#pounding mochi

[tanuki-kimono]

(Happy Moon Festival everyone 🐇🌕)

BUFF moon rabbits pounding mochi, hilarious gashapon figurines by Qualia released this September to celebrated Tsukimi (moon festival).

Mochitsuki (pounding mochi with a wooden mallet) does indeed require stamina:

#japana #art #gashapon #figurine #tama usagi #gyokuto #moon rabbit #white rabbit #rabbit #bunny #tsukimi #autumn in japan #mochi #mochitsuki #pounding mochi #Youtube

[xitty]

I recreated a scene from that one Yuzuru 3* card story.

#niki's kitchen did mochi pounding #ibara didn't participate at first but yuzuru provoked him a little #and then ibara tried to make it hard for yuzuru to turn the mochi #by not making a steady rhythm #but yuzuru had no trouble and was like 'keep doing your best ibara ♪' #ensemble stars #yuzuru fushimi #ibara saegusa

[metropolitant]

DISCOVER THE MAGIC OF SAKURA: A DAY-TO-NIGHT EXPERIENCE AT GARDENS BY THE BAY

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#Anime Garden #cherry blossoms #cosplay artists #gardens by the bay #Ikebana #Japanese culture #Japanese music concerts. #Kinkakuji Temple #Kyoto #mochi-pounding #Sakura floral display #traditional tea ceremony #yozakura

[bpgpfesyi]

great now I have an obsession with these characters

#mochi pounding #rhythm heaven #video

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

You know I get Katakuri’s worry about being too big for his darling, but I’d get so damn frustrated about him avoiding actually fucking me. I’d probably either demand his dick or just cry and beg for him lol.

I would love his cock but I also know that I would rather not die in any way similar to Mr. Hands lol. I think I'd just be like "ok, what if you just put the tip inside me right as you're about to cum. You get to fill me up like a pastry and I get to not have a perforated colon. Win-win, love 💖"

#.sillyshit #thots #those nerds that go 'uhm actually a dick bigger than like 7 inches would probably be painful irl' #I'm sorry but idgaf about real life. i want to imagine getting railed because imagination is FUN and so is getting my pussy pounded #by a 15 foot tall man with fangs that can turn into mochi. Fuck realism. fuck ME 🥺 #.katakuri #.one piece

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

from looking at the wiki i've concluded that other languages get all the funny translations. esp the italian and german versions. i mean i think the wiki should be taken with a slight grain of salt when it comes to translations but also.

these are all hilarious but the obvious highlight is paul quickthrow-

why is this glee club's italian name.

these aren't very funny but also two of these things are not like the others-

i get why the korean version didn't go with mochi but idk why the french, spanish n italian version were just like. "haha hammers go brr."

megamix's remixes have great names.

why did the spanish and german translations look at cosmic dance and go "ah yes. psychedelic."

,,, okay i see why it isn't cosmic dance at least (ft. french translation to show this' space dance)-

dingdong rocket.

#puppy rambles #rhythm hell #rhythm heaven #rhythm rally #glee club #space soccer #mochi pounding #honeybee remix #machine remix #barbershop remix #songbird remix #cosmic dance #space dance #launch party #i probably missed some other funny ones-

[magna-bratta]

Jim finally got his revenge and he only needed to blow this planet a new asshole to do it

#2x13 obsession #god i love long complicated trek episode names #if only they make it easier to search for #love that spock is all #‘Dr Mccoy you’re the most irrational person I know can u pls explain my baby’s recent inexplicable behavior’ #and god Jim’s past is so delicious #it’s not enough that he survived a holocaust #he then survived a massacre #then killed his own best friend #*pinches fingers* moahMOAH survivor’s guilt and PTSD coming out his ears I LOVE IT gimme more #honestly went in thinking ‘Ok lets see what this Spirk stuff is all about’ #went our slamming doors and pounding tables #I WANT THAT CAPTAIN ASS KNEADED LIKE MOCHI DOUGH GET ON IT FEDERATION OF TENTACLED SPACE FARING RACES

[poptartmochi]

oracule momence on the mind.. dmc5 ost on the ear.... fight!!!!

#the beef between oracule momence and dmc... i was SO deep into the former when the latter came and pounded my brain like it was mochi lmao #i think dmc has been here for like.. maybe 9 months now. taking up all the ram of my mind.. oracule momence never stood a chance lmao #sriracha.txt

[trashbatistrash]

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#hate the feeling of waking up after crying and your frontal lobe feels like so much pounded mochi #I hate stress

[sohya]

mochi is so underrated that writing sweet gushy toothachingly sweet fluff for him makes me wanna cry

#i really love him sm #he's big big husband material #a gentle giant if you will #but still would be able to pound the pain away in your mind if you were having a bad day #also looking at the tr exhibition #how are you gonna make cute lil plushies of all the characters but not mochi #hurts so bad #i want a mochi plushie

[nostalgicstickers]

#sticker: glitter #sticker: rabbit #sticker: mochi pound #sticker: hi

[augustinewrites]

cw: it’s just angst & jjk manga spoilers

satoru wakes with a start.

his breaths come a little faster than his body can process, his heart is pounding in his chest, and his head feels like someone’s stuck a hot poker in it. 

it takes him what feels like a few minutes to settle down again, clutching the bedsheets in a tightly wound fist. 

once things seemed to have returned to a normal level, he tries to remember what’d startled him. was it a dream? a memory? had he simply jerked himself awake whilst on the precipice of sleep, like you claimed he did—

his mind seems to be clearing up, because his next instinct is to sit up and make sure you’re okay.

you’re fine, sound asleep on your side of the bed. 

satoru relaxes, albeit only slightly. he’s not sure why he’d been struck with such sudden panic. there’s just this…feeling. he might even go as far as to call it an overwhelming sense of dread, if he were dramatic.

there’s something. it’s hiding in the back of his brain, somewhere even his six eyes can’t find or comprehend. 

he leans back against the headboard, reaching up to run his hands through then lightly grip the strands of his hair. outside, the sun’s barely peeking over the horizon, but whatever had startled him had left him wide awake. 

“the kids are gonna be up soon,” you mumble, pulling him out of the mess of his mind. “better sleep while you have time.” 

time. the word flashes like a flint strike in his mind, but the sparks don’t quite catch yet.

so he lays next to you, wrapping an arm around you to pull you into his chest. he feels a bit better, with you in his arms. 

“what’s wrong?” you mumble, voice thick with sleep. 

“nothing,” he lies.

you hum, but he knows that you know him too well. you always know when he’s lying. 

you twist in his arms so the two of you are face to face, the tip of your nose brushing his. 

your sleepy gaze finds his, sending him a small smile. “hi.”

he doesn’t reply because he finds he’s too busy memorizing the details or your face; the flecks of colour in your eyes, the slope of your nose. it’s as if it’s the first time he’s seeing it.

or maybe the last.

the thought comes out of nowhere and scares him so badly that he tries to pull away.

“hey,” you murmur, cradling his face in your hands. he catches your wrist intending to pull you away, but instead he clings to you like a lifeline. you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. “you’re okay.”

he wants to believe you, he really does. but anxiety is beginning to gnaw on the edge of his sanity.

“something’s wrong,” he admits quietly. “i don’t— i don’t know—”

“you worry too much,” you sigh, your thumb smoothing over his cheek. 

“i just want us all to be safe,” he tells you. 

“i know,” you hum again, smiling a little sadly. “i just wish you wouldn’t let it come at your expense.”

there are a lot of things he wants to say in this moment. he wants to ask why you’re worried, because you know he’s the strongest. that he would rip the heavens apart for you. he wants to tell you that he has a plan, and that he knows it’ll work. 

(a plan for what? he thinks briefly. he can’t remember.)

but most of all…he wants to tell you that he loves you and the life you’ve built together. too much to leave it all behind. 

but all that comes out is,

“i’d rather it be me than any of you.” 

“don’t say that,” you frown. “we need you. i need you.”

there’s an awful ache settled deep in his chest, carving into the place where his heart sits.

“well, it’s a good thing i’m not planning to go anywhere anytime soon.” lie. “i love you.”

truth.

he rests his forehead against yours, tangling his fingers with yours. 

the memories hit him like a gut punch. 

handmade mochi. the flick of a lighter. a beach in okinawa. megumi and tsumiki laughing. you in your wedding dress, telling him you love him. 

a crowded station. the beginning of the end. 

his eyelids are suddenly heavy. there’s not enough time, he panics. that can’t be it—

“i’ll be here when you wake up,” you promise, and even though you sound like you’re a million miles away, he can hear the sadness in your voice. “you can rest now.”

satoru closes his eyes.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk angst #jjk manga spoilers #jjk spoilers

[ineffable-gallimaufry]

man it's kinda weird to miss the weird and kinda horny anime i used to watch in sixth and seventh grade but i kinda miss watching ms kobayashi's dragon maid and uh... those other yaoi/yuri things i used to watch

#my memory sucks but i wish i was back in seventh grade watching some weird dragon lady pound mochi with her unrequited crush #maybe i am romanticising the actual viewing experience but oh well #🌸 haruhi txt.

[dirt-str1der]

Kokomi only has good takes about this story

#Listen to my problems #thinking about the time i said 'sure you can borrow my mochi maker' when i should have said HOW ABOUT I POUND YOU INTO MOCHI INSTEAD

[kirbyskisses]

regret || reuniting with gojo

wc: 1,060

written for @gatoru. gn!reader, the reader and gojo are married with kids, otherwise canon!compliant, light mentions of blood, angst with a happy ending, manga spoilers, probably going to become a full series, my man is home😭

minors/ageless blogs dni

“no sorcerer dies without regrets.” it was a phrase principal masamichi liked to repeat to prospective sorcerers; you remember when he said it to itadori as you and your husband stood behind the eager, pink-haired teen that very first day he arrived into the jujutsu world - just a vessel for sukuna.

and now that same king of curses - having taken the form of your beloved adopted son megumi instead - knocks you straight down from miles high.

so here you are - falling, dying, regretting. regretting that you couldn’t see megumi’s often hidden smile again, or share banana bread with nanami one last time, or laugh as nobara gets excited at the smallest urban details of tokyo.

but then, life flashing before your eyes each second feeling like an eon - you start remembering the good too.

your kids are safe; the little pair of toddlers with their father’s white hair and blue eyes, happily tumbling around the beaches of kenya with miguel, unaware of the chaos and death surrounding you.

your students are strong. so strong. you got to live and love so many people - too many to name; yuuta, ieri, ichiji…

and satoru.

maybe it’s the rush of chemicals as your bleeding body plummets that’s causing you to hallucinate but it’s like you can see it all. like you can feel it all.

you can taste the sugar and dough of all the dessert shops he’d force you to raid with him at ungodly hours of the night. you can feel the tight grip of his larger hand around yours and how much you treasured the very act of him releasing his limitless barrier just to squeeze your warmer palm. he always ran cold and so there was a chill to the way he’d touch you and to his his lips would gently and teasingly come down to yours. then to your jaw, then to your neck.

you can feel how tight he’d hug you - sometimes joyously like when he swung you around the second you told him he’d be a father - and to twins no less - and sometimes in a fit of anger and sadness. the cold christmas morning where he killed suguru and clung to you so tightly as if you too would shatter and leave him the second he let go.

you hear the sound of his laugh, of his moans and whines when he was inside you, of his sighs of boredom on the train or when meeting with the higher ups he so loathed, his snores, or his words when he was an arrogant teenager who would use a new pick up line on you every day - they’re all ringing in your ears.

no sorcerer dies without regrets. that’s true but you still had a good life. a life with him in it. you close your eyes completely ready to smash against the ground and feel it end.

and then you stop. not on wood or pavement, no. you’re completely paused and held against cool skin and cloth. you didn’t just slow, you stopped dead. you’re paused in the air and as the adrenaline courses through your veins you think surely you’ve already hit the ground and died instantaneously. surely, this stillness is whatever comes after.

but you’re not dead because you can feel yourself breathing. and hear your own heartbeat pounding in you head. eyes scrunched shut, all the memories stop and you confirm your own survival with a heavy inhale.

everything should smell blood and cold air and cement. but instead the scent filling your nose is that distinct mix of brushwood, cologne and mochi. the ringing in your ears lessens as your breathing steadies, replaced by a single, calming apology.

“sorry, my love.”

you hesitantly open your eyes, soft white hair and blue sky-filled ones meeting your gaze with a soft, ever-confident smile.

“i didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

“satoru…” you can barely breathe it out, taking in that he’s really here, really free, really holding you like a bride. he leans down so his forehead is against yours, hair mingling together as your breathing slows.

“don’t speak.” he murmurs softly, watching your cursed energy start the technique reversal process to heal yourself - as much as he missed your voice, your focus should be on your wounds. his eyes turn to sukuna’s direction, an unhinged anger hiding underneath his otherwise happy eyes at how the vile curse so deeply injured the love of his life.

“megumi bound himself in there, yeah? so i can kill him and not hurt our kid.”

you nod; overwhelmed as you are, your heart softens at how it’s still the same satoru who would take silly videos at megumi’s middle school graduation - a proud father-figure ready to kill the parasite that’s using his student as a host.

“and the twins? you got them out of japan?”

he warps you away from all the carnage and exhales in relief when you nod in soft confirmation. you take in your surroundings. this is your bedroom. the darkness of a simple domain covers the outside - no curses will get in. it’s home - for the first time since this disastrous chain of events started you’re home. you’re somewhere safe, your family is safe, and gojo’s here.

“that’s all i need. you did more than enough and gave him one hell of a fight, so heal up until i come back - no one will find you here.”

you open your mouth to speak but you don’t even know what to say; that you’re glad he’s home? that you’re sorry for not managing to kill sukuna or kenjaku in time? that you counted every hour he was gone afraid you’d never see his handsome face and confident demeanor again - that you love him more than life? should you thank him for saving you from certain death?

instead before you can make a solid thought, he pats your head, strokes down your face with a familiar touch and - after what felt like an eternity apart - presses his lips to yours over and over and over until he’s sure you’ve memorized both his taste and the fact that he’s here to stay. then he turns to go back with one confident proclamation.

“i’ll take it from here, okay?”

#gojo daddy #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #x reader #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jujutsu kaisen  #jjk x reader #jjk spoilers #jjk 221 #jjk manga spoilers #jjk manga #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk imagines #megumi fushiguro #jjk miguel #ryoumen sukuna #ryomen sukuna