Kingoh pre-finale wall of text
...that said, I've actually written much over the past month. I thought I wouldn't be able to take the Kingoh loss, but turns out I'm unexpectedly fine with it, but now that it's near, I'm running away covering my ears again.
"Final", "Last". Shut up. That's enough of a trigger to burst out in tears. That's sadness, that's inevitable. But winding back, I've been feeling a calmness because the hardwork and passion of the cast and crew have culminated into a spectacular grand finale. The fact that I was so obsessed with conveying my gratitude to the show, I forgot in the end, the final word the show leaves me will be none other than,
"Thank you for your support this year!"
The fact that their messsage reached us, and ours to them, and back again. This is the best ending a beautiful story can have. It connects people, and it lives on as a legend.
Kingoh helped me through some hard times. Its importance to me is not going to be shadowed by any flaws it definitely has.
Sentai being a yearly toku means there is only this moment that the two of us cross paths. One year of "we", once in our lives. Had Kingoh not been a toku, it could've sequels until the day I have my own kids. But because it's a toku, a heroic fairy tale, this one chance is what it is. A miracle that brought me hope and courage.
Most of all, I'm thankful for meeting all of you on this blog, and fans in other countries on different platforms. If I had to sum up what Kingoh gifted me, it's "Connections". I became more proactive and adventurous this year. I learned to be "selfish", to try again, to say it out loud. I get to be a kid again not because I'm escaping anymore, but because I can believe there's still good in this world, the little that we can do.
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Can I tempt you with a Nico Hischier Baker!AU ?!?!
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anon when i tell you i've been losing my mind over these images since yun sent me them yesterday, i mean it wholeheartedly... i had to go unearth the old cooking au i had buried in my drafts because of this new development... it's more of a celebrity chef nico and celebrity NOT chef jack au than a baker nico au specifically, but there is baking in there, i promise!! so no tempting needed haha :)
excerpts under the cut!
“This is a bad idea,” Cole says for the third time.
“Fuck you, this is a fantastic idea!” Trevor points a pinkie at him, the rest of the fingers on his hand preoccupied with holding his beer. “It’s like Worst Cooks In America but for celebrities!”
Jack’s smile drops. “It’s like what?”
“It’s one of the shows Jimmy likes to watch—“
“He’s not even American, Z, what the fuck?”
Quinn pinches the bridge of his nose. “Sorry, the fact that Jamie’s not American is the problem you have with this concept?”
“But I can cook!” Jack protests. Silence and four flat stares greet him. “I can! Guys, come on!”
“That,” Quinn starts, leaning back in his seat, “Is one thing I think we all can disagree with you on.”
Jack throws a wadded up napkin across the table at him, but it misses when Quinn ducks. Whatever.
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“I don’t like how this started as cooking lessons but has slowly devolved into me being the fire safety marshal while you try and look at an egg without setting the smoke alarms off,” Nico muses, clearly trying to keep the smile off his face for the sake of Jack’s already fragile pride as he peeks over Jack’s shoulder.
“This is exactly how it was before you showed up… just minus the precautions,” Jack comments, looking forlornly at the egg that’s no more than a smoldering pile of crisp stuck to the bottom of the frying pan. He pokes at it sadly with a spatula, a pout making its way onto his lips. “There’s no hope for me.”
“And I’m beginning to think you might be right about that,” Nico mutters, shaking his head as he rolls up his sleeves. Before Jack can protest, he pats Jack's hip gently and says, “Move over and I’ll show you again, yeah? Try and pay attention this time.”
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Jack heaves the door open, not thinking as he kicks off his shoes and they land next to a pair of sneakers that fit much larger feet than his own. He doesn’t notice the familiar, worn brown leather jacket hung up on the usually-empty hook as he shucks his suit jacket and loops it over his arm as he shuffles down the hallway into the kitchen. Frowning, he loosens his tie. He’d swear he turned these lights off before he left. It also smells really good, which is weird, because he hasn’t even ordered his takeout yet, and—
“There you are.”
Jack jumps, turning to see Nico standing in his kitchen, a towel tossed over his shoulder, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, smiling. “Nico?”
“It’s Wednesday,” Nico says, tilting his head to the pan on the stove that’s simmering with something thick and red-brown. That’s what smells so amazing.
“Oh, fuck, sorry, I—” Jack feels so frazzled all of a sudden, his days jumbling up in his head. How could he forget that it’s Wednesday? “I had a work thing and it ran late… I didn’t mean to leave you waiting, sorry.”
Nico shrugs. “No worries, things happen,” he says, turning back to the stove to stir the sauce. “You look nice, though.”
Jack feels his face heat through eight increasingly deep shades of red. He has to duck his head hastily, grateful that Nico’s back is still turned. “Uh— Thanks? You too?”
Nico just chuckles. It sounds so good, all warm and deep. Jack kind of wants to roll over and die.
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Nico peeks up at Jack from his position between his legs, making deliberate eye contact as he bends one of Jack’s knees until it touches his chest, leaning forward to lick the line of honey from his sensitive inner thigh. Jack has to choke back an incredibly embarrassing sound when Nico stops to nibble a bruise at the juncture of his hip. He feels so deliciously stretched out and exposed, wrists still obediently pressed to the mattress above his head, and it doesn’t help that Nico’s looking at him like he wants to eat Jack alive.
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ask game! current nine fav albums: chose 9 then tag 9 people
tagged by @a-bed-of-moss
In no particular order:
An Evening With Silk Sonic by Bruno Mars
Its Bruno Mars
Unreal Earth by Hozier
An album based on Dante's Inferno?
Without Fear by Dermot Kennedy
One of my all time favorites, its so incredibly soul crushing.
Believe in Me, Who Believes in You by Aries
Not much to say here, I really like this one.
Shadowglow by Flipturn
Really, I love all of their songs. This one is really personal.
Tim by Avicii
Yeah no I really dont have much to say here.
Doom Days (This Got Out Of Hand Edition) by Bastille
Every song in this is a banger no I will not be taking questions
Wild World (Complete Edition) by Bastille
EVERY SONG IN THIS IS A BANGER NO I WILL NOT BE TAKING QUESTIONS
All This Bad Blood by Bastille
EVERY SONG-
No pressure tags! @fuckterfs-deactivated20221212 @the-second-visitor @stargazing-enby @shredded-cheese-wizard @gec-co @joaniejustwokeup @/anyone who sees this!
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