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#literally devastated i can’t be there for this i’ve heard nothing but RAVE reviews about kober’s adam 💚💚💚
hereliesbeetlejuice · 2 years
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literally gonna cry seeing how happy Alex is to be performing in a broadway show alongside one of his longtime best friends :’)
Happy Adam debut to Andrew Kober!!! 👻
link to the full curtain call below ⬇️
https://youtu.be/3d6uz8cQw4w
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tinayoufatlarrdd · 5 years
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Frankly, they didn’t start on the best term.
He met Y/N during a photoshoot for a certain famous magazine. She was assigned to grace the cover of said magazine with the photograph of the world’s most it couple, Harry Styles and the supermodel who gained the universal acclaim for ‘taming the baby Mick Jagger’.
It was all fun and pretty until Y/N accidentally stepped on the girlfriend’s polished toes.
“For fuck’s sake!” Harry screamed at Y/N as the supermodel girlfriend suddenly started limping her way to Harry, asking for some sort of first aid.
Y/N couldn’t stop muttering sorry, offering ice blocks, even kneeling next to the supermodel girlfriend begging for forgiveness. The creative director, the crew, the editors—the whole studio apologized countless times for the tiny slip as the girlfriend pouted, complaining about the unbearable pain, causing Harry to hit the ceiling.
He yelled at Y/N and refused to go on. Y/N, knowing her inferior position in the equation, could only look down as the apologies continuously rolled out of her tongue. To be fair, everyone in the studio (except the lovebirds, obviously) knew it wasn’t that big of a deal.
Y/N was capturing Harry’s solo session while the girlfriend fixed the hair and makeup. She was up next for her solo session and then it’s a wrap. Of course the photographer would move around; every supermodel should be aware of the fact that angles were plenty and it took treads to actually find the right ones. Y/N was constantly moving, camera on hand, eyes on the viewfinder, then suddenly the ‘big accident’ occurred.
Y/N was barefooted, she wouldn’t even be able to squeeze a hard turd if she ever stepped on one with that wonky heel of hers. There was no way she’d had caused the girlfriend that much pain. And nobody blamed Y/N as they all witnessed how the girlfriend walked on set with her eyes on the phone, hitting Y/N first. Nobody but the girlfriend and Harry Styles, of course. So they all just watched in silence as Harry cursed and threw a fit on innocent Y/N.
The power couple didn’t want to continue unless Y/N was replaced. The crew had to comply no matter how irrational the demand sounded. And on top of that, suddenly Y/N was plastered on the internet as the girl who assaulted the world’s biggest supermodel and Harry Styles.
She would never forget the overwhelming uneasiness caused by the sudden rave of negative reviews about her, all from people who endorsed and supported her in the first place but decided to be the footnote of the Hollywood sweethearts’ testimony: ‘awful to work with’, ‘nothing without the connection’, ‘a mediocre photographer who got lucky’, and ‘talentless’.
And she still couldn’t wrap her mind around that dreaded event. She had heard tremendous chivalry and gentlemanlike attitude when it came to Harry Styles yet somehow, he was nothing but a certified dick who put her job on the line that day. Some friends who remained loyal to her speculated that the girlfriend was the bad influence. Some even were convinced that he was voodooed. She didn’t care about either, all she believed was that he’s an absolute wretch with an extraordinarily thick mask. A media trained monkey was the term she occasionally used after a few tequila shots.
“That witch is his Yoko Ono, I tell ya,” the creative director told her during their final meeting—the meeting to let her go, of course.
She just shrugged. All she wanted was her old life back. And if Harry Styles and/or that supermodel got into some terrible misery in that comeback, that would definitely be her cherry on top.
She still got a few gigs, just not as much and definitely not with big profiles like she used to. For Pete’s sake, she was deemed a promising photographer by those fashion executives! She was only getting started. She would have never imagined that with just a short answer during a talk show’s truth or dare game—who’s the one person you’d never want to work with ever again?—the power couple could diminish her entire life’s worth of hard work.
Within the next few months, she’s back to square one. Every morning she tried to contact some old clients who would perhaps still deign to be affiliated with, according to the world’s biggest supermodel’s words on that talk show, ‘the rudest effin’ bitch I’ve ever seen in the industry’.
And after countless unsuccessful attempts, she went back to the cafe she used to work at when she’s still starting her career, not to network like she used to but to pour some coffee for other people again. She’s back with the apron and the napkin and she couldn’t stop being cynical over some hopeful youngsters who got signed right in front of her eyes, on the table she just wiped.
Her cameras were laid unused on top of her rack and the mini darkroom she built in her apartment became a storage room. Believing she had failed miserably in life, she found herself no longer had hopes on anything. All she knew was to get by the day.
It was a cold December night. Everyone else went home to celebrate the holidays so she decided to do the shift. She’d be paid double plus she wouldn’t have to face her family, which would go eerie in this state of her life, so it was the better choice.
Having had just finished cleaning the whole cafe, she put on her coat. She was ready to come home to… nothing. Her mind raced back to this time last year, where she was fully booked and couldn’t wait to come home so she could recharge herself for an exciting tomorrow. Her life had become exceptionally dull and it was painful to go on.
An abrupt banging on the door halted her train of desperate thoughts.
“We’re closed. Can’t you see the time?! It’s almost midnight!” she snarked, back facing the intruder.
“S- Sorry, love…” the hoarse voice was paused with a couple of hiccups. “‘m just completely devastated…”
She rolled her eyes as she turned around and she almost had a heart attack. There stood the man who destroyed her life, terribly wasted out of his mind. He could barely stand straight without holding onto the doorknob.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she rolled her eyes, asking some deity entity if there was ever one.
“Hey! I know yeh…” Harry tried to get to her but his legs just gave up.
Falling face first, Y/N really wanted to leave him on the street. But of course she had that little voice of reason inside her that constantly screamed, “If you abandon him, you’re nothing better than him!” She was a decent person and she really hated it this time.
“Come on up,” she pulled Harry up and lingered his arm around her shoulder to help him walk. “Where do you live?”
“I don’t k- know,” he giggled. “I can’t remember, love…”
“Try,” she slapped his arm when he almost fell off yet again.
The snow was pouring down and they stood by the empty crossroad. Harry wouldn’t even remember his own name by now and she didn’t know how to get to his house. There was no other choice than to bring him home to her place.
It was nothing short of hard work to carry a man twice her size to her house on foot since there was not even a single cab around. It was even harder to hear him tell a story about his first imaginary friend during that wobbly trip where he tumbled more than five times and she had to pick him up every time. But it was the hardest when she had to take off his shoes so it wouldn’t mess with her couch—he didn’t want to take it off, nagging her with numerous ‘Go away, Mum!’s.
When she finally got to lay on her bed, she was too tired to even think of what just happened. She literally did some cardio workout bringing Harry home safe so unlike her usual nights, she fell asleep quite fast this time.
It was around four in the morning when she felt a body of weight sunk into her side. She turned around to face his uninvited guest sound asleep, legs tangled over hers like a knot. She quietly removed her legs and tried to get up. She needed to move to the couch, or anywhere far away from this invader.
This is my fucking house, why am I the one sleeping outside, she thought to herself. Anger boiling at the top of her head as her movement was stopped by his strong hand.
“Stay here…” he slurs.
He didn’t seem conscious to her. Maybe he mistook her as his girlfriend.
“I’m not—“
“I know,” he cut her off while still sleeping. “Just stay here for a while. It’s cold out there.”
She sighed and laid back down. Stiff and uncomfortable, but obviously exhausted, she closed her eyes as Harry’s arm pulled her closer to him. She could only hope the night would soon end or better yet, this was all not real.
When Harry woke up, he found a sticky note on his forehead.
‘You were hammered last night, didn’t know where you live so I took you home. Nothing happened, you just sorta burst into where I work around midnight so I kind of had to not abandon you. Don’t make yourself at home because this is my home.’
He couldn’t remember anything. He remembered getting blind drunk after gulping those spirit shots but what happened after that was redacted. His surrounding was unfamiliar and there was no other sign of life other than him that morning.
After splashing his face with cold water, he looked around the apartment. It was modest but very personal. There were random film rolls hung by the ceiling as Harry made his way to the living room. He put on his shoes by the couch as he observed the vinyl shelf at the corner of the room. It was filled with 60s-70s biggest musicians, from Jimi Hendrix to Van Morrison—which grew his curiosity of the owner. There were books that he also read, and the series of psychedelic photographs framed by the doorway was the biggest tic that made him wonder: how did he end up in this hippie’s safe haven, one that he actually wanted to live in when he was young? Did he get so hammered that he traveled back in time? His head hurt too bad to even think of the possibilities, all he knew was there was something about the owner that felt familiar and he ought to know them. He had to.
Harry rushed to shower at his home and got some aspirin. After running some overdue errands, he immediately went back to the apartment. He knocked on the door a few times to no avail so he decided to wait by his car outside.
Y/N was relieved when there was no sign of Harry when she got home that night. She would be lying if she wasn’t a tad bit worried of him considering he could absolutely die that night if he went to the wrong place, but then again he was the guy who ended her career so she couldn’t care less.
She picked Nick Drake’s Pink Moon from her vinyl collection and put it on the turntable. Relaxing by the couch that still reeked of alcohol and him, she ignored the constant knock on the door. It was usually her crazy neighbor looking for his nonexistent cat.
It was the sixth track that she finally got up and opened the door, hoping to end the annoyance of her peaceful evening.
Her eyes bugged out when she saw the figure by her door. It was him again.
Harry, with his furrowed eyebrows and lanky feet, looked just as surprised as she was. He clearly remembered who she was and somehow, not even Nick Drake’s soothing voice could calm her down. Filled with rage, she slammed the door right in front of his face.
Harry was shocked to see her. He’d never thought in a million years that he’d ever meet her again, moreover lodged by her. He wanted to thank her but he knew she’d probably throw a glass of water to his face. But he could not just leave.
So he did the tackiest trick in the book. When the track from behind the closed door hit Free Ride, one of his favourites, he began singing along as loud as possible. Some neighbors shushed him, some even scolded him but he didn’t stop.
She heard him loud and clear. She ignored him at first, but then she received a noise complaint call from the super. Upset, she thumped her way towards the door.
“Stop it!” she gritted her teeth as she opened it.
He stopped. “May I come in?”
“What do you want?” she barked.
“Just wanted to say thanks,” he muttered low.
“You’re welcome. There,” she slammed the door again.
There was nothing he could do so he decided to leave for now.
He came again the next day, this time saying there was something he needed to give back to her.
“What now?” she wasn’t as upset as the day before, but was still unfriendly as they just stood by the door leaf.
Harry handed her the sticky note she left on his forehead the day before.
“You can keep it,” she said as she closed the door.
No slamming door. A progress, Harry thought.
He came back again two days after that, carrying a limited release Fleetwood Mac record signed by Stevie Nicks herself.
“Got Stevie to sign it. They don’t have this at the stores anymore,” he presented it as if he was doing some product placement scene.
“Look, Harry Styles,” she crossed her arms. “I don’t even know what the hell do you want from me but I really don’t want to have anything to do with you anymore. You’ve done enough.”
“Yes, about that…” Harry scratched his forehead. “’m sorry.”
“Whatever,” she pushed the door but Harry was quick to hold it open.
“I’d help you make things right again,” his green eyes were desperate for her answer.
She let out a heavy sigh and moved aside as if cuing him to enter her little bubble. Harry entered immediately, not wanting to waste any more time in the outside world.
She was listening to Neil Young’s Harvest Moon, to which Harry sang along gently. She could hate him all she wanted but he really sounded divine especially within close proximity.
“Shouldn’t you be somewhere else, anyway?” she sat on the far end of the couch.
He put the record on the coffee table. “Where, exactly?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Some talk show to say some shit about me with the girlfriend perhaps?”
“Look ‘m really sorry, I truly am,” he sighed. “And ‘m not with her anymore…”
He then explained everything. How he fell in love for the first time in his life with the supermodel who was perfect, beautiful, smart, and everything he’d ever dreamed of. How he was so sure of her but she didn’t feel the same so he tried to show it with everything he’s got—grand romantic gestures, going public (which was personally hard for him since he was a very private person), and siding with her on every kind of problem even if it meant hauling over an innocent photographer’s coals. He also explained how he felt awful most of the time since he’d changed so much for a person who didn’t even love him back and he began to feel lost. It all then culminated a couple nights ago when she decided that it was all still not enough and broke up with him over a phone call. That’s when he went crazy with the liquor and ended up wandering around.
She felt sorry for him and although she knew he could be lying, she could understand his pain. So, she decided to accept his apology. She knew it wouldn’t change anything for her but at least she wouldn’t have to carry around so much hatred in her life and he could also move on with his life, not haunted by the guilt.
He promised to help her gain her reputation back. The two planned to make some exclusive photoshoot of Harry himself.
They began meeting every now and then. At first, they would talk about all things professional and did photoshoots. She started receiving positive feedbacks especially after Harry gave her the shoutouts—it didn’t take a split second for his loyal fans to swarm her online profiles. With her raising popularity she started getting bigger gigs again, even bigger than her old gigs. She quit working at the cafe and her darkroom was occupied yet again.
Then, they would spend even more time together. He would make up excuses to meet with her, like he needed to see how she developed her rolls or coming by with a batch of eggs saying he was worried she ran out of eggs. Y/N knew Harry was just feeling lonely after the breakup so she always let him in. Nobody wants to hurt alone, she always thought.
He soon didn’t need any more excuses as he had become an extended roommate of hers. He always said he wanted to live in the 70s and her apartment was like a dream home for him. She just brushed it off, saying it’s because of her hidden interior designing talent. And with each passing day, as they grew closer, her hatred dissipated and was replaced with something strange yet pleasant inside her heart.
She learned the depths of him that no one else knew and it all became the little things only she understood. She felt privileged to gain the limited access.
Sometimes he’d show her the sneak peak of his newest song and she would give notes as she watered the many plants around her place. Sometimes they would play board games while discussing the possibility of living on Mars. Some other times, Harry would lay his head on her legs, not saying a word while Karen Dalton’s magnificent voice filled the air.
Her favourite moment with him had to be when they did the impromptu picnic under the stars. With a bottle of cheap wine, portable turntable, and shared blanket, they laid by the garden as they talked about their fears and desires. That was the first time in such a long time she could open up to someone and he said that made him feel so special.
Of course he was special to her. That’s why she still tiptoed around him from time to time, avoiding conversations like her love life because she didn’t want him to think that she’d like him when actually the growing feelings inside her heart had begun to suffocate her.
The way he spontaneously baked for her (and snobbishly told the infamous ‘I was a baker’ story), the way he laughed at her jokes, the way his eyes sparked when they were dancing around, the way he snored a little when he’s sleeping, the way he called her name—she wanted to just sink herself into his warmth and never let go.
Yet she couldn’t help but wonder whether he felt the same way too. The frequency of the supermodel’s name mentioned in their conversations has since reduced to almost never, but she still felt a sting in her heart as she knew she could never replace her. She was, after all, his first love. And don’t get her started on the physical prowess which she obviously lacked in compared to the supermodel. She didn’t dare to ask Harry whether he’s really forgotten about her, afraid that he’d find out her true feelings for him. So she remained the same. At least, he would be still by her side.
At least, there would never be any rejections.
The city was already blossoming when she realized that Harry had left traces of himself on every corner of her place. The hung film rolls were filled with his silly expressions, so was the polaroid collections stuck on her walls. He had installed a pile of pants by the corner of her living room so that he didn’t have to bring any change. And of course her bathroom now had a pair of tooth brushes. It rocketed her hopes but still, her doubts crept inside her mind every so often.
That lazy Saturday night, she went home from grocery shopping to find Harry asleep on her couch. He looked so soft and warm and she couldn’t help but to run her fingers through his smooth hair. She nervously came closer to his face and pressed a tender kiss on his forehead.
She got up immediately, afraid to wake him up. To her surprise, he suddenly grabbed her arm.
“What was that for, love?” he asked.
He didn’t even have the bed face he usually had, which led her to believe that he wasn’t really asleep.
“Were you pretending to be asleep?” she pulled away.
Harry stood up just as fast and within seconds, he wrapped her in his hug. He placed a kiss on top of her head and slowly traveled down to her forehead, her nose, her cheeks. His lips roamed over hers as he slowly pressed them. It wasn’t heated and full of lust but rather deep and passionate as if he was taking his time.
It didn’t take long before they made their way to the bedroom and undressed each other with no rush. There was no spoken words, no roughness, just two people tangled up in heated infatuation.
When she woke up, he was still there. And it was beautiful.
It was still beautiful the next few months when they became a couple. He was her world and everything else was just background noise. He made her feel like the only person that mattered, as if everything that happened before ‘them’ was unreal. That this was the only real thing and it was all too good to be true.
Y/N should know better though, that life came just like a full circle. She just didn’t expect to actually be put back into the circle so soon.
They were invited to an afterparty of a fashion line Harry was strongly tied to and Y/N was more than proud to be by his side when he was introduced to be the muse that season. He was having the time of his life and so was she. The two held hands the entire time as they talked to everyone.
The belle of the ball, Harry himself seemed overwhelmed with the amount of love he received. He occasionally pressed her hand a little tighter when he was nervous, to which she’d respond with stroking his hand with her thumb. The simplest gestures that they’d developed overtime as they grew accustomed to each other’s idiosyncrasies or as Harry said, the good stuff about you.
That was until he saw a glimpse of her in the middle of the crowd that he suddenly let go of Y/N’s hand as if he was afraid that she would see him with Y/N. It would have been a little over a year since she last saw the supermodel and almost a year since Harry last met her.
All this time, Harry constantly convinced her that her insecurities over his love was nothing, that he only wanted her. And yet, he never even said those three words to her.
She knew now why he never did.
All this time, it wasn’t doubt that kept haunting her. It was a hunch.
The music was blasting but for Y/N, everything was silence. It only took a few seconds before she realized the look in Harry’s eyes. As if it was never truly her his eyes set on. That she was just a company to pass time. That she was the one he wanted just never loved.
She was never the one.
She tried to grab his hand before he’d be gone for good, and could only let out a faint ‘Please, don’t.’
But he could only mutter a little ‘Sorry.’ as he let go of her grasp and made his way through the crowd, trying to get to her, while leaving Y/N drowning in the sea of human who celebrated the man that she loved.
Part two.
Part three.
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medea10 · 7 years
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My Review of Shokugeki no Soma
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Soma x Nikumi: I guess you can say Nikumi got some sort of feelings for Soma. But she does brush off the feelings at times in a tsundere style. Unlike a certain other girl, at least she treats Soma a lot nicer and would even come all the way to his hometown just to help him. And she ends up helping him many other times. I know the fanbase is majority Soma x Megumi, but I feel some sort of (one-sided) connection to this particular ship. So I would like to put this at second place! Soma x Erina: Nope.
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Erina x Hisako: Yeah, fine. Bitch x Bitch-lite belong together! Plus, as much as I hate Erina, she does treat Hisako very nice and does legitimately worry about her when she's depressed. So yeah, I ship this.
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Soma x Takumi: Guilty pleasure. Let’s just say that this is a case of “Notice-Me-Senpai” that doesn’t end with dead corpses or anything like that. But I can dig it! AHEM: Guys, I love the concept of this story. I love the characters. And I would seriously love to one day eat some of those dishes. Buuuuuuuuut… The foodgasms! I cannot get over these foodgasms. I never knew foodgasms could get to the point of…THIS! Um…why was this needed? Yes, food can be pleasurable and exceptional. And before this anime, I thought going overboard was when I would hear characters sing about how delicious the food was. But to see people LITERALLY naked and quite possibly violated by some sort of food (including the use of honey and tentacles) is just…unsettling to this otherwise beautiful anime! I almost got my mom to watch this but I lost her with the insane foodgasms. FYI, not disgusted by it. Just felt weird is all. HOW?!: Okay, so I bitched heavily about one character doing this in the anime Silver Spoon and I'm going to do it here.
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HOW ARE YOU ABLE TO LOSE THAT MUCH WEIGHT IN SUCH A SHORT PERIOD?! Isami Aldini, you're in that category of defying several kinds of logic. But then again, this is anime. I shouldn't question it and go with the flow. OVA: Side stories filled with background information of minor characters (like the Aldini brothers) and fanservice galore from some of the female characters. Because we SO needed more fanservice in this anime! END OF SEASON ONE: So the students have some time off from school for the summer break. However, immediately after this break, the students must prepare for the fall elections. This is a huge competition where each student must prepare a dish for a panel of important judges. And the one who manages to defeat everyone may become part of the school’s infamous Elite Ten. All students are split into either group A or B and only 4 students from each category may advance. Each student must prepare their very best dish with the theme of curry. So Soma and Megumi decide to do some research by going to see one of Soma’s father’s old school mates, Shiomi. There, they meet Hayama, an expert in spices. Dammit, why do you keep playing these spicy looking characters Suwabe?! And as curry does contain a vast amount of certain spices to the dish, Hayama is going to be a difficult challenge for Soma. Throughout the break, Soma and Megumi spent their time off preparing for this challenge. Megumi goes back to her hometown and goes back to her old roots for inspiration. Meanwhile, Soma spent his time back at the dorms coming up with the best curry dish that’ll blow everybody away. Now for the competition itself! Many of the faceless and voiceless characters cooked exceptional dishes but got some of the lowest scores imaginable. But then we got the minor and main cast cooking and the judges were stunned. …seriously, who saw this coming? The vivid nudity scenes were surprising, but other than that, nothing new! Anyways, Group B had some excellent dishes from the Aldini brothers, Alice, and Hisako. And that’s no surprise there. Both Aldini brothers are very talented in their work and I myself would love to eat at their family restaurant. *ahem* Speaking as an Italian! Anyways, Alice is definitely just as talented as her bitch-cousin. And Hisako is shown to be more than just Erina’s toadie. These judges were getting one boom after another. And then came Megumi. She got some surprising attention while cooking as she was seen slicing up a monkfish. As monkfish is difficult to prepare, it was interesting to see how the dish was going to turn out. Much to everyone’s surprise, Megumi’s dish was a hit. And wound up in 4th place overall in Group B. As for Group A, prior to the main and minor cast, many of the scores were abysmally low due to one judge giving 0 points. A good chunk of Soma’s dormmates were given some pretty impressive scores. Nikumi got rave reviews for her meaty curry too. But the two to look out for were Alice’s servant Ryou and newly introduced Hayama. And both of them were exceptional with their dishes. Especially Hayama who just stood out! His curry soufflé earned him 94 points out of 100 and literally the highest score from any group. Can Soma’s dish excel Hayama’s? Soma’s dish was an omlette on the outside, but inside is a fragrant bomb only matched by the taste. The judges loved it. But did they love it more than Hayama’s? The answer is some of the judges did. It’s just that the combined score for Soma was 93 (one point below Hayama). But Soma at least makes it to the next level. These students did a great job today so they go back to the dorm to celebrate. SECOND PLATE: This season continues with the ultimate cook-off with the 8 remaining contenders (Soma, Hayama, Megumi, Alice, Hisako, Ryou, Takumi, and one other contestant) to possibly become one of the infamous Elite Ten. The following competitions were the same as the ones before where it was one-on-one and the best dish wins. But tensions rise with some of the characters. Hisako suffered a devastating loss against Hayama and now feels she’s unfit to be the assistant to Erina. And Takumi who was up against a copycat and lost not only the competition but one of his prized tools. But Soma ended up helping those two out later on. END OF SEASON TWO: Soma has been doing quite well for himself in the Fall Elections by managing to knock out Alice Nakiri and a copycat chef. So now he’s in the finals and will end up fighting Alice’s assistant, Ryou or master of spice, Hayama. However, things didn’t go that smoothly with the Ryou vs. Hayama fight. In fact, the judges were evenly split on both dishes the boys made. So it was decided that the finale was going to be a three-way cook-off. The final battle between these three masterful chefs will involve a dish consisting of Pacific Saury. While Soma hit a bit of a brick wall with what to do with this dish, he ends up having help and support from his friends and dorm-mates. The day of the final cook-off, Ryou and Hayama bring their A-game to the table. Both dishes wow’d the judges and even made the president go bare-chested. Can Soma out-do these dishes? While his dish was out of the ordinary, it wow’d the judges. Leaving much tension on who would be the winner since all three boys went above and beyond with their dishes. With that said, it was Hayama that won. But that’s not the end of the season! These students now must endure Stagiaire! The students must all go to different restaurants and help them out with whatever dilemma they are facing at the moment. Soma’s first task was at a restaurant with many busy-bodies coming through during the lunch-rush. Oh and he was stuck with Hisako (aka Bitch-lite). Meanwhile, Megumi is stuck with Erina (the big bitch). But Soma and Hisako were able to help this struggling restaurant by cutting down the menu a bit and making it reservations only. Go back to what the first generation did for the restaurant. Needless to say, these two passed this test (as did Megumi and Erina). Soma’s next task in this Stagiaire was to help a fancy restaurant open.
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And the one opening is the school's alumni, former Elite, and overall hard-ass, Shinomiya. While there was a lot of tension the last time after their Shokugeki, all was put to the side as long as Soma does what he’s told and doesn’t fuck up. Shinomiya is opening a French restaurant in Japan and Soma is here to assist in the pre-opening days. Even though Soma did make a few mistakes for the first few days, he shapened-up and over-achieved all of his tasks, shocking Shinomiya’s crew. The final days ended with a competition. Shinomiya’s crew were competing against each other to create a dish that would end up on his menu. And Soma wants in! Can't end this season without one last competition! And this dish was going to break Soma out of this baby slump he’s been in since losing to Hayama! His dish, even though mind-blowingly delicious to those who ate it, Shinomiya said it was too amateurish. But if he improves it, it’ll be awesome. Needless to say, Soma passed his Stagiaire and all of his friends and rivals survived their tasks as well. When Soma returned to the dorm, he came back to a big box of Shokugeki requests. And Soma made it clear that he will take on anyone if they ask him for a Shokugeki showdown. And as a surprise, Soma’s dish made it to the menu at Shinomiya’s restaurant. I enjoyed this anime. And I will gladly recommend this anime to anyone who isn’t afraid of a few…several…many nudity moments. And if you have a healthy appetite watching these kids cook up the best dishes, go for this anime! What’s next for this anime? Well…no word on a third season. But we’re getting slight hope for the next two OVAs as they introduce new characters only seen before in the manga. I’m kind of hoping for any next thing to happen would introduce Erina’s father. I know how much I hate her, but I have heard some interesting things from the manga that involve him and Soma’s father. Season one and two can be found on the usual outlets like Hulu, Crunchyroll, and The Anime Network’s website. The OVAs are currently unavailable on the streaming sites. So let’s hope the best for the Sentai release!
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