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gamergirl929 · 5 months

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Anon that keeps claiming “Ali is speaking volumes by not saying anything” she literally hasn’t said anything on it. ALI has been the one who has tried to be an adult and move on. ALI has been the one who put her team first. When the news first broke she was supposed to have a press conference, said conference was then cancelled by both Ali and the teams manager because they both care about the team and knew damn well that that press conference would turn into the “what happened? What went wrong?” gossip column instead of focusing on the team and their games. Ashlyn fans can’t grasp the fact that some of us who have been following Ashlyn since her UNC days know that Ashlyn is problematic. YOU Ashlyn fans and some of the Ali fans are the problems. Ashlyn has chosen at every possible turn to make it seem like she did nothing while Ali has been focusing on herself, THEIR kids, and her family in general. Ashlyn continues to make herself out as the victim when Ali has not said one word about her or posted anything about her. The real and true problem is Ali shouldn’t have to tell the fans to back off because if she never mentioned the divorce and Ashlyn or someone close to her did that’s on them and they should have known better than to reveal that information before one of Ali’s biggest weekends.

The heat that Ashlyn is getting is of her own making. You want to get a divorce? Fine. You want to date Sophia Bush? Fine. But the fact is there are pictures that were posted and the internet is forever you can’t just delete things and assume they aren’t circulating elsewhere. Ashlyn has and will always be an adult child because she doesn’t understand that when you do stupid things you get even stupider rewards. This is not the first time where Ashlyn has been accused of cheating by fans.

Ali not speaking on it is not a problem nor will it ever be a problem because the news 1. Did not come from her 2. Of the two parties one was still on the team while the other was literally becoming irrelevant 3. Ali posting she’s in her lemonade era is a sign she was moving on and unaffected 4. The fact that teammates who have literally been on a team with Ashlyn sided with Ali that shit should speak volumes right there 5. Maybe Ashlyn should think twice before posting similar quotes with her new girl and lastly 6. Ashlyn could have pulled the plug on the news and apologized for the timing in which it came out And made a statement that was sincere that the information was not leaked from her nor did she know that it would come out and guess what she didn’t.

So if you want to blame Ali for not saying anything go ahead but she literally does not have to if she herself didn’t release this information to the public. As for the fans they take everything to the extremes anyways so why would they even listen to her. As for me personally I used to like Ashlyn and then she had some really fun lesbian headlines before her and Ali became official, that sort of turned me off and then well her personality turned me off, but I could never be Ashlyn because whomever I marry will be treated like an absolute queen if she’s an athlete I will be the number one fans all day everyday, anything she needs I got her but if we get a divorce im sure as hell not going to let that shit be released before a big game no matter how mad we are, no matter what the situation, her and her team come first. Ashlyn should have just gone radio silent for a while but noooo she couldn’t do that for herself and let everything die down.

Sorry for my rant but we are absolutely not going to act like Ali has to say something. Nor will I sit here and listen to the Ashlyn Stan’s pretend like Ashlyn has never done terrible things before.

I couldn't have said it better myself, rant away anon, rant away, because you hit the nail right on the head.

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scotianostra · 1 year

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15th January 1923 saw the birth of the wonderfully eccentric and very funny Ivor Cutler.

I first found out about the wonderful nonsensical wit of Ivor Cutler somtime in the early 80's. My best friend had the album, Life in a Scotch Sitting Room, Vol. 2 and he played it one day when we were vidsiting his mum in the North of England, I asked "Where is voliume 1" "There isn't one" was the reply, and after hearing this and the album, it actually made sense to me, you just accept it.

The poems and stories from the album were also published as a book in 1984. The album was recorded by Pete Shipton of Radio Clyde at the 3rd Eye Centre, Sauchiehall Street, Glasgow, on the 7th, 8th, 9th of July, 1977.

So who was Ivor?

Born Isadore Cutler in Govan, Glasgow, into a middle-class Jewish family of Eastern European descent. His father Jack Moris Cutler was a wholesale jeweller and had premises at 85 Queen Street. He cited his childhood as the source of his artistic temperament, recalling a sense of displacement when his younger brother was born: "Without that I would not have been so screwed up as I am, and therefore not as creative." And creative he was!

Ivor was educated at the Shawlands Academy.[4] In 1939 Cutler was evacuated to Annan. He joined the Royal Air Force as a navigator in 1942 but was soon grounded for "dreaminess", apparently more interested in looking at the clouds from the cockpit window than locating a flight path, and worked as a storeman. After the war he studied at Glasgow School of Art and became a schoolteacher.

Working at a school in Paisley, however, did not agree with Cutler. He hated discipline that required the strap, having received it more than 200 times himself, and in a dramatic gesture took the instrument from his desk, cut it into pieces and dispensed them to the class.

Leaving Scotland was, he claimed, "the beginning of my life". He settled in London for a time teaching music, dance, drama and poetry to 7- to 11-year-olds. Oh how I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall in on of his classrooms.

His dour recordings bely his existence growing up in Glasgow and seeing his peers arriving at school with bare feet - a fact which, he later claimed, helped form his leftwing political views, aged five - appeared in his hilarious writings, Life in a Scotch Sitting Room Volume 2. With lines such as "Voiding bowels in those days was unheard of. People just kept it in," he used a string of fantastical untruths to expose the reality of his life and the Spartan - and sometimes sadistic - Scottish existence.

He also taught for a time at A S Neil's Summerhill school. Dubbed a hippy academy where a different approach to education was fostered, Summerhill was run with rules agreed between staff and pupils, and the premise was to educate the whole person. This alternative philosophy appealed to Cutler. He lived in the grounds of the school. Ivor married for a time, but his parenting skills did not go down too well with his then wife, they had two sons, he sent one, on his first day at school wearing a kilt, I can see that going down well in England! His son remembers his father once taking him fake fishing,taking him out in the street, with a stick and bit of string and a fork tied on the end dangling in a puddle, being his fishing line, he also says "I couldn't say I was pleased when he felt the need to walk down the street with a carpet sample in place of a tie."

During the late 50's and into the 60's he mixed his teaching with that of entertainment, managing to secure a slot on Acker Bilk Show and Late Night Line-Up. On one such appearance he was spotted by Paul McCartney, who invited Cutler to appear in the Beatles' film Magical Mystery Tour where he played the bus conductor Buster Bloodvessel, and yes the lead singer of Bad Manners took his name from this and was also a fan of Cutler.

Through music, poetry and children’s books the songwriter, poet and “unjoiner” of thoughts perfected a brand of eccentric mischief that made him a favourite of many.

His absurdist songs – sung in dour Glaswegian tones with a wheezing harmonium for company – were an ever-present on John Peel’s radio shows, second only in rotation to The Fall. His darkly whimsical eye can be seen in contemporary British artists like David Shrigley and Martin Creed. And yet Cutler remains something of a marginal figure, known only to a devoted few.

For the latter part of his career, Cutler lived on his own in a flat on Parliament Hill Fields, north London, which he found by placing an ad in the New Statesman saying "Ivor Cutler seeks room near Heath. Cheap!". There he would receive visitors, and his companion Phyllis King, in a reception room filled with clutter, pictures and curios, including his harmonium, some ivory cutlery (a pun, of course) and a wax ear stapled to the wall with six-inch nails - proof of his dedication to the Noise Abatement Society, because of which he forbade his audience ever to whistle in appreciation at his work. The bicycle was his preferred mode of transport, its cow-horn handlebars in the sit-up-and-beg position in line with his Alexander technique practice.

He could quote from Homer, taught himself Chinese and was in the habit of frequenting Soho's Chinatown, where he could display his knowledge - although, typically, he chose Chinese above Japanese because the textbooks were cheaper. With the onset of old age he was increasingly worried about losing his memory, given that his father and brother had both developed Alzheimer's disease. It was a fear that was to be tragically fulfilled. He retired from the stage at the age of 82.

His main champion in the late 70's and 80's John Peel once remarked that Cutler was probably the only performer whose work had been featured on Radio 1, 2, 3 and 4.

Ivor Cutler died after a massive stroke on March 3rd 2006 aged 83.

I could no doubt find many stories about Ivor online but will give you some of his own whimsical word instead, first up is

Through music, poetry and children’s books the songwriter, poet and “unjoiner” of thoughts perfected a brand of eccentric mischief that made him a favourite of many.

His main champion in the late 70's and 80's John Peel once remarked that Cutler was probably the only performer whose work had been featured on Radio 1, 2, 3 and 4.

Ivor Cutler died after a massive stroke on March 3rd 2006 aged 83.

I could no doubt find many stories about Ivor online but will give you some of his own whimsical word instead, first up is

Through music, poetry and children’s books the songwriter, poet and “unjoiner” of thoughts perfected a brand of eccentric mischief that made him a favourite of many.

His main champion in the late 70's and 80's John Peel once remarked that Cutler was probably the only performer whose work had been featured on Radio 1, 2, 3 and 4.

Ivor Cutler died after a massive stroke on March 3rd 2006 aged 83.

I could no doubt find many stories about Ivor online but will give you some of his own whimsical words......... first up, here’s some wise advice from Mr Cutler.

5 Wise Saws

1. Do not kick a grocer on the leg.

2. If you kick a grocer on the leg, make sure it’s not a green grocer.

3. If you throw a ball, it moves in the air.

4. You can not erase a love letter with a nipple, no matter how rubbery.

5. If you empty your bowels at night, a shepherd will have a red face in the morning.

Life in a Scotch Sitting Room, Vol 2 Episode 6.

’Scotland gets its brains from the herring,’ said Grandpa, and we all nodded our heads with complete incomprehension. Sometimes, for a treat, we got playing with their heads; glutinous bony affairs, without room for brains, and a look of lust on their narrow soprano jaws.

The time I lifted the lid of the midden on a winter night, and there, a cool blue gleam – herring heads . . . Other heads do not gleam in the dark. So perhaps Grandpa was right.

To make sure we ate the most intelligent herring, he fished the estuary. Planted a notice, ‘Literate herring this way!‘ below the water-line at the corner where it met the sea. The paint for the notice was made of crushed heads. Red-eyed herring, sore from reading, would round the corner, read the notice and sense the estuary water, bland and eye-easing. A few feet brought them within the confining friendliness of his manilla net and a purposeful end.

There was only one way to cook it: a deep batter of porridge left from breakfast was patted round and it was fed on to the hot griddle athwart the coal fire. In seconds, a thick aroma leaned around and bent against the walls. We lay down and dribbled on the carpet. Also, the air was fresher. Time passed. In exactly twenty-five minutes the porridge cracked, and juice steamed through with a glad fizz. We ate the batter first to take the edge off our appetites, so that we could eat the herring with respect. Which we did, including the bones.

After supper, assuming the herring to have worked, we were asked questions. In Latin, Greek and Hebrew, we had to know the principal parts of verbs. In Geography, the five main glove-manufacturing towns in the Midlands, and in History, the development of Glasgow’s sewage system.

There’s nothing quite like a Scotch education. One is left with an irreparable debt. My head is full of irregular verbs still.

#scotland #scottish #glaswegian #glasgow #poet #teacher #eccentric

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thatfooltheycallweaver · 2 years

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Through Windows [Billy Hargrove x OC]

Taken from the fluff prompt "bedsharing". I have a feeling I'm not actually going to get to write any of this into a fic and I kinda want to test the waters a bit so have a thing <3

Content: Fluff, cuddling, time accurate music references, Billy being annoyed at the radio, one (1) sex joke, sleepy people

Word Count: 1,333

After getting off the phone with an unsurprisingly busy Melody, Willow realized that she would be having a quiet night alone. That was just fine with her. After cleaning off her makeup, removing her jewelry, and getting changed into something comfortable, Willow decided that she had put off reading the next chapter of The Two Towers for too long. Drawing the curtains shut, she lit some candles and put some music on, adjusting the volume; unsure if she wanted it quiet for background noise or loud enough to be the vibe she wanted. Willow settled on it being comfortably loud, as it would end up fading to the background, anyway. She pulled a blanket around herself and grabbed the book from the bedside table. The moment she opened it, she got lost in the descriptions of Middle Earth--which she had accidentally abandoned for a week or two--all over again. The music, as predicted, faded into the background as she became almost fully absorbed.

Though she was oblivious to the passage of time, her boyfriend wasn't. He wanted to get out of the house, but nothing seemed interesting enough to keep his attention. It was just his luck that he left all the cassettes in his room--and there was nothing good on the radio. He couldn't stand the sound of that one song that the stations seemed to have such a love affair with. Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham! played on every station. It had to be some sort of fucking conspiracy. He chose one that sounded like the song was almost over, so he hoped. A moment of relief, a moment of not having to hear that grating and upbeat bullshit. It was over, and he sighed to himself. But too soon. Like A Virgin by Madonna started playing, and he'd had enough. A bit frustrated, he smacked the dial to turn off the radio. He should've done it earlier, but he hated driving without music. He would've preferred--what was the name of that band she showed him?--Xmal Deutschland with Willow. Even if he couldn't understand the German lyrics, his girlfriend enjoyed the music--he had to admit, it had a beat, and the way that she danced to it was enough. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, lightly pulling at his hair to fix it, trying to figure out what he should do. He realized he could just drop by Willow's. Yeah, she could use the company. He slammed on the brakes, turning to the other side of the road and speeding off.

He got to the house and knocked on the door, quickly stopping. He saw that there weren't any lights on downstairs, but the dim lighting from the second-story window told him the house wasn't empty. He climbed up and moved onto the small overhang. He tapped on the glass, assuming she'd be able to hear it over the music. He gave a somewhat annoyed sigh, tapping the window again. The first time she noticed was when there was a quiet moment in between the tracks. She thought she was hearing things at first until there was a second, much sharper tap. Placing the Queen of Spades between the pages and placing the book on the corner of the table, she got up, pulling the curtains back.

"Billy?" She hesitated, caught off-guard. "Oh, shit--" She quickly opened the window, moving the boots out of his way for a bit of room. "Hey, I'm so sorry." She offered her hand to him. "I didn't know you'd stop by tonight."

"I've been out here for five minutes. What the fuck?"

"Loud music. Couldn't hear you. And I was distracted...I wasn't exactly staring at the window, y'know." She chuckled, a bit embarrassed. Billy lightly batted her hand away, opting to less than gracefully clamber in on his own. Not that he couldn't climb, but trademark tight jeans didn't allow for the best range of motion, and he half-tripped on the windowsill, slipping. Willow caught him, trying not to laugh.

"Shut up." He saltily mumbled.

"I offered a hand." She pointed out as he shut the window behind him. After shaking off the embarrassment--not that he would admit he was; he rolled his eyes and reached behind her, leaning close. She could smell his borderline intoxicating cologne as he shut the curtain behind her. He let go, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him, and lightly brushing the hair out of her face. She stretched beneath his touch, blushing faintly. "You're not mad at me or anything, are you?" She asked, trying to deflect.

"No." He replied, leaning in and kissing her. Willow, caught off-guard, blushed and kissed back. He pulled away after a moment, now with that familiar smirk. “You’re adorable, y’know that?”

“You're just saying that so I don't feel self-conscious about not having my makeup on.” She looked away. His smirk drifted into a small smile, his eyes glancing over her again

“Yeah, sweetheart, but not because of the makeup." Billy took off his jacket and tossed it onto one of the chairs. "It's because I know what I’m saying is a fact.” She rolled her eyes, shaking her head--he chuckled at her reaction. She pulled the blanket off the bed so he could sit.

“So why are you here?" Willow deflected, changing the subject. "I thought you were going out on your own.”

“Do I have to have a reason?”

“I was just curious, babe. No need to get so defensive.” She tilted her head somewhat. Billy sighed, laying back, taking the opportunity to kick off his boots and make himself comfortable.

“If you have to know, I got bored. And I wanted to see you. Is that so fucking bad?” He asked, looking up at her.

“Well, you’re in here, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t make me regret it.” He gave one of those half-smiles.

“As if I would ever do that.” Willow shifted slightly, sitting beside him and kissing his cheek. Smiling to himself, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. Why the hell didn't he do this earlier? His hand rested on her waist, just at the edge of her hip. She hoped it wasn't too obvious that she felt flustered, still new to the whole 'relationships and affection' thing. But this was so comfortable for them both. He stretched, subtly pulling her closer.

"Do you mind if I crash here tonight?" He half-whispered, almost as if actively trying not to fall asleep. Not that he'd admit it, but he couldn't help it. The warm lights and the atmosphere just made it too comfortable.

"If you let me up so I can blow the candles out and turn the music down, yeah."

"I have a better idea. You could turn up the music and blow me instead." He yawned before starting to laugh.

"Babe, we can't fall asleep with the candles still lit." She had a soft expression, starting to get up. He pulled her back, not wanting to let go. "Sweetheart, I'll be like three seconds." Billy gave a heavy sigh and let go.

“God, you’re so fucking demanding.”

“And yet you still put up with me.” She put out the candles, lowered the volume, and grabbed the blanket that had been carelessly piled onto the corner of the bed.

“What, am I not enough to keep you warm?” He asked as she got back beside him.

“Maybe I want you to be comfortable. Ever consider that?” She rolled her eyes with a chuckle, draping the blanket over them both; wrapping her arm around him. Billy brushed the hair out of her face, kissing her again. She kissed back, relaxing at his touch. He broke the kiss, laying back somewhat--he didn’t want to crowd her.

“Try not to keep me awake.” He mumbled--sort of glad she couldn’t see the smile on his lips at that moment.

“Only if you keep me awake."

#OC: Willow Morgan #oc x cc #billy hargrove #fluff #original character #billy hargrove x oc #stranger things #writing #1980s #feedback appreciated #billy hargrove fluff

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tofueggnoodles · 1 year

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Saiyuki Reload Blast Drama CD 3 – Track 3: Free Talk

Summary: Aside from his usual trolling of Hoshi Souichirou, Hirata Hiroaki griped about Gojyo’s ‘falling quality’ while A-san ‘revealed’ some scandalous bits from his past....

Note: As Soto pointed out, free talks aren't scripted, so the voice actors often interrupt each other, talk over one another, and mumble. I’m pretty sure I did not get everything right, so I’ll really appreciate any correction.

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Hoshi: It’s time for the cast round-table discussion of the third volume of the Saiyuki Reload Blast Drama CD. Thank you for your hard work, everyone.

Hirata: Thank you for your hard work, too.

Hoshi: Even though it’s gradually getting colder these days, everyone’s excitement warms up the recording site.

Hirata: Is that so?

Hoshi: Yes, it is.

Hirata: Was everyone excited?

Hoshi: Yes they were. Listeners who are drinking their tea–

Seki: Are they drinking tea as they listen to us?

Hirata: Yeah, are they?

Hoshi: Yes, I imagine they’re doing so while sitting at the kotatsu and eating mandarin oranges. [A kotatsu is a low, wooden table frame covered by a futon, or heavy blanket, upon which a table top sits. Underneath is a heat source, often built into the table itself.]

Seki: Ah, I see.

Hirata (to the listeners): Everyone, is that true? You’re listening to us while sitting at the kotatsu and eating oranges?

Hoshi: Perhaps with a radio cassette player–

Everyone else: Radio cassette player?

Seki: Are we talking about the Showa era? [The Showa era ended in 1989.]

Hoshi: Okay, it could be a CD radio-cassette player.

Ishida: The important point is that it’s something that can play CDs.

Hirata: That’s a valid topic for our discussion. **

Hoshi: Well, we’ve finally wrapped up the recording for the third volume. This time too, the stories were fun.

Hirata: Fun? It was not fun for me.

Hoshi: Admit it, you had fun too.

Hirata: Hey, we recorded two tracks for this third volume, didn’t we?

Seki: Yes, we did.

Hirata: Why did I have to play okama roles in both tracks?** [Gojyo played the Queen of Hearts in Track 1 and briefly impersonated an effeminate celebrity in Track 2.]

Hoshi: Ah ha!

Seki: That’s true, he did that in both tracks.

Hoshi: In the end, indeed.

Hirata: The rest of the characters kept bringing up the past.

Hoshi: I didn’t think it would come to that point.

Hirata: Furthermore, the quality is gradually decreasing–

Hoshi: It was superb, though. A success on the first try.

Hirata: In what way?

Hoshi: You succeeded on the first try, didn’t you?

Hirata: Did I? Oh well, I suppose it’s okay.

Hoshi: All right. Here is the theme for today’s discussion: For idols, there are many rules in place for the sake of preserving their looks. Do you have personal rules of your own? For example, a rule of eating pork cutlet rice on the day before a contest. [The first two syllables of the Japanese term for pork cutlet rice, katsudon, is a homonym for the verb ‘to win’ in Japanese.] If you have such a rule, please share it. Let’s start with Seki-san.

Seki: Yes! This Seki Toshihiko, who plays Genjo Sanzo. It’s not a firm rule and may sound uncool, but I like natto [fermented soybeans]. Whenever I eat natto, first I’ll add butter to the tea, then hot rice. Around the time the butter starts to melt, I’ll put the natto on top of the rice and immediately add the soy sauce.

Hirata: Sounds delicious.

Seki: This is tasty. It’s always been my rule.

Hirata: I have a question.

Seki: Please go ahead.

Hirata: By natto, did you mean the stuff made from ground soybeans?

Seki: Yes, soybeans.

Hoshi: Ah, soybeans, is it?

Hirata: Soybeans, right? You stir them round and round before eating them.

Seki: With the butter, they form a combination that tastes superb. [YMMV.... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natt%C5%8D]

Hirata: Perhaps I should try it.

Seki: Please do.

Hoshi: Let’s make it our rule too, Hirata-san.

Hirata: This does not sound like rule, as in something that Sanzo would say, like “I decided to do this today,” before going off to a match.

Hoshi: That could be a single-repetition mantra.

Hirata: What you described is just a favorite dish, isn’t it? It’s not really a rule, right?

Ishida: It’s a rule for when he’s eating natto.

Hirata: So it’s a rule, as in (doing an impersonation of Sanzo), “When I eat natto, I must add butter.” Understood.

Hoshi: I see. All right. Next, would you tell us your rule, Hirata- san?

Hirata: Me? I have none in particular.

Seki: What’s that?

Hoshi: Eh? Hirata-san’s– First, please introduce yourself.

Hirata: Ah. This is Hirata-san, er, Sha Gojyo. This is Hirata-san. Thank you for always looking after me. Recently, I’ve been playing okama characters–

Hoshi: He’s joking around.

Ishida: You’re pleased with it, aren’t you?

Hirata: I’m not.

Hoshi: You’re extremely pleased with it.

Hirata: My rule is the following: Whenever I have to play an okama character the next day, I won’t be able to sleep the night before.

Hoshi: Is that a rule?

Seki: You sound just like Osugi. [Osugi is an effeminate Japanese celebrity.]

Hirata: I can’t sleep. I feel like everyone’s thinking, “Here comes the okama again.” Is there anything else that would count as a rule? Something like superstitions? For example, making sure to step into the studio with the left foot–

Hoshi: Ah, I see.

Hirata: I don’t have that sort of rules.

Seki: Ah, yes, Hira-chan’s rule.

Hirata: Seki-san knows my rule.

Seki: Whenever I asked him if he had such a one-rule, he always answered he never had one.

Hirata: That’s my personal statement. But, did I once said something different to someone else?

Seki: Really? Something different?

Hirata: Ah, no, that’s not it. Another director absentmindedly told me off, live on the radio: “That’s it from my side. From your side – none!”

Seki: That’s probably during the early days.

Hirata: It was when I met Takakuwa-san for the third time at the recording site. [Takakuwa Hajime was the sound director for the various Saiyuki anime series and Drama CDs. https://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/people.php?id=12967] He absentmindedly–

Seki: Absentmindedly–

Hoshi: Good opening words from him.

Seki: That’s a painful experience.

Hirata: To be told “none from your side” like that, I was like “heh” – it was that kind of [awkward] mood at the time. If I’d left, I wouldn’t be in Saiyuki today.

Seki: If you were not here, it’d have been tough for us.

Hirata: Therefore, the rule that I mentioned just now, it only applies in case of Saiyuki.

Hoshi: Ah, I see.

Hirata: It’s now become my personal rule.

Hoshi: I’m glad. Well then, Ishida-san, please tell us your rule.

Ishida: Er, my rule– this is Ishida Akira, who plays Cho Hakkai. This is a tough one. Nothing seems to come to mind–

Hirata: Somehow, it feels like you’d have tonnes of rules.

Seki: You probably have lots of them your whole life.

Ishida: Do I?

Hirata: Yes, you seem like an orderly person.

Hoshi: Yes, indeed.

Hirata: You give off the air of a model student.

Ishida: Do you think so?

Hirata: Yes, I do.

Seki: First of all, whenever you ride your bicycle, you obey the traffic rules, don’t you?

Hirata: That’s a given.

Ishida: Well, I’m a man who’s broken every rule.

Seki: Oh? That’s the opposite [of what I expected]!

Hoshi: The opposite!

Ishida: Yes–

Seki: While you’re on the road?

Ishida: Yes. From the standpoint of being an idol, I’ve broken all of the love ban rules and conducted many debauched love affairs.

Hirata: Debauched love affairs?

Seki: Hey, stop it, stop it! Akira-kun, you mustn’t go on with this topic!

Ishida: Why, at this point I have lots of regrets.

Hoshi: What kind of talk is this....

Seki: Wait a minute–

Ishida: Let’s see... medical fees, child support payments and many other–

Hoshi: Eh?

Hirata: Where are you going with this?

Seki: Stop it.

Ishida: Whenever I consider the future, it sure seems tough. How long will I have to continue paying for everything? When I think about this sort of things, life seems difficult, so–

Hirata: Hold on for a second. It’s not just one or two persons you’re talking about, is it? The thing about the child support payments.

Hoshi: That’s crazy.

Ishida: That’s why, since at this stage there’s no point regretting what I’ve done, my rule is to live harshly by myself, even if I feel like I can’t go on any longer.

Hirata: I see. That’s a bit depressing.

Hoshi: That was a depressing topic.

Hirata: We should’ve cut out a portion of this volume to make space for this topic. Akira’s talk about his depressing situation has been dominating this free talk. For an omake, it’s–

Ishida: It’d be a pity to remove such an interesting drama.

Hirata: Understood. This free talk is not the place for such a drama, so let’s make a track dedicated to it. An omake Drama CD track like the Urasai sections. The title would be something like Akira’s Murky** Past–

Ishida: Even if we were to make such a Drama CD track, it’d be wasteful if it featured only the things I’ve said just now.

Hirata: It wouldn’t be, if the rest of us were to act out the various roles.

Hoshi: Act out....

Hirata: I’ll act out this part: “Akira, this child is yours!”

Seki: That’s right!

Hoshi: Hey, hey, is everything all right?

Seki: It’s just a joke.

Ishida: Well, there are many kinds of jokes.

Hoshi: Then, what’s the truth, Ishida-san?

Ishida: The truth... are you still trying to dig into it?

Hoshi: I won’t feel satisfied until I get to the truth.

Ishida: The truth is, it’d have been great if I’d done all those things.

Hoshi: Ah-ha! So it’s the opposite.

Seki: Oh, that’s how it is.

Ishida: It’d have been great if I’d done all those things, because I’d be able to give an amusing talk about them at times like this.

Hoshi: Is that so?

Hirata: That was an extremely interesting and amusing talk you gave anyway.

Seki: You definitely look happy.

Ishida: Regrettable, how regrettable.

Seki: Really.

Hirata: Haa.

Hoshi: So you made that your rule?

Ishida: Yes.

Hoshi: Ishida-san and Hirata-san have told us how their rules came to be.

Hirata: Then, how about you, who live your life in a jovial manner?

Hoshi: Jovial? Do I? Well, this is Hoshi Souichirou, who plays Son Goku.

Hirata: I know that.

Hoshi: Yes, thank you for hard work. Fundamentally, I don’t really have a rule, but if I have to call it a rule, I think it would be to eat a lot after putting in a great deal of work.

Seki: Eh, so that’s how it is.

Hirata: Then, you shouldn’t be eating at all.

Hoshi: What do you mean? What do you mean?

Hirata: You should be losing more weight.

Hoshi: Yes, I should be, but the rule I have is whenever I do my best at work, I say to myself, it’s okay to eat.

Hirata: That only applies if you do your best, right?

Hoshi: Which I do.

Hirata: Well then, you should definitely be losing more weight.

Hoshi: As I said, whenever I do my best....

Hirata: Ah, is that so. Have you been doing your best?

Seki: Say, he’s the one to decide for himself whether he’s been doing his best or not.

Hoshi: That’s right.

Hirata: So he’s using the minimum standard, isn’t he? I see.

Hoshi: That’s because we’re never told things like, “you’ve done your best today,” are we?

Ishida: We don’t get told that a lot.

Seki: We just do our work as normal.

Hoshi: Right? When we get off work, the staff members don’t go out of the way to tell us, “Ah, it’s great that you’ve worked hard today.”

Hirata: You want to be told that?

Hoshi: Well, yeah....

Hirata: To the ladies who are listening to this CD, please write he’s done his best in your letters to this guy. Otherwise, he’ll grow fat.

Hoshi: That’d be the outcome of my self-pampering rule. Right, so we’re done with the topic of personal rules.

Hirata: I wonder if our answers are useful to anyone.

Hoshi: We’ve gained extremely valuable insight from everyone here. All right, so the third volume of the Saiyuki Reload Blast Drama CD has come to an end. Does this also mean that we’ve come to the end of the series?

Hirata: Isn’t it a good thing?

Hoshi: Ah, I know–

Hirata: It’s about time. It’s been interesting, but it’s all over the place.

Hoshi: Yes, it’s rather all over the place.

Ishida: It sure is.

Hirata: Also, there’s this pattern in which the tracks end with Gojyo shouting. Isn’t it about time we got rid of it? **

Hoshi: You’re getting tired of it, aren’t you? We’ve done a lot of that.

Hirata: From the start, there’s the constant fights between Gojyo and the monkey.

Hoshi: Yeah, there’s those.

Hirata: Surely everyone’s had enough of that pattern.

Hoshi: Whenever we did a comic story, it always ended with Gojyo [getting the short end of the stick].

Hirata: Let’s make space for something new.

Hoshi: Make space for what?

Hirata: Even if we were to make a fourth volume.

Seki: Yes, we can try to create a new pattern.

Hirata: Yes, something refreshing. Don’t make Gojyo shout [at the end]. Also, don’t make him act out effeminate characters so much. How about it?

Hoshi: Got it. Well, let’s gradually discuss such a matter some other time–

Hirata: But, it’s fun.

Hoshi: It’s fun, isn’t it?

Hirata: Especially for me, who like the Urasai sections the most.

Seki: Which one is it?

Hoshi: That’s true. That’s why, the various [comic] CD Dramas are the type Hirata-san likes.

Hirata: Indeed, I enjoy doing those.

Hoshi: Well then, with everyone’s support for the CD Dramas and of course the main story as well, we look forward to seeing you again in the Saiyuki Reload Blast series. Everyone, thank you very much for listening to the end. See you again!

Seki and Hirata: Yes!

Hirata: See you again!

The other three: See you again!

Ishida: Goodbye.

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Translations of the Drama CD tracks referred to during their conversation:

(Round brackets): actions and sound effects. [Square brackets]: translator’s notes and clarifications. Double asterisks **: Stuff I am really not sure of.

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