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Hajime Syacho x Lawson Collaboration: U-Fest Tour 2019 Can Badge

Size: 6 cm  

Price: 4€/9USD

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[edenkai]

EDEN KAI - 「Open The Heart」

YouTubeチャンネル「川越のおこもり社長」にてお聴きいただけましたか？🏕️

是非、動画の方チェックしてみてください👀🕯️🏞️

Have your heard the ending theme song from the “Kawagoe-no Okomori Syacho” YouTube channel ?🙌🎶

Check his channel out guys🖥️

[405blazeitt]

i haven't been keeping up with hajime syacho (one of the og big youtubers in japan), but his latest video caught my eye, so i tried to find the beginning of this saga and i very quickly learned that

① he bought a doomsday bunker ????

② he's been using it as a climate-controlled room to raise beetles

[lawaudio]

JLPT N4 Grammar 特別な形の尊敬語

JLPT N4 Grammar 特別な形の尊敬語

Polite form (Exception) 行く→いらっしゃる／おいでになる Iku →irassyaru/oide ni naru 来る→いらっしゃる／おいでになる Kuru→irassyaru/oide ni naru いる→いらっしゃる Iru→ irassyaru する→なさる Suru →nasaru 食べる→めしあがる Taberu→meshi agaru 飲む→めしあがる Nomu→Meshi agaru 見る→こらんになる Miru →koran ni naru 死ぬ→お亡くなりになる Shinu→onaku nari ni naru 知っている→ご存じだ Shitte iru→go zon ji da くれる→くださる Kureru →kudasaru 例文 １，社長、コーヒーを召し上がりますか。 Syacho-,…

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(⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

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[machinight]

Tomorrow at 21:00/9:00 PM JST (7 AM CST), the full MV of "Spiral Spider" by Gravity will be released!

Link: https://www.youtu.be/125wpnm-LX0

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Gravity (NEW LOOK) Vo. Roku @gravi_roku Gt. An @gravi_an Gt. Myu @gravi_myu Ba. Rikuto @gravi_rikuto Dr. Syacho @gravi_syacho

[jadeazora]

A new Pokemon TCG collaboration between Japanese YTer Hajime Syacho and Graniph has been announced, with merch currently available on their site.

Japanese buyers who buy one of the products from this line will get a Mischievous Pichu card.

[tosshi-san]

ふふふ、この路地を抜けたら、 ユニゾンテイラーがあります。 本日は、 GUATEMALA IL INJERTO I です。 ここの珈琲は本当に美味しいです。 #UNISONTAILOR #COFFEE #CAFE #BEER #BREWDOG #NIHONBASHI #NINGYOCHO #GUATEMALA #INJERTO #SYACHO #KIM #TANOKEN #YAE #EMI #MUGI #DAMONO #PANA (Unison Tailor Ningyocho)

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Syacho

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February 22nd

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HAJIME SYACHO NO HATAKE x Lawson: Small Clearfile

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[tamapalace]

Tamagotchi Fanatic Erina Hasegawa Shows Off Impressive 6 Million Yen Collection on Gendai Business

Think you’re a Tamagotchi fanatic? Erina Hasegawa has a Tamagotchi collection that she’s invested ¥6,000,000, which is roughly $50,000 USD into. The article is featured in Gendai Business, which translates to “Today’s Business” published by Kodansha, one of the leading publishing companies in Japan. This is a weekly magazine website, and not a serious magazine.

Erina’s impressive collection scored her an article with a collection that probably has you drooling. Over 1,400 Tamagotchis that she has been collecting for many years. It also started with her first purchase back in 1997, the purple (which was the only one left at the store) Tamagotchi P1 that she actually purchased in the San Francisco, the United States which is where she was living at the time! Erina’s dad traveled between Japan and San Francisco during that time, and he was able to actually exchange the American model for a Japanese model with the blue clock design.

Erina’s father is a collector or stamps, and told her that if she were to build a Tamagotchi collection, she cannot do it halfway! This fueled the passion for her Tamagotchi collection, and it must be in the blood! The collection didn’t start off large until the release of the Tamagotchi Plus back in 2004 in Japan. The nostalgia from seeing the new model sparked it, and little by little she would purchase each version that was released, and even the same version in multiple shells.

Her more rare Tamagotchi? A Tamagotchi P2 L⇔R edition, which is a Tamagotchi that was exclusive to a lottery that you had to win for attendees of a concert back in 1997 in Japan. She didn’t get this Tamagotchi at the concert, rather she found it online for ¥600, as soon as she saw it available secondhand. Erina mentions that it is not the price that makes it exclusive.

The most expensive Tamagotchi in Erina’s collection? A Detective Conan Tamagotchi iD that she purchased for ¥100,000 (roughly $825 USD). This model is based on the Japanese manga Detective Conan. She only got this model a few years ago, and only a few were made, and won by a lottery. In addition, Erina received a gift from YouTuber Hajime Syacho back in 2015 for being a loyal subscriber which is Tamagotchi 4U. This model goes for ¥60,000 and she’s only seen two sold in addition to the one she received. It looks like a rather unique color for the Tamagotchi 4U.

Erina is shifting her focus from collecting just Tamagotchi’s to Tamagotchi merchandise! This includes pencils, bento boxes, and even toothbrushes. These items are able to be found online for cheaper prices and may become more valuable in the future!

Tamagotchi has allowed Erina to connect and meet so many people, and she is very grateful for that. Erina’s dream is to actually to build a Tamagotchi museum, and by the looks of it she’s not too far off. We must say that is one museum that we would love to visit! Be sure to check out the full article here. Awesome collection, Erina!

[sandsorghum]

Hello there! Brunch or Supper with corporate!Nanami (2 x chili, open genre), please! I really hope I'm not too late but all goods otherwise. 💖

I go by she/her pronouns btw in case you need that detail. :) Thank you!

Thank you so much for participating in this event! CorporateNanami is such a classic and always an absolute treat to dive into his psyche/back story - so I'm really grateful to have the opportunity to explore that!

The story I'm working on for this isn't complete yet (I'm not sure if it even has a proper title right now :p) but please have this sneak peek by way of an Xmas gift!

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Nanami Kento doesn’t hate his job. 

Cogs have no concept of resentment. Cogs rarely have a concept of themselves.

Or of the gears they’re caught in, churning and turning. Teeth fitting into teeth, the mundane devouring of a mechanical maw.

Nanami cranes his neck back and something clicks in his jaw. He winces, an aperture shuttering into astigmatism. Everything is amber-tinted, refracting through crystal tumblers. Through the boozy bokeh, a smoky purr coils around his ears. 

“I was promised a good time y’know.” 

A sigh escapes a mulberry-smudged mouth. A plum, just overripe. Or bruised early. Nanami finds his thoughts inclined towards smears of jam. He swerves sharply away from the idea of acquiring a sample.

“So much for that.” 

The lips don’t plump into the pout he expects. Instead they split into a wild grin, all savage triumph relishing the spoils of battle; Blazers discarded, the abandoned armour of woven reeds gone rotten. Ties and lanyards loosened around wilted collars, with fingers still curled in a death grip around the beer glasses, condensation bleeding into the cuffs around rigor mortis wrists.

Her eyes glitter, surveying the slump of bodies and lolling tongues, shirttails soaking up beer and bravado. She’d seen through them right from the start. The cajoling under the pretext of camaraderie - “It’s good for team spirit, syacho!” someone from sales had simpered while another wheedled, “It’s not like you have a husband to run home to. Enjoy it while you can!” - the goading as rows of shots were shoved into her unresisting hands, then the amused hooting as she slammed them down first, five whole seconds faster than her rivals.  

Their raucous jibes had been eclipsed by her hiccups and giggles, jeering blurring into a cacophony of challenges. 

Who’s next! Who’s next! They chant.

But there was only ever one target. Every man knew. 

Amidst the chorus of compliments for her, an echo of condescension. “Quit bragging, the little lady holds her liquor better than you!”

It’s a feint, this turning on each other, these taunts of masculinity called into question. The truth is primordial, transfigures the pack into a pact. Night wears on, tension coalescing around their truce, straddled somewhere between cooperation and competition.

They each have their own stratagems; a friendly arm slung over her shoulder, a gravitationally-compromised palm claiming the small of her back, essential territory but guarded too soon. Nanami has watched her slip through their fingers all evening, while they were wrapped around one of hers. 

Escape in ecdysis, shedding the coats his co-workers had wrapped over her with a serpentine smile. There’s a certain chimeran charisma to her that the others weren’t wary enough of; a single well-manicured talon pressed to the crease of an arm, lashes fluttering like a falcon taking flight on her breathy laugh, chiding, “There’s no way I’m cold with all this alcohol you guys are plying me with!” 

It would be a longer evening than most, than any of them anticipated, even with their tired routines. Recently hired department heads are the worst. Accustomed to boot polish smiles that keep the axles greased, quaffing just enough to keep the ants underfoot grinding in their mills. But Nanami knows how these things go down with everyone else, these induction rituals of company culture with the fresh-faced graduates, the unassuming secretaries, the summer interns just turned 18.

The revelry is practically rehearsed, the intentions always the same, to strip them of inhibitions. And more, if they’re “lucky”. It’s not like he’s merely witnessed the plays. He’s complicit, even as a calefare. 

Nanami’s old enough to have inklings of when a night will drag on. And just aware enough of how he’s aged to ignore those instincts.

So here he is, observing his new team lead chase down pint after pint, over the rim of whiskeys he’d been nursing, on the sidelines of a sprint no one else realizes will become a torturous marathon.

There’s a residual disgust, clinging like tar to his guts, but mostly Nanami’s desensitized to the way his colleagues openly ogle the gallons disappearing as she tilts her head back, exposing the unmarked column of her neck. Practically salivating, watching her throat grow taut with each effortless swallow, the froth flecking her lips white. 

They had tried everything - tequila, sake, shochu even. All to no avail, her eyes remaining bright and only the slightest slur to the edge of her voice, trilling encouragement as they competed for her favour.

It had been a little amusing, he’ll admit, watching these jackasses’ pantomimed admiration morph into sheer terror at her stamina. 

And now, Nanami’s pinstripes are draped across her shoulders. He doesn’t remember passing his jacket to her at any point, he’d just shrugged it off when it got too warm, the atmosphere too thick with desire curdling into despair. 

On her, it looks less like the final banner unfurled on the battlefield, and more like military regalia. It suits her, he thinks. His lapels fringing the ruffled sleeves of her cream blouse like epaulets, lightly mussed locks tumbling over her neckline. 

He almost misses her murmur, watching her deft hands combing through the dark cascade. 

“So mr last mans tanding, what’ll your prize be?”

He wonders how many times she’s won. He wonders how many times she’s survived. 

“I wouldn’t say no to an extra day of paid leave.”

Amusement reverberates through her, the rich and low hum an antithesis to the airiness of her giggles before. It's an equal affectation, he suspects.

“Request denied, too much administrative fuss.”

Her digits skim the pinstripes tapering up his thighs, cuticles calculative, inching across the lines

“But I have a counter-offer you could still enjoy.”

Tendrils of heat spool in his belly, his focus fraying, the seam of his pants tighter than it was seconds ago.

“Well, a pay raise doesn’t sound bad either.”

“I’m afraid that also isn’t on the table.”

The corner of her mouth twists wry as her fingers creep further toward a breach of subordinate-supervisor decorum. 

“I’m not drunk enough for these antics.”

He grips her wrist, fingers splayed broad and thick against her pulse. She takes a short breath. Nanami pins her with a sharper gaze. It lasts a beat too long. Her mouth draws into a thin line.

And then he follows up, “You aren’t either.” 

Bright, hard points of light flash off her canines; he’s a deer, dazzled and caught in a high beam, blinded by her bared teeth before he feels them cutting into his lower lip, devouring his startled grunt, senses overwhelmed by the contrasting prick of her nails embedded into his chest and the tender grasp of the fine hairs at his nape standing on end. His spine stiffens, gooseflesh rippling over his skin, racing to fight the flush spreading beneath his starched white collar. 

She pulls back, he lurches forward, and in this loss of momentum he sees the parabola of her smirk arc wide. He wears her victory in vermilion stains.

She presses the pad of her thumb over his mouth, plum pigment feathering over his cupid’s bow to notch in the whorls of her fingerprint. Then, she drags it over his Adam’s apple, as it bobs, hard.

“I should clean up this mess,” she tuts. 

Nanami doesn’t have another protest as she pulls him off the bar stool and into a bathroom stall.

A big thank you to everyone in general who supports my terribly inconsistent writing by reading, reblogging or going off in the tags haha. Happy Yuletide! I promise I'll try to update this blog more regularly next year~

As always your comments and feedback mean a lot <3