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[medtac12]

Explaining Kinesiology Tape and Its Benefits

You may not have used a kinesiology tape before, but you've most likely seen kinesiology tapes on runners or athletes. These are the brightly colored strips commonly taped on their shoulders, calves, elbows, and knees. 

However, you need not be an athlete to benefit from kinesiology therapeutic tapes. Whether you’re a young adult experiencing muscle pain from long hours of sitting at work, or an older person suffering from joint disease, you may experience the relief these therapeutic tapes bring.

There are varieties of kinesiology tape in Australia today, but the first one came from Japan in the 1970s. And as research continues to back up its effectiveness, so does the number of people who use it worldwide — from highly profiled athletes to ordinary citizens with back and shoulder pain. 

What is Kinesiology Tape

Dr. Kenzo Kase, a Japanese chiropractor, developed KT tape in 1973 to reduce pain and discomfort while also assisting muscle recovery.  

KT tapes are made of cotton and elastic fibers stretching over twice their original length. This thin, flexible tape wraps around an injured body part. It does not restrict movements or fluid circulation. Some latest designs mimic the skin's elasticity and texture with the effect of a therapist's hand. You can apply it in hundreds of ways around afflicted muscles or tendons. 

The tape's water-and-sweat-proof adhesive lets it stay in place for three or four days. It stays in place even while you shower or work out. 

How It Works

So how does kinesiology tape relieve pain? 

Kinesiology taping believes in naturally healing muscles, not through surgery or medications. It assists in your body’s natural healing process by allowing circulation around your injured muscle or tendon. 

Studies believe KT tapes lift skin from bands of connective tissues. Accumulated lymphatic fluids cause swelling and pain, mostly in injured athletes. The tape provides relief as it slightly raises the skin and allows the movement of collected lymphatic tissues. Such causes decreased inflammation.

Upon KT taping, some also reported increased oxygen flow on muscles. The tape ensures muscles don’t overstretch or extend. KT tape also creates space in joints, minimizing joint irritation. 

Benefits of Kinesiology Tape

“Does kinesiology tape actually work?” Well, there has been evidence that KT tapes help with muscle and tendon rehabilitation and prevent subsequent injuries. 

Some more benefits of KT tapes are as follows:

Pain Management

KT tape’s gentle pressure help alleviate pain and eases discomfort. It also functions as a heat therapy tape. Some studies suggest that as the tape lifts the skin, the sensory nervous system delivers an alternative message to your brain, altering the pain pathway and lowering tension. 

Reduced Inflammation and Improved Fluid Circulation

As the pressure between the skin and the underlying tissues decreases, swelling goes down. Pressure is relieved from the injured body part. Inflammation begins to subside or die down as the fluids flow normally again. The change in pressure allows healthy blood and lymphatic fluid to circulate again, which on the surface, helps reduce swelling.

Support and Stability

KT tapes offer support to your weak zones. It’s most useful on fatigued or overused muscles that require both support and movement for restoration — such as kinesiology tape for knee. Kinesiology treatment also assists if you have Achilles tendonitis, IT band friction syndrome, or patellofemoral stress syndrome.

Enhanced Performance

These tapes help prevent further injury and thus improve performance. It supports unstable joints but not so much as to prompt dependence. It reawakens sleeping muscles like when you use kinesiology tape for your shoulder. The slight pressure drives them to function efficiently. Aside from this, the tape also promotes improved posture, which aids athletes in avoiding over-contracting, over-extending, or cramping their muscles.

How Kinesiology Tape Differs from Athletic Tape

Athletic tapes wrap tight around the injured areas, preventing the muscle or tendon from moving. This results in restricted motion and decreased circulation of blood and other fluids.  

KT tapes, on the other hand, don’t restrict movements but rather encourages them. It’s much more breathable and moves as you move.

When Should You Try Kinesiology Tape?

It’s best to consult your physical therapist before buying one for your sore muscles. They will help you with the proper application that specifically supports your problem.

It’s also important to remember the situations where KT tapes don’t apply. These include open wounds, active cancer growths, if you have fragile and sensitive skin, to aid diabetes, and more.

In Conclusion

The use of KT tapes is no longer limited to the athletic population. After all, they aren’t the only ones who experience muscle pain, swelling, or soreness. However, it’s important to note that KT tapes aren’t permanent solutions. 

Keep in mind that KT tapes work best when combined with therapy and guided by physical therapists.  

[roseglazedlens]

Okay let's forget about all the agents Kennedy, alcohol and trauma in RC, Ada...ect,and turn to Leon s Kennedy as Your husband's policeman 36years is receiving a promotion to Chief Police Officer cuz I can't see my bbguy suffer more :(,you can add some nsfw if you want to

thank you for requesting lovely! i'm sorry i write so much angst hahhaha, but here is a change of pace! i've never written anything purely fluff (lol) and so many characters, so this is a challenge! i hope you enjoy!

⦑ take me home ⦒✶.*

pairing(s): leon kennedy x gn! reader synopsis: you throw a surprise party for your boyfriend's last day at work after his job promotion. content: pure fluff, established relationship, flirting, alcohol, leon is tipsy, but he's cute & not depressed ab it. claire, rebecca, jill & chris works in RPD. « 1 k words┇masterlist┇ao3┇reblogs appreciated! »

Today is an unusual sight for the usually hectic police department in Raccoon City. The office is adorned with balloons, garlands, and laughter, celebrating not just the promotion of a well-loved officer, Leon S. Kennedy, but also his farewell as he relocates to a new precinct.

You should be happy for your boyfriend – and you are – but part of you will miss watching over his figure from your desk, casting flirtatious grins back and forth in attempts to distract each other from the rigorous paperwork.

A banner suspends between the light fixtures, observing the lopsided words ‘CONGRATULATIONS’, strings twisted into the knot. The culprit of this handiwork, Chris, puffs out his chest proudly, while Rebecca looks at him in disbelief.

“Chris, leave the decorations to Rebecca, please.” You break apart the squabble forming between them. Rebecca smirks as Chris descends the ladder, defeated. “Don’t forget everyone, this is supposed to be a surprise.”

“Claire, where is the card?” You interrogate the next person in your line of sight, who happens to be Claire. All whilst you signal Rebecca to tilt the banner slightly upwards. “Has everyone signed?”

“Yep. It’s just you left.” She hands over the card, before resuming to the case files on her computer.

The card scrawls with heartfelt blessings from your team, a lot of ‘good lucks’, ‘we’ll miss you’, and nostalgia when he was just a rookie. He worked hard for ten years to be a sergeant, and you know he deserves this.

You pick up your pen – contemplating the words to express how amazing he is, how you will love him forever, how you will miss the sneaky make-out sessions in the work janitor’s closet.

…Marvin will be so proud of you. Yours, ....

The vibration in your pocket cuts you off mid-sentence – Jill. She is supposed to be on the case with Leon for another thirty minutes. You read the text out loud.

“I can't hold him back much longer, we're on our way. ETA in five minutes!!”

The floor scrambles in panic to finalise their positions. Rebecca quickly secures the banner with some tape. Claire is passing party poppers. Chris is putting away the ladder to the storeroom.

As Jill enters the space with Leon following behind, all the confetti releases at once.

The rainbow plastic ribbons catching in his hair like stardust in sand. You catch a glimpse of surprise in his reaction, following with a light on the corner of his lips.

“To Leon!” your team lifts their glasses high in the air, sipping beers and cocktails all night. Leon is the star tonight – you can barely talk to him without two other people buying him drinks all night along.

You catch him a whole two hours later in the circle booth, after some of the crowd has dispersed, his cheeks redden from the many drinks consumed all in a few hours. You squeeze yourself through three different people to sit yourself next to Leon.

“Having fun?” You try to get his attention by nudging at his forearm. “Don’t get too drunk though, I have to take you home.”

Leon lifts his gaze, when he sees you right by him, a grin tug at his face almost immediately. His cerulean eyes somehow more glazy than usual.

“Thank you for doing all of this. You are so good for me.” Despite the scent of beer merging with his breath, the grin on his face remains childlike. One that you only see in his drunkenness, which he lets down his guard to show more of his emotional side.

“Everyone helped. Not just me.” You are thinking how cute Leon looks when he’s drunk. “You are well-loved in here. I’m just the facilitator.”

“How about you work for me?” Leon brings the back of your palm to his lips. “I can pull some strings, now that I’m sergeant.”

“Sergeant Kennedy, using your influence for personal goals? It’s not even your first day.” You quip with a slight chuckle.

“And what if I am?” He peppers kisses from your palm to your fingers, the faint heat from his lips sizzle through your nerves. “Sure you’ll enjoy less time on the field, and more time in my office.”

“Well, if that’s the case.” You decide to let this banter go on a little further. “I expect to be well-compensated for my extra duties.”

“That will depend on your performance.” He raises a sassy eyebrow, pulling you closer until your noses touch.

“Good thing I always hit my KPI’s.”

“I do like a hardworking employee…”

Eyes fluttering shut slowly, you smile into the kiss. His lips lay gently on yours, sucking slightly at your cupid’s bow. Your bodies move closer, so close that you rests your hand on Leon’s thigh for support. The kiss deepens further, sloppier, tongues intertwined until…

“Ahem.” Chris clears his throat loudly, snapping you back to the present.

You open your eyes to find the whole table staring at the two of you. Your gaze finds its way to Jill, which she immediately, most awkwardly, rolls her eyes to the ceiling as if there is something to see there. Claire is nonchalant, sipping her beer and simply enjoying the scene.

You retract the tongue that is still shoved in Leon’s mouth. A hint of pink is running up your cheeks, you don’t need to see it to feel it. Leon, however, is unphased by the attention from his coworkers. Perhaps it’s the alcohol, perhaps it’s knowing that he won’t be seeing these guys next Monday.

“So… next rounds on me. Who’s in?” Chris attempts to diffuse the awkwardness, which earns a few curt nods from the table.

Leon holds you by the hand, picking you up from the seat. “Sorry Chris, we’re gonna call it. It’s been a long night. Thanks for the party, everyone.”

You two shuffle past Chris and Jill out of the booth, after a round of hugs with everyone, you can practically feel Leon sprinting out the bar.

“How ‘bout we continue where we left off at my place?”

Your cheeks turn a deeper red. It seems like he will be the one to take you home tonight instead.

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. ––yours truly, rose. tags: @carlosgf @sporeghost (pm me for tags) © roseglazedlens - please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

[babyleostuff]

[ 💿 ] . . . TAPE 6

모두 함께 노래 부르자 / 힘찬 노랫소리 슬픔 가려지도록 / 괜찮을 거야 시계의 바늘처럼 / 다시 돌고 돌아 제자리로 오겠지

☁️ "circles" by seventeen

being loved by jeon wonwoo means having someone who will look at you as if you hung stars in the sky. he is rather shy and introverted, he doesn’t like grand and loud gestures when he wants to convey his love, he doesn’t see the appeal in buying expensive gifts for every date. that being said - they way he looks at you is something no words could ever describe. not only do his eyes hold the unconditional and utter love he has for you, but you can see how fucking proud he is of you, how you keep on fighting, even on your bad days. appreciation for how smart and beautiful you are. gratitude for appearing in his life. his eyes hold a palette of emotions, and you’d have to be blind not to notice how much you mean to wonwoo. the whole room could be filled with thousands of people, and he'd still be looking at you, as if his only thoughts were where are they where are they where are they.

being loved by jeon wonwoo means inner peace. maybe it's just his aura, maybe it's the fact that he is a (rather) calm person, but when you are around him you just feel peace. the paralysing pounding of your heart, the nagging thoughts that more often than not make you want to cry, the helplessness that you sometimes feel when coming home - all of that does not exist when wonwoo is next to you. maybe it's because you know that he will always be next to you when you fall to help you get up and keep going, maybe it's because you simply feel safe with him. but with him you just feel at peace. beautiful, blissful peace.

being loved by jeon wonwoo means that from now on you have a fan nr. 1. honestly, it’s kind of alarming how obsessed he is with you - others could try to argue that they know you better than he does, but no one can beat wonwoo, nah. oh, so you think you know them better than me? okay, cool, sure - and then he proceeds to take out a notebook with at least a hundred pages written down, explaining why you are the most talented, smart, brilliant and beautiful person in the world like it’s the most normal thing ever. moreover, no matter what your interests are, wonwoo always wants to be a part of them. he truly loves indulging in your hobbies, for him the greatest gift the universe could give him is watching you do something you love - how you radiate with happiness - that’s something wonwoo could watch for ages. he's the biggest loser when it comes to you, there's nothing he wouldn't do for you - he'd happily twirl if you asked him to.

being loved by jeon wonwoo feels like the smell of a new book, like the air after rain, like a hug when you’re too tired to say anything, like a single tear falling down your cheek, like a soft smile and gentle eyes, like a quiet promise of forever.

“we loved with a love that was more than love.” - edgar allan poe, annabel lee

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[kremlin]

after many years my old company has finally allowed people back into the office, haha, not to go to work, no no, solely to collect their belongings from their desks. i picked up my stuff and remembered what a psycho i was about my office back then, let me show you..

i set up an old VT-420 on a side of my desk to read my email on (to flex my computer dick) which is unfortunately a bit too yellowed now for me to post exposed but hilariously enough i did take the chance to fix the faulty RS-232 chip in it and i no longer get a bunch of keystrokes interpreted as ŸŸŸŸs randomly. the fix was great too, instead of having to throw the whole thing out like you'd need to today, i literally just had to pull the PTH chip out of its socket, didn't even need to desolder. nor throw the old one out. i blasted it with a blowtorch for about half a second and it's fine now.

(it is amber by the way, which is the best color)

the keyboard is another story, i think a lot of like, entry-level vintage computing people get this concept that every old keyboard is some treasure, and boy let me tell you, some of them make you want throw up, like the vt420's:

you'll have to take my word that the typing experience is pure ass, but if you look at this fucker for more than two seconds your blood pressure will start to raise. and i'm not just talking about the euro return key. where is the super key? and what is going on left of 'a'? did they decide to solve the age-old "caps lock vs ctrl" debate by putting both of them there (??) what the fuck is going on north of the arrow keys?!?! and even further north, 'help' is funny enough on its own, the fact its next to DO, a truly existentially puzzling key, makes it that much better. why is DO so wide?? why are there so many F keys? and apparantly 20 F keys wasn't enough, they had to go on and invent "PF" keys above the numpad. and it doesn't stop there..

the pre-USB world was pretty nuts, but most keyboards still had sane connectors like DE-9's, PS/2, DINs, etc, but not this one

it uses, a, uh, looks like an ethernet cable. weird. but look closer. six pins. AND, big honking square to key it specifically and make it incompatible with the very-similar already-existing 6P6C specification (why?) anyways, that's enough of this crap, moving on

this is the keyboard for my lisp machine, the famous "space cadet keyboard", i get so many fucking emails about this keyboard, christ almighty. people trying to buy it from me, it's a shame, the machines don't boot without them so seperating them to satisfy reddit guy wish fulfillment breaks my heart. it's a lot better. it's from an era where a good computer would set you back half a million and the hardware reflects it. honeywell made it, it's "solid state" insofar as that makes sense for a keyboard, uses the hall effect. there weren't any rats at my office but just in case i seem to have taped something to the underside:

lol. now for accouterments to cover those hideous eggshell white walls:

in order, openbsd, you know it baby, middle is a weird polish promo for the holy mountain, the last thing was a joke whose meaning has been lost to time. chicken and turkey!

i seemed to have been working on some very bizarre electronics projects, personal, during my workday:

god, what the fuck was this?

oh, duh, it's bort's hat. (??)

some reading materials. K&R C is a first edition, somewhat rare. the 9front manuals:

classic, natch. and a huge gear that's clapped

that's it. that's my office apparently.

[songmingisthighs]

Oddeleny

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ch. li - monopoly

ghost!yeosang × reader

genre : ghost!au

rating, warning : mature; crude jokes and filthy language

wc : 1.5 k

buy me coffee ?

a connection once had, broken with the expectation that the ending is final. but life has an odd proclivity of making attachments from detachments. in the end, we don't know what we lost until we look at what we have

Perhaps it was a bad idea to bring Mingi into a dark alley even though you and Jongho were also there with him. You began chastising yourself internally for not bringing Yunho instead because surely, despite not knowing anything about Yeosang or his belongings, Yunho wouldn't make as much noise or distraction.

From the get-go, Mingi had hurled defences to his manliness, explaining how it was not the dark that he was afraid of, it was just the prospect of someone targeting Yeosang and now that they're back at the scene of the "crime", the "criminal" might be lurking about, ready to get rid of them. The residual police tape didn't help his case though as the moment the flimsy material brushed up against his leg, he freaked out and ran out of the alley.

"You guys, come on, we didn't find anything!" Mingi whisper-yelled from the entrance of the alley. You rolled your eyes at Mingi, ignoring him as you continued shining your phone's light on the ground, whereas Jongho sighed and called out to Mingi without faltering in the same task he was doing, "Hyung, if you're that much of a coward, you can just... I don't know, go into the convenience store or something?" "But how would you guys know if you found anything? You don't know what you're even looking for!" Mingi huffed but his voice got louder which indicated that he had returned into the alley. "Well, we'll just have to find something first, Mingi. From the looks of it, I'm not confident that the police hadn't bagged anything miscellaneous for evidence or worst case scenario, they just throw his crap as trash," you sighed, feeling a sense of negativity the more you talked about the possibilty.

The three of you stopped at one spot, a spot that had a faded mark and a spot that made you swallow the lump that was building in your throat. "Is that..." Jongho started, eyeing you and Mingi carefully, knowing that it was a rather touchy question. Thankfully, Mingi nodded and answered him before you had to, "Yeah, that's where they found Yeosang unconscious. The last place he was alive and well," Mingi sighed. Hearing that, you turned around and held your head high and not just because Mingi was a behemoth of a man, but because you were psyching your brain into being positive, "I don't know what you're talking about because Kang Yeosang is well, conscious, and alive, and he's in his computer like a little virus we can't get rid off so he's perfectly fine until we get him back to his body," your voice quivered slightly but your confidence was well noticed by your two friends.

Nodding firmly, Mingi exhaled sharply at you, "You're right, Yeosang is perfectly fine and all we have to do is find out the missing information, clear your name, and slap his face so he'll return to his body!"

"Well, as much as I'd like to be pumped about the prospect of slapping a comatose man, I don't think there's anything in this alley other than roaches and rats," Jongho shuddered, "Maybe we can ask around? I saw a lady selling tteokbokki nearby so she probably saw something." His suggestion made a lot of sense to you and Mingi so it was a no-brainer that you agreed immediately. "But hey, can we go to the convenience store first? I gotta pee," Mingi grinned. Seeing the chance to poke fun at his older friend, Jongho placed an arm on Mingi's shoulder and pat him twice, "I'm surprised you haven't soiled your pants just yet, hyung," he said equally as casuall which made you cackle as the two of you walked out of the alley, Mingi trailing behind the two of you as he retaliated by throwing his own insults at Jongho. It was unfortunate that Jongho didn't seem to care.

While Mingi went to relieve himself, you and Jongho decided to pick up some drinks and snacks for later when you go home considering you still had to go through discussion and brainstorming with the boys. On top of that, it's a transactional gesture because Mingi came in to use the facilities.

As Jongho placed the basket on the counter, you were surprised that the cashier suddenly clapped his hands before he pointed at you, "Hey, you're she!" he called out almost excitedly. "I'm sorry?" you asked, confused, "You're her! I remember you!" he said before he ducked down under the counter. "Do you know this guy?" Jongho asked, both confused and curious at the man's seeming recognition of you. "I don't know this guy, I swear," though you were sure that you didn't know him, you still tried to think of where you might have known him. "Do you have an online persona I don't know of?" Jongho half joked half genuinely asked which you answered by smacking him on his chest (that did absolutely nothing) and grumbled, "If you're asking if I secretly do porn, Jongho, I will hand you over to my cousin and make you do Cats in an actual cat costume," you threatened and Jongho only replied by mocking you which meant that he truly believed your threats and that your cousin would have no problem with executing the idea.

The man came back up just as Mingi jogged to join you and Jongho, placing a phone charger on the counter which only caused your confusion to double. "What's this?" you asked and Mingi answered, "Do you really not know what a phone charger is?" "Not only is it a charger, it's your charger!" the cashier said, grinning proudly. By the look on your face, the cashier's smile dropped and he tilted his head in confusion, "You don't remember?" "I... I mean, I did lose my charger a while ago but I don't think this is mine," you said sheepishly. The cashier shook his head firmly and pointed at the charger, "No, I remember this is yours because I was working the shift when you came in rushing because your phone died and you needed to charge it so you could open your online banking app. You sat at that corner and you kept muttering about not wanting someone to be right?" recognition dawned on your face but still, you couldn't really place the memory. Seeing you, Jongho stepped in and questioned the man, "How sure are you that it was her? I mean, that could be anyone, right?" The cashier shook his head immediately, "No, no, no, I remember you clearly because that was the night when that guy got electrocuted after arguing with some other guy, I overheard them when I was taking a smoke break and then the convenience store blacked out for a solid 3 minutes and I absolutely remembered everything correctly because that was the day I learned about turning on the generator and also because the cops came in after finding the guy in the alley, asking if I knew anything," he said proudly.

Your eyes widened as saucers and your jaw slacked. It was as if someone broke a damn in your brain and memories of the night you had gone out by yourself flooded your brain. "Oh my God," you whispered, remembering how you rushed into the convenience store because you desperately needed to charge your phone and you remembered the blackout. You had initially wanted to leave to go find another functional port at the cafe just on the other side of the alley but when the generator turned on, you decided to stay only for an extra 15 minutes because as soon as your phone hit 30%, you rushed home to avoid getting scolded by Leo. But it wasn't the memory that rendered you frozen.

"(y/n), what is it? Are you okay?" Mingi asked, worriedly pulling you to the side as Jongho finished up with the cashier. "I... Yeosang... He, he was electrocuted in the alley where the powerline is connected to this side of the building. I think... I think when he got electrocuted, he got sucked into my phone because I was charging in the port that bordered this convenience store and the alley," you muttered, putting information together that finally made sense in your head. Then, you looked up at him with your eyes glassy, pupils shaky as the information overloaded your brain, "Mingi, I was here the night Yeosang got hurt, I was on the other side of the wall when it happened. I could have helped him, I could've found out what happened to him exactly and I could've probably found out who hurt him but I didn't Mingi, I was here but I didn't do anything." It was obvious that you felt guilty but Mingi knew that there was absolutely nothing you could have done. So he pulled you into his arms and just comforted you, he rubbed your back as your fingers tighten around his shirt, calming you down and repeatedly telling you that you could not have known and that you shouldn't blame yourself.

But what else could you think? Another thing happened to Yeosang and you were right there, powerless and hopeless. Just like what happened in the past.

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[keykip]

kip kinkles confession transcript

Recorded May 21, 1998 shortly after Kip’s rampage attack earlier that morning. (AW stands for Al warthen, KK stand for Kipland Kinkel)

AW This is detective Warthen, Springfield Police Department. Today's date is Thursday, May 21, 1998. The time is at 9:51 A.M. This will be a taped conversation with the last name of Kinkel, K-I-N-K-E-L, first of Kipland, K-I-P-L-A-N-D, middle of Philip, P-H-I- L-I-P. Date of birth 08-30-82.

AW Kip, what I've done is I've turned on a tape recorded so I can tape record our conversation because, you know, I'm not the best note taker in the world and a couple things that I want to go back over with you and earlier I advised you of your rights, is that not correct?

KK That's correct.

AW Okay...Can you speak up just a little bit, I'm a little hard-- KK Yep.

AW And, you know, we talked briefly and yesterday you were involved in an incident where a gun was...You purchased a gun at school from Korey Ewert and your dad came here to the Springfield Police Department and took you home after that is done. Is that correct?

KK Yes.

AW Okay...Let's go back to the earlier case with the gun that you bought from Korey.

Why did you buy that gun? Do you remember why you bought the gun? KK I don't know.

AW Did you buy it with the intention of hurting somebody?

KK No.

AW Had you and your dad discussed whether you should own a gun or anything like that?

KK Yeah.

AW Okay...And what...And he said what?

KK That it would be better if I didn't.

AW He said what?

KK It's kind of complicated, I don't remember.

AW Okay...Did he think that you were too young for a gun?

KK Yeah.

AW All right.

KK I don't know what's wrong with me.

AW Okay.

KK My head just doesn't work right.

AW Why doesn't it work right?

KK I don't know I can't--

AW When you brought the gun to school yesterday, or when you purchased it yesterday, did you know that was the right thing to do or the wrong thing to do.

KK I knew it was a wrong thing.

AW You knew it was a wrong thing to do?

KK Yeah.

AW Okay....But you didn't have any intent yesterday, or at least that's what you told me yesterday, of hurting anybody. Is that correct?

KK Right.

AW Okay....So when you got home with your dad. Is dad angry with you?

KK Yes.

AW Okay...And you left here just around noon, I believe, so did you go straight home? KK We stopped at Burger King.

AW You stopped at Burger King, that's the one out there at 58th & Main? KK It's the Mohawk Burger King.

AW You went to the Mohawk Burger King?

KK Yeah.

AW Okay....So do you know what time it was when you got home? KK Around one o'clock, one-thirty.

AW okay....Tell me what happens when you get home?

KK I had no other choice....I couldn't

AW You were feeling really guilty?

KK Yeah.

AW Okay....So your dad has guns, right?

KK Yes.

AW And where does he keep his guns?

KK He usually keeps them in his tennis locker at the swim and tennis club. But we could always shoot it once in awhile and so they were home

this time....Most of the time they're not home, only the rifles are there. AW So only the 10.22 Ruger rifle was there?

KK Yeah, mm hum.

AW And where was that at?

KK I had that in my room.

AW You had that in your room? KK Mm hu (yes).

AW Was it loaded or unloaded?

KK It was unloaded, (unintelligible).

AW So the ammunition was in your room?

KK It was in my parent's room but I had the gun.

AW Okay....So was your dad...Did he hit you or anything like that? KK No.

AW Okay...Was he yelling or out of control or?

KK I couldn't I couldn't I had no other choice God.

AW You told me earlier he was in the kitchen.

KK Yeah.

AW And was that around 4 o'clock or could it of been earlier?

KK I think it was earlier.

AW You think it was earlier?

KK I'm not sure.

AW Okay...Let me ask you this

KK What?

AW Had I been a visitor in your home, would you have shot your dad? KK I don't think so.

AW You don't think so.

KK I don't know I just I had no other choice he was saying all this I . . AW He was saying all that stuff, kind of....He was saying a lot of Negative stuff about you. Like what was he saying about you?

KK (crying)

AW Okay...He's mad at you because you got caught in school with the gun, right?

KK Right.

AW Okay.

KK And I (garbled) all his friends and everything knew (garbled).

AW So he was feeling ashamed and embarrassed because you did something wrong, is that right?

KK Right.

AW Okay.

KK I didn't want to. I loved my dad that's why I had to

AW You love him so that's why you had to kill him?

KK Yes.

AW Okay...So what's he doing in the kitchen when you come in.

KK He was drinking something, I don't know.

AW Was his back to you?

KK Yes. Oh god...

AW Okay...Earlier you told me you walked up behind him and shot him in the head. Is that right?

KK Basically, yeah.

AW Basically?

KK Yeah.

AW Okay...Did you stand away from him while you shot him? KK Yeah.

AW How far were you when you shot him?

KK About ten feet.

AW Ten feet. And how many times did you shoot him?

KK Once.

AW And where did that bullet hit him?

KK Right above the ear.

AW Right behind the ear.

KK Yeah, above, yeah Oh my god (crying)

AW It's alright. So your dad falls to the kitchen floor.

KK He just laid on the counter.

AW He laid on the counter.

KK Mm uh.

AW Then what did you do?

KK I didn't know what to do so I dragged him into the bathroom and then put a white sheet over him.

AW Okay.

KK Oh, my god, my parents were good people, I'm just so fucked up in the head, I don't

know why, (garbled).

AW So what do you do from the time you put the sheet over your dad and your mom comes home?

KK A few people called.

AW Do you remember who called?

KK Yeah, some of my friends and I just talked to them. I didn't say anything

about that and I didn't know what to do because...Oh my God, my mom was coming home and if she knew what I'd done she'd...Oh my god.

AW So your mom comes home around six, is that right? KK Yes.

AW Okay....Now I've never been to your house...And earlier you talked about a basement. Is that a garage that's underneath the house?

KK Yeah.

AW So your mom drives in her car, right? KK Yeah.

AW And what is she driving?

KK An explorer.

AW Explorer?

KK Yeah.

AW And she parks, where are you at? KK I was waiting for her.

AW Okay....Outside or inside?

KK Inside.

AW Okay...Did she pull into the garage? KK Yes.

AW Okay.

KK Oh my god.

AW Do you have one of these automatic garage doors where she closes the door after she pulls in?

KK Yeah.

AW Was the door up or down?

KK Down.

AW Okay.

KK I just want to die.

AW I know.

KK Oh god. (crying)

AW So you told me that your mom gets out of the explorer and starts up the stairs from the garage or basement, is that right?

KK Yes.

AW Do you say anything to her?

KK Yes, I told her I loved her.

AW And then you shot---

KK Yes. God damn it...these voices inside my head.

AW Alright, hey, (garbled) Kip....Kip, settle down, settle down, it's alright, it's alright...Just settle down, okay, just settle down.

KK I had no other choice.

AW Okay...So how far were you from your mom when you shot her?

KK I don't know.

AW Okay....Earlier you told me you shot her twice---

KK I think I shot her several times.

AW You shot her several times?

KK Cause I dragged her up into the basement after I shot her and she was still alive and I said that I loved her and I shot her...I shot her again so she wouldn't know that I killed her....I loved my mom.

AW ..Okay....So you didn't want your mom to know that you were the one that shot her. KK Right.

AW And you loved your mom---

KK Yeah, I did.

AW So what did you do the rest of the night? Did you talk to any more friends? KK No, I just...I didn't...I didn't know what to do...I held---

AW Okay.

KK I just held my Glock to my head and I wanted to kill myself so bad but I couldn't...I don't know why.

AW Now you said there was only one gun in the home, where did the Glock come from? Did you go somewhere and pick up the Glock?

KK No, it was in my dad's tennis stuff that he hadn't taken back to the Club.

AW Okay...So it was at home, too?

KK Yes.

AW Okay....So did you get any sleep last night at all or do you stay awake all night? KK Stayed awake.

AW Okay...Did you watch TV?

KK I turned it on to keep me company but I didn't watch it.

AW Okay...Alright...Now you shot your mom to save her the embarrassment and that sort of stuff, right?

KK Yes.

AW Okay....Was that the right thing or the wrong thing to do? KK I couldn't do anything else.

AW Okay...Now this morning you had planned to go to school and you had taped some bullets to your chest.

KK Yes.

AW What were those bullets for?

KK To kill myself if I ran out of ammunition.

AW And you told me earlier you took two knives, the Ruger 10.22 that was sawed off, a Ruger .22 caliber pistol and the Glock 19 which was a 9 millimeter. Is that correct?

KK Yes.

AW And you took those to school.

KK Yes.

AW Okay...You were wearing a big overcoat. Were you hiding the weapons?

KK Yes.

AW Okay....Why were you hiding them?

KK I didn't know what else to do.

AW You didn't know what else to do. Why did you go to school and start shooting people?

KK I had to. I had no other choice. I couldn't do anything else.

AW Had you been stopped by a police officer before you gotten to school would you

have done that?

KK I don't know.

AW Why did you feel that you didn't have a choice with the kids at school? KK I don't know I can't...my head is (garbled) I had to, I just had to.

AW Okay....Was there any kids that were in that group of people that you were seeing that you singled out as any one target?

KK No.

AW Do you know the names of any of those kids that you shot at?

KK No.

AW Okay....When we got here to the police department you had a knife that the officers had missed strapped to your leg, right?

KK Right.

AW And you had slipped your cuffs around to the front and when I opened the door you

held that knife out and you charged me with that knife.

KK Yes.

AW Why did you do that?

KK Cause I wanted you to shoot me. I just want to die.

AW Okay....Was that the right thing or the wrong thing to do?

KK It has to be the right thing because I need to die more than anything else.

AW As you were growing up through elementary school and middle school, were you ever taken to a counselor?

KK Yes.

AW What for?

KK Cause I got in trouble with the police.

AW You got in trouble with the police?

KK Yes.

AW Is this about that book about making explosives or something? KK Well it was kind of It was just a lot of things mom took me to.

AW Okay. KK Oh god.

AW Let me ask you this, when you went to the counselor did they prescribe any sort of medication or anything for you?

KK Prozac.

AW Prozac....Are you taking Prozac today?

KK No.

AW Okay...When's the last time you took Prozac?

KK In the fall.

AW The fall of this year?

KK Yeah.

AW Did they diagnosis you as attention deficit or hyper-disorder or anything like that?

KK I don't think so.

AW You don't think so...Okay...Did your dad ever physically abuse you?

KK No.

AW Okay....Did anybody ever physically abuse you?

KK No.

AW Okay...Kip, let me ask you this, if you had it to do over again what would you do?

KK I'd try so hard to kill myself I'd just kill myself...I can't do it I want it more than anything.

AW Now whose car did you drive to school this morning? KK My mom's .

AW And that was a green Ford

KK Yes.

AW Escort or Explorer?

KK Explorer.

AW Explorer...And you parked that near the tennis court, is that correct?

KK Yes.

AW Okay....And what time did you get to school this morning, do you remember?

KK A little bit before 8 o'clock.

AW Were there other people around you when you got out of the explorer?

KK Yes

AW Did they say anything to you?

KK No.

AW Okay....You've got some marks on your wrists. What are these from? Like from the handcuffs?

KK Yes.

AW Okay...Does your wrist feel okay right now?

KK Yes.

AW Okay....Do you want some coffee or water?

KK No.

AW I asked you this before but after shooting your parents and being there all night, did you go out and did you hurt anybody else?

KK No.

AW Do you have pets in the home? KK Yes.

AW Did you hurt the pets at all?

KK No.

AW And what kind of pets are in the home?

KK A cat.

AW Just a cat?

KK Yeah.

AW Alright...Well, you know, I'm going to give you a break, I'm going to stop right now. The time is at 10:14 A.M.

AW Kip, I'm going to turn the tape recorder back on. The time is at 10:24 A.M.

I just have a couple more questions for you and you may or may not have the answer for me. I want you to do the best you can, okay. You're shaking your head yes, the tape recorder doesn't pick up, you know, body movements that sort of stuff so.

KK Alright.

AW Okay...That's fine...Can I get you to scoot up just a little closer to the tape recorder cause I know this is not easy for you to talk about, it's not easy for me to ask you these questions, you know, but I'm trying to figure our why, why this happened so I can kind of put it in perspective for everybody, okay.

Why did you move your dad's body into the bathroom?

KK I felt like I had to do something.

AW Did you move him so that mom wouldn't walk in and see him.

KK I moved him because he was supposed to be on his back and I don't know. AW Why did you cover him with a sheet?

KK It just felt like the right thing to do.

AW Okay...You did it out of respect for him?

KK Yes.

AW When did you decide in your mind that you had to kill your mom, before you shot

your dad?

KK Afterwards.

AW Afterwards.

KK My dad kept saying how my mom...how embarrassed she was

going to be and how horrible I was and I couldn't let my mom feel like

that. I couldn't do anything else. There's no other way.

AW Had I been standing in your garage or riding with your mom, would you have shot your mom?

KK I don't know.

AW There's probably at least two hours from the time you shot your dad until your mom

got home.

KK Yeah.

AW What did you do to prepare yourself for you having to shoot your mom.

KK I cried. I said I was so sorry. I had to though. I had to.

AW You said you were waiting for her.

KK Mm hu (yes).

AW where were you waiting for her at?

KK In the living room so I could see when the car came up.

AW And when she pulled in the garage and the garage door came down and she got out of her car, where were you?

KK I don't know I can't remember.

AW Were you hiding somewhere in the garage so that she had to walk past you?

KK No, I came down and helped her with her bags, bring them up. AW Where was the gun at that point?

KK It was on my hip.

AW On your hip?

KK Yeah.

AW And what kind of gun was that?

KK It was a .22, oh god.

AW Was it the 10.22 or was it the pistol?

KK It was the pistol .

AW It was the pistol. Who are these friends that called? Do you have names on those friends?

KK My friends had nothing to do with it.

AW Yeah, but, I know---

KK I don't want them to get in trouble.

AW They're not in trouble but you did talk to them and I think it's important that...Who were your friends that called?

KK I talked to Tony.

AW Tony go to school with you?

KK Yeah.

AW And what's Tony's last name?

KK McCown

AW McCown. Do you have a phone number for Tony? KK I don't know...It's on my watch.

AW Okay....Does Tony live up near you on Chita Loop? KK No, he lives close to the school.

AW Okay, but it's Tony McCowan, is he a freshman? KK Yes.

AW When did Tony call? Do you remember?

KK He called about 3:15.

AW Did he kind of want to know what was up at school?

KK Yeah.

AW Did you guys talk about that?

KK Yeah.

AW Had you already shot your dad at that point?

KK No.

AW No, okay. So who else called or did you call someone?

KK No, Tony called and Nick and they were like on the party line thing, we were all talking so nick didn't call me, I called him.

AW So you called Nick?

KK Yeah, no he did, Tony did. AW Tony did?

KK Yeah.

AW What's nick's last name? KK Hiaasen.

AW Hiaasen?

KK Yeah.

AW And is he in the ninth grade, too?

KK Yeah.

AW Did he go to Thurston?

KK (no verbal response heard)

AW So Tony called...So we're only talking about one call here?

KK Yeah.

AW Or was there two separate calls?

KK There was one call.

AW One call....Okay, so is there...Did anybody else call you?

KK I don't think so.

AW Okay...Did you call anybody?

KK No.

AW Okay...Did you call anybody after you shot your dad?

KK No.

AW When you were home alone last night did you call anybody?

KK No.

AW Did anybody call the house?

KK No

AW Did anybody call the house this morning?

KK No.

AW I think it goes without saying at least from my perspective but maybe...I want to

hear it from your perspective, did you know it was wrong to shoot your dad, your mom, and the kids at school?

KK I had no other choice. It was the only thing I could do.

AW What were the other choices that you didn't have a choice of?

KK I didn't know I couldn't think I couldn't do anything.

AW If your dad hadn't talked to you the way that he did, would that have changed the outcome?

KK I don't know.

AW Was there anything that...

[Tape Stops]

AW I said yesterday that gave you the idea that you had no other choice? KK It's just when I---

AW Okay the tape stopped and I had to turn the tape over. The time now is at 10:34 A.M. I thought when you left here yesterday that your dad was pretty understanding and that there were other choices.

KK (garbled) I couldn't...I was expelled from school (garbled) and I had no other choice. [Tape picks back up]

AW Okay...Had you talked to Mr. Doyle after you left here?

KK No.

AW Did Mr. Doyle talk to your dad?

KK I think so.

AW You think so. I think my question, Kip, is had your dad not said some pretty mean things to you like, you know, he's embarrassed, your mom's going to be embarrassed, all her friends are going to be embarrassed, had he not said those things would there have been a different outcome

KK I don't know. I don't know.

AW Okay....How long from the time that he said those things was it between the time

that he last said those things and the time that you shot him? KK I don't know.

AW Was it seconds, was it minutes?

KK I don't know.

AW You don't know, okay. Can I get you anything? KK Can I get some water.

AW You want some water, okay. What I'm going to do is turn the tape recorder off again. The time is 10:36 AM

The actual recording: https://youtu.be/QARJYLJTmRY?si=DrkR0kS8eCYyW1s1 , https://youtu.be/JyaMiL7XeiY?si=79FIx9Ad3UAC46uo , https://youtu.be/d05JvYgLVjo?si=wT4hp-Ps1ihzO50F , https://youtu.be/x5cJFq8FaKc?si=jhWXipDMApvl3q4U

[wolftozier]

extremely niche field hockey losers club au taken entirely from my experience playing field hockey as a teen <3

Bill

Centre midfield

Right in the middle of the field, halfway

This is mostly due to the fact that as a kid when i played hockey, centre half was always the position of the team leader

Thats because they have to organize both defense and offense due to being in the centre. and the midfield

Surprisingly good at talking around his mouthguard

Sometimes forgets to even take his mouthguard OUT when coming in for half time so everyone just listens to him slur about the game for a couple minutes before he realises

Has a couple spare sticks in his bag always so if anyone forgets theirs he lets them borrow them

Probably the best overall player. You could stick him anywhere and he’d thrive

Except maybe eddie and bevs position, lol

Richie

When he was younger richie was definitely a really annoying winger (sometimes called forwards or strikers)

This is because he mastered the art of seagulling. essentially swooping in last second to flick a ball into the goal when not needed

However once he got older and taller he was way too gangly and awkward to shove up field

So he ended up as a fullback. a completely defensive position. which is in fact very different to playing an offensive position like winger

He's actually really good at defence surprisingly

Hes ALSO annoying here but for a different reason

He has such a good hit on him that its ridiculous. Even with a little bit of a windup and he can crack the ball from way deep in defense up to the offensive quarter

Takes his mouthguard out of his mouth to talk. And tucks it under his sock when not using it (REAL THING WE USED TO DO). to do so you have to buy slightly-too-large socks so they fold over at the top so if he doesnt fold them over his socks do go over his knees

Always wearing colourful inners (a type of sock we wear underneath our shinpads bc shinpads are extremely awkward and uncomfortable to wear)

Has to wear a facemask during shootouts and it fits so weirdly around his big head and big glasses

Wears a protective glove on his left hand only (the hand that touches the ground if you tackle)

Takes the original tape off his stick so he can replace it with more colourful tape

Eddie

Eddie plays inner. and will always play inner. (position is also called sweeper, freeman)

This position is just essentially running up and down the field, relatively in line with the ball so you can always be an available pass

Which means eddie is constantly running. running up and down the field (about 90 meters or 300 feet long) for the entirety of the sixty minute game

Eddie also buys his socks large enough to have them fold over at the top but he will not tuck his mouthguard into them. he thinks thats fucking disgusting and yells at richie for it every game

He sucks ass at talking around his mouthguard though so if hes relatively free from other players hell quickly take his mouthguard OUT OF HIS MOUTH to yell for the ball

Wears protective gloves on both hands bc one time richie nailed him in the knuckles with a pass and it bruised so badly mrs k barely let him out of the house for three weeks

Wears defensive shinpads (you can get both defensive and offensive style shinpads) bc he thinks the offensive ones are way too small

Mike

I think he’s also a fullback with richie

Probably stays closer to the goal than richie does

Because i think he’s probably the best tackler

An actual brick wall when he’s tackling. low to the ground, knees bent, everything. and then he’ll flick the ball OVER your stick and pass to richie to get it out of the defensive quarter

Hes only played defensive positions so he has an eye for where players will run to to shoot

He’s the one that brings the snacks to the games. it isnt halftime without a bag of jelly beans. 

Whenever theyre having an offensive-heavy game and the ball isnt coming back to defence he’ll lean against his stick like it’s a cane and just watch the game (youre supposed to always stay prepared but its nice just watching the rest of the team deal with bullshit)

He’ll play kicking back if theres no goalie but he HATES it (kicking back is essentially a goalie without the uniform. you get a face mask and thats it. you do get to kick the ball without the ref calling it though)

Gets bits of artificial turf all over him and he isn’t even running like eddie is. somehow it just all splashes up onto him

Bev

Girls are allowed to play with the boys teams here occasionally (as long as you have less than eleven players- which is the maximum amount of players on the field)

When she plays with the boys i think she’d be an inner with eddie

Shes not the best at inner, she’s just fast

Worlds most annoying dribbler oh my god

Constantly flicking ahead of herself and just begging for people to try and steal from her

She’s really good at getting the ball past people’s sticks and through their feet (which is a dick move bc if it touches someone’s foot the ref calls for a penalty hit. the game stops and all opposing players have to move at least five metres away)

Plays super offensively even as an inner and bill is always calling for her to run back and help defence

Also de-tapes her stick to retape it fun colours

When she plays with the boys she also wears two protective gloves 

Also tucks her mouthguard in her sock during half time

However she will forget to put it back in and sometimes plays a couple minutes of a game before she realises shes not wearing it

Makes her own inners from fun fabrics

Ben

Ben as a kid i think always got put at fullback

They do this to fat kids its why i got put at fullback too

But as he grows into being a teenager i think he ends up a half back

Essentially like bill’s job except without the offensive. Calls out to people on his side to move up or down or left or right. Helps defensively, that sorta thing

Stays super low in defence even when he doesnt need to bc its what he’s used to

And if its a slow game he talks to mike and richie (he and richie like gossiping)

Also has a super good hit but rarely uses it because he’s worried he’ll hit someone with it

Probably the second best at talking around his mouthguard

He and eddie are the only ones that enjoy full-field warmups where you run around the outside of the field. everyone else likes the shorter sprints up and down the middle

He gets a part-time job at the stick-shop near the field and everyone badgers him for discounts

Stan 

Pure offensive wing

Rarely comes back past the half-way line

Has the highest goal-count out of all of them because of this

This was not true as kids because richie used to seagull all his goals like the little asshole he was

stan still high fived him (begrudingly) at each of richies seagull goals though

De-tapes his stick because he uses a special kind of tape that’s a little more lightweight and cushiony

Definitely has a full stick bag with sections for every kind of gear. Has a separate section for his gloves. A separate section for where he puts his uniform. A separate section where his shinpads go.

Always the one bringing the ball bag onto the field bc everyone else forgets it

Also talks around his mouthguard

Not good at it but he’d rather die than put it in his sock

He’s the only one that will replace his mouthguard every two months like youre technically supposed to

[fyodior]

the best gift

pairing: odasaku x gn!reader

cw: none! just cheesy fluff

notes: this is my contribution to the very lovely white christmas collab luna @hiraizens is hosting!! here is a very corny fic about wrapping gifts with oda :")

wc: 1.1k

Oda stared at the disaster of wrapping paper, tape, bows, and ribbon laid out in front of him on the kitchen table, mocking him. He didn’t know how it got that bad – truly. You had been working so hard finding and buying gifts for both of your friends and family, and he just wanted to be helpful, so he thought he would wrap the presents for you while you relaxed in the bedroom. But now you certainly were going to have to repurchase some supplies.

The absolute last thing Oda ever wanted to have to do was ask you for help – that would defeat the entire purpose of this endeavor anyway. But with every effort only making the mess worse, he eventually had to admit it was a lost cause.

Oda held his breath as he walked up the stairs towards the bedroom, preparing an incredibly long, drawn-out apology in his head. He knew you wouldn’t be mad at him – you never were. He just felt horrible in that, in trying to make your life easier, he made it much harder.

Peaking his head through the half-open door, he watched for just a moment as you flipped through the tattered pages of your favorite book. The one you read over and over, to where the paperback cover was almost falling off. He knocked lightly on the wood to get your attention, chuckling at the way you startled.

“Hi, hon!” you said with a sweet smile on your face, tossing your book to the side. You obviously noticed the grimace on Oda’s face he was not hiding well and furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”

He shuffled slowly into the room, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“Well, I- I, um-”

“Odasaku?” The worry in your eyes grew.

“I kind of, um. Majorly fucked up wrapping the Christmas gifts,” he mumbled. This didn’t ease much of your confusion.

“Wrapping the Christmas gifts?”

“You’ve done almost all the shopping and I wanted to try and help out by doing some of the wrapping but… it’s harder than I thought it would be.”

You laughed as you shook your head, pushing the blankets off you to stand up.

“Show me the damage,” you teased.

Oda led you downstairs towards the kitchen, averting his eyes in embarrassment as you finally fell witness to the catastrophe that had occurred. He grimaced as you took it in for a moment, afraid you’d be pissed you had extra work to do now, but instead you just laughed.

“Oh, honey,” you sighed. “Why all this?” You giggled as you picked up the scrap piece of paper where he had been practicing cursive for the gift tags but had failed miserably.

“Just wanted to help.” His eyes stayed focused on the white tile underneath him.

He wasn’t expecting it when you turned towards him and threw your arms around his neck before pressing a wet kiss to his lips. Though he was confused by this reaction, his hands came to settle on your hips and kissed you back happily.

“Thank you,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Why the hell are you thanking me for that?” He gestured towards the scene of the crime.

“Because it’s really, really sweet that you tried to help. Thank you,” you giggled.

Standing back up on your toes, you kissed him once again before peppering soft kisses all over his cheeks, making him laugh.

“You’re not mad?” Some of the stress had finally started to drain from his body.

“Not at all, darling. As long as you’ll promise to help me fix it,” you teased.

He pulled you in even closer to kiss you deeply, an of course getting lost somewhere between both your lips.

You grabbed Oda’s hand and forced him to sit down at the table, preparing him for a crash course in gift wrapping. He listened intently, nodding as you explained exactly how to measure out the correct length and width of wrapping paper, how to get the crispest corners, and how to tie ribbons.

Oda was a very diligent assistant, handing you the scissors when you asked, keeping multiple different pieces of already cut tape on him, and listening to you ramble about the who and why behind each gift. It made his heart swell to hear about how deliberate you were with each present, matching each one perfectly to their recipient. You’d die before handing someone a predictable gift card for Christmas.

He oohed as you pulled out your calligraphy skills to label each tag, and you rolled your eyes as he made jokes about tying you up with ribbon in the bedroom. He could only keep his hands off you for so long though.

“I definitely considered giving him bandag-” your words were cut off as Oda stuck a bow right onto your forehead, laughing to himself.

“A gift to the world,” he cooed. You rolled your eyes so hard it was painful, only making him laugh harder. “C’mere,” he said before grabbing the leg of your chair and pulling you towards him.

He cradled your face in his hands and looked at you, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear. Every time Oda gave you that look, the one where his eyes gleamed and he couldn’t contain the grin that spread across his face that screamed I love you so fucking much, you got butterflies in your stomach. It always felt like the first time you met him all over again, when you blushed and stuttered as you tried to speak because his presence was just so overwhelming.

Oda finally leaned in to kiss you, the stubble on his jaw tickling your face. You laughed into the kiss and hugged his shoulders again as he pulled you closer by your waist.

“Thank you for all your help, my little elf,” you said, making him chuckle.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, right next to the silvery-pink bow still stuck to your forehead.

“Thank you for being the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

[i-did-not-mean-to]

A good day's work

This story has been written for my dear friend @lordoftherazzles who honoured me by sending me an idea <3

Here is some Gen fluff with background Bagginshield for you in honour of Dragonhearted (my beloved) ending.

Words: 1.5 k

Characters: Bilbo, Ori, Dori, Nori

Warnings: Burnout, scissors, Bilbo being sassy

Ori groaned softly—the day didn’t have enough hours to record every minute detail of the reconstruction and healing of Erebor and that annoyed him.

He was but one dwarf, burdened with an important and glorious task, and he was terrified of failing his king; he would not accept defeat!

Wincing as the sores on his feet screamed in protest, he hastened down yet another corridor to find Balin in time to get his reports of the last trade meeting with Mirkwood before rushing back to the throne room to have a private interview with the consort to see how Bilbo had settled into his role.

“I trust you,” Thorin had declared in his deep, rumbling voice as he had bestowed this immeasurable honour upon the humble, young dwarf. “You’ve been a reliable and brave member of the company and I am sure that you’d do marvellously as the royal scribe.”

It had been such a great distinction, the crowning reward for decades of humble work, that Ori had not hesitated for a single second before accepting the role he had never even dared dream of.

After all, it would have been ungrateful to do so after all the sacrifices his brothers had brought to make sure that his childhood and youth were as pleasant as possible, despite the undeniable poverty and the lines of worry and dismay that time had dug into Dori’s sweet face.

No, he owed it to them to not only rejoice at this opportunity but to also execute his functions and duties with as much verve and diligence as possible.

Ori, even though a hero of Erebor, was far from the pampered, self-indulgent well-born noble to whom these tasks were habitually granted.

So what if he barely slept or ate? He had more important things to do.

“Oh hey,” Bilbo looked up from the mirror when Ori burst into the room, a little while later, in a storm of fragrant wool and waving papers. “Slow down!”

His keen glance swept to Dori, kneeling at his feet to measure the circumference of his hips, and he astutely observed the way the older dwarf tried to catch the eye of his younger brother.

Nodding at Dori with a bright, warm smile, Bilbo stepped off the small dais and strode towards Ori, who was still labouring to catch his breath.

“What are you running from? The dragon is dead!” he joked light-heartedly and settled a steadying hand onto the narrow shoulder of one he had gotten to know so well during the quest. “What is up?”

Immediately, Ori shook his head and flapped his hands dismissively. “Nothing,” he swore, “I am rather busy, that’s all. It’s good though; I like being occupied.”

Bilbo was too shrewd by far to buy into that clumsy lie; he could clearly discern that the young dwarf standing in front of him was not merely busy—he was pale and haggard, and his eyes had a haunted look Bilbo had not seen since the quest. His heart clenched in a burst of deepfelt sympathy.

“Sit down, friend,” he said resolutely. “Rest for a moment. I’ll go make tea—you dwarves seem to profoundly misunderstand the notion of the correct steeping time for each blend. Anyway, just wait for me and put your feet up!”

“I couldn’t!” Ori cried out in alarm. “I have to see Thorin and visit Esgaroth…”

“Am I not the consort? If the king has any grievances, he knows where to find me. As far as I remember, Thorin II has sworn a solemn oath to me that the mountain and its people were at my disposal if I agreed to reign by his side as his equal. Or do your notes state otherwise?”

Making a muted sound of disbelief, Ori cocked his head dubiously but let himself be guided to a cushioned chair, nonetheless.

As soon as Bilbo had slipped out of the room, his brother reappeared, scissors and measuring tape still in hand.

"How are you, lad? Nori tells me he's caught the odd glimpse at you and that you've looked…unhappy," Dori spoke softly.

Ori bristled at the mere suggestion—dissatisfaction was a luxury he could not afford and a sentiment of ungratefulness he would never have countenanced.

Dori lifted his hands in a gesture that was both comical and vaguely threatening on account of the sharp tool catching the light at odd angles.

"I don't mean to accuse you, boy. Are you eating enough? Sleeping well? You've been running yourself stupid these last few months. Why don't you take a break?"

Grimacing, Ori forced a smile onto his tired face. "I have never learned how to rest," he stated simply. "Growing up, I watched you and Nori work yourselves to the bone tirelessly. You've not “taken a break” in your efforts to make sure I had what I needed, so I certainly will not do so before I make you proud."

The scissors fell to the floor with an echoing, clattering sound as Dori engulfed his little brother in a tight embrace.

"Oh, my dear lad," he croaked, his voice constricted by the powerful emotions of guilt and pride warring within him. "We've never been anything but proud of you."

He extended his arms to get a good look at Ori.

"There were two of us then," Dori added softly, "and we are still here. Nobody would think any less of you if you decided that you cannot possibly do the work of three people alone now. You can still lean on us, you know that, right?"

He shook his head ruefully.

"You've always been such a stubbornly frugal boy," Dori whispered, "I should have known that you would not let anybody know if you were trying to do too much."

"I am not," Ori insisted, the obstinacy he had been castigated for evident in his voice and posture. "I am just a bit tired."

"I'll have your brother keep an eye on you," Dori threatened. "And we'll intercede every time you look like you're doing too much. In public. Very loudly!"

A shiver ran down Ori's spine—he did not doubt that his brothers would do exactly that. The mere idea of being chased around and chided in front of the whole court made him twitch with phantom embarrassment already.

"I'll take more breaks," he promised quickly. By the way Dori's eyes narrowed suspiciously, Ori could tell that they'd keep tabs on him no matter what he might swear now.

There was really no other solution than to take better care of himself if he didn't want to be snatched in dark corners and forced into bed like a petulant pebble running a fever.

"Listen to your brother," a pleasant voice resounded from behind him. "Consort's orders."

"But the king…"

"The king would not dare contradict my orders, would he?" Bilbo cocked one eyebrow challengingly. "Would he?"

"No," Ori squeaked miserably, shuffling his feet and sighing as he remembered how far behind he was on the careful timetable he had envisioned in the morning. Would he still make it to Esgaroth in time?

"Come," Bilbo interrupted his frantic calculations, "let's have a good cup of tea and some of these cakes Bombur has made. The Esgaroth delegation is delayed—Thorin cannot find his good coat and King Bard has been held up in Mirkwood—so there is really nowhere else you're needed. Except if you want to help in the search and retrieve mission of that fusty garment?"

Wriggling his brows and ears suggestively, the consort motioned at a beautiful tea set. "Isn't it much nicer here? So, tell me, do you have any new titbits of juicy gossip for me? You've been everywhere and you've spoken to everyone lately while I’ve been missing out on so much."

"No," Ori declared firmly—it was not so much that he didn't care for gossip and much more that his official tasks took up so much of his time and mindpower that he had not had any time to waste on frivolous half-truths.

"My man," Bilbo grinned and leaned back in his chair after having poured the delicious-smelling tea into three dainty cups he had brought from his home in the Shire. "You need a spouse. They do wonders for your complexion, and they keep you in bed when you need a little extra sleep." He winked.

"A spouse?" Dori exclaimed, scandalised.

Somewhere from the rafters drifted an echo of a jeering chuckle.

"I hear that Nori agrees with me," Bilbo said, self-satisfaction oozing from him in thick waves. "So be it then, the princes could also do with a more formal introduction to courtly life."

"What?" Ori stammered, horrified by the gleam of inspiration and enthusiasm in Bilbo's eyes.

"We'll have a ball, what else?" Bilbo grinned. "Ah, that was a good day's work, wouldn't you say?"

Being the king's consort, he found, was only half as hard as people made it look.

So, this was another random story for a dear friend!

As always, a pleasure and an honour!

Lots of love from me!

[rikeijo]

Today's translation #276

Spoon.2Di, vol. 18. Mitsurou Kubo's interview

Part 7.

--- What about Yuri Plisetsky?

K: When we went to Barcelona to see 2014 Grand Prix Final, I had a chance to see Yulia Lipnitskaya in her private clothes - she wore leopard print with black background, and seeing her suitcase, also in leopard print with a gold handle, I thought: "Where did you buy this?!" - very aggressive fashion (laugh). But it was a visual that left the strongest impression on me, among everything that I've seen during our research trip. I thought - "It's so awesome!" and also that "It would be so nice, if a male figure skater like this existed~", so I let myself include those elements in Yuri. Because I had this base, it was also very easy to write this character, his personality and so on. This kind of low tension voice Uchiyama Kouki-san has, suits the character very well, I feel. When I was listening to Uchiyama-san's tapes from the audition, he already had this low tension voice at that time, so I was like: "Please, always be like that and don't ever play the character in a more lively way!" (laugh).

[Notes: Not so "fun" fact, but "It would be so nice, if a male figure skater like this existed~" is one of the quotes Mitsurou was bashed for the most on the Jp side of fandom, because it was deemed "disrespectful" to the real-life skater that "Mitsurou would prefer her to be a boy". This is of course not what she meant at all - I think it's quite clear that she simply liked her style and thought it would suit a male character, too. But as some people had a problem with Yurio and Mitsurou at the same time, it was easy enough to misinterpret into something bad... ]

[lisutarid-a]

[Gakuen K] Totsuka Tatara Route Translation

Photographing senpai  

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Saya: Whoa...

Totsuka: Okinawa is somewhat exotic, isn't it?

Saya: Yeah! Very!

Saya: I never thought we would be able to go on a school trip together.

Totsuka: That’s because our school combined 2nd and 3rd years. I'm glad we got to go together.

Saya: By the way, where's Suo-senpai?

Totsuka: He said he's going to relax at the hotel.

Saya: All day? What a waste of your time in Okinawa...

Totsuka: Since he was here last summer, he coudn't come up with a place to look around.

Saya: Is that so! ...Even Suoh-senpai travels.

Totsuka: It was a little different than the trip. The Red club went for a training camp here.

Totsuka: When we were deciding where to go the South island was on the list. It was decided to go to Okinawa because it was "within budget".

Saya: Okinawa as a training camp, sounds amazing.

Totsuka: Uhm. Because of that, the club's budget went through the roof. This year's camp was very simple.

Saya: That's not true. I had fun, so I'm very satisfied!

Saya: Since you came here for the club activities, is this your second time in Okinawa?

Totsuka: No, this is my third. Somehow I got on the ship before and arrived here.

Saya: S-somehow got on the ship...

Totsuka: Uhm. Has this kind of thing never happened to you?

Saya: Never. ...I'm worried that senpai might go somewhere in a daze.

Totsuka: I'm often told that. If there's a place you want to go, just let me know and I'll show you around.

Saya: Okay, I got it. ...Oh, right.

Saya: Can I stop by the store there? I want to buy something.

Totsuka: Souvenirs? I know a great place, shall I show you?

Saya: No, this one is fine. I know what I'm after. I'll buy it quickly!

Saya: I'm t-tired...

Totsuka: Haha. Sorry for dragging you around.

Saya: N-no. Thank you for this valuable experience.  

Saya: ...I never thought I would see snake vs. mongoose fight.

Totsuka: Too bad it was a film. It's the only way to do it legally.

Totsuka: I'm glad you bought the pair of straps you've been wishing for. I've always wanted one someday.

Totsuka: I hope you'll take good care of a mongoose strap.

Saya: ...Em, senpai. Please don't move,

Totsuka: You've been taking a lot of photos today, haven't you?

Saya: Uhm. Because I promised to photograph senpai.

Saya: (I didn't have a camera, so I was glad to find a store that sold instant cameras)

Saya: Uhm, it looks good! Senpai, look at this.

Totsuka: Wow, finally I'm the only one in the photo.

Saya: I only took photos of senpai. If you see anyone else in the photos, they’re ghosts.

Totsuka: Ghost photography, that's fascinating. Hey, do you have any more tape left?

Saya: Emmm...Yeah, just one more.

Totsuka: Well, then, let me take your photo. It's not fair that I'm the only one being photographed.

Choice: [Let's take photo together] ❤️

Saya: Well, why don't we take a photo together?

Totsuka: Ah... I didn't think of that. Okay, let's do it.

Totsuka: I wonder if that's enough for me to fit in...Would it be better to stay a bit closer?

Saya: N-no. That much would be enough.

Saya: (I get nervous when he’s so close...)

Totsuka: ...A bit more closer. Okay, cheese!

Saya: !

Totsuka: Let's see, let's see, how's the photo turned out...Heh, you have such a weird face.

Saya: D-Don't say that, please.

Totsuka: With those wide-open eyes you look like a pygmy marmoset.

Saya: I don't know what a pygmy-whatever is, so please don't tease me...

Totsuka: I'm not teasing you. You're cute, very cute.

Saya: Don't say that...It's senpai's fault I got that expression on my face.

Saya: I was surprised because you get too close, and then it happened.

Totsuka: Heeeh. So that's my achievement, huh? Hey, can I take this photo?

Saya: You want it?

Totsuka: Uhm. I want it. I want it so much. I'd love to keep it as a family heirloom.

Saya: I wish you wouldn't do it the heirloom, but... It's okay, take it, please.

Totsuka: Fufu, thanks. ...Photos are great. I can always carry them with me.

Saya: You'll carry it around with you!?

Totsuka: I intend to. It's pointlessness for you to say "give it back" to me now, right? It's mine now.

Saya: Please don't show it to anyone...

Choice: [Be patient please]

Saya: Be patient please. Okay, cheese.

Totsuka: Oh, the last precious one.

Saya: I captured senpai's careless expression. ...Fufu, cute.

Totsuka: Eeeeh, it's not cute. It looks kinda dumb.

Saya: That's what makes it so cute. I have to make sure not to lose it.

Totsuka: As for me, I wish you would lose it.

Kusanagi: Ha-ah. Did you go to see Snake vs Mongoose again?

Saya: "Again"?

Kusanagi: That's right. Last year at the camp. Me and this guy went separately. I heard he went to see the movie with Mikoto.

Totsuka: I was hoping to see a live battle this time. It was no good.

Kusanagi: Obviously. It's forbidden by law.

Totsuka: And yet it's not impossible that there are people from dark organizations hiding in the shadows, is it?

Kusanagi: Would a dark organization contact with a mere high school student? You idiot.

Kusanagi: You were on a date in Okinawa and were dragged to that boring thing, it must have been awful, wasn't it?

Saya: Not really. I had a lot of fun.

Saya: Oh, yeah, I took some photos. Would you like to take a look?

Kusanagi: Oh, really? Let me see...

Kusanagi: ...Eeeh.

Kusanagi: ...Eh?

Kusanagi: ...Is your camera broken? There are only Totsuka on the photos.

Saya: It's not broken. I took these photos focusing on Totsuka-senpai.

Kusanagi: It's not just "focusing", he's almost in all of them! I could merely see Okinawa! Everything is overflowing with Totsuka, it's scaring!

Totsuka: Yaaah, thanks to her I've got to know the pressure of being photographed.

Kusanagi: I've got to know the fear of being shown off... Well...You two are a good match and get along well. Thank you for the meal...

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[lonelypond]

Secret

Wenclair, Wednesday (TV 2022), 1.2 K, 1/1

Wednesday is preparing Enid's Secret Santa gift.

No albums were harmed in the writing of this fic.

Secret

Wednesday Addams sat on the chair she used for cello practice, leaning forward, her foil in hand, rather than a bow. Music was represented by the pile of moonstone, bloodmoon, and jade green, and mahogany Taylor Swift vinyl trapped under the point of the foil. Wednesday spun the sword, slowly, but inexorably increasing the force she was exerting downward. Her father would chide her about proper sword care, Bianca Barclay would brush away all future tossed gauntlets as Wednesday would be an opponent unworthy of her rank. But Wednesday found as the point of the foil drilled through the vinyl, shattering it, a sensation of pleasure rose each time the point broke through to a new platter. Her Secret Santa gift to Enid Sinclair was recorded, the mixtape, authentically lodged on a cassette with Wednesday’s careful calligraphy listing the song and commentary list scratched onto the paper cover tucked inside. She wondered if she should have recorded the albums as they shattered as a backdrop to her commentary. She had delicately shredded the covers, cutting strips with the sharpest of craft knives, until Taylor Swift’s face became a muddle of flesh tones and dark backdrops. She appreciated Ms. Swift’s craft; what she did not appreciate was how Enid’s eyes lit up when a Taylor Swift song came on or how Enid had bouncily requested Wednesday donate a couple of rare books to the “Get Enid Taylor Tickets” auction. Yes, the books were dusty (She had hidden Thing’s favorite hand cream for that betrayal), but they were also irreplaceable. Yes, they would have made Enid’s auction a success if the billionaires lusting for them had found them, but surely transferring enough cash to buy out an entire stadium to a high schooler’s account would have raised some kind of ATF alarm. This is part of why Wednesday had given up cannons at a young age; blade weapons attracted much less government scrutiny than the gunpowder and projectile variety. Pugsley was going to have to learn to obscure the trail of his purchases. Perhaps Wednesday would start a demolition company to gift him for his next birthday.

“Howdy, bestie.” The door opened and Enid rushed into the room, a swirl of butterscotch gold and brightness that could no longer be contained by any means Wednesday had researched. Even midnights seemed brighter since Wednesday had demurred Enid’s offer to replace the duct tape. Where midnights now her afternoon when Enid was present? Was Taylor Swift a Cassandra, prophesing all the dooms. Wednesday was intrigued by that thought. Perhaps she should listen to and shatter some of Taylor’s earlier albums (Taylor’s Versions only, if available). Was this now Wednesday (Enid’s version)? If she was going to cross pollinate any features, Wednesday thought, nay prayed, could it be the fangs and not the blinding colors.

“Wednesday?”

Wednesday (Enid’s version) re entered the physical space of her body opening her eyes to discover an Enid barely the width of a blade off her nose. Blue eyes, worried blue eyes, blue eyes Wednesday would forget to swim in so the weight of her emotions would drag her to doom, looked puzzled. Wednesday flounced back, sword flipping up, Enid skipping back to avoid the tip, Wednesday throwing herself forward, to the floor, arms out, to cover the carnage she had been creating.

“Secret Santa collage.” Wednesday(Enid’s version) hissed. “Don’t ask, don’t tell.”

Enid frowned, “You’re acting…” Weird, strange, odd…all of those words would describe Wednesday’s behavior on any ordinary day so Wednesday was very curious as to how Enid would describe this.

“Silly. Silly.” Enid turned to talk to Thing, “She’s being silly. Isn’t she?”

Wednesday (Wednesday’s version) glared from where she was sprawled on the floor, across destroyed Midnights albums, shards of which cut into her ribs. Thing scuttled over to hover by her nose. He smirked. Wednesday glared.

“I was not expecting you back until later.” Wednesday (Enid’s version) in a weak attempt to cover up embarrassment, scolded Enid.”I do not think you are ready to interact with my messy side.”

“You have a messy side?”

Wednesday (Wednesday’s version) pulled off a devious smile, remembering days coated with dirt, mud, cobwebs, viscera, feathers.

“It’s a private thing.”

Enid stared, then shrugged, “Yeah, some days I just feel like making a pile of all my clothes on the bed and diving in; figures you’d prefer the floor.”

“An ascetic pleasure.” Wednesday (Enid’s version) could feel the hyperventilation start as her heart rate accelerated like an avalanche. What was she saying? Did any of it make sense? How could she get Enid out of the room before Enid discovered what she’d been up to and assumed the Prophet Swift had made Wednesday’s murder list. Well, she had, but after Wednesday (Enid’s version) discovery of the singer’s new found link to ancient prophetesses, Wednesday would draw a careful black line through the name. Future knowledge could be useful and Enid owned all the albums.

Enid reached down with both hands and easily put Wednesday (Enid’s version) back on her feet, fortunately holding on for just 32 seconds too long so when Wednesday’s (Enid’s version) knees buckled as she swooned at Enid’s werewolf strength, Wednesday (Enid’s version) managed to remain upright. Wednesday (Wednesday's version) stepped forward, broadening her shoulders, head held high, chin tilted forward, challenging Enid, daringly blocking the werewolf’s view.

Enid knelt down. Wednesday’s (Enid’s version) throat closed to keep her stomach in. Was this a proposal? Did the revelation of a less perfect side sway Enid to impulsive, impressive possessiveness.

Enid was back on her feet, Wednesday’s foil in hand, examining the tip, “It’s not the sword’s fault Bianca keeps getting first touch. You’ve been letting your defenses down.”

“It’s a trap. A trap. A plan. To win. One I thought about. A lot.” This was all babble. Wednesday (Wednesday’s version) never EVER babbled. Was never ever flustered. Wednesday (Enid’s version) grabbed the foil back, hugging it, “I always have a plan. And I never fail to execute it.” A pause. This needed something else to finish it off, something convincing. “Don’t tell Bianca.”

Pugsley would have done better, Eugene would have been more eloquent. She hadn’t even threatened Enid with defenestration. Wednesday (Enid’s version) brought both hands up to her face and the hand guard rammed her nose, eyes watering as she winced with pain.

Enid very gently put one hand on Wednesday (Enid’s version)’s shoulder, took the foil back with the other, and led Wednesday (Enid’s version) to her bed.

“You’re red, Wednesday. You probably have a fever. That’s why you’re acting so strange.”

Fever, yes, a deadly fever. Wednesday (Wednesday’s version) snarled at Thing, who was on his side, rocking with laughter.

Wednesday (Enid’s version) stopped. An idea. “Get me soup. Quickly. I’ll die without soup.”

“Okay.” Enid sounded more confused than worried, but soup was a request she could deliver on. “I’ll be right back. Lay down. Thing, make sure she doesn’t strain anything.”

Wednesday (Wednesday’s version) reached for the sword. If she rammed it through her chest with enough velocity, no further conversations would be necessary. Ever.

Enid, worried werewolf reflexes fully activated, dodged. “You’re not getting out of this world that easily, Addams.”

And the wink. And the pouty flirty smily perfect poisoned lips. And Wednesday (Enid’s version) was falling back on her bed, actually feverish, pierced through the heart, head full of ENID ENID ENID ENID ENID ENID.

Alas and most unfortunately, for her now not to be birthed future heirs, Wednesday Addams (all versions) was no Mastermind at existing in the presence of Enid Sinclair’s celestial glow.

A/N: My first for this fandom. Wenclair is currently driving my brain. Who doesn't love a good storm cloud raven/sunny day werewolf story? Written for @sapphicfest.

[dealgemeneverwarring]

De Algemene Verwarring #106 - 5 February 2024

Episode one hundred and six of De Algemene Verwarring was broadcast on Monday, February 5, 2024, and you can listen to it by clicking on the link below that will take you directly to the Mixcloud page:

Yeah yeah I'm late to the party once again, so I'll be short. Pictured below is Zyklome A, Belgian punk legends. Read all about them on the Ultra Eczema bandcamp page or homepage, Ultra Eczema, run by Dennis Tyfus, was so good to76 page book filled with tons of archive material reissue all the recorded material by the band on a double album, and as a fabulous extra you also get a 76 page book filled with tons of archive material. I mean, why would you even doubt to buy this?

Other music in this episode comes from the mighty Goodbye Boozy label with three singles by The Traditional Fools, Mainframe and Ghoulies, girlie punk from Chin-Chin and Ribbon Stage, postpunk by Blue Orchids, Die Atlantikschwimmer, Trummerfrauen, and Section 25, and I'm also playing a great early Simple Minds track. There's also a small Wio special (two songs!) and we end things with a track from the beautiful new Roy Montgomery album. And beneath the photo you can find the playlist for the show. Enjoy!

Playlist

Zyklome A: De Bommen Vallen (2LP “Uitgesproken (1980-1985)” on Ultra Eczema, 2023, originally released on the LP "Made in Belgium" in 1984 on Punk Etc.)

Bart & The Brats: Livin’ In The Future (7” “Living In The Future” on Take The City Records, 2021)

The Traditional Fools: Please (7” The Primate Five vs The Traditional Fools” on Goodbye Boozy Records, repress 2021, originally released in 2007)

Mainframe: RIP (7” “Employee/RIP” on Goodbye Boozy Records, 2021)

Ghoulies: ET Gnome (7” “Reprogram” on Goodbye Boozy Records, 2021)

Chin-Chin: Cry In Vain (LP “Cry In Vain” on Sealed Records, 2023, originally released on a 12” “Stop! Your Crying” on Farmer Records, 1986)

Ribbon Stage: No Alternative (LP “Hit With The Most” on K Records, 2022)

Powerplant: Evidence (7” “A Spine/Evidence” on Static Shock Records, 2020)

Blue Orchids: The House That Faded Out (7” “Work” on Rough Trade, 1981)

Die Atlantikschwimmer: Immerzu (LP “Tape” on Static Age Records, 2020, originally released on a cassette in 1983 by Cassette Fix)

Trümmerfrauen: Glasaugen (LP “Trümmerfrauen” on Danger Records, 2017, originally released on a 7” in 1982 on Zensor Records)

Section Vingt Cinq: Je Veux Ton Amour (7” “Je Veux Ton Amour” on Factory Benelux, 1981)

Simple Minds: Thirty Frames A Second (LP “Empires And Dance” on Virgin Records, 1982)

Tussle: Night Of The Hunter (CD “Cream Cuts” on Smalltown Supersound, 2008)

Wio: Avignon-Migennes (LP “I Can See Where I Am Now” on Kraak Records & Slowball Records, 1997)

Teledroom: The Bible Of Aesthetics (Summarized) (CD “Two Twos” on Glasvocht Records, 2003)

Roy Montgomery: Faded From You (LP “Broken Heart Surgery (An Agony In Six Fits)” on Discreet Music, 2024)

[satoshi-mochida]

Some thoughts and details on my last Gamefly rental, No More Heroes(Switch version).

An otaku named Travis Touchdown living in the city of Santa Destroy meets a woman named Sylvia at a bar, and after some talking, decides to join the United Assassins Assiciation(UAA), thinking he'll get lucky with her if he gets to Rank 1(and to earn money for all his otaku needs).

Like Skyward Sword, you can use the Joycons to replicate the feel of the Wii version, but I used the modern control scheme.

Basic controls:

X and Y attack with the beam katana high and low, respectively. While in Santa Destroy, pressing Y has someone drive Travis' motorcycle to him. Holding either button will build up a charge attack.

A and B are melee attacks which can stun enemies and let you use wrestling moves on them by jitting the shown directions on the Control Sticks.

Holding L and spinning the right control stick has Travis wank the beam katana around to recharge it.

Hold ZL to lock onto enemies. While holding the button, you can hit the right control stick left, right or backwards to dodge roll. I think you need to hit a direction on the control stick after guarding to dodge and slow time down to get a few hits in.

When you reduce an enemy's HP to near 0 or counter them by locking blades(or whatever an enemy is using) by spinning the Right Control Stick fast enough, you'll get a prompt to hit the Right Stick in a specific direction, which will do some more damage or kill most regular enemies. After doing one of these Finishers, there'll be a roulette for bonuses at the bottom of the screen, two of which are different types of Super Modes. Managing to get 777 will give you bonus money when you clear a Ranked Battle mission.

After each mission, Travis goes back to his motel room, and there are several things to do there:

Change clothes at Travis' closet.

Change which beam katana to use as you get more from his bed's drawer

Look at the map of Santa Destroy and check your records for missions

Listen to messages on the motel room's phone. I don't think there's actually any that pop up aside from in cutscenes, though.

Save the game at the toilet.

Watch the TV, which lets you rewatch certain movies, like the game's opening and tapes you buy from Beef Head.

Look in the fridge to get restore health...which I think is already at maximum outside of battles?

Play with Travis' kitten Jeane.

There's not much to do around Santa Destroy at first, but more gets unlocked as thew game goes on:

You can get Side Jobs at K-Entertainment and the Job Center, which can be repeated for more money. You'll need to do new jobs at the Job Center first to unlock new Assassination Gigs at K-Entertainment.

There's a training dojo at the Thunder Ryu Building, where you can increase the combo of each beam katana, and raise your Strength and Max Health once(?) between each Ranked Battle. Amusingly, a lawyer-friendly version of 'Eye of the Tiger' plays here. XP

Buy new beam katanas or add-ons for it at Naomi's Lab.

Buy new clothes at the Area 51 clothes store. On New Game Plus, some new shirts can be found around the city.

Buy a tape at Beef Head video store which will teach Travis a new wrestling move when he watches it back at his room.

There are 49 Lovikov balls to collect, which can be given to the drunk Russian man, also named Lovikov, to learn new techniques, including being able to Dash by holding A or B when the beam katana isn't out. Here's a map of where they are. It'd be a good idea to probably keep a checklist to mark off as you collect them.

Another set of collectables is trading cards that you can find in treasure chests while doing the Ranked Battle missions, which are all of wrestling mask(Suda51 loves wrestling). On New Game Plus, more trading cards can be found, but around Santa Destroy this time(which I forgot to do before sending the game back).

Before you can do the next Ranked Battle, you actually need to pay an increasing amount of money at the ATM, so you really need to do the side jobs to grind a bit.

Travis has a motorcycle to drive around Santa Destroy with, which is also used in one Side Job and Ranked Battle mission. A is accelerate and B is brake/back up, ZL is a nitro boost and ZR makes it jump. I wish it was used more or that you could have sections with combat on it.

One of the upgrades, the Accelerator, you can buy from Naomi's shop lets you find buried treasure around Santa Destroy, which will also be marked on the map/minimap. On the first playthrough, this will just be 1000 LB, but the new Trading Cards can be found this way on NG+

The last add-on from Naomi costs a huge amount of LB, and the best way to grind seems to be Assassination Gig 18.

The camera can be kind of a pain sometimes, mostly in tight areas like hallways, and it doesn't stay locked on as you dodge roll.

Two types of battles I had trouble with:

A type of 'fight' that happens a few times is having Travis hitting X or A when a line of enemies throws baseballs at you, and you need to hit it correctly to take them out, and it's three strikes to an out. I could never get the timing down to take out more than a couple of them. ^^;

As you progress, there'll be spots around town(and one Assassination Gig) where you fight a bunch of enemies but only have 1 HP.

Being a Suda51 game, it's a mix of bloody, absurd and over the top(along with some nice moments here and there), and is great for it. There's some deeper stuff about the game/characters, as well, with the second set of trading cards on NG+ having more details on the various Ranked Assassins(some of whom come back in later games one way or another).

An old but amusng detail is that Travis' design is based off of Johnny Knoxville, which fits really well. XD

I'd been meaning to play this for a while when it was back on the Wii, and all of the games are easy to play now, so I'll get to the sequels, eventually.

Next game being sent is: Detective Pikachu Returns.

[sydneysspins]

Going Upstream / Blog #2

Have you ever been downtown, in the city or different country and really needed to use the bathroom?. You enter a shop and ask if they have a restroom and are hit with the “Restrooms are for paying customers only”, so now you have to buy a $5 water bottle or pastry just to use the bathroom. Well, this Chipotle location was sick and tired of the Wednesday runners club passing through their restaurant just to use the bathroom and posted this sign on their door.

I managed to scroll by the post on FaceBook; posted by “Man Cave Laughs”, a page dedicated to posting viral memes and other content. This post garnered 2.9k comments, 15.4k reacts and 335 shares. Now, as someone who frequents Chipotle and knows this is a bad business practice, I decided to do some digging.

I’ve been to many a Chipotle that has signs posted on the doors regarding staffing issues, payment options and unavailable food items- but never something this drastic. Reading the comments, people were outraged Chipotle would treat their customers this way, while some understood the potential business practice and effect that just using the restrooms has on a business. Before I developed my opinion whether this picture was real or fake, I put it into Google’s Reverse Image Search.

When I did this, the same photo popped up posted by a plethora of different meme accounts across all social media platforms, even LinkedIn. Clicking on each link, it was essentially the same thing. Posted by some meme page, angry and divided comments with no one to trace this photo back to. Until, I was brought to the Reddit sub r/oodlyspecific, then to r/RunningCircleJe*k where someone reposted the image from the r/Chipotle subreddit.

Looking at the comments on the post from r/RunningCircleJe*k, where runners post relatable content and memes regarding running, due to this Chipotle sign these runners were ANGRY. Demanding to know the location of the Chipotle, threatening to pee in lobbies and more. In the comments, a Redditor noticed how obviously doctored the photo is, stating that it looks like someone took an innocent Chipotle sign, covered the words with a white overlay and typed their own message over top. The Redditor stated that the curve of the words towards the end of the sign is not natural and looks like someone tried to squeeze the words into the frame because they were too big.

Now, an “update” was posted from user r/yaboyscottjurek claiming that the Chipotle in question put up ANOTHER sign to further push away the runners from coming in.

At first glance, this photo does look real. The shading of the paper isn’t a bright white like the previous sign, the words look legitimate and that is obviously a Chipotle in the background. Although, taking a closer look at the image, the tape on the four corners of the poster look off. As well as the lines towards the top of the sign look jagged and cut off. But, people still fell for the image. Claiming that the new poster doesn’t make anything better, some commenters saying they will never visit Chipotle again and more. After scrolling through around 300 comments, the validity of the sign began to dissipate the older the comments got, some people even commenting a simple “not real”.

After tirelessly scrolling, someone had finally answered regarding the truth behind this ongoing debacle.

Someone who has had terrible experiences with Chipotle commented their unfavorable reaction towards this sign and automatically assumed it was real, while user TheBowerBird responded and explained that both signs were created by user Yaboyscottjurek. None of the signs were real, yet people still took toward hating on Chipotle and vowing to never eat there again because of a doctored viral image.

Always do your research before falling for fake images, epically with the advanced use of AI technology today.

[elfwreck]

cheap to produce, amateur and homemade

This is three separate points being conflated. If a "zine" must have all three of them, then 90% of the zines that were how fanfic was shared for decades are not zines - many were printed and bound at print shops, because nobody had home printers back then; many were not cheap to produce, because photocopies weren't cheap when they were new, and color copies cost A LOT. (And even way back then, there were collectible art zines with amazing cutout covers, where only a few were produced and they sold at a premium price.)

That leaves us with "amateur" - and if that means "done for love, out of a shared joy in the subject matter," then they counted. If it means "not intended to make money outside of covering expenses," some did not.

There were zine publishing companies that made an income from printing and selling zines. (They didn't make a good income - nobody was buying a second house with zine income, and most people weren't even paying their utility bills with it; it made pizza money, not rent money. But they weren't losing money on it, and they weren't just breaking even.)

Saying a zine needs to be "homemade" means "nice-looking zines can only be made by rich people, or people with hundreds of hours to burn on production." Because if it's somehow "not a zine" if you hand the final PDF to a printer and say "Make me 50 copies of this, spiral bound, and here's the cover art to print on gloss cardstock paper" - then half the K/S zines that shaped fandom today are "not zines."

Zine is short for "fan-magazine." The production quality has always been "the best that fans could make or access." Before photocopies existed, that was hectograph & mimeograph copies. Later, it was photocopies of typewritten pages with carefully-taped artwork. Later, we had home computers, home printers, and zine production shifted again. And later - color printing got cheaper, access to offset printing became widely available, and again, zines became "a magazine of my own design, using the materials and processes available to me."

(Were they "not handmade" when you had to pay 15 cents a page for photocopies instead of running your own mimeo copies?)

the whole point of a zine is that it's cheap to produce, amateur and homemade. if you're being asked to apply to participate in a print project, it is not a zine. if the final product is being printed and bound professionally, it is not a zine. if you are being asked to enter into any kind of licensing agreement more complex than "my work can be reproduced as part of this publication" it is not a zine. nine times put of ten if the final product costs more than $5 you have left zine country. im so serious about this.