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spitblaze · 6 months

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do you have any recommendations for people going to japan?

do you have any recommendations for 3ds/ds/etc games someone could play on a 14 hour plane ride to japan?

Reccomendations for Japan, like in general?? Kinda vague, but lemme think and also tag @doktorpeace and @draayder for their thoughts too

-If you're going to Tokyo, Kabukicho is a MUST. It's the entertainment district! If there's anywhere in Tokyo you're not gonna look like a dumbass for walking around and gawking at things. It's Kabukicho. And there's plenty to gawk at! The square outside of Toho theater usually has something going on, there's TONS of small music venues, @doktorpeace once said something like 'you could eat at a different restaurant every day for every meal for a year and not run out of good places to eat in Kabukicho' and they are SO right. As a bonus if you've ever played a Yakuza/LaD/RGG game you almost definitely know most of the layout already. Kabukicho is not hard to navigate at all, and I'm sure that's intentional. Anyway. Go to Kabukicho. Explore the Don Quixote. Eat the food. Take a picture with the Godzilla statue. 10/10

-Honestly? I expected Harajuku to be a lot more expensive than it was, but then again the USD has more buying power than usual in Japan? Anyway the thing about Tokyo is that people there are intimidatingly trendy, I went there and now I understand why Splatoon is like that, the youths of Tokyo will wear their heavy black visual kei outfits during record-breaking heatwaves because fashion is THAT important. Anyway it's real easy to find good-quality clothes for reasonable prices there, and also a bunch of thrift shops full of cool stuff! You'll find a sweater for any American pro or college sports team you can think of and that's a promise. Fair warning, shibuya thrifting will not be significantly cheaper than regular retail, unless you're shopping for traditional Japanese clothing, in which case you absolutely should and I reccomend a store called Chicago, they had a HUGE selection. Spinns is a good store too, they also have a website that I keep meaning to order stuff from.......

-Osaka is really cool, but if you're there you're gonna want to stop by the Amerika-mura part of town. Very cool, very artsy, it feels kinda like Shibuya, if Shibuya was more like New York? Kinda?? The point is that it's VERY cool over there, there's a lot of art and neat places to get snacks and clothing stores. Absolutely check it out if you can

-the best burger I've ever had in my life was the kobe beef burger at Kokopelli. The guy who runs the place spent a lot of time in the states. I greeted him in Japanese and he said back 'hey guys what's up' in a perfect Midwestern accent. Anyway extremely good. Get some burgers there if you can

As for video games...... @doktorpeace played through Pokemon Ultra Sun on the plane ride. Don’t do that. Just play regular Sun/Moon. I was playing a lot of Octopath Traveler 2 and The World Ends With You Neo on that trip myself, and my partners both took turns with Pikmin 4 (which had just come out).

If you have a 3ds, basically any Shin Megami Tensei game you can get running on there would be a good choice, I personally reccomend SMT4/SMT4 Apocalypse and SMT Soul Hackers in terms of native hardware, I'm sure you could get the PS1 smt on there with some homebrewing and elbow grease, it can emulate basically everything up to the Sega Saturn just fine. Also Etrian Odyssey is really good, play the Untold versions on 3ds for 1 and 2 and the re-release on Switch for 3. 4, 5, and Nexus are all 3ds native. There's also a mystery dungeon game but it's only okay.

But uuuuuuh if you have like...a steam deck there's a LOT of Baldur's Gate. Like a lot. This game is huge. There are also two entire Psychonauts games! Did you know that?? Did you know you can play Psychonauts?? Did you know that is a game y

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amjustagirl · 2 years

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chapter 7: one step forward (a million steps back)

chapters: 7 / 15 pairing: miya osamu x f! reader genre: romance, angst, fluff, inarizaki shenanigans wc: 2.8k summary: miya osamu does not dare set fire to his heart. it burns anyway.

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Swapping the backdrop from the rural countryside to the bustling metropolis does not dampen your feelings for Miya Osamu in any way.

You’d always thought he was attractive with his strong chin, the sturdy sweep of his shoulders but now your gaze lingers on him more and more, appreciating the openness of his smile, the warmth of his eyes. His heart is too big to cram into his chest, and you like him all the more for it - the consideration he pays to his staff (and you), the gruff love he shows his family, the genuine care he gives to his guests. It scares you, how much you love - like him, craving for his attention, his friendship suddenly insufficient when you want more. Your name sounds beautiful when he says it, even though you’ve always hated it (a relic of your past), and you stand a little taller, smile a little wider when he’s anywhere near you.

“So, the boss huh.” Suzuki states with a motherly pat to your shoulders. “Finally.”

The rest of the staff seem to share her sentiment, nudging you forward whenever they see the opportunity to leave you and Osamu alone, elbowing you with grins whenever Osamu smiles at you, nodding approvingly whenever he offers to walk you home (or to the night shift) after late nights at the restaurant.

You’re a terrible liar so you just shrug helplessly, biting your bottom lip. “Not that I know what to do”, you admit.

Which is true. You’ve had crushes before - handsome boys who accompany their parents to your father’s sushi restaurant, classmates who were unattainable, out of reach but you’d put them on a pedestal, imagining how you’d enjoy being one half of a couple, holding hands, sharing smiles. But this is different. You’ve never had anyone you actually, truly, really like for who they are, and there’s so so much to like about Miya Osamu.

Suzuki’s expression turns sympathetic when you confess all of this to her, your voice small, unsure. “I’ll help you”, she promises. “The boss needs something more than just work in his life, and I bet he probably feels the same way about you. From the way he looks at you, at least.”

“You think so?” you ask, but she doesn’t bother giving you a response, sending out texts on her phone at machine gun speed, and the next thing you know, she’s roped in Kaiyo and the entire staff (who’s itching to get involved anyway) to aid in the mission of capturing the elusive heart of one Miya Osamu.

Step one - feed the chef.

Suzuki-san and Kaiyo unanimously pronounce that the way to Miya Osamu’s heart is through his stomach. A tired saying, but one that rings true for the chef-owner of Onigiri Miya.

“But what am I supposed to cook for him that he can’t already cook for himself?” you protest, though whatever you say falls on deaf ears.

You consider baking something, but your parents’ old house lacks a working oven, understandable since your parents (and yourself, nowadays) would only retreat home for rest. You consider buying him some upscale delicacy, some sort of expensive cake or mochi or sweet treat of sorts, but it seems needlessly expensive and it’s not like Osamu’s a food snob to begin with. Then you overhear Osamu complaining that he can’t find the time to travel to the Kobe fishmarket to check out what’s on offer this winter deep sea fishing season, and an idea forms in your head.

He doesn’t have the time, but you do.

So you call in favours from your father’s old business acquaintances, pop down into Kobe before dawn in long unworn wet market boots, returning back to Osaka with your bounty. You stare at the array of fresh seafood. Kani, a whole hairy crab, splayed old, pincers wriggling out at you in an indication it’s still alive. Pearly grey oysters, all unshucked. Yellowtail, the fish still gasping, Madai, the red seabream’s gills glistening in the light. A bagful of shrimp, each impossibly long, perfectly pink.

You’re not quite sure what to do with them, so you present them all in their box, packed with ice. Like a floral arrangement, a bouquet of seafood to your intended conquest.

He gapes silently, eyes wide as dinner plates, darting between the box and yourself. “Surprise”, you say needlessly, weakly.

“It’s too much”, he says at first, but thanks you with boyish enthusiasm, when you explain he’ll only let the food go to waste if he doesn’t take it from you. He throws an impromptu party with staff and family that night with the spoils from your gift, unabashedly asking if you’d show him the best way to prepare the fish. It’s gratifying to watch everyone ooh and aah as the course after course of decadent seafood emerges from the kitchen, more so when he slumps beside you, head down on the countertop in an obvious food coma at the end of the night.

“What’s the occasion for all of this?” he asks, almost lost to sleep.

It’s just three simple words, but you chicken out. Courage has never been your strongest suit. “To thank you for being my friend”, you say instead, which is kinda, sorta true.

“You never need to thank me for that”, he says, before laughing at himself, at the cheesiness of what he’s just said.

You think otherwise, but you just echo the cadence of his laugh.

(one step forwards, two steps back)

Step two - show him affection.

You’re instructed by Kaiyo and Suzuki-san to express your affection for him.

“Physically”, Kaiyo says, “since you seem incapable of doing so with words.”

You feel like telling her that you’ve grown up without the blueprint to showing human affection, especially romantic affection.

“Okay look”, she adds after a few beats of you staring goggle eyed at her. “Just follow what ‘Tsumu and I do, k? You can try hugging him when he walks you home - don’t look at me like that, as if I don’t know that he does, honestly - the two of you act like you’re in high school, but act on your feelings and maybe hold his hand too - “

“You don’t hug Atsumu”, you point out. “You smack him and poke him and tickle him, and occasionally exchange kisses.”

“That’s what passes for foreplay in his mind -”

You wince. “I did not need to know that.”

“But if you wanna kiss Osamu, hey, you do you, I’m a great believer in goin’ out there and taking life by its balls.”

“Baby, I’m sittin’ right here when you’re talkin’ about me and - please don’t take me by the balls”, Atsumu pleads, covering Shoma’s ears with large hands. “Sounds painful.”

Kaiyo’s grin is shark-like. Yet Atsumu just gazes at her like a lovelorn puppy. You…admire their marital bliss, but you probably should not take them as role models in lessons of physical affection. Perhaps you can try your best to channel the Kitas instead with their open affection and gentle care for each other.

So you brush past him in the restaurant when you pass him dishes, greet him with a side hug which he returns with a chuckle when he comes to your place to bring Kombu-chan yet another treat, ruffling his hair when he does his best at baby-talking your haughty cat. You lean into him, chasing the heat his body emits when you leave his shop to fetch some item that’s run out, returning with your shirt translucent, clinging and wet with rain.

“Shoulda made sure you went out with an umbrella”, he mutters, frowning as you shiver.

His frown deepens as you lose your balance and nearly topple backwards, mind fogging up as he rubs his hands together to generate even more heat before clasping yours between his, so careful and gentle almost as if he’s afraid you might shatter. “I’m okay”, you breathe, but that doesn’t seem to reassure him, because your goosebumps line your flesh, your teeth chattering.

“Time for you to go home”, he says flatly.

Suzuki-san gives you a conspiratorial grin when he takes your elbow to escort you home, his arm heavy on your shoulders. “Take care of her”, she calls after him. He doesn’t respond, but the determination in his stride indicates he fully intends to.

His closeness grounds you and knocks you off your feet at the same time. You don’t even realise that you’re at your front door until he extracts your spare key from beneath your floor mat, Kombu-chan peeping between the gate to investigate.

“Shower, now”, he orders and you obey without a fight.

When you emerge, hair towelled dry, skin damp and warm from steam, there’s a warm cup of ginger and honey on the table. Your rice cooker hums, a glistening, perfectly fried egg waiting for you to plop it in your mouth. Ceramic clinks in the metal sink, a pair of wooden chopsticks line your bowl. “Eat, and then sleep”, he says again, mouth pinched. “Don’t want you t’come down with a cold or somethin’ worse.”

Usually when he shows you any sort of kindness (which is almost too often, because Miya Osamu is the best man you know), you just thank him with varying degrees of politeness and awkwardness, unable to express how actually grateful you are that he’s found you worthy of being nice to, but today, after freezing in the winter’s first rainstorm and dragging yourself through puddles and mud, your reserve peels away.

“Won’t come down with a cold”, you murmur before winding your arms around Osamu, the man frozen as you pull him into a semblance of a hug.

You wonder a half-second too late if you’ve overstepped before he relaxes, shoulders carefully settling. You could too easily get used to this, learn to be addicted to this - the feeling of him in your arms, large and strong and sturdy, basking in the heat of his body like sitting cross legged before a fireplace. He smells a little like rain himself, earthy and damp and there’s a hint of sesame oil, fragrant and nutty.

Then he disentangles himself from you, hands under your arms so he can hold you carefully away from him. You shudder from the sudden loss of warmth, whining under your breath.

“You’re definitely gonna get sick tomorrow”, he says, brushing a large palm against your overheated forehead, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Bed, now.”

He keeps you at a polite distance, hovers by the threshold to your room as you settle into bed, only crossing it once to bring Kombu-chan in, dropping her onto your lap. “Goodnight”, he murmurs before leaving you behind in darkness, thunder rolling in the horizon.

You crawl on your knees, tugging the curtains open, letting the tiniest sliver of light into your room as you lie face-up on your bed. Count the cracks in your ceilings, even though you already know the answer. Kombu-chan ends up deserting you and you stay awake for hours, only dropping off to sleep when the rain clears and the moon peeks out behind clouds.

After that, you’re unable to find any reason to show Osamu any physical affection whatsoever. It’s as if he’s constructed a force field to keep you out, the hair on your arms rising, almost crackling when he skirts around you, as if - as if he’s wary of you.

Oh, you conclude. You overstepped.

You apologise the next opportunity you get, but Osamu scrunches his eyebrows together, as if he’s trying to decipher whether he should be confused or offended that you even brought it up. “Don’t be silly”, he waves you off. It’s not clear whether he means it’s truly fine, because he goes back to normal after a while, reaching out to ruffle your hair when you bump his elbow with yours, but you’re not sure what to believe so you just - you just respect the distance he’s put between you.

(one step forward, three steps back)

“You two are hopeless”, Kaiyo says crossly after zero progress is made on the chasing Miya Osamu front. “Maybe we should just lock you both in the store room until proximity and time makes you desperate enough to just spit out that you like him, it’s not rocket science, y’know -”

Atsumu just shakes his head, balancing Shoma on his lap.

“What!” she exclaims peevishly. “Maybe you could contribute some suggestions, since you and Osamu shared the same womb.”

“Just grab him and kiss him”, he chortles, dodging a swat from his wife. “Worked like a charm for me.”

You just look at him with distrust. “I think I’ll pass, thanks”, you demur politely.

Step three - date night, just him and you.

“Maybe you should just be direct and ask him out on a date”, Kaiyo suggests. Suzuki-san nods with approval, and you agree readily, because you’d been facing their ire for failing to tell Osamu your feelings which is far easier said than done, but neither are going to listen to you anyway. So you do, asking him out for dinner on Monday, the only day of the week he’s willing to take a break (enforced by me, Suzuki-san tells you smugly), and he accepts without question.

It’s a last ditch attempt, a final shot before you’ll throw in the towel, give him up completely.

“Did you specify it was a date?” Kaiyo asks, face-palming when you admit with a sheepish smile no.

“It should be obvious!” you protest, because why else would you ask him specifically out for dinner at a fancy restaurant booked out weeks in advance by couples, serving fine French food and good Italian wines, but Osamu proves you wrong.

First, it’s bad enough that he turns up fifteen minutes late, but he sticks out like a sore thumb in jeans and a t-shirt. Second, he looks around and wonders aloud about the coincidence of everyone around you sitting in pairs. Third, and most egregiously, the sin that Kaiyo will slap the back of his head for as punishment, to which he’ll just frown at her, arguing his innocence -

“D’you mind if a friend joins us tonight? He’s havin’ a tough time.”

He doesn’t need to look at you with puppy dog eyes, doesn’t need to pout because you’re weak, unable to refuse anything he asks of you.

“Sure”, you reply.

That’s how Suna Rintaro, middle blocker of the EJP Raijin and soon-to-be divorcee and single father of one, ends up at your table, an awkward trio in a room full of cooing couples. He sulks through appetisers, pronounces that romance is overrated when the couple next to you shows off their engagement ring to their thoroughly unimpressed waiter, and eyes you with contempt when Osamu slips off to the washroom.

“He’s not interested. You should take a hint, like the rest of the women clamouring to date him.”

You splutter into your glass of water, choking out coughs. “I’m not - we’re just - I mean -” He levels a stare at you through feline eyes, decidedly unconvinced.

“Yeah, right.” Sharp, concise.

Shame burns through your veins, spreading like quickfire. You regret all of this immediately, whispering your excuses to Osamu when he returns to the table, confused by your sudden haste to leave. The nip of the early winter chill only serves to inflame your regret, making you want to drown yourself into a rain filled puddle.

Kombu-chan noses about your ankles when you stumble home, a bedraggled, sad creature wearing the tatters of her ego, the dregs of her dignity. “At least one of us is happy”, you tell her when you feed her a treat.

She meows and steps all over you as you lie facedown on the floor.

Osamu turns up at the end of your shift when you fail to turn up at his shop again, armed with his usual bribe of onigiris and mochi. “Was Suna rude to you, that lil’ shit?” he asks without preamble, face contorting into something ugly, harsh beneath artificial fluorescent lights.

You lie through your teeth, murmuring a no as you stare at your feet. You don’t even dare to look up at him, not when you’re still smarting from being seen right through by a close friend of his.

“He said somethin’, didn’t he?” Osamu persists, sighing when you match his stubbornness, shaking your head to pretend otherwise.

Osamu’s too busy, too distracted to spend much time trying to draw out exactly what’s wrong, what’s ailing you (the restaurant’s renovations are almost complete, he tells you, and he’s preparing a soft launch for family and friends, you have to be there of course), so he just walks you home, patting your back and saying “don’t mind Rin, he’s a piece of shit right now cos’ life is kinda rough for him”.

“There’s nothing to mind, Osamu. Really, I’m fine”, you reply with a cheerfulness that’s decidedly forced.

“Really?”

Your stomach always burns when you lie. You pick up Kombu-chan, burying your face in her fur, willing your innards to stop tearing itself into shreds. “You don’t have to worry about me, ‘Samu.”

You’re lying again, but he doesn’t need to know the truth.

(one step forward, a million steps back)

a/n: oh 'samu. oh suna. oh, poor, poor reader. i put her through the wringer ><

#Haikyuu x reader #Hq x reader #miya osamu #miya osamu x y/n #Haikyuu angst #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu x you #osamu x you #osamu x reader #osamu x y/n #miya atsumu #suna rintaro #haikyuu romance #haikyuu fluff #inarizaki #set fire to your heart

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ichigoaini · 1 month

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Magazine pages from Yasuyuki Okamura’s debut

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“In 1987: a singer to look out for– Yasuyuki Okamura”

An ideal type of guy: It's safe to let a girl who says she wants a kind and artistic guy to fix her, after experiencing love about a hundred times. The type is a girl who appears cold at first but is actually a good person. It's better to deal with someone like that after becoming more mature. In 1987, a beautiful egotist stirs up the world.

More pages and manuscripts under the cut ~

Appearing larger on stage is an extremely important talent for musicians. Superstars like Mick Jagger, David Bowie, and Bruce Springsteen are all just a little over 170 centimeters, not particularly tall by Western standards. However, on stage, they appear larger than life. When we saw Okamura before us during this photo shoot, he seemed much smaller than the stage image, despite being 178 centimeters tall. Yet, on stage, Okamura appeared like a giant, almost 190 centimeters tall. His debut happened on the massive stage of the Budokan, where he showcased an unusual presence for a newcomer. What will happen when his confidence and popularity as an artist further develop?

Debut Q&A

Q1: what is the origin of your name? I don’t know

Q2: date and place of birth? August 14 1965, Kobe

Q3: height, weight? 178, 58

Q4: Family structure? father, mother, younger brother

Q5: what were you called as a child (nicknames)? Pink Panther or Yacchan

Q6: Hobbies or pastimes? Long phone calls

Q7: Favourite sport? Basketball

Q8: favourite food? Egg

Q9: food you don’t like? Salad that has fruit

Q10: favourite colour? purple and black

Q11: Blood type personality? Type B, cute guy, but narrow-minded

Q12: Average hours of sleep every night? about 4~6 hours

Q13: what do you wear when you sleep? nothing

Q14: average amount of money spent every month? not sure

Q15: what do you spend it on? also not sure

Q16: If you could buy anything, what would you buy? Love

Q17: the thing you want most in the world right now? Love

Q18: the most important thing to you currently? Love

Q19: do you have any weird habits? I don’t know what you mean…

Q20: are you superstitious? nope

Q21: what is attractive in a girl? when she says things like “I like you” I go crazy

Q22: what would an ideal date be? Disneyland

Q23: tell me, how do you pick up girls? I’ve never actually made a pass at a girl before.

Q24: when and where was your first kiss? I'm not going to tell you.

Q25: Were you shocked? maybe.

Q26: what do you say when you get rejected? “if you leave me, the meaning of my life disappears”

Q27: has love ever made you cry? maybe.

Q28: what would you do if you were born a woman? I don’t know

Q29: what do the women you like wear? anything sexy (in my opinion)

Q30: who do you admire? Seiko Matsuda and Jack Nicholson

Q31: who is your rival? Akina Nakamori

Q32: the saddest thing that happened after your debut? nothing!

Q33: the happiest thing? when I went to the record shop and my own song was playing

Q34: what would you be doing if not music? I don’t know

Q35: the first record you ever bought? Beautiful Sunday

Q36: if you could only bring one record to a deserted island, what would you take? My own.

Q37: most watched TV programmes? Sanma no Manma (a chat show)

Q38: a role (in TV or a film) you would like to play? the role of a person in love

Q39: a place you’d like to visit? a girl’s room

Q40: have you experienced a severe injury or illness? no

Q41: memories of childhood pranks? I was a stupid kid, so I never thought of ever doing that.

Q42: Somebody who you can’t forgive? somebody who’s phony.. Well, not really.

Q43: if you could leave only one thing in a time capsule? a video of myself

Q44: what will you be doing in 5 years time? I’d like to perform all around the world

Q45: if there were 3 minutes until the end of the world who would you call? a girl who loves me

Q46: Finally, anything you want to say? Listen to “OUT OF BLUE”

Yasuyuki Okamura’s debut at the Budokan: “I want people to take the title 'YELLOW' in their own way when they hear it”

With his debut between last year and this year, it is safe to say with no exaggeration that Yasuyuki Okamura is one of most promising newcomers in the music industry… The interest in his work was sparked by him providing songs for Misato Watanabe and Koji Kikkawa among others. His first stage appearance was at the Nippon Budokan, shortly after the release of his debut single “OUT OF BLUE” (EPIC Sony). Despite the unusual format of a guest appearance at the public radio event, it was a success from the outset. He acted like a “show-off” but had a kind of “star” glamour.

“A debut show at the Budokan is something you’ll never experience again, and it’s a very special experience. I’m interested in doing more shows, because many people lack showmanship: the spirit is the best sense of the word.”

Okamura’s long-awaited debut album “YELLOW”, released in March, had been in the works for 10 months. Apart from some assistance with lyrics and arrangements, the music is all his own, self produced. In fact, this was apparently the reason for the album’s delay in completion.

“I was originally going to have someone else to write the lyrics: but when I did, the words didn’t really suit me. And so I wrote my own, I worked very hard but I can’t just leave it to someone else. If you don’t sing what you think, or what you think about yourself, you won’t inspire any affection for the song itself.”

His songs are filled with a quiet anger. In the flood of modern information and world affairs it sounds like a cry of “I won’t be fooled.” The problems plaguing the Middle East and famine in Africa are all sung about on an everyday level, transmitted through the brown noise of TV. However, there is a strong sense that the message is not being said out loud, but rather it is internally understood. “I don’t mean to sound like another 60s douche, but I’m not sure what I can even do about it. So naturally I have to be a bystander… There are a hundred different ways to receive the news, if that is the case, then it’s not for me to tell them to do this or that, but rather to leave it to themselves to understand. The title of the LP is “YELLOW”, I want everyone who hears it to take it in any way they want, so that’s why I gave it this title. It’s vague but I think it comes across well, though.” For example, the track ‘Water Bed’ on the LP interpolates The Beatles’ ‘Strawberry Fields Forever’ lyrics.

Yasuyuki Okamura will hold a one-man concert at Shibuya Public Hall on 22nd of April.

Images source: https://twitter.com/Limited_Night_/status/1241929114879025152

#岡村靖幸 #Okamura #Yasuyuki #jpop idol #jpop icons #jpop #80s music #80s jpop #松田聖子 #中森明菜 #seiko matsuda #akina nakamori #jpop translation #my translations #japanese magazine #the beatles #Koji Kikkawa

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courtinggreatnes · 1 year

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lionmarkspodcast · 7 months

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Katie and Cass review Destruction in Kobe, talk Wrestle Dream, and discuss the rumors about Tony Khan buying NJPW and Stardom.

(listen here)

#njpw #njpw podcasts #podcast episodes

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greatwyrmgold · 3 months

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Sasaki and Peeps is an anime with a somewhat convoluted premise (hence its first episode being 48 minutes long instead of 23).

Sasaki (a salaryman in a dead-end job) buys a talking Java sparrow to keep him company. It turns out that this sparrow (now named Peeps) is a sage exiled from another world, that he wants Kobe beef (since one of the pet store clerks was saying it's the best food), and that he can teach Sasaki magic.

Peeps and Sasaki can teleport back to the world Peeps came from. They use this ability to set up a trading business! Sasaki buys cheap convenience-store stuff from our world and sells it in a pre-industrial world for a huge price. Sasaki hasn't figured out any way to turn those gold coins into something he can use on Earth, which is probably part of why he funded a restaurant to give some random cook he saw getting fired a place to work.

One night, Sasaki sees a guy with a blade-hand attacking a woman, so Sasaki shoots him with an ice spell. Turns out the guy and woman are both "psychics," a type of superhuman that exists in the shadows of Japan, and that the woman is a member of the Japanese government's psychic...police...thing. And he recruited Sasaki!

Sasaki doesn't like that, because he's still a middle-aged salaryman at heart. He might have magic, but that doesn't mean he wants to run around shooting ice at superpowered criminals all the time!

Which makes me wonder...why does Sasaki stick around on Earth? We haven't seen any connection he has with other people on Earth aside from Peeps, he doesn't like his job, and he has a small fortune in fantasy money.

Yeah, if he stops going to his Earth job, he won't be able to buy stuff at a convenience store, but he should be able to set up a decent living for himself off of one last haul. He set up a whole restaurant after just a couple trips, after all! If Sasaki wanted, he could presumably set up other businesses. Maybe even some that make use of his 21st-century knowledge! He's probably not as crafty as Myne, but he could probably figure something out, right?

#writing this before watching episode 2; it's possible that this will be answered at some point #sasaki and peeps #random thoughts

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marmiteprinter · 3 months

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The round came to an end that night when the season rolled over to Summer.

At the end of the round, Ash is 54, Kobe is 50, Oak is 20 and Sage is 15.

They're still one of my richest families - the grocery store pulls in between §4000-§6000 per day and they always have a fair amount in reserve. I'll save it up for when Sage moves out so he has enough to buy a decent home. It's only fair as Oak is getting the farm and grocery store! (Daisy didn't take much money with her when she moved out as the Military has free housing and no taxes or bills).

The next family is the O'Donnells. Onwards!

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moonnightdew · 6 months

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THOUGHTS ON WHATS GOING ON IN THE WORLD

Harassing people in their Instagram & Tik Tok comments is not gonna force them speak about Palestinian. A lot of y’all under family or birthday pictures calling people “selfish” for simply living their life. It’s so demonic & a perfect example of energy vampirism 🧿

I can’t even begin to explain how wrong this is on some many levels. Yet there’s so many people doing this. You can’t use an event that you weren’t there for, that isn’t even happening to YOU— to attack someone else. You’re draining someone else’s energy for an ego boost. It’s energy vampirism. You can’t be mad, because someone is living their life normally, celebrating a birthday/ holiday or something good happens to them during a time of tragedy ( happening somewhere else). I don’t know WHY I have to keep repeating & explaining this, because it’s common sense. So it’s proof that there’s dark energies at play here.

This is what they did with Kobe Bryant’s death & the 2020 Black Lives Matter Protests. Many people were attacked & called “selfish” for not protesting, destroying buildings & cars, for living their lives & for simply not being sad or depressed.

I really wanna do a whole breakdown of how energy vampires are using what’s happening in Palestine to attack innocent people & drain their energy. I swear it’s like a ritual. Lower energies are feeding right now

Like you want me to apologize for not being sad or depressed right now? You don’t get invalidate & dismiss the lives of others, because there’s a war going on in some other country. You don’t get to compare tragedies or trauma! Do I need to remind everyone of what black people have BEEN through & are still going through? Thousands of indigenous women are being murder or going missing everyday.

What will you gain from attacking people? Time waits for no one. The world will not stop because of ONE tragedy when there’s thousands of tragedies everyday. You people are not using common sense & it’s clear you simply want your ego stroked.

I have nothing to say about world events anymore. I’m all talked out. I��m tired of trying to make my voice heard, but being attacked & shut down by haters. I’m not fighting. I’m not protesting & I will not stop my life for anyone or anything. Simple. I refuse to be any form of sad, stressed or crying right now. I will not apologize for celebrating my goals, my perseverance & my birthday after everything I’ve been through. I will not apologize for living the life I deserve. If you want to be mad at someone be mad at “God” or the government. So many of you are directing your anger, pain or just simply urge to be chaotic at innocent people. I’m not selfish for LIVING MY LIFE. I will NOT feel getting for LIVING NORMALLY.

It’s like you guys want people to commit suicide… why would we have survivors guilt for simply being alive another day as usual???? This is reality.

Whenever there’s a VIRAL world event / tragedy suddenly everyone attacks you for posting on Instagram, celebrating your birthday/ holiday, eating dinner with your family or buying your kids a toy. They say “so selfish! There’s dead kids who don’t get to play!” “Not everyone has a family to eat with. So tone deaf” “why are you posting & people are dying?” “Are you going to say something about the deaths?” “You’re really celebrating your birthday, instead of protesting to help? Sick.” “Not everyone had

WHAT’S WRONG WITH EVERYONE??? You’re digusting to sit & shame someone (for something you were doing not too long ago), but now you want to put on a fake performance for social media. It’s so weird & disturbing to bring up the misfortunes of others, when someone is just living their life. Why should we feel guilty for eating, drinking, sleeping & breathing. Are you ok in the head?

Energy harvesting is REAL. Do not allow what’s outside of you to lower your energy. Wish people well. Send love, light & prayers & move on. Choose your battles. You should not be fighting a battle that’s not yours. Your journey is your own. Your life is your own.

You’ll notice us sensitive people being very quiet & going ghost at this time, because there’s so many spiritual & physical attacks right now. You don’t have to speak or involve yourself in anything you don’t feel comfortable with. Don’t allow peer pressure to overpower your intuition.

I feel something coming & it is not good… protect yourself. 🧿 🖤

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