#the tick tas

[murdercide626]

[saturn-s-moon]

Finally got around to do some traditional stylized studies 🫡 this vkei hyper is making me do things I never thought I would (draw realism)

[6side9side]

HBD U-TA 🎂🎉🎉

[purple-denoje]

Happy birthday, U-TA! I wish you lots of virtual hugs and serious bears <3

[spaciebabie]

im worse b/c of my friends/mutuals. they entertain my springtrap fantasies and egg me on. they made me worse. oh my god. even the ones who dont simp for him are putting all of their thirst inta me and supercharging me with it. guys. guys.

[kurumeki]

[walksdowonders]

[madamcrimson]

The three Higuchi brothers

Thanks to Buck-Tick Zone and her Buck-Tick listening parties I got to know some facts about Yagami Toll's life that I'd like to share.

Yagami Toll is the drummer for the japanese band Buck-Tick along with his younger brother U-ta Higuchi on bass.

He also had an older brother who passed away at a young age. This brother had a great influence on him. In 2004, Yagami released an album "1977/Blue Sky" in his memory, as 1977 is the year his brother died.

Toll grew up in Takasaki City, prefecture of Gunma.

His father was a real lady's man who got married multiple times. In fact, he married Toll & U-ta's mom twice. Toll was born from the first marriage, U-ta from the second.

Toll describes in his book that he thought he was an only child. Then one day his father said he has an older brother who's been living apart and soon after U-ta was born. It happened very quickly and he was very happy to have siblings. His father has even more children.

Below, they are at the entrance to their house (the older brother sitting down). This is what a traditional japanese house looks like.

Now, what truly surprised me is the origin of the stage name "Yagami Toll". His older brother's name was 亨 (touru, stylized as Toll). And he liked to play drums.

Here are the two Tolls again:

The older brother died shortly after a motorcycle accident. He had an undiagnosed brain injury. He didn’t appear injured so he was sent home and was in pain for 2 years before dying in his sleep.

After the older brother died, their father wanted to put away the drums and all the music. But Yagami refused that and took up the drums himself and kept all the music.

Earlier, Toll was yelled at by his older brother for putting fingerprints on vinyl. That appears in the lyrics of one of the songs on 1977/Blue Sky.

Toll became very active in playing the drums and eventually it lead him to be in a band called Spots, which ended up changing their name to S.P.

As we all know, Sakurai Atsushi had played drums before he became a singer. Atsushi's father hated the drums so he ended up practicing at U-ta and Toll's house and Toll gave him some lessons...

Credit goes to B-T zone and Toll's book ヤガミ・トール自伝. There were 2 versions of his autobiography sold. Left side is the cover sold at Tower Records. Right side is the cover sold only at live shows.

[13th-floor-in-moonstone]

What's your song that you would drown in and why?

The song that you put your earbuds in or put your headphones on and your turn the volume up even though you know you shouldn't. The song you would never get tired of no matter how much you listen to it. The song that just soothes you and you can feel your whole body relax and the tension melt away the second it starts. The song that you want to put on and never stop listening to so you can feel it forever and drown in the notes.

Suprising no one, mine is Buck-Tick's Romance. Something about that song comforts me like nothing else. I'll never get tired of it, it's been 17(?) years and I haven't stopped listening to it daily.

[buck-tick-stash]

Buck-Tick Product Review: U-Ta’s Crescent Moon Pendant

Silver alloy pendant and chain (chain not pictured) with styled lettering of “BT” and a dangling stone of your choice of cubic zirconia, garnet, or blue topaz (pictured).

The pendant itself is thin, but sturdy. The dangling stone is secured by a band, perhaps to evoke planetary rings, though I would strongly have prefered a more traditional setting of prongs so as not to obscure the gem. The band is also unfinished in the back, giving it a cheap appearance.

The hook and loop of the chain’s clasp were too large to pass through the loop of the pendant. The chain itself is a thin and flimsy bead chain with a finicky slip connector. It was asking to snap loose. I ended up breaking it to free the pendant so that I could string it to a more appropriate chain, though I did need to add a bigger loop to the pendant for it to fit.

The silver alloy makes it easy to clean with dish soap and water, and, outside of the chain, I expect the pendant to last a good while.

¥17,213, always available in the Buck-Tick Official Web Shop

★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

[awakenedsoulproductions]

A melody for each day of the month #ticktock #time #clock #fypシ #fyp #melody #piano #composer #december

[masqueradeoftheguilty]

UGHHHHHH can youtube not put side order leaks on my homepage THANKS

[saturn-s-moon]

Happy 57th bday to Buck-Tick's bassist & resident cutie U-ta!!

[13th-floor-in-moonstone]

I've still never seen any videos from this concert TT I want~~~

buck tick live report of 1990 a midsummer night's dream live from unknown magazine x

[credit if you repost these is appreciated, each scan is resized for tumblr higher quality images can be found in the link]

[deadsetobsessions]

Alley Drunk!Danny AU- Part 3

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.4]

“Have you considered anger management classes?”

The Batman turned sharply, cape flaring out as he raised his weary fists in preparation for another fight. Only to pause, as he caught sight of a bedraggled man leaning against the pockmarked, water worn, Gotham variety stone of the abandoned post office. Non-hostile. Scent of booze, not strong enough to be fresh, but prominent enough for him to clock the stranger as a habitual drinker. Young. Sympathy softened Batman’s stance. Still, Batman kept his guard up. Good thing Robin was benched, he was off his game today if he hadn’t noticed the young man.

“Nevermind. You run around as a bat. Clearly anger management classes aren’t on your to do list.”

“What do you want.”

He’s young. Not as young as Robin, but… enough that it made Batman gentle his approach. The young man pushed away from his spot, fearlessly slouching towards him. Casual. Unafraid. How curious. Even Gothamites were wary around him, correctly assuming and witnessing his takedowns of Gotham’s Underbelly.

“You do this a lot, don’t you?” The bedraggled young man asked, head tilted neutrally at the bodies strewn around the Batman.

“Hm.”

“Why do you never swing by Crime Alley?”

Batman’s guard faltered at the blunt question, but he regained it quickly.

“I do.”

“You don’t.” The man disagreed amiably. He reached down towards the victims but Batman grabbed his arm in an iron hold before he could rifle through their belongings. The young man laughed and pulled back agreeably. “Is it classism, why you avoid us? The poor isn’t good enough to deserve protection from Gotham’s knight?”

“No. I do this for Gotham. All of Gotham.”

“…Well, there’s always room for improvement, I guess?”

The stranger pulled back and broke Batman’s hold, which had the vigilante sharply focusing onto the man. The stranger was strong, despite how skinny and starved he looked. Few people could casually break his hold and tonight, he added one more to the tally.

“You should tell your sponsor to look into creating job opportunities in Crime Alley. The problem isn’t actually the crooks,” the man told the vigilante, gesturing around them. “That’s just the symptoms. The actual problem is the poverty.”

“I know.”

“And yet, you still avoid Crime Alley.”

“Who are you.”

The man began walking away, throwing a dry “The Crime Alley Drunk, apparently,” behind his shoulder. When Batman took to the roofs to track him, the man had thoroughly slipped away.

“Agent A, did you catch that?”

“Yes, Batman. It appears you’ve gotten the wool pulled over your cowl by a rather mysterious youngster.”

Batman heard a younger snort of laughter. Robin. Who was supposed to be doing homework.

“Please stop making fun of me.” Batman sighed half heartedly.

“Not on your life, B.” Robin chirped.

——

“Ya talked ta Batman?!” Jason crowed at him, excited. Danny had done as promised and met him at the chili dog stand at the correct time, which increased his credibility in Jason’s eyes.

“Sure did. He knocked out like, five guys by himself. It was pretty cool.”

“Fuckin’ woah.”

“Right?” Danny smiled tiredly at the kid. He stayed up all night to pull his shit together, and outright bought an apartment for them to stay in. That safe had a lot of cash, after all. “Come on, kid. We’re heading back to base but before that, we gotta pick up a few things.”

“Like what?” Jason asked suspiciously.

“Like curtains in the color you like, groceries, and blankets and bedding, and general cleaning stuff.” Danny ticked off a finger per item.

“We killin’ someone?”

“What? No!”

“Ya said general cleaning stuff!” Jason defended himself. The raggedy kid peered at Danny cautiously, and brightened when Danny only snorted in amusement.

“Oh my ancients, you Gothamites. No, those are for like, actual cleaning. You know, for the apartment I just got you.”

Danny missed the burn of booze, but when Jason looked at him like the child he’s supposed to be had Gotham’s streets never laid its claim on him, Danny didn’t want to fail the kid.

Even if the kid thought he was buying chemicals to clean up a body. He’s the son of two mad scientists, he knows how to get rid of a body, obviously. As if he’d need chemicals to begin with, honestly. His ghost powers are quite versatile.

“An apartment?”

“Yep. It’s shitty, but it’s got all the utilities and I kind of miss having warm water to shower with.”

Jason straightened and trotted alongside the Alley Drunk with a little more purpose. People avoided them. Danny lead the kid to the apartment, handing him a key and letting him explore the sparsely decorated place.

“So, first thing’s first. You go shower. Then, we’ll go shopping for clothes, register you for school, get your school supplies, and grab some lunch. Not necessarily in that order, but ya know. And cleaning supplies.” Danny grinned.

Jason whipped his head around from where he was closely inspecting the windows for insulation- like Danny would let the actual kid live somewhere with drafty windows- and spluttered. Hope, fear, uncertainty battled across Jason’s face as he tried to say something. Danny watched Jason open and close his mouth several times before he finally managed to whisper something.

“I- I c’n go to school?”

“Yes. You are, in fact, legally required to do so, Jason.”

A pause as the kid grapples with the idea, of something he didn’t think he’d ever get to do. A grin bloomed over his face as he realized Danny’s sincerity.

“Then what are we waitin’ for?!”

“For you to shower. C’mon grubby, the shower’s that way. Towels are in the cabinet, and there’s some extra clothes in here,” Danny tossed Jason the plastic bag of clean kid’s clothes he bought from Gotham’s version of Walmart, a store that somehow had the energy of a Tesco and a Denny’s parking lot.

“Fuc- I mean- yeah! On it!”

——

Clearing out the drafts- feel free to continue ^^

[walksdowonders]