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loaded-dog-complex · 2 years
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crossbackpoke-check · 5 months
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56 and any Yamo pairing! 🫶
i just wheezed so hard when i saw what the song was i almost snorted coffee out of my nose i am so sorry for this one
#56 - kyoto phoebe bridgers + yamo
the story of how this song ended up on my wrapped is too long so it’s going in the tags but. let me set the scene for you.
2026 NHL GLOBAL SERIES™️ JAPAN - Presented by YPPI
November 13 & 14, 2026: Dallas Stars, Montreal Canadiens, Seattle Kraken, Vancouver Canucks
Saitama Super Arena, Saitama, Japan
It’s a pitiful excuse of a consolation prize for not being able to go to the Olympics, but Kailer’s not going to look a vacation horse in the mouth. The arena’s cool. It’s huge. The people are cool. There’s so many more of them than he thought there’d be with jerseys that have his name on the back, and a lot more that have the familiar orange and blue. He takes a picture of the fifth Oilers Yamamoto jersey he signs—this one’s the good Reverse Retro—and texts it to Connor, says,
no one here has even heard of mcjesus
and gets a moon face emoji in response. Leon’s influence. Kailer’s still never really deciphered what that one means, and he doesn’t think Connor knows either.
They don’t have a lot of time off between games, but Kailer’s trying to be a good tourist. His dad had been so happy when Kailer had told him about the series that Kailer’d had to stop him from trying to book a flight a year in advance, and his mom’s been just as bad, sending him every article she sees about Best New Spot in Tokyo! Cool Restaurant! Have You Seen This Japanese Cat Café? that she scrolls across on Facebook since June. Suzy’s in the same boat, so they’ve been crossing off their compiled travel-guide list together, looping in as many guys as they can. Everyone’s been pretty game. All the teams are crammed into close quarters at the same hotel, which means everyone wants to spend as much time as possible outside of it, and it helps that Kailer’s gotten pretty close with all the other guys that the NHL picked up as Global Series figureheads. Robo’s memes? Absolutely fire. The groupchat loves them.
For every item he crosses off the list, Kailer takes a picture and keeps it tucked in his phone notes. It’s like speed-running a scavenger hunt—they’re only here for four days—but he’s doing a pretty good job. His favorite so far has been all the gardens. They’re stunning, trees shining bright red and yellow, and every vendor has been selling maple candies, maple cakes, and even fried maple, though the official maple festival doesn’t start until next week. The second garden he visits, he does it on his own after practice, buying two cakes from a cart near the gate and walking until he loses the bustle outside. It’s easy to get lost in the winding pathways, heading deeper into the quiet, and there’s dozens of benches underneath the burnished leaves where young couples are tucked away on dates, or old friends are laughing and catching up. In some of the little clearings, there’s small shrines where people leave offerings, a prayer for good luck or good fortune.
Kailer stops at one without any people and sets the second maple cake on top of it, then sits and scrolls through all the texts that he’s missed. His mom gets replied to with a picture of him outside the garden gate, grinning and surrounded by other travelers. He sends his brother a picture of a trashy graphic I Love Japan t-shirt with the threat that he’ll buy one for him, and Kailer’s dad gets a picture of the meticulously arranged and cut bonsai that are across from the bench where he’s sitting. The Seattle groupchat gets a recycled meme from Robo, and he gets two thumbs up and an “LMAO” before he can even exit the thread. Finally, Kailer takes a picture of the half-eaten maple cake in his hand, holding it next to a fallen maple leaf on the bench, and gets halfway through typing another message before he thinks better of it.
(On the plane over, Drieds was reading them a story about how when they first introduced the high-speed railway, people were afraid to use it because they thought it would be too fast for their souls to keep up.
“Bro, if that were true, you just left your soul in the middle of the Pacific,” Ebs had laughed. “Planes are faster than trains.”
“Are they?” Matty asked. “Isn’t the train in Japan the fastest in the world?”
Drieds couldn’t make it through the rest of the story over the sound of everyone ripping Matty to shreds, so Kailer didn’t get to ask whether or not they found out anything about planes. Kailer’s not worried about his soul, but the logic makes a strange kind of sense; after all, he traveled 429 miles in five and a half hours once, and that was a little too fast for his heart to keep up.)
Fuck it. Kailer’s been trying to write a response for the past ten days, and he’s sick of swiping in and out of the message, staring at the keyboard so long he starts to see swirls in his vision.
Kailer drafts the text again and sends it, no context, no caption. A text travels faster than a high-speed train or a jet. Maybe it’ll pick his heart back up on the way.
#I don’t know how this song ended up on my Spotify wrapped because phoebe bridgers is too emotionally damaging for me to listen to like.#at all unless i am In It HOWEVER. there is this one silly video that brings me so much joy and made me feel semi-reasonable about listening#to kyoto & it’s the one video of the two painter guys painting the room & the lil guy is being a menace & the other guy just looks at him s#fondly & so lovingly & is that not the thesis of kailer yamamoto. be small be a menace be beloved by everyone. ANYWAY#liv in the replies#look this was going to be such a different thing and then. my brain went HEY BUDDY GUESS THE FUCK WHAT kyoto is a city in Japan.#day off in kyoto. guess who’s Japanese. guess what the nhl loves to do as HIFE publicity. also growing the AAPI audience is HUGE and i thin#they should. like originally i had NO idea what this was going to be (i’m so lying. the line ‘i’m gonna kill you’ but incredibly fond a la#the two painters video kept replaying in my head and i was like l m a o. klimmer & kailer. no plot all vibes it’s klimmer & Kailer that’s i#there is no real plot there is no actual idea the amount of googling that i did to write just this is UNREASONABLE i would love to be norma#about anything ever but i ALSO invented so much backstory to this that has no way of appearing in the actual fic and also jokes for ME#for instance. YPPI is the american manufacturer for yamaha motorcycles and. suzuki. yamamoto. (it’s not my brainworms it’s due to a fancam)#respectfully also i cannot write this fic. i have never been to japan and i think it would take me eight years to google enough#to be relatively comfortable like y’all have never seen the extensive research i put in to fucking phiLLY and a whole other COUNTRY???#where the premise of the fic is learning how to be a tourist in your life and sometimes you have to grow out of things?#yeah i AM going to make something with the idea of Momijigari and life is ephemeral. is that a plot? no it’s vibes.#kailer goes to japan in the fall and realizes he’s a liar. who lies. (he misses [redacted]) (the redacted is because i haven’t decided)#also also. the garden reference is because a) i spent WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON GOOGLE and found out things to do in saitama and also that#kailer’s grandpa had a meticulous garden and i just think that’s neat#hiding-from-reality-56#random ficlet is unbeta’d un-anything’d i don’t know WHERE this came from or the real plot of it at all. ok thanks byeeeee
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ivan-fyodorovich-k · 2 years
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Observing the ever-increasing contempt and hostility towards the human species as a species, as unusually or even uniquely contemptible, evil, disgusting, irrelevant, vermin-like, destructive, meaningless, pointless, deserving of death and ruin, etc., I am reminded that the Genesis account of human origins as purposeful, of humans as made in the image of God, and benevolent, and an object and subject of love, is actually in its way rather radical
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soft-serve-soymilk · 2 months
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Cannot sleep :/
#just pav things#lying awake here with Inigo meta thoughts#specifically the nuances of why he never intervened when Archie and Dism were fighting#He is torn between these two ideas of reality— whether Archie is dead or alive. That is true.#But eventually the latter idea takes more of a foothold; which is just a recipe for mental disarray#It’s a break from the comfortable cycle of self-hatred and destruction. So this new thought has to be counteracted to maintain inertia#So as I understand it he’s now caught on those lingering feelings of abandonment that Archie has left him with. and he is Not Happy.#Because just as he interpreted himself as being a replacement for Dism#He’s interpreting Archie and his little motley crew as a further refusal to move on from the past#And because Inigo acts on impulse (as seen best with the 💥 arm getting blown off) he’s using that momentary anger#to distract himself from the core issue as he lashes out ✨#He’s kind of a hypocrite that one. Stresses the importance of embracing unpleasant memories as a fundamental part of your character#(To the point of berating Idyllia for going the total memory wipe route instead)#but he is ALSO an escapist at heart. Neither of them want their definition of pain so they both have terrible routines to try avoiding it ✌#I’m sorry if this made no sense Dolphin I will probably do a retake with more braincells in the next few days#You know I’ve been analysing the design of this kindergarten in sydney for VCD#It’s called Nubo. Now I’ve always had a fondness for Scandinavian aesthetics but this is PEAK#So I went down a research rabbit hole and I came out of it with a clear concept for what Amonea Montessori School should feel like!#It’s this sort of cross-concept between stereotypical Australian architecture and hygge#Those oak panels and muted colours and glass everywhere#And I can carry through to an overall unique visual identity for Amonea#After all Byrgir should feel similarly detached from Earth in it’s own subtle ways#Tapping more into solarpunk and that overall comforting feeling for Amonea in particular~#I’m so happy :D
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sepulchritude · 10 months
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I think I have a new pet peeve for people asking for a favor/service from you but framing it as them doing you a favor actually
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heirbane · 4 months
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[ anger ] / [ fear ] + maybe …. [ closer ] ?!?! idk have fun with it. lol 🐺🐇
PINNED. x @daizure
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[ ANGER ]:     sender pins receiver against the wall out of anger. [ FEAR ]: in order to frighten or intimidate the receiver, the sender shoves them back against a wall, positioning themselves so that the receiver can’t get out. [ CLOSER ]:     while pinning the receiver against the wall, sender glances down at their lips, suddenly aware of how close they are to one another…
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He must have misspoken. Gaius knew his tongue had been sharp, his patience wearing thin the longer their excursion lasted, time and circumstances chipping away at his facade.
He had barely felt as if he belonged in his own body. Garlemald was but a ghost of what she had been, a corpse with broken, shattered bones, staring up at the sky and begging for release. He felt much the same.
The moment snow began to crunch underfoot, the long forgotten Legatus felt as if he were simply observing. He wondered if this was how the Reaper avatars felt, looking over their caller's shoulder, not quite here and not quite dead.
The voice that came from his lips felt alien. His words were not his own, delayed and flat, as if he were pulling them from the very depths of what remained of the man.
It was a long reach. There was not much left.
Now, the cold sinking into his bones and forcing him to return, to be reminded of his broken bones and dislocated pieces - fractures aching and sore. He was more aware of his shortcomings in the cold.
How could he not, when they screamed at him so?
His tongue was thick in his mouth, cheek and jaw stiff, the lightning line where he had once shattered his orbital bone prickling under the skin. Gaius couldn't recall what he said.
It had puffed from his lips, settling into the stale air. With the speed of a man who was also at the end of his rope, Arye crossed the space, glove-clad hands gathering in the front of his parchment-thin undershirt. His shoulders met the cold metal wall, the back of his head bumping and his hand instinctively reaching for one of his knives.
A heavy boot settled between his own. He stared down into green irises, half-hidden by the furious pull of snowy brows.
For a moment, he was not being cornered in Broken Glass, both of them hidden away behind one of the supply buildings. He was looking at sprigs of life under the last blanket of winter, grass peeking out and pulling the covers back. It was the beginning of spring, of something new and fresh. Rebirth. Revitalization.
He was but an old dog that scarcely survived the dead of winter.
Why had he come?
The blade that pressed into his throat ripped him back. His hand was empty. Arye stood nigh on his toes, violence and fury in every syllable he spoke, blood beading at his skin and dragging down onto his collar.
" -- Do not make me repeat myself," the spring snarled, ears turned to listen for interruptions beyond them. The knife bit into his flesh. "Do you understand, Baelsar?"
He did. Gaius swallowed, gaze drifting from his own knife on under his chin to the curl of the Adventurer's lips. He drew in a deep breath, feeling himself settle back into his body for the first time since he had arrived.
"Do you oft use your enemy's munitions against them, Hviter?"
Cold air puffed into the Viera's face. His expression tightened, hackles raising, the sound of leather shifting as the man's grip tightened on Gaius' knife.
Arye opened his mouth, cheeks pink with cold and rage.
"No matter. Keep it," Gaius spoke. He pulled back, finding just enough room to force his way out of Arye's cornering, the knife sliding against his throat further as he created space betwixt them. He felt the cold nibble at the wound, the slice clean and thin across his throat.
"Ganathain has one of my own in his possession, too. Mayhaps it is best," he said, adjusting his neckerchief to hide the weeping wound. "For you to have one, lest you sully one of your own blades with my blood. Keep it. You may have use of it yet."
His shoulder bumped Arye's chest. He stepped around the Warrior, eye contact sharp and steady, and did not break his gaze until he disappeared from behind the warehouse himself.
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humming-fly · 2 years
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Tbh I love you getting into Meta Knight because that means I get to revive my fixation in Meta Knight through you and it's glorious
rekindling interests in meta knight be like
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I hate the idea of “modernized” adaptations.. if anything we should do the opposite.. take a popular show from 2015 and remake it set in the 1850s or 1400s or something.. it’s about the COSTUMES, it’s about the settings...!! i see fucking iphones and skinny jeans and mcdonalds and automobiles every day of my life.. it’s boring!!!! WHERE are the people in long velvet cloaks.. the elaborate architecture.. the showcase of previously forgotten technology and culture relevant to the time period.... 
#I can't think of a single show that I wouldn't like MORE if it were set in either a historical or a fantasy world#(so long as it had an actual budget and the 'historical fashion' wasn't like.. a prom dress from JC penny or something)#even reality tv shows#I would love a mockumentary style fake 'reality tv' (since it's actually actors doing improv not real people) version of like#bad girls club set in the 1600s or like in a fantasy setting ghvghvgfh#NOTHING.. NOTHING can not be improved by simply setting it in a time and place that is not our own#n o t h i n g#and EVERYTHING can be made worse by setting it in modern times#i have had ENOUGH of modern times.. i fucking LIVE here#let's see something else for a change PLEASE#I don't want to hear a character talk about TikTok... they should be talking about Telegram or Treacherous Magic Portal#Of Communication.#All characters are instantly made better with the knowledge that jeff bezos does not exist to them and none of them have#ever sent a text or rode in a car#(single exception is like 1890s-1910s automobiles that look funny and ONLY if they're a very minor part of the setting OR in a fantasy world#(like.. orcs that actually have cars but it's that type of car gjbjhhj... I like the idea of elevanting fantasy technology in a world#beyond the typical like weird medieval sort of vibes  where some groups DO have tech similar to the real world but just older or worse#or weirder versions. elves have basic telegrams and are figuring out glass plate photography. vampires are trying to master#flight at the moment and they keep failing and just sending people off the edge of cliffs to explode. etc. etc. ghbhjb)#ANYWAY .. you get what i mean ghbhj#I'm still trying to go through every media I've ever watched and think if any of them would be worse set in a historical or fantasy#world and I can't think of any.. ultimate improvement tool (again. with the assumption that it's actually handled WELL with a thought out#researched world and decent budget. etc.)#*watching masterchef or something completely average* wow what if everyone was in baroque costumes instead.. this would be better#somehow.. surely the cooking would be improved
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silhouettecrow · 9 months
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365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 212
Adjective: Scenic
Noun: Mortuary
Definitions for those who need/want them:
Scenic: providing or relating to views of impressive or beautiful natural scenery; relating to theatrical scenery; (of a picture) representing an incident
Mortuary: a funeral home or morgue
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juroguro · 2 years
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anti-rpf j blogs are so confusing to me because. the plot of dollhouse is by definition romcomdram jIud rpf. idk what to tell you
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selfundiagnosed · 1 year
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&&the mental gymnastics they do to sleep each night without a guilty conscience so they can convince themselves their disgusting behavior is justified toward you🤥
#weird but creative lies#oddly specific enough to be believable lies#the reality of your actions & lack thereof are SO painful youd rather convince yourself of a lie to make you feel better#i am DYING to know what other lies you tell your loved ones about me haha#but the fact that someone who trusted your word snitched on you and told me your weird idea of smearing my name thru the mud#and with what you lied about its clear it comes from a place of deep insecurity of what you know im telling other people you did to ne#idk the parallels between me talking abt my lived experience with you as a close friend vs what you told your family im saying about THEM?#just own up to your wicked good ability to displace blame and make me look like a crazy person#oh youre telling everyone i put you in danger?!#i need to put you in more danger and make you look like your word is paper thin!#see theyre calling random people theyve never met nazis!! obviously i did nothing wrong not telling you i brought one to your house#you are so sick ive been wrestling for over a year since i found out#for you to take how uncomfortable that made me feel knowing you had a chance to tell me and didnt#and over a year later you still wont see why it hurt#but I understood why you didnt tell me so i trief to ask for spacr to heal our relationship and you snaked around that boundary#and tried to manipulate the people AROUND ME into forgiving you before i was ready#everyone does things to other humans that fuck them up. it does not reflect you. what reflects you as a person is how you handle it#and youre just burying your head in the sand acting like youre above it
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digital-roots · 2 years
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Going to scream and cry and throw up avarice is a synonym for greed not wrath
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kendev · 1 year
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first post..
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melonpond · 2 years
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girl help I'm yearning
#melon rambles#I've been thinking too much about this relationship dynamic that I want to write#in my story there's this knight who's trying to prove herself and work her way to the top#(before realizing that the kingdom she's working for is corrupt)#and her character arc is realizing that she's not going to be happy by being at the top and giving her life to the corrupt kingdom#and she finds her new purpose it protecting her loved ones#even if it means going against the law#(she basically just had a shift from lawful good to neutral good)#and her love interest is a cleric who she originally met because she was reckless and got injured a lot#but then they had chemistry and the cleric made the knight promise her that she wouldn't get injured anymore#and they go on adventures together (still haven't figure out the exact plot yet) and there's a lot of stuff with fate and destiny#cleric lady becomes a lot more important as she leaves her home to do stuff that the kingdom looks down upon but will actually bring peace#and knight lady is constantly stays by her side and protects her#and they both don't think that they're actually that important or deserving of what they've given each other#but in reality their fates are intertwined like a strong rope#and if they had never met then both of them would probably be dead and the world would never have changed like it did#anyways all that to say I've been thinking more about my book recently#and the idea of wielding a sword and being able to protect your lover from anything is just oufugfhgdgfhgfhfghgffghfdsf#I am yearning so much for a partner
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