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shirtlessjohnnysidols · 2 months
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Takizawa Hideaki
Takizawa Kabuki 10th anniversary booklet
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littleeyesofpallas · 6 months
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Mother Parasite[マザーパラサイト]
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redactednzilch · 1 year
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I finally completed Horrorpotamus and god was it horrible
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all medals acquired finally and also here's the slot incase anyone wants to copy.
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smackbaby · 2 years
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Takki keeps "tweeting" by changing his bio. I'm obsessed with this old man.
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chisaiyume · 3 months
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Tackey & Tsubasa [2002-2018]
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apieceofyoungcheese · 6 months
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ilhoonftw · 1 year
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king & prince members leaving ... it's so weird how it went down. like their sales were good and tours also 🤔 probably management decided to prioritize other group(s) and the dudes decided even knowing the risk of getting cockblocked 🥲
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rubrumacai · 8 months
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quick sanitised edit of Tackey for spooky season (following an art trend i saw popping up)
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pizzacast · 2 years
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Billy being a used car salesman is still one of funniest things to me, him in a tackey pastel suit, showing coustmers what’s hot on the market and him talking bullshit.
Him and Steve having sex in a used car and after they’re done, Steve is like “maybe you shouldn’t sell that one.”
Billy only rolls his eyes and puts a sign on the car that says “half off and gently used.”
(All though the way Steve fucked Billy in that car was nothing gentle)
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shirtlessjohnnysidols · 5 months
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Tackey & Tsubasa
Potato 2002.12
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littleeyesofpallas · 8 months
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Marusei!![マルセイ!! ]
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artzychic27 · 1 year
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(Just based off something from a Discord discussion a while ago. Here’s the Couffaine kids plus Vivica!)
Luka/Juleka: Here he comes, the Reptile Man, he's always ready with a trick or a scam!
Vivica: *angrily plays the ukulele*
Luka/Juleka: With his purple hair, tackey goatee, and outfit from glam rock 80s! He's a liar and a rogue who will take your songs and leave! He'll take away your happiness and fill the hole with grief! Here he comes, the Reptile Man, he's always ready with a trick or a scam!
Vivica: *angrily plays the mouth harp*
Luka/Juleka: He's a no-good husband and a deadbeat dad! If he disappeared for good, then we'd all be glad! His makeup's shit and his manner is brash! If you split him down the middle, all you'll find is trash! Here he comes, the Reptile Man, he's always ready with a trick or a scam!
Jagged: Where's the candy?
Anarka: There isn't any, just garbage to symbolize how rotten the Reptile Man is on the inside.
Vivica: *Angrily plays the violin*
Luka/Juleka: Got a hole for a soul and a heart like a knife! He let down his kids and wife! Never, ever marry him, he'll ruin your life! The Reptile Man! He's always ready with a trick! Or a lie! Or a con! Or a hustle! Or a hoax! Or a fraud! *Vivica angrily plays the drums* Or a racket! Or a sham! Or a diddle! Or a fiddle! Or a scam!
Akuma Class/Science Kids/Jagged Stone: 😨
Ivan: ... Well, it wasn't about me.
Jagged: Yeah, I know. I got the hint.
Luka: Don’t worry dad, the Reptile Man isn’t about you. It’s a tradition as old as time. Mom said it started when the lousy mooching Pilgrims first came to the Natives homeland and they were all abandoned by their deadbeat father. You know, the British.
(Will this be a thing in SB&IB?... Don't know)
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film-in-my-soul · 7 months
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Hi! How are you? If you have the time what do you think of Darkfic for Icemav or First Kiss for Steddie for the ficlet bingo?
Sorry this took so long! First Kiss as a prompt was taken, but Darkfic was open and has created the first bingo!
.⋆。°✩ Werewolf!Maverick is captured and betrayed. There's only one person who could have done it. ✩°。⋆.
WARNING: Capture, Blood/Violence, Arguably Unhappy Ending
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He's in a cage. That's the first thought Maverick has because even with his eyes shut, glued tackey at the lashes from who knows what, he can feel the space enclosing him and the chill of metal, barely body warm beneath his cheek and naked side. His feet are bare is the next observation, and finally, when the fogginess keeping his brain locked in a confused tailspin lets up, the muzzle strapped across his face makes itself known. There's a bit between his teeth, locked in place by a wide meshed cup hooked just over his nose and beneath his chin, pressing into his cheeks at the edges, and four straps connect to a tightly cinched knot at the back of his head.
A growl, unbidden, rips from Maverick's throat, and when he tries to bring his hands to his face, eyes finally cracking open as he fights to be upright and fights to be free, it becomes blatantly clear that his wrists are cuffed and connected to a length of inflexible metal. The end is attached to the front-facing bars of the cage, a ring punched through the bottom and hooked to the lowestmost point, allowing Maverick just enough mobility to touch the front of the muzzle but not the back, not if he doesn't want to dislocate his shoulders or drag himself to the bars where he is now able to make out movement beyond.
All at once, as if a switch is flipped, his brain comes to life, and the rest of his circumstances come pouring into awareness. Guards, two of them armed and wrapped in heavy kevlar, are stationed a few feet away, their backs turned. The guns on their hips are tasers, but that's almost worse for Maverick. Elecritcy likes to linger; it scrambles his nerves and zaps his strength. A bullet? He's shrugged off worse.
Past them, Maverick sees a handful of bodies draped in white coats. There's also lab equipment and, sickeningly, more cages. He can't smell anything past antiseptic and sweat, his own and that of the people rushing around, and there's a low-level hum unnatural enough that he can tell it's intentional, probably meant to keep him disoriented.
Once he's sat up, just about to really test the strength of his bindings and trying to will his faster metabolism to burn out whatever the hell they knocked him out with, one of the two guards in front of his cage seems to realize he's awake. They bang on the metal bars, first with the flat of their palm, then, thinking better of it, with a long metal baton.
"Don't even think about it, dog. Causing us problems isn't gonna go well for you." There's a nasty kind of smugness in his tone, and Maverick, pushed to the edge of anger and desperation just on the basis of having been caught, bares his teeth around the metal in his mouth, knowing that the flash of his freshly elongated fangs will be unmistakable through the slits in the muzzle. The growl he lets out now is louder, too, filled with promise. The guard turns, and when they lock eyes, Maverick gives a mighty and meaningful yank on the pole connected to his right wrist.
It hurts, digs into his skin, and makes him bleed, but it has the effect of pissing off the guard enough that they come a step closer. When Maverick does it again, snarling now, bestial and taunting, making as much of a racket as he can manage, they get closer. The guard begins to raise the baton in their hand, obviously trying to menace and missing by a mile. Maverick uses the opportunity between the rise and fall of their arm to swing his leg out from beneath him and kick it between the just wide enough opening of the cage bars. He brings his leg down, hard and fast, and wants to yip in glee when he smells the fresh tang of blood and feels the skin split beneath the claws on his toes.
They shouldn't have taken his shoes. They shouldn't have assumed he was restrained with just his hands and teeth locked away.
The pop of the taser from the second guard is expected, but Maverick manages to get his leg back into the cage before it happens and swallows down his pitiful sounds of pain while the guard he'd maimed wails where they've fallen. It's as satisfying as it can be.
He's still shaking with the aftershocks of the electricity when the air in the room changes, panic from the surrounding bodies after the attack dwindling into a heavy silence. The sound of loafer heels clicking against the flat stone of the lab floor punctuates the appearance of whom Maverick can only assume is the person in charge.
Blinking away the painful tears of the tasing, he sees another coat and follows the line of folded arms over a broad chest. He sees blue eyes and slicked-back dirty blonde hair, too. Maverick sees the smirk.
His stomach rolls.
"I thought I warned you," the newcomer says, voice low and stern but still smiling somehow as his gaze never leaves Maverick's from between the cage bars, "he's dangerous."
Maverick forces himself back into a crouch, but this time, he keeps himself as far back as he can manage without looking like he's cowering. He meets Ice's stare with as large of a sneer as he can manage around the bit, his mouth pulling painfully enough that tasting his own blood isn't surprising.
Ice takes a calculated step forward, over the body of the guard they've just left there, passed out or dead, and tilts his head like he's interested in the half-animal stance that Maverick's taken up in the prison he now knows how he was shoved so easily into.
"Let's see how long you can keep that up, Mave-rick." 
There's something in Ice's expression, caught in the corner of his upturned lips as he inspects Maverick closer, and if Maverick were more generous, further away from the edge of feral over this turn of events, he might call it displeasure. But he's not. He's furious.
So, instead, Maverick lets a low rumble build in his chest and tries to promise, in every non-verbal way he can, that Ice will get to see just how limitless his capacity for danger is.
Ficlet Bingo! (Still Squares Left!)
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thebroccolination · 1 year
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[Content Warning: sexual assault of minors]
There’s a documentary airing tomorrow on BBC2 about the late Johnny Kitagawa and the very open secret of the many sexual assault allegations against him.
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For the uninitiated, Johnny was the founder and CEO of what I believe has been the most powerful music agency in Japan’s history. After founding the agency in 1962, Johnny and his sister Mary are known to have pulled a lot of questionable and downright abusive tactics to gain the amount of power J&A has enjoyed over the Japanese media industry.
Since their influence has been waning over the past decade or so, it’s difficult to explain concisely how strong they were, especially in the nineties and early aughts.
Like, companies were forbidden from using the idols’ images without express permission, so magazines would need to publish previews for upcoming issues featuring blacked-out silhouettes of the idols.
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The point was to make J&A idols seem more exclusive and distant to augment their appeal, so only when the magazine was officially released were their images uncensored.
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And of course, forever looming in the background were the ever-present allegations of sexual abuse by Johnny himself.
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This isn’t in question, either. When detailed testaments from teenage boys were gathered and published in a massive expose by a well-known tabloid back in 1999, Johnny sued for defamation of character. Some of the charges—that J&A supplied minors with alcohol and drugs—were dropped. But the court found legitimacy in the sexual abuse charges. (The transcript is available in Japanese online somewhere, but I can’t remember where off the top of my head. I don’t remember if it was ever translated into English, but I’ll come back with a link if I find it.)
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[Variety] Johnny Kitagawa: Power, Abuse, and the Japanese Omerta by Mark Schilling
Regardless, an official charge was never made, the public and fandom overlooked this open secret, and Johnny himself continued to live a wealthy and relatively secretive life behind the wall of his talents’ fame until his death in 2019 at the age of 87.
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If you’re getting cult vibes from this, you’re drawing some sound conclusions
As an American fan who was once deep in the J&A fandoms of Tackey & Tsubasa, NEWS, Kanjani8, V6, KinKi Kids, etc.…this was a wild place to be in many ways.
From the outside, it’s probably simple enough to look at the facts and understand how clear-cut this is. Fans weren’t ignorant, either, and there was a persistent moral issue in supporting beloved idols while knowing that it led to a known abuser at the top.
And of course, not everyone believed or believes the allegations. Even if tomorrow’s documentary proves without doubt that Johnny Kitagawa sexually assaulted the children and teenagers under his power, there will always be defenders among the fanbase. At the lowest tier of morality, there will always be people whose personal comfort comes first, and rape is a big ole sad face threatening to ruin the flawless facade of Silly Handsome Rainbow Concert Land.
That said, I think what complicated things for a wide swath of the fanbase who did believe the allegations was how affectionately the idols themselves used to and still talk about Johnny. The man’s image for most fans was of an eccentric old man who had an acerbic sense of humor and spoke in random English snippets. “Did you see him?” an idol once asked the audience during a concert. “He was visiting backstage and said, ‘It’s hot out there today. They must be hot, those poor fans outside.’ So he took a box of bottled water and went to hand out waters to people.” Some fans exclaimed in recognition, and the idol laughed and said, “Someone remembers!” Because Johnny himself rarely appeared for interviews and released photos of himself only once every thousand years, the ongoing joke was that hardly anyone among the general public would have recognized this random old man as the mighty mogul of the music world. And because the idols themselves told such quirky stories, many fans chose to take the word of the idols they admired rather than confront the reality in newspapers.
While I lived in Japan, I rarely heard the allegations discussed, and whenever I brought it up among Japanese fans, the atmosphere got awkward and quiet until someone changed the subject. Worse was when I discussed it with members of the general public, many of whom seemed overwhelmingly aware but dismissive. “He’s a weird guy,” an older man once told me wryly. “Everyone knows he’s gay. That’s what they do.”
The subject of Johnny Kitagawa’s abuse is such a wide-reaching and nuanced subject, there’s no way the BBC documentary will be able to introduce Japan’s media culture, the entire J&A system, and the depth of Johnny’s abuse in an hour. But I’m relieved that it’s happening at all because for so, so long, the Japanese media has been unwilling to lose the money-making factory that is J&A by shining a spotlight on Johnny’s crimes, and so the victims of his abuse have been either ignored or reviled.
The thing to remember, I think, is the thing I keep coming back to. The vast majority of these idols joined J&A very young, and many of the older members in their twenties, thirties, and up have no other job experience to this day. Most have no university degree, and some never graduated or even attended high school. This is all some of them have, all they’ve ever had, and the sheer fear of needing to go into the job market at sixteen with nothing on your resume but junior high and “danced behind famous people for three years” in a country as stringent as Japan is unimaginable to me.
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(TV Guide’s June 2000 cover featuring the Golden Era of Johnny’s Juniors, most of whom worked so extensively that they were unable to graduate high school or university. In more recent years, the agency has put stronger emphasis on Juniors pursuing their education.)
I don’t follow J&A idols anymore, but I imagine it’s less common today for someone to casually explain that he joined the agency at twelve to help support his struggling single mother and siblings. One of the saddest things I’ve ever heard Takizawa Hideaki say was how happy he was at fourteen when he realized he was among other boys whose fathers had abandoned their families. He grew up in poverty and joined J&A at thirteen, and if I start talking about his history with the agency I’ll never stop. (Thankfully, he and most of his generation have left the agency since Johnny’s death and are pursuing their own paths—though none that I’m aware of have spoken ill of their former boss.)
In the nineties, Juniors slept in two dormitories. Dormitory A was where the Juniors guaranteed to debut slept, and boys in Dormitory B knew it. The most famous boys living in the Kanto region—Takki, Tsubasa, Arashi, Yamapi, etc.—all lived in Dormitory A. After Shukan Bunshun published their expose, the dormitories were permanently closed down.
There’s no way to know what the silenced survivors have been through psychologically. Johnny himself is dead, so closure has to come from allowing the survivors heal however they need to. Japan is notoriously lacking in mental healthcare or awareness let alone compassion for sexual abuse survivors, so perhaps addressing that is the first step so they can find that closure privately.
In any case, the documentary airs tomorrow on BBC2, and I’ll be watching and hoping this is the first step in exposing the crimes committed and opening compassion for the survivors.
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aguadyne · 3 months
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ytmusic kill yourself why can't I download tackey and tsubasas music
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ilhoonftw · 2 years
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jpop stans who remember the infamous 'johnny ent marriage queue'... veteran discount
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