinned, holding back a chuckle.

“Everything alright, babe?” you called out.

The reply came with an air of resignment. “Did I wake you up?”

You brought your arms over your head, feeling your joints re-align and pop lightly as you stretched.

“Not necessarily, unless you need help cleaning up?”

“No!” He replied quickly, and you heard the broom skitter across the tiles, dragging the remains of the smoke detector with it. “Go ahead and go back to sleep, I’ll come wake you later.”

Not one to deny the opportunity to rest after how late you’d gotten in last night, you snuggled back into your pillow with a small smile. It only took a moment before you were drifting off again, although not as deeply as you had been. You were dimly aware of the sound of teapot being filled, the burnt toast smell wafting through the open door, and your fiance’s graceful footsteps as he danced through the kitchen.

Wait.

Danced?

You raised your head up slightly, freeing both ears to focus on the sound of the Copy Ninja’s footsteps. His weight wasn’t distributing evenly on each step and the pattern of his footfalls was irregular. Bringing yourself to a sitting position, you suddenly realized that he was humming absentmindedly in the small kitchen.

Kakashi was not known for his stoicism, but the level of professionalism he established outside of the copy of Icha Icha attached to his palm was carefully maintained even in his downtime. When you went out together for dinner or drinks with friends, he told few jokes and mostly at Genma or Asuma’s expense. Gai’s repeated challenges to karaoke contests, both in locations with and without a karaoke machine, had always been flatly denied in favor of watching you and Kurenai choose the heartbreaker duet of the week to belt out. When you found yourself at the rare club, it only took light coaxing to bring him onto the dance floor with you, but anything more than swaying to the beat was out of the question. As long as he was having fun, you didn’t mind him not joining in the way the others teased him to do, but you had wished that he would be able to let go of his responsibilities long enough to really enjoy himself one day.

You slinked out of bed, keeping your movements as fluid as possible as you wrapped the comforter over your shoulders. As silently as you could move, you travelled into the hallway and through the living room, the smell of something acrid and burnt slowly getting stronger. You flattened yourself parallel to the wall, though not touching it to prevent the noise of the comforter dragging along, once you approached the doorway to the kitchen. He was certainly humming, and you couldn’t repress a grin, realizing he must be nearly skipping from the counter to the pantry from the way he moved. As slowly as you could, despite your excitement, you leaned around the corner to check on the man in the kitchen.

Kakashi was wearing boxers and a binder, his most comfortable outfit when secure inside your shared home. To your delight, he had chosen one of the binders without a mask attached, and you had a clear view of the slightly silly grin plastering his face as he shifted intermittently from humming to light, mumbled singing, punctuated by murmuring the ingredients he was using as he reached for them. He was stationed at the stove, stirring a medium pot and tasting from it in between verses of his song, reaching for more salt or minced garlic to adjust. He closed his eyes, bobbing his head side to side at a line he took a particular interest in, the morning sunlight catching glints of silver in his messy hair.

Taking advantage of his eyes being shut, you whipped back around the doorway into the living room, quickly tiptoeing away. You were so in love, and so happy to see him carefree, your mouth fell open in a silent scream and your hands, corners of the comforter still held in each, flew to your face.

You had to tell someone. No one would ever believe that Kakashi Hatake, master of a thousand jutsu, could be so sweet and cute behind the former ANBU exterior. Quickly, you crouched to the floor, abandoned the comforter, and made the required handsigns, pausing for a moment to remember if it was hitsuji or uma that came after saru, then gently pressed your palm against a squishy couch cushion. With a puff of smoke that evaporated almost as quickly as it was created, Pakkun sat before you.

You brought your finger up to your lips in a shushing gesture immediately. The tiny dog squinted, but nodded his agreement after a beat. This was your third or fourth time summoning him, and the first time you had done with without Kakashi. Animal summons were not your strong suit, and you had never particularly been a dog person, a fact that Pakkun had keyed in to almost instantaneously upon meeting you when you had no more than polite “my boyfriend’s pet” level interest in his paw pads. They were as soft and supple as he claimed, but you didn’t quite understand the appeal of man’s best friend.

You made the simple gestures required to convey that there was something to see and led Pakkun quietly toward the entryway to the kitchen where you could hear the rice cooker being sealed and started. Kakashi had switched to a different song and was now vocalizing the instrumentals softly, occasionally pausing to mime playing the instruments he was mimicking. Your hand found its way over your mouth, your heart melting with the gentle domesticity. Then you jerked away, feeling a soft scratch at your feet.

The pocket-sized grizzled dog glared at you until you bent down, when he pointed upwards toward a mess of hair. You felt a pang of guilt as you realized from this angle, all you could see was the shinobi’s calloused hand pushing silver strands out of his face, the black engagement band glinting dully on his finger. For the wedding in four months, you had managed to arrange custom bands for you both with the Hatake crest engraved into the matte surface. Kakashi didn’t know yet, and you knew that with how mission work was, he wouldn’t get to wear it often, but he would have a piece of his clan’s legacy with him whenever he did wear it.

The feeling of disappointment radiated off of the dog with the headband as you absorbed the fact you hadn’t considered him not being able to see over the counter. After a moment, you held out both your hands cupped together, fingertips resting on the floorboards. Pakkun regarded this, looking from your hands to your face, which you tried to humble appropriately. He sniffed at your exposed palms, then delicately stepped into your arms.

Bringing him up to your chest as you stood back up, you felt him stiffen. Had you moved him too quickly? Were you holding him too tightly? You ran two fingers down the back of his head instinctively and were surprised to find him relax. Kakashi tasted the cloudy liquid from the pot again and nodded firmly, turning toward the doorway. You whipped around, placing your back against the living room wall and clutching Pakkun tightly to your chest. You both held your breath, waiting to see if you’d been caught.

He sang to himself, “almost ready!” and you released your breath. Quickly, you snagged the blanket off the floor and made your way back to the bedroom.

“What’s the occasion?” Pakkun demanded as soon as you had the door shut behind you, jumping onto the bed.

“There is none! It’s just our first day off in a while, and he thinks I’m still asleep!”

Pakkun considered that quietly. “His pa, Sakumo, used to do the same thing. If he thought no one was around, he’d put on a whole concert for himself. Kakashi used to join him, up until his death. Then I didn’t catch him humming again till about a year after Minato’s death. Life had been rough for the poor pup up till about then. But he’s been in there all morning singing to himself?”

You nodded, pulling the gray comforter tighter around your shoulders. You knew your fiancé had been through more than most people should ever have to go through, but to think he might be making a breakthrough with his depression and trauma—to start singing again?

Pakkun made an odd noise that reminded you of a sneeze, then pawed at his eye and seemed to clear his throat. “I gotta tell the others. They’re gonna lose it.”

“Yeah, you should definitely head back and let them know the good news. I’m supposed to be asleep after all, he’ll probably come wake me up in a minute or two.”

The sly dog hesitated, then a wicked glimmer flashed across his eyes. “Or…”

Before you could react, you were engulfed a thin cloud of smoke that smelled vaguely of grass, and your bed began to creak. You jumped up, gasping at the number of variously sized dogs that had appeared in the room.

Pakkun addressed the crew before anyone could ask any questions. “Stay quiet. We’ve got a stealth mission ahead of us. Everyone, this is Kakashi’s partner, the one he’s marrying soon.” He then turned to you and pointed out the pack members in a line. “Bull, Urushi, Shiba, Bisuke, Akino, Uhei, and Guruko.” They were all undeniably adorable, and you’d have to ask your fiancé when he had the time to commission them all matching vests and headbands, but you were still shocked to see so many dogs. Did he really have eight summons? When most shinobi had one, if any?

“Name of the game is observe without being detected. Target: Kakashi. Location: kitchen. Standard formation. Questions?”

With no questions being posed, Pakkun lept up onto Bull’s head and led the way. You marveled in how quietly such a massive dog could move and trailed the pack as they made their way through your apartment.

You heard the timer on the rice cooker ding, then the seal breaking and relished the scent of the steam drifting through the air. There must be a stick of lemongrass in the rice this morning. You could see that Kakashi was beginning to set the table, gathering everything for a cozy breakfast for two.

He was also singing, audibly, with some degree of confidence.

One by one, the dogs all stopped and froze in awe. Akino and Uhei stepped around to the other side of you, and Shiba—or maybe it was Urushi?—popped their head between your knees to try to see. You were surrounded on all sides by the ninken, and you started to feel comforted by their warmth. Together, you all listened to your man serenade chopsticks and bowls as he spun to the small table, breaking into a mock tap routine as the china hit the wooden surface. You felt your head tilt to the right as you let the waves of love rush over you as you watched him carefully adjust the oily, burnt pan in the sink so he could wash his hands.

“Alright, love—breakfast is ready!”

For just a moment, you forgot that you were supposed to be in bed. You didn’t move as Kakashi rounded the corner, freezing when he saw nine sets of puppy-dog eyes gazing wistfully back at him from the middle of the living room, all heads tilted to the right and dreamy smiles plastered on each face.

“Ah! Uh, how long have you, uh…?”

Together, you moved as a pack toward your loved one, tackling him in a ten person hug. When you wormed your way past Uhei, you cupped Kakashi’s face and brought him in for a deep kiss, feeling butterflies in your stomach. He blushed slightly, tracing his thumb along your jawline.

“I love you, and I’m so glad that you feel safe and happy and loved with me,” you whispered fiercely, trying to beam the intensity of your emotion at him without being too aggressive.

He smiled, Sharingan deliberately taking the whole scene in as he lay on the floor with you, pulling you into his arms. Pakkun trotted over to sit on his chest while he brought you in for a firm, tight hug.

“Me too. And I’m glad you got to meet the rest of the clan.” He let the Sharingan fall shut, relaxing against you.

“Would’ve made more miso soup if I’d known everyone was coming over. Have you seen the dog bowls around anywhere?”

[keltonwrites]

Where no one knows your name

How many times is a person meant to make new friends? When I moved into an apartment in DC with an absolutely iconic girl from Craigslist, I wrote in my journal, “you never know when you’ll meet your next bridesmaid.” Charmingly juvenile, as I was 24 years old. Ironic, as I never had any bridesmaids. And embarrassing, knowing I wrote something that’s surely been embroidered on a bachelorette party t-shirt by now. My point was: you can meet people you fall in love with anywhere, anytime, assuming your heart (and calendar) are open. Now my heart and calendar are open and I am one of Elizabeth Bennet’s sad sisters, cloying and desperate for attention while everyone at the ball ignores me. Meeting people here is unnerving and hapless and eye-clawingly vulnerable. My first new friend told me she was moving away in a few months. Do you invest deeply in hopes of another faraway friendship? Do you just go back to waving as you pass on the street? I like this girl! What an embarrassing thing to have to say to someone! Do you just invite people to every and anything like a lunatic? I can’t even remember to call the people I am forever-and-ever in cahoots with. I’m also deeply bound by what I’ll call the Movie Trap: say it’s 3pm during not-a-pandemic, and you get the urge to see a movie. You look at the showings, and there’s one you really want to see at 7:15. You think to yourself, “I should make an effort,” and you text a friend. “Hey, you wanna go see This Cool Movie at 7:15 tonight?” No one ever says yes. Don’t give me an example of when someone has, because it’s always one of these answers:

“Oooh, I’m actually seeing it with Kate tomorrow - wanna come?”

“Can we go to the 9pm showing? Stuck at work.”

“Yeah but let’s see Movie You’ll Fucking Hate instead.”

Now maybe I’m just lighting flares guiding you to the worst parts of my personality, but this drives me nuts. No, Liz, I don’t want to go tomorrow. I want to go tonight. At 7:15. So I can be in bed by 10. And you’d have to drag my dead body and prop open my eyes to get me to see something like Marriage Story in theaters. The Movie Trap is a big reason I usually hang out by myself, or I make plans weeks in advance. (Don't I sound like a blast.) Just the idea of being like, “I like you! Wanna hang out in October?” makes me want to collapse into a puddle of sad adulthood. Which is why on Friday at 4:30pm, when a girl I’d met a week prior asked if I wanted to grab a drink, I just said yes. I put on a pretty dress, did my makeup, put stuff in a purse, and drove the 25 minutes to town. It was really fun! And how novel to have new contacts in my phone like “Maggie blue house” and “Jess concert friend” — a throwback to the days of “Greg guy on L train” and “Devon ad party.” The very concept of not knowing someone’s last name or even needing it, and a year from now updating their contact info and smiling at your origin story. But for the most part, no one is in our phones. In terms of phone numbers collected, here is the list:

Two friends we knew prior who thank god you guys exist.

New friend who is moving away.

New friend who is game to drink tequila and ride mountain bikes.

Neighbor-not-yet-friend who I really fucking like and am not sure how to cross hang-out threshold with.

​Not to say there aren’t any other prospects or people I’m platonically gaga over, but I don’t have their phone numbers. There are honestly a lot of people like this because when you live in a small town (and you’re from the Midwest) you say “oop, sorry” to every person/object you bump into, and you say “hi :)” to every person you see. These are the rules. If I drive by you and don’t wave, it’s because I was so deep in a daydream I probably shouldn’t have been driving in the first place. This isn’t acceptable, because in our urgency to tattoo our vaccination status on our foreheads so we can make friends, it turns out just driving by someone can be a viable strategy. A few days ago, a man was driving by our kitchen window and then our driveway, and then he reversed back up to the kitchen window and started waving. Ben went outside — it was that kind of wave. The man had seen from his car a smokejumper emblem on the back of a truck in our driveway. “Hey, are you a smokejumper?” We aren’t. But my dad was, and he was in town visiting, accompanied by the emblem on the back of his truck. The guy said we should drink sometime. Numbers were not exchanged. We’ll call that a node, because it’s not quite a connection. And it’s mainly nodes, waiting to be connected, to have relevance. But first, no matter who you’re trying to befriend, you have to answer everyone else’s Do I Care Quiz. The quiz is employed by 93% of locals to determine how they feel about you existing within their personal 50-mile radius. The first question is non negotiable:

1) Are you visiting?

Variations on this question include “how long are you in town?” or “what brings y’all to town?” or my least favorite and most insulting, “did you just finish Jeeping?” I know I have blonde hair and say y’all, but how dare you. (Also, to be clear, you can own a Jeep, customize your Jeep, mod out your Jeep, and love your Jeep, but you’re not Jeeping until you drive too fast through a tiny town so you can hurl your Jeep over a mountain pass without ever getting out of it.) So the answer to “are you visiting” is “no, I live here.” Which brings us to the next question, my favorite for how loaded the gun, kneeling in the grass, scope on, target locked it is.

2) Are you part-time or full-time?

The first time I answered this question, I didn’t realize it was essentially like asking how someone voted in the 2020 election. The judgment was cocked and ready and the palpable relief/joy/or at the very least, tolerance, exuded by answering “full-time” was like when the sun comes out from behind the clouds on a 40 degree day. I was fine, but wow that does feel better. The third question though does not have a standard hoped-for answer. This is where nodes turn to connections turn to phone numbers.

3) What brings you here?

It seems like the best possible answer would be saying you work in town, and you’re going to begin construction on displaced-worker housing to ensure the people who run this town can actually live in it. We’d have everyone’s phone number. Saying you’re a writer who works remotely and bought a house from a legendary and beloved local who could no longer afford it is really something you keep to yourself. But in the interest of making friends, I just word vomit my entire history. We might as well find out at the onset if I make your eyes roll back into your skull. Not at all threatening that all it takes is a single social signal misinterpreted to be the absolute death knell of my ability to make friends in a town of some 1400 adults. In fact, I’ll share one such interaction. I was hiking with Cooper, about 5 miles by foot away from my house. I was on a trail, crossing a sloped meadow, and a group was traversing up the hillside to the trail. I said hi, where y’all coming from. One girl answered and we talked about the trail. She eyed me up and down. “Did you just move here?” “I did!” “I served your family last week,” she said. “Oh,” that phrasing. “Must have been my in-laws.” “Heard you bought Jack’s house. Such a bummer when locals like that are forced out.” “We didn’t even know about his house,” I said. “We were looking at another house and he asked his realtor if he could get us to come see his house. We just loved it, and him!” She had no emotional reaction to this. “You moved from California?” she asked. (Dangerous question.) “Yeah, got these sea level lungs, haha,” attempting to disarm with humor was a failure, “but couldn’t be happier to be out of California.” “It’s not like this all year. Winter’s really hard here, you’re in for a rude awakening.” “Well California’s the last place I lived, but I’m not from there. I’ve lived in brutal winters. At least Colorado gets sun!” I laugh with cloaked loathing. “It’s different when you live at altitude,” she said, like no human aside from her had ever been literally anywhere. “Are you trying to go around?” She indicated the path behind her. “No, y’all go ahead, just gonna wait to give you your space. I’m sure you’re faster than me.” “K, good luck making it to the lake." Maybe she was thirsty. Maybe she was hungover. Maybe she just has vicious delivery, but it felt like every blade of grass was leaning against the wind to listen. She was with four other people and not one of them said a word. I left that interaction not wanting to see another human ever again. But that interaction, and her intimate knowledge of exactly which house I lived in, made me want to decorate like we lived in a gingerbread house, all candy canes and plum drops, screaming to any passerby that we’re friendly. One of the mayor’s first questions to me was “what are you going to do to the house?” There are rules here about what your house can look like, and I kept emphasizing we bought the house because we loved it, not because we wanted to change everything about it. And now, instead of wanting to decorate the interior, I want to put up shades so we don’t contribute to light pollution, I want to hang a sign by the water spigot saying “grab some if you need” for hikers and mountain bikers, I want to paint a sign for the wild mint by our door that says, “I mint to tell you to take some,” because our neighbors were openly panicked they wouldn’t be able to just grab mint from the cabin’s garden anymore. Without question, COVID makes things harder. Dinner parties feel like dares. Dropping cookies off at someone’s house feels invasive. Grabbing a drink feels like the ultimate sign of trust. But at least we have nodes who can connect who can think to invite us and who can see that despite having lived in California, we’re not all that bad. In the meantime, I’ll be painting signs about water and mint, hoping to garner the benefit of the doubt from the so beautifully, earnestly, and waiting-to-see-if-you’re-worth-it doubtful.

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[mesozoic-system]

Bakugou Katsuki is not as bad as he seems.

Okay, fine. That's a lie. Bakugou is a loud and obnoxious asshole with little to no character development and will snap at anyone who breathes on him the wrong way.

Now that that's out of the way, let's move on to why he's like that.

You all know what PTSD is, yeah? If not, it stands for "Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder". It's something that causes panic attacks, unnecessary aggression, trust issues, nightmares, anxiety, depression, and more. People will develop it after a traumatic experience. It takes years of therapy to recover... actually, most people never recover from it.

Fun fact: Katsuki canonically has PTSD. It's confirmed, and you know what? After everything he's been through, it's not much of a surprise. He's been through one tragedy after another and never seems to get a break.

When we first met Bakugou Mitsuki (Katsuki's mother) in chapter #96, we instantly realized how aggressive she was. I mean come on! She talked smack right in front of him and his teachers- in front of All Might who she knew her son was very fond of. Katsuki may be irritable, but to have your own mother backhand you in front of your own role model is a little much.

Later on in chapter #165 during the Provisual License Exams, we get a little more information that only points towards more abuse- and this time it's not so verbal.

Most people paid no real attention nor gave it a second thought in these panels, but remember when Katsuki suggested to use violence against the kids? Of course, you'd look at it and wave it off as "normal Bakugou behavior", but what he says next took me by surprise:

That's right. He was raised that way.

Which means either Mitsuki or Masaru (or both) had struck him in some way multiple times as he was growing up, and I doubt it was Masaru.

"Spoiled" my ass. He might have a strong quirk, but people don't turn into little monsters just by being praised. It'll definely boost his confidence, but not dramatically. This could also explain his aggression toward Midoriya. He realized how helpless he was and had power over someone else for once. But that's just a theory.

Okay, let's fast forward a bit. He's finishing up his third year of Middle School and is preparing for the UA entrance exams. He's pushed away his childhood friend to follow his own dreams and tells him to jump off the roof.

Literally.

And then he walks out the door only to regret it much, much, muuuch later in the series- y'know. The "character development" I was talking about.

Next time we see him though, he gets what he deserves.

One panel he's tramping through an alley with his friends, and the next, he's being swallowed alive by the most perverted-looking slime monster I've ever laid my eyes on.

While Izuku's dreams are being crushed by his own hero, Katsuki is fighting for his life in the middle of town. He's struggling, but all he could do was look back at all the dozens of fearful eyes...

Right there. Right now. Look at him:

He's terrified. He's humiliated and afraid and hurt and despite all of the heroes that were there, none of them had even attempted to save him.

And this is where it really starts. This is where it all begins. Next thing we know, Izuku's running straight for him... The boy Katsuki's bullied almost all of his life is risking his own in order to save him.

You know the story from there; All Might trains Izuku to withhold his power, they get accepted into UA, and then comes the Sports Festival.

Katsuki's already made up his mind: he's gonna win. He's willing to give everything he has to show the country what he's made of, and this may be his only chance to make up for the mishap several months ago. And Monoma, being a professional at making things worse by opening his mouth, rubs salt in the wound.

It was pretty easy to predict Katsuki's reaction: pissed off and more than ready to prove him wrong. He does, but it cost him his "first place" during the Calvary Battle. But that's okay 'cuz it's not over yet!

Welcome to the next and last stage of the festival: The Battle Tournament, where all the kids get to beat the shit out of each other until only one remains.

Turns out, Katsuki does win. It was a foolproof plan: get Todoroki to go all out on him so he can make a final impression before the end of the day. But it was obvious that Shouto was still unsure of himself, so Katsuki did what he did best:

He had to piss him off.

But instead of getting angry and bursting into flames like he had planned, Shouto threw away the battle at the last second, and everything Katsuki had worked for with it.

No shit he's gonna be upset! He worked his ass off to get where he was, and the whole point was to leave himself a footprint! His entire life had been dedicated to that moment, and it faded away right in front of him.

Midnight put him to sleep and he woke up and threw a temper tantrum.

Now this is was UA did wrong:

Why would you do that?! They were all aware of what happened to him only a few months ago, he obviously hasn't properly recovered from it, and they restrain him in front of thousands of people. They cover his mouth and gag him, lock his hands in a tiny metal box and expect him not to go insane. Helloooo?! Wake up! He's just a kid!

Several months go by and now it's time for camp. Katsuki is tired. They all are. It's been a long day of training and training and training, and suddenly villains come out of nowhere, and nobody is prepared. And who shows up? The League of Villains, and they're after certain students...

Tokoyami escapes safely, but Katsuki isn't so lucky.

Just think about that for a second. When we see Shigaraki holding a picture of him, it's the one where UA tied him up. He knows what this child has gone through and he pities him. To be honest, I think the LoV treated him much better than anyone ever has (except maybe Kirishima). They're hesitant, but they treat him with kindness. They didn't just want him for his quirk. They saw what the heroes did to him and wanted to help him get the revenge he deserved.

But when All Might showed up (more like "burst through the wall like the Cool Aid man"), Katsuki is instantly teleported in the strangest way possible... and the most traumatizing.

He chokes out this weird slime-like substance that devours him within seconds. Thankfully it only last that long, but then again, the Sludge Incident, remember?

Yeah, bet that brings back some memories.

But what must have hurt him the most was All Might's downfall and early retirement. He said it himself:

After several chapters, he finally burst. He's been holding all the pain inside of him until it bubbled over and he couldn't take it anymore. So he went to the only person he could- the person he hated and yet trusted the most.

Maybe the Class 1A concert helped him in a way. It seemed like it brought him down and maybe even relaxed him a little. And something incredible happens. Something we haven't seen from him at all until now...

(From here, I'll try to keep it short to avoid as many manga spoilers as I can. That and I'm tired...)

He began to change; started to support Izuku... in his own twisted way, of course. As chapters went by, he started to open up little by little. He admitted what he had done to Izuku in middle school to All Might, which had brought him some peace of mind. It wasn't quite the apology we had hoped for, but I guess it'll do.

And during the war, he made the greatest sacrifice, finally unlocking his quirk's full potential. Despite being unable to move, he used his quirk to throw himself in front of Izuku without thinking, taking a blow to his stomach. To his stomach.

He was impaled.

Holy shit.

Last time someone had been impaled was Nighteye, and he died from his wounds.

But Katsuki somehow managed to survive... And woke up ready to beat Izuku's ass if he didn't wake up.

Anyway, that's all I have to say (so far). However, I'm excited for Season 5 of the anime series! Can't wait to see our new story animated! I mean, I've been watching the episodes as they come out, but still.

-Blightcon