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7grandmel · 2 months

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Todays rip: 13/03/2024

Nuclear Pomeranian

Season 8 Featured on: Now That's What I Call Quality! 3

Ripped by Half Pixel

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Requested by Oetam! (Discord)

I've covered a number of rips featured in Now That's What I Call Quality! 3 already on here, and I maintain that it's likely the best album the channel has yet put out in terms of raw concise quality on offer. Beautiful Dreamer, Initial Deluxe (I've Just Raced on this Course Before) and Owner of a Mahjong Board are all absolute highlights of Season 7, and it feels like the entire SiIvaGunner team came together to truly show the best of the best on the album. Yet beyond featuring classics from the Season that was then wrapping up, Now That's What I Call Quality! 3 also featured a good few rips that had yet to be uploaded to the YouTube channel - that is to say, some of the first-ever rips that you could consider to be part of Season 8. Its in this category that Nuclear Pomeranian finds itself in: the seventh rip of Rhythm Doctor makes an incredible first impression on what to expect from Season 8 in the months to come.

Honestly, it wasn't as if Half Pixel had to prove his prowess in creating these sorts of dense meme medleys: Since way back when I first heard Everybody's Special Course in Season 1, I'd known the guy had an undeniable knack for these sorts of rips. It may be coincidence, but it, Nuclear Pomeranian and Siiva Lining all just have this immense energy and adrenaline to them, a celebratory party atmosphere that never fails to bring a smile to my face. So then, I suppose Nuclear Pomeranian mainly shows just how much Half Pixel has grown as a ripper in those years, how many creative flourishes are added and implemented with complete confidence. The lyrical silliness in the opening is one of my favorite examples: transitioning Infinite's lyrics of "I am the last one that's standing, don't try and stand in my way" into a simple "okay" sound, followed by a response of "and now you're in my way" from Call Me Maybe. That's so fun! That has nothing to do with Rhythm Doctor, or SiIva's own memes, or Season 8 or anything, it's just a little bit of flavor added to the rip by Half Pixel to make it a funnier listen.

It goes through so many phases, yet compared to something like Memey Hell, it feels as if each part featured is allowed room to breathe in isolation from one another. Some of the sources. such as PSY's music, feel like they're subtly in the background almost throughout the whole rip, but segments focusing on just one source at a time feel like they strike such a perfect balance in terms of how long they're featured. The rip will for instance use Bo Burnham's Bezos I for a six second segment to give you just enough time to register the song as both funny and catchy in its context, before using a snappy Among Us sound effect break to transition into an equally-as-long segment using Boulevard of Broken Dreams, repeating the cycle. Much of that is of course owed to the structure of the original Bomb-Sniffing Pomeranian itself, but it's incredibly commendable just how well Half Pixel adapted that frantic, back-and-fourth pacing of the Rhythm Doctor song into such a different format. Very few of the sources, even when focused on as the sole joke for seconds at a time, are left completely unedited: small little quips from other sources, little interjections and pieces will play alongside or over the joke in focus, althewhile remaining completely harmonious.

I realize that a lot of what I'm describing is just the standard procedure on what to think of when creating a meme mashup medley like this in general, but what I'm aiming to say is that Nuclear Pomeranian is one of the best examples of how to do things right across the board. The amount of sources featured span across the channel's entire life, from the aforementioned PSY to appearances from Smooth of 【＝３】e-MUNO Disco (vs. 音MAD AGENT) fame in Season 2, the Season 1 classic Chip the Ripper closing the rip off, the Big Chungus-posting of Season 4 Episode 2 and AIN'T NOTHIN' LIKE A CHUNKY BEAT, the Among Us posting of Season 5 and Among Drip Drop Galaxy, and oh so many more. Yet compared to something like, say, the Season premiere collabs such as Joke-Explainer™ 7000 Fusion Collab and Bramble Blast Collab, the rip doesn't place more emphasis on these nostalgic, well-remembered sources than anything else featured in its vast list of sources. SiIvaGunner classics or not, Half Pixel uses what sounds best and what's funniest at every possible moment to create a rip that works incredibly well even outside the context of the SiIvaGunner channel, as a huge tribute to Rhythm Doctor and the art of ripping itself.

Put concisely - Nuclear Pomeranian is a banger, and was a fantastic showcase of the level of quality that we've now seen many examples of in the last month and a half. The SiIvaGunner team is truly firing on all cylinders, and I'm all here for it.

#todays siivagunner #Season 8 #siivagunner #siiva #Half Pixel #rhythm doctor #rhythm games #video game music #mashups #gangnam style #psy #Youtube #Bandcamp

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bijectiveandinvertible · 5 months

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Hakuryu/Stockings

Placing under Read More as it is longer.

The Red Lotus was filled with people; the bar was a hubbub of activity, the patrons enjoying their drinks and games. One table had been set up so customers could gamble against each other in a game of mahjong. Suddenly, the winner of the current game stood up, his red hair crimson from the glow of the evening lamps.

“A round of beers, Mr. Jiang!” Gojyo addressed the barkeep. “It's on me. Plus some wine for the lovely ladies.” Yes! he could get used to this. Gojyo thought.

The women who were perched around his chair giggled.

Gojyo basked in their warmth. He was winning big tonight in more ways than one.

He flashed a charming smile at the cute brunette playing with her ringlets. “Say, how about making me luckier tonight?” He added a wink as an extra measure.

Mao-Mao giggled and asked, “Say— Gojyo, do you like my stockings?”

Blinking at the slightly odd question, Gojyo glanced at her legs. They were some really nice legs covered in sheer black tights. “Sure.” He confirmed. Of course, Gojyo liked her legs. The stockings were a great addition.

The next few nights were weirder —every chick he took back home asked him some stocking-related question. Until…

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“Come on Gojyo! Return the stockings.” Said Mei-Mei, tossing her hair as she searched through his room.

“What stockings! I swear I dropped them on the chair.”

“Every girl that has come home with you the last few weeks had their stockings stolen. It's not cute anymore. Hosiery is expensive.” Mei Mei snapped at Gojyo.

“How would I steal it? I have been in front of your eyes the whole time — Also, why?”

Mei-Mei straightened up from the floor. She had been looking under Gojyo’s bed. She brushed the dust off her knees and glanced at Gojyo’s legs.

Gojyo’s eyes widened comically. “You think I’m wearing them?”

“Uh…”

Gojyo brightened, crimson dusting his face. “Why would you— Why would any of you…” he trailed off.

Mei-Mei shrugged. “We think you would look good wearing them.”

Gojyo spluttered. Was this his reputation now?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the bedroom door. “If I may…” Hakkai excused himself as he let himself inside Gojyo’s room. “…I may have caught the culprit.”

Gojyo blinked, turning towards his housemate. Hakkai flashed them both a beatific smile, dark hair falling over pleasant green eyes. He then turned away, leading them both towards the ladder to the attic.

“Is that— A dragon?” The awe in Mei-Mei’s voice echoed the sentiment in Gojyo’s heart. Curled up in a corner of the attic, nestled among several pairs of stockings, a blanket, and two very ugly sweaters, was a small white dragon. Hearing the noise from them, the creature lifted its head and greeted them with a “—Kyuu.” The high-pitched chirp broke Gojo’s reverie, having never seen a dragon before.

Hakkai approached the dragon confidently, kneeling before the creature and petting its very small head. “Look—” he gestured, showing them both his hand. On his hand was a small iridescent white scale. “He is moulting.”

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The Red Lotus was once again busy. It was filled with patrons abuzz with curiosity as they gathered not around the Mahjong table or the bar counter but at one of the booths.

Mao-Mao cooed at the dragon and fed him a bit of raw bacon. “He is so cute…” Mei-Mei said as she tucked her hair back behind her ear, causing her iridescent earring to jingle from the movement.

“I am naming him Hakuryu.” Hakkai explained as he sipped his beer. Gojyo laughed as Hakuryu cooed back at Mao-Mao before slithering across the table to perch on Hakkai’s shoulder. Hakkai glanced at him, his emerald eyes warming and deepening from joy.

Yes… he could get used to this. Gojyo thought.

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Written for @monthlyminekura Christmas Edition. Day 3: Stockings

A/N: Placed two very specific story elements in this. He he he hope its noticeable.

#b&iwrites #saiyuki #fanfic #monthlyminekura #monthly minekura christmas 2023 #kazuya minekura

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

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New anon here <3

Match up for PotC?

General:

- Fem identifying + she/her if you need my pronouns

- Polyam and possibly bi (for now I'm only romantically attracted to males so)

- Academically smart + gamer

- I love drawing, learning languages and playing games (though you can't do that in those times)

- I also don't mind playing poker or mahjong so

- Mental state is questionable (I'm going to therapy so you be the judge /lh)

Personality:

- My personality changes from: Chaotic/happy - very unstable - Soft/cute - s e x (/hj)

- I've been known by friends and aquaintences to be... very confident/outgoing? Apparently I give off the vibes of 'F u im gonna be me and not care about anyone's judgements'

- My sense of humour is cursed and chaotic

- Speaking of, I am quite a chaotic person in general

- I'm also quite energetic? People say I'm always very cheerful

- That's a lie I'm just good at masking lmao

- I'm pretty indecisive too ohno

- Anyway, I'm VERY empathic/caring. I am literally part of an online support group full of strangers so we can all help each other

Looks:

- I am pretty small (5'2 or something)

- Also literally as slim as a stick (not like skeleton/unhealthy, just like... very skinny) 💀

- I have long straight black hair and brown eyes

- Small face shape too I think

- Pretty flat (both chest and butt) but I think I've got decent hips imo 🤔

- My fashion is as variable as my taste in men tbh

- Sometimes im the cute girl with short pleated skirts, oversized sweaters, flowy dresses, knee high socks, Mary Jane shoes, pink blushy makeup and soft strawberry pinks

- Sometimes I be put here with leather jackets, suits, bold black liner + red lipstick and g strings

- And sometimes im looking like a sl-tty e girl idk man 🤷

- Anyways, I think if I had to wear a pirate fit it would either be an off the shoulder crop shirt + low waisted trousers or a cute flowy white dress with a brown corset and stuff

Relationship stuff:

- I'm pretttty big on PDA

- I like holding hands, hugs, kisses

- What I absolutely adore is having a hand on the waist + being picked up bridal style

- Being hugged from behind is cute too <3

- Romantic gestures that are more verbal such as compliments, letters and such are cool, just not as good as PDA lol

- Oooo speaking of I would love getting jewellery or clothes from bf bc then I can wear it as if to prove to others we're together and stuff :)

- I think i would probably suit a more casual one rather than go straight into 'I love you' tho ofc later on I wouldnt mind

- I don't mind most dates, though movies + museums are probably not my thing lol

- I don't mind a bit of clinginess, but I detest constant messages/texts like leave me alone

- As for my pref in men, as long as ur taller and masc I'm good man

Extra:

- I saw u could do a theme song and I think that would be super cool!!

- If there's like... one person I wouldn't like to be matched with it would be any of the Turners (sorry lol)

- I assume it isn't allowed, but if it is then multiple matches are 😳 yes pls

- TYSM FOR READING THIS ILYSM 💜💜💜

Hello dear 💖, thanks for your request.

For potc I ship you with:

Jack sparrow 🏴‍☠️

And

Hector Barbossa 🐒

Jack met you through tortuga, he was sailing to find the fountain of youth.

You were captured with jack and black beard to find it.

Jack was whisping you away, he lost the pearl however to the captain.

He tried to make amends with you by showing how romantic he can be.

Jack is more passionate and romantic while Hector's more genuine and somewhat heartfelt.

Barbossa wanted to find Jack but at the same time he also wanted the pearl and find you.

Jack rarely was committed but he for the first time wanted to be with you.

Angelica got jealous most of the time and had you do the dirty work.

Barbossa didn't exactly share his feelings, he wasn't used to romance but he would be would reveal something to you.

Jack has more experience, he was quite more passionate and confident in what he knows.

Expect sword fighting and arguing between the two.

If you choose jack, he would marry you on the pearl and your kid would be the next pirate lord. They would have his eyes and your hair.

Your theme song with jack:

If you chose barbossa, he would marry you as a pirate bride and your kid would be a pirate or landlubber. They would have your hair and his eyes.

Your theme song with barbossa:

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

#pirates of the caribbean matchup #pirates of the caribbean matchups open

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theramblinghockeydude · 3 months

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Random ramblings

I feel like there is a comparison that can be drawn between the game Mahjong and life. I think those of you that have played will agree. There are times when you get a board that sets up perfect and you breeze through it and you think, man, I wish all boards could be like this. Then there are times, like in life, where the board in front of you is daunting and you think there is absolutely no way that you can solve this one. Where do I even start? So you pick a spot and just start clearing tiles 2 at a time without really knowing what the end will be like. Things go well for a while, and then you hit a spot where you have no clue what move to make next and you take a step back, look over the board, and sometimes you find that next move and move forward, but sometimes there is no next move no matter how many times you search that board, it just isn't going to happen. Now, if you have power-ups you can use one and that can help tremendously and sometimes it even helps enough to get you all the way through. Sometimes it just moves you along to another spot where you are again, stuck, not knowing what move to make next or if there even is one. Again, if you have the power-ups you can use them, but what if you are out of power-ups or none are available at the time? You start over. You try to figure out a better way to achieve the goal. You try something new. Eventually you find the path to victory, just as in life. Power-ups are like friends, there to help out when you need a little extra push. I don't know, just something that ran through my mind today while I was playing.

Last night, Nathan MacKinnon scored 4 goals in a game for the Avalanche. As is customary, hats rained down on the ice after his 3rd goal and completing the hat trick. What rained down on the ice after his 4th goal you ask...a pair of thong underwear. Yes, you read that correct. I have so many questions. Did this person bring them to the game just in case? Did they stop, mid game and reach under and pull them off? Was this planned out, or just spur of the moment? Did Nate keep them? So many questions without answers.

Word is, Zach Parise may sign with the Avalanche after the all-star break. If he does, I may have to abandon Vegas in the playoffs this year and cheer on the Avalanche. I have always wanted to see Parise hoist the Cup. He has always been my favorite UND player and so it would be really cool to see him finally get the ultimate prize, even if it is at the expense of the Golden Knights.

I have had my own struggles over the past few years with mental health and although I can say I am much much better off right now, there are still tough days. What makes me sad is knowing how many suffer, and so many in silence either afraid to tell others for fear of what they will think, or having the mindset of not wanting to trouble/burden others with their problems (I fall into this category) or simply not trusting anybody enough to talk about their feelings because they have been burned one too many times by life and they don't feel safe. What I have and am still learning, is that we don't need to have the solution for those in need we just need to have the time for them. Be for them what they need us to be for them. That might be someone they can confide in, but it may just be somebody they can talk to and laugh with and maybe gain a little bit of that trust in humanity back in their lives. I struggle with that when I talk to those that are hurting because I am a fixer. I want to fix your hurt and take it away. I am learning to just be what they need me to be. I am learning that the most important part of it all, at least I feel like it is the most important part...is to simply be there. Check in and say hello once in a while. Ask how they are doing, how there day went. Share a funny story. Anything can make a difference in someones life when they are struggling and feel lonely or like nobody cares or that life just simply isn't worth it all. I know this was true for me. There were some that would send me a random message and say hello and it made a difference. We are all in this together. God made us to be social and to be there for each other because that is the only way we can truly survive this wild ride of life. If you reach out to somebody that seems like they are struggling and they don't want to talk about it, don't just give up on them, talk to them but be mindful of their boundaries and not to cross them, but simply be there for them as they need you to be or as they can handle. It is really telling to me of where we are in this world that in the online game/community that I am in I see so many people reminding others to be kind to one another, take care of one another, smile with each other and things of that nature. I think we often forget the power of a simple hello.

Until my brain needs to download again...take care all and be well :)

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yerins-medical-journey · 9 months

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Teacher Yerin, First Time at Seoul Songpa Dementia Center

Record of 2023. 8. 3

As I am interested in neuroscience, especially in the effects on the brain after drug usage (schizophrenia), I wanted to help the elders near where I live by participating in a senile-dementia cure/relief program funded by the government. Unfortunately, the closest one that I could find that had an open opportunity for high school students (myself) took a 40-minute metro ride.

The things that I had to do seemed pretty straightforward: assisting the directors of the program and helping the elders to effectively participate for two hours, from 10 am to 12 pm.

On the 3rd of August, the first thing scheduled in the program was a warm-up activity with blocks. The blocks were in 3d, and they were hard to match. Using fingers, where sensitive nerve systems are located, dementia patients solved one puzzle each day.

After that, we made a mahjong-themed calendar: one side of the paper had printed mahjong paper, and the other side had a blank calendar. The instructor assigned us to color the printed blank paper, attached below, then glue both sides together. I believe that this activity also is an effective treatment of dementia by using fingers.

Finally, in the last part of the program, we were instructed to make a flower wreath. The director told us that each of the flowers and branches pinned on the plain wooden wreath symbolizes each piece of luck clung on. After finishing making the wreath, the instructor asked the patients to restate the order of the flowers, making them recall their memories.

One of the reasons that I am interested in dementia and other degenerative diseases is because my grandma, who basically raised me, has symptoms of Parkinson's disease. I thought that if I pursue a medical career, I should first investigate my grandma's illness. During a short break, I overheard the patients talk about how it is rare for them to find an institute like this. The elders often struggle to use the interest and basic electric devices, which makes it harder to find these institutes, even when the government is promoting these types of activities. Then, I wondered whether I could make some positive influences to raise awareness among the elders. What I thought was to make pamphlets and hand them out right on time when the cathedral ends (my grandparents go to the cathedral every Saturday morning).

Being an assistant at the institution was a great, positive experience for me as I am interested in neurology and am considering having a career in curing diseases. Furthermore, when the program instructors recognized me, they called me a "teacher." This title made me feel something different: a mixed feeling of gaining confidence and having responsibility.

As today was my first time being present, I was a little hesitant, but by next week, I will be engaging with more elders and building relationships with them.

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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A game of 20 questions that ends with "Can I kiss you?" with bucky?

AN | this is just some sweet fluff - enjoy!

Warnings | none

Masterlist | Bucky, Main

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“I’m bored,” you huffed as you paced around the living room for the upteenth time. Deciding to be even more dramatic you flopped onto the couch and sighed heavily, “there’s nothing to do!”

“You can find something to occupy yourself,” Bucky didn’t even bother to look up from the newspaper he was scouring as you rolled your eyes at him, “your generation would never survive back when I was young.”

“Whatever old man,” rolling your eyes, you quickly threw up your middle finger before shifting onto your back to stare at the ceiling, “I thought like...going into hiding in a remote location would be cool and yet...it’s literally the worst. We can’t even go anywhere or really do anything. Limited technology...can we at least go out and go for a walk around town?”

“No,” Bucky was quick to cut you off, throwing the paper onto the table, “it’s not safe. We can’t trust anyone, not right now. We’ll leave as soon as Sam gives us the all clear.”

“Hopefully soon,” your lips pulled into a pout as you stared at the crackling staccato of the ceiling. Your hands rested on your stomach as you twiddled your thumbs and concentrated on your breathing, “this is the last time I ever get mixed up with the two of you. You’re a load of trouble - more than you’re w-oof.”

Your head snapped up as you glared at Bucky for throwing his newspaper at you. He offered you a small smirk with a shrug of his shoulders. You wadded it into a ball and tossed it across the room before sitting back up. Bucky had already turned his attention to a new book and you took advantage of the moment and stared at him in silence.

It wasn’t long before he felt your gaze on him and caught your eye, quirking a brow in question, “can I help you?”

"As if," your face immediately warmed up as you dropped your gaze to the floor. Of course he'd caught you - he was still a super soldier after all, why you'd expected anything less was being you. An awkward silence settled over the two of you as he kept a knowing little smirk on his face. It wasn't that you didn't like him, oh no, it was quite the opposite...despite the fact that he might have been a little boring and old school, he was still handsome. And funny...although that wasn't always intentional. Regardless - you weren't about to just up and tell him that you had a thing for him.

You stood up and busied yourself in the kitchen, making some tea to help pass the time. Perhaps then you could read a book too….or maybe a bath. Something.

"Want to play a game?"

"Okay, now that sounds mega creepy," the question caught you off guard but made you laugh nonetheless as you focused on the tea and not his intense gaze, "but I guess….there's not much else to do you. What do you want to play, old man? Yahtzee? Go fish? Mahjong?"

"Very funny," he scoffed, "how about twenty questions?"

"Umm...sure?" you finished up your tea, stirring in some honey before taking your mug and padding over to him. He remained silent, but watchful as you sat across the table, "you want to start with being it?"

"No, no," he insisted, and you could practically hear the gears in his head turning. He was up to...something, "you're the little bored bunny, it's all you. Think of a person, place, or thing.”

“I know!” you huffed as you closed your eyes and tried to pick something...anything. So why was the only thing you could think of Bucky? Internally panicking, you tried to keep a straight face as you decided to roll with it; whatever happened, happened, “okay. Go ahead and ask your first question.”

“Is it a person?” oh no. He was going to get it almost immediately. It was like he just knew, as if he could read your mind. Swallowing the nervous lump in your throat you nodded lightly, “is it a man?”

“Yes - you know, you really know how to take the fun out of anything,” maybe you could discourage him from playing instead?

“Why? Because this is going to be easy for me?” a taunt followed by a smirk, “it’s all part of the game, bunny. Learn how to play better then. Does he have dark hair?”

“Yes,” you sighed, “I know how to play, you’re just no fun.”

“Mhmm,” he agreed, “is he famous?"

"I guess…people know who he is," grabbing your mug, you took a long, hearty drink, "fine, we'll say yes. That's four."

"Do you like this person?" damn it. He knew there was no way he didn't.

"Tolerate," you cleared your throat as he raised his eyebrows, clearly waiting for a yes or no to his answer, "yes."

"Is he older?" you didn't even bother to look at him before nodding, "is he a friend?"

"Yes," you set your mug down gently before catching his eye for a moment; you'd expected to find a smirk on his face, but instead there was a soft smile. It was the same smile that often managed to put butterflies in your stomach, even when you tried to fight it, "umm, Bucky-"

"Hang on," he whispered softly, "do you want to kiss him?"

"I-"

"Is it me?"

A silence filled the room, so quiet that the ticking of the aging clock on the wall was almost non-existent. Opening and closing your mouth a few times, you looked at him with a nervous expression.

At this point, there was no reason to lie. He'd see right through you either way. Instead you allowed yourself to meet his gaze before confidently answering, "yes."

"So, what I'm hearing is that I should kiss you?" before you knew it, both if you were standing up and walking towards each other. Your chest rose and fell softly as you looked up at him, but your nerves dissipated as he reached up and tenderly cupped your cheek.

"Yes."

He leaned in hesitantly, making sure you weren't about to change your mind, watching as your eyes widened in surprise. Just when you couldn't handle it any longer, you leaned up ever so slightly and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. The boldness of your action surprised you so much that you quickly pulled back, a nervous expression clouding your features.

"Bucky, I-"

"Its okay," he promised gently, as you couldn't help the grin on your face, "if you don't mind, I think I'd like to do that again. You know, just for practice."

"For practice," you snorted softly, "whatever you want to call it old man."

"Hey," he reminded you with a cheeky wink, "I'm not the one who made me the subject of twenty questions."

"Maybe so - but I know if the tables were turned you'd have thought of me!"

"Bold of you to assume."

"Am I right?"

"Yes."

"Good," you put your hands on cheeks and pulled him down back down to your lips, kissing him softly, "because I'd like to do that a lot more."

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x fem!reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #this is the first ive written in weeks can u believe

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mantoniospam · 3 years

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Yakuza 0 update

Not bothered to progress the main story much, but I've beat up a kids dad to return a videogame; helped a dominatrix become more confident; and made friends with a policemen

I've also had the shit kicked out of me by an absolutely ENORMOUS fucker. A real brick shithouse. This dude built like Mr X, except instead of killing me he just took all my money

What the fuck is going on

I am beating up so many delinquents

I am eating so many beef bowls

I might learn Mahjong later

#yakuza #yakuza 0

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mundanewayv · 3 years

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wayv playing mahjong / blackjack with your family at the chinese new year gathering.

**wrote this while i was actually looking at my relatives play mahjong & blackjack (2 games that are really common during the occasion where i'm from)😂 happy chinese new year everyone! 新年快乐身体健康步步高升🍊✌🏻

kun: absolute novice at blackjack; needs you to be behind him to look at his cards and reassure him that he it's fine to take an extra card but ends up going over 21 🥲 family would play devil's advocate and taunt him to take cards just to see his reaction. the type to give his seat to you after losing $10 and watch you play instead and learn the game quietly from behind but celebrates the loudest when you win, doesn't ask for your share of wins😩❤️

ten: novice at mahjong, probably have seen it played by his granny but wasn't too interested. you sat down in the first round and though you lost against your grandma, ten has sorta, kinda understood how to play it & wanted to try. the type to stretch his arms & crack his neck before getting down to business. lost the first round but starts getting better after, yells & argues with your mom & aunties over the tiles, plays till 2 in the AM🥲

winwin: usually doesn't play mahjong but chinese new year is an exception. you didn't even know he played mahjong until he beat your mom at it🤯 the quiet type; shuffles tiles, arrange tiles & looks at tiles discreetly but the first to get a flush. doesn't like you standing behind him to pressure him (or spy for your mom). plays for the thrill and not really for the money but can get quite competitive once the stakes are higher but by then no one would have wanted to play 🥺

xiaojun: he is LOST. especially when it came to whether he should take more cards or nah. when you suddenly burst out at him for taking too much and now he needed to pay up. your dad, uncles, grandpa, pet dog etc. are all behind him giving him support and being his 'investor' (aka giving him money to play on because they simply love him and his reaction). when he wins his first king and ace cards, he cries and give a speech.

lucas: mahjong? his confidence >>>>> skills. sits next to you granny (aka the master of the house) confidently only for him to be lectured when he throws out a good tile or he almost went someone else's turn. lucas doesn't get intimidated but instead focus even harder and yells the loudest when he wins and might get so excited he flips the table. the type to visit grandma outside chinese new year just to play mahjong. subsequent years, he would come in his lucky red underwear when he is playing mahjong.

hendery: an ace. knows how to keep that poker face and hands are quick as lightning as he switch those tiles or snatch the tiles from others. not afraid to challenge granny since he know he is pretty skillful from all his online practice. granny actually likes him so much since he knows how to play mahjong (better than you and her other grandchildren at least). the type to receive extra red packet money from grandma 🥲

yangyang: gave him a day's notice to prepare for the annual blackjack session with the family and despite you warning him he might lose a lot considering how competitive your family is, his confidence doesn't falter. watches quick tricks and tips to win or how to read body language. ends up winning like a pro and impressing your entire family. aunts and uncles gathering around him and pitting him against you (no points for who they wanted to win)🥲. keeps all his winnings for himself🥲

#wayv scenarios #wayv scenario #wayv reaction #wayv reactions #kun scenario #wayv #hendery scenario #yangyang scenario #winwin scenario #wayv imagine #ten scenario #xiaojun scenario #lucas scenario

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So my boomer 2nd cousin has been semi disowned since 2016 for voting a certain way, it was the last straw for most of us including her own mother. I say semi as some of the family still speaks to her. I was at a wedding where she was invited and she decided to start up a conversation with me, the disabled lesbian cousin, about how my pills are what make me sick and gay. I stg I almost launched over a buffet table to beat her with a ladle. Any tips on not killing her?

I too have similar issues, and deal with them in one of three ways:

First, I remind myself of a time when I too had similarly ignorant beliefs fuelled by flawed reasoning and a lack of personal experience. I remind myself of the experiences that corrected my ignorance, and do my best to gently replicate those circumstances with the individual- I listen to their concerns and carefully steer them into questioning why and how they came to these conclusions.

I do this got two reasons: firstly because they will naturally resist any outside idea that conflicts with their image of themselves or the world around them, and secondly because any answer they come up with for themselves will always be more powerful than an answer said to their face.

If you want to teach a dog to sit, you don't yell at him to sit until he gets it right- you manipulate his circumstances so that he decides to himself.

Option two: I accept that this relative is simply one of many people on this earth who just generally sucks, and resolve myself to putting up with their incoherent, intolerant ramblings as I would the anxious, frantic shouting of a coked-out businessman riding the subway at 9 PM on a Wednesday. Am I uncomfortable? Am I concerned? Am I worried for his wellbeing and the health of his social circle? All yes. Am I fully equipped, able, willing and responsible to personally take him under my wing? Unfortunately less so. It would also be in poor taste to punch him into silence, and so I sit, playing Mahjong on my phone.

Option three: Relentless Mockery. 'Yeah dad, the atmosphere isn't real. Neither are lakes, birds, or 38% of your highschool graduating class. What, you're gonna believe what some scientist tells you? They work for the government, genius, they'll tell you whatever they want you to believe. You think Australia is a thing? It's a cover, genius. You ever been to Australia? No? Didn't think so. Hey, look at me, I'm Craig, I believe in global warming and dolphins. God, read a book.'

Relentless Mockery can be practiced both to the subject's face and in private, by your digression. Bonus point in favor of privacy or the close confidence of a friend: from there on, any otherwise shitty future encounter is *magically transformed* into yet another in a long line of ridiculous stories; an event to look forwards to instead of an ordeal to be suffered.

With Option Three™, you too can experience the euphoric high of a close personal friend asking, 'so, any new Aunt Linda stories?', to which you can respond,

"Oh my god. Okay, so my cousin's funeral was last weekend, right? So I go, and she's there. Not a big deal, except- you know- she *specifically* wasn't invited. So like, I'm in line to go in, and she's right in front of me just *sobbing*. I'm talking snot, tears, the whole nine yards. Going on about she can't believe he's gone, poor Danny, oh, she's going to miss him so much, she was his favourite auntie- and then she starts talking about the time she took him to Disneyland for his birthday. And I haven't heard this one, so I'm just nodding along, but she's saying how she rented a motel and took him to the pool, and how she took him up on the log ride and took pictures with peter pan or some shit- and I'm starting to zone out, right, but then my other cousin cuts in, and he's like, "when was this?" And she was like, "oh, his fifteenth birthday", and HE goes, "you were in Chicago when Dan was fifteen, remember? Your boyfriend invited you out while he was on time off", and she just turns, like, purple. Saying that he must be remembering, that it was definitely then, and she could never forget, but then- get this- AUNT CAROLINE shows up. And she's, like, PISSED. "You never took Daniel anywhere, you haven't been there for his birthday since he was nine years old, what are you talking about?" And I'm just standing there like. Oh My God. Right? And then they're just SCREAMING at each other, right, and that's when the priest walks in, and he just sees them tearing each other apart, and he goes- "ladies, please keep it down, we can hear you in the chapel"- ...and then she turns to HIM. I didn't hear the rest. I just ran. Didn't go back until the wake. They're not talking anymore, though."

Option Three: A Trusted Personal Favorite.

Then again...... Some people really do need an ass whooping. Not that I'd endorse that. Encouraging violence would be irresponsible. Don't hit your shitty relative with a ladle.

Or just avoid her forever. That works, too.

IDK. Still working on this one. Anyone else got anything?

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The Underworld

Part 1/2:

Wading through the gleaming streetways of Kugane under it’s midnight rainfall, the hulking silhouette of Ryuki sluggishly wandering the streets of the Rakuza District nearest the Garlean Consulate. Even with the rainfall, the middle-aged Auri opted for a black Yanxian haori, hakama and zori. He was poised in his deceptive hunch, bamboo cane in hand. His head was kept down, but his focus remained forward, golden irises piercing the night from between salt and pepper hair.

The typical crowd to be expected in the Rakuza District was present, albeit in semi-smaller quantities on account of the hour. Merchant shacks and carts had closed for the evening with staff retired to the safety of their homes. Men loitered around, a majority dressed in a black kimono or haori, with little skin to be shown off. Raen Auri, Roegadyn, and Hyur were present in the masses, exchanging words in Hingan. These men likewise populated the less-visible alleyways of the Rakuza District area, performing the occasional swapping of unseen materials - in many cases, some variation of a drug. Despite the vacancy of the merchant stalls and closed teahouses or restaurants, a few establishments continued to operate, nestled in the rear alleyways, ranging from sexually illicit stores to karaoke lounges and bars. The alleyways and surrounding area were kept impeccably clean and unviolated with litter or property defacing.

As Ryuki neared the strip of the Rakuza District nearest the Garlean Consulate, he halted at the steps of a specific karaoke lounge - in contrast to the few others that sat in the more hidden reaches, this lounge made no effort to keep out of sight. The light from within held a reddish hue, illuminating the exterior with a soft crimson glow. A man stood idly to one side of the main entrance, dressed in a floor-length black and grey yukata, a mess of chocolate hair covering his forehead. A katana was boldly sheathed at a hip, and despite the occasional patrol units of the Sekiseigumi, this potentially criminal offense was spared not more than a passing glance by roaming guards before turning to continue along their route. He casted a side-long glance towards Ryuki as he approached, holding it for a moment before dipping into a respectful bow. He turned his attention towards the streets when this had concluded.

Ryuki slowly returned the gesture, stepping into the karaoke lounge with careful footsteps. The interior of the entrance hall was exquisite, adorned with high quality Hingan sake and whiskey to break the bank of a typical visitor. Gorgeous black leather couches and seats sat neatly in the general seating area, fine porcelain wares studded in imperial-quality jade standing on display on tabletops nearby. Authentic works of Hingan and Doman art were hung along the walls, varying in styles from ukiyo-e to Yanxian landscape painting. Private karaoke rooms were layered along hallways branching from either side of the entrance hall, with all listed as ‘Unoccupied’ in Hingan kanji except for one karaoke room at a hallway end listed as ‘In Use’. Despite the lack of complete lack of patronage in the hallway or anywhere in sight, the faint scent of cigar smoke sat in the air.

A brawny Sea Wolf Roegadyn silently tended to the bar area, organizing glasses and sanitizing what was in reach. He boasted a full suit and tie, along with polished dress shoes and a slicked back head of navy blue hair. As Ryuki made his presence known, the Roegadyn spoke up in curt Hingan, halting his cleaning to bow in the expected Eastern fashion. <”A familiar face. Good evening. How may I assist you this evening? Might I start you off with something to drink, or would you like to rent out a room?”>

Ryuki, with his haori and hakama partially plastered down by rainwater, dipped at the waist in turn. Replying in Hingan. <”Good evening. I respectfully decline your offer. I have business with yours’.”> Maintaining an even eye contact, he made a mental note of the shotgun in the Roegadyn’s holster.

Despite the vague explanation for his arrival, the Roegadyn knitted his brows, gesturing towards one end of a hallway with an open palm. <”...I am of the assumption you understand where to go. Thank you for stopping by, Kotaro-sama.”> With a parting bow, he slowly pivoted on a heel, returning to his mindless cleaning.

The Auri man returned the gesture graciously, turning his attention towards the hallway to his left. Leading with his bamboo cane, he made his way for the peak end of the hallway where the private room marked ‘In Use’ sat. He stood before the door a moment before twisting the knob, pushing the door open and revealing a downward staircase. What began as a faint trace of smoke in the main entrance area amplified in intensity as Ryuki began his descent. Upon arrival at the base of the staircase and with further travel down another hallway, he peered up, greeted with the hanging scroll that marked the entrance of a place unknown to the masses too cowardly or blissfully unaware. Upon the scroll laid a bold daimon.

The daimon of the Takaneda-gumi.

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Stepping into the space with a gentle opening of the entrance door, Ryuki stood still with his hunch persisting. The interior space was moderately lit with Hingan lanterns along the wall, alongside various Hannya masks that seemed prepared to come alive at a moment’s notice. As was the case in the upstairs area, the space was adorned with priceless Eastern paintings, velvet crimson couches and traditional cushions and randomly placed jade statues of Eastern serpents and terrifying creatures of legend. Expensive bottles of Eastern sake and whiskey littered the tables. Of all the aspects to note, one stood out in contrast to the Eastern-lounge feel to the space -- the small number of Imperial banners that hung, showcasing the widely denounced Garlean insignia. A group of men loitered about against the walls or on sofa cushions with bottles of sake in hand. Roegadyn, Raen Auri and Hyur. In contrast to the bartender above, these men boasted some variation of a sleeveless haori or no shirt at all. A myriad of Eastern irezumi inkings coated the skin of what was visible, leaving only the face unmarked. The majority chatted idly with one another in the native tongue. A smaller cluster were huddled at a table, lost in a game of Doman Mahjong with a handsome quantity of koban on the line. The scent of smoke hung thickly, sourced collectively from lit cigars. Everyone present looked occupied in some fashion, speaking in casual Hingan without a care in the world.

That is, until Ryuki made his presence known.

The Raen man advanced into this new space with a bow, greeted with the wary side-long looks of the majority present including the group involved in the game of Doman Mahjong. Seeming overall unperturbed by the attention and sudden silence, Ryuki hardly gave the group a passing glance as he made his way for another room across the way flanked by twin Eastern serpent statues and scrolls showcasing the Takaneda-gumi daimon.

<”I am obliged to understand what you are doing here, Kotaro-san.”> A gruff voice in Hingan called out.

Ryuki slowly peered over his shoulder, met with viciously scarred Midlander man. The accursed third ‘Garlean eye’ visible on his forehead with his mop of hair slicked back. <”My reasons for a visitation are of no concern to you, shateigashira.”> Ryuki grunted.

The Garlean Hyur canted his head. <”No concern to me? Is that the case? I speak to the man whose Clan nearly sent our operations spiraling into extinction following the liberation of your pitiful excuse for a home. You dare treat me as a chip on your shoulder, you Eorzean-sympathizing bastard?”>

<”That will be all. I pray to the Kami your oyabun will teach you respect. You are as a lawless babe, threatened by those that question your hotheaded temper. How many times must we have this interaction, Raekis-san?”> Ryuki mused, turning about half-way. <”I do understand this to be a common flaw present in the Garlean population.>”

The Garlean Hyur gnashed his teeth, reaching for a dagger nestled away. Halfway through his motion, under the squinted stare from Ryuki, he stopped. <”...We will have our day, Kotaro-san. You will find yourself a Clan patriarch, with no Clan.”> Casting a smoldering look at the door nearby, he pivoted on a heel to walk off. Likely to burn off steam.

Huffing, Ryuki approached the doorway flanked by Eastern serpents and hanging Takaneda-gumi scrolls. Remembering his mannerisms, he delivered a knock on the door.

<”Come in, Kotaro-San.”> A low voice responded with not a moment to spare before Ryuki could get a word out. Smooth and confident.

Adjusting his haori, Ryuki pensively pushed his way into the space at the voice’s invitation. The ‘office’ was akin to a more condensed version of the underground lounge he had arrived from, with the addition of an ornate fool’s portal mounted on the wall.

A monstrous Raen man sat comfortably on a leather chair to the rear of the office before a desk, kiseru pipe pinched between fingers. Even in comparison to Ryuki, who stood a few ilms taller than your average Auri when his hunch was lifted, this man-in-waiting was taller still by a few more ilms - almost abnormally so. He looked between 30 and 35 in age, rippling with scarred and irezumi inked muscle underneath a luxurious suit and tie. A hefty tail resembling that of a komodo dragon with a hazardous quantity of spines and jagged edges hung from the edge of his seat. A pair of cold, calculating irises bore viciously into Ryuki the moment he worked the door open, orange in color and glowing with a feral intensity. His skin was a tan caramel in shade and hair a short mess of black, spiked forward and partially shielding his right eye. A pair of ridged horns angled downward and forward from his skull like animal canines. He faced the door with legs crossed in the male fashion, tapping a pointed fingernail against his kiseru pipe as he suppressed the urge to greet his visitor with an unnerving, fanged smile.

<”I am truly blessed this evening. Please, take a seat, Kotaro-san.”> The man gestured to the Eastern cushion purposefully placed before his desk. A power play to all who dared request an meeting.

Eying the cushion, Ryuki shook his head, bowing slowly. <”With all due respect, I would wish to stand. Takaneda no Zenkoshi.>” He spoke the man’s full name, tapping his bamboo cane into the floor.

<”You would do well to remember your place in my pecking order, Kotaro-san.”> Zenkoshi remarked with a lift of his brow, extending a finger to gesture to his guest’s bamboo cane. <”An impressive act. However, I am a man of authenticity.”> He took a generous hit of his kiseru pipe. <”Would you not agree?”>

Ryuki knitted his brows, placing his cane against the doorway and rolling his shoulders back. He stood at his full height, hunch dropping entirely. The man stood with his hands at his side, eying the crime lord warily. <”I will stand. Do me harm, and suffer the unending wrath of my people, oyabun-”>

<”Your ‘people’?”> Zenkoshi interrupted, head tilted softly to the side. <”Your people are fewer with each passing month, Kotaro-san. Your numbers…”> He trailed off, taking another puff of his kiseru pipe. <”...I can name on a hand. As you can see, I have been a busy man.”> Opening a palm and gesturing to the hideout on the outside, smiling. <”My men live as nobility. I, myself, the emperor I was destined to be.”>

<”Even with your much beloved financial masters fractured and left to wander?”> Ryuki mused, arms folded across his torso. <”The Garlean Empire is in hopeless disrepair. Soldiers and civilians have fled. Squadrons disbanded. With your funding strained, what remains of your brutish band of traffickers and petty criminals?”>

Zenkoshi chuckled darkly behind his kiseru pipe, pinning it between his elongated fangs for the moment. Speaking up. “<Petty criminals...without koban, we are stripped of potential. Although.”> He released his pipe. <”Hard times create strong men. I am apologetic on your behalf. Your Clan’s mindless vigilante days have produced a storm beyond your understanding.”> The Raen continued on with a fine squint.

Staring at the oyabun with a stoic expression, Ryuki produced a gutteral hum from deep within his throat. <”Takaneda-sama, I implore you to move past this. I have repeatedly taken accountability for my Clan’s hotheaded actions. Dealing with your mettle is best left to the Sekiseigumi, easily enticed by koban as they are.”> He spoke with blatant distaste on his tongue.

<”You fail to witness the deep-seated effects of your ‘glory days’.”> He pointed his kiseru pipe at the older man. <”Wrenched operation after operation bled us dry of much of our support. Even much of the Empire has learned to fear the Shinobi, it would seem.”> Zenkoshi frowned. <”I do wonder. Who remains? The patriarch...and his heiress.”> Slowing his speech as he neared the end.

<”This conflict is between you and I.>” Ryuki spoke up without a moment to spare, jamming a finger at the ground between the two. <”You and I. This occurred on my watch.”>

Zenkoshi lifted a palm. <”Are you so lost beyond your years you forget the business in which I operate, old friend?”> Sneering. <”An heiress of so feared a Clan would fetch a fortune. Or, if this is not to your liking, she can remain here? How lonely this office can be...”> He mused, looking off to the side. <”If you wish to end this ‘bickering’ as you so graciously label it.”>

<”This is OUT of the question!”> Ryuki roared, slamming his palms atop the oyabun’s desk. <”You have enough koban and material wealth to last an eternity. I will hear NONE of this rabble.”> He hissed between clenched teeth, leaning forward to drill his reptilian gaze into the crime lord. <”I will bleed you in the dead of night.”>

In an impressive display of collectiveness, Zenkoshi remained in his seated position. He snapped his kiseru pipe with a sudden tensing up of the hand, irises ablaze with fury as his lips curled back to reveal his vicious set of teeth. <”I am going to recommend a soothing dip in the Onsen to ease that tension, Kotaro-san. Have a lovely evening. I will keep in touch.”> The man spoke with an unnatural coolness, veins popping along his neck.

Visibly shaking from a narrowly restrained anger, Ryuki lifted himself from his aggressive lean, watching the oyabun from start to finish. Wordless tension. With a pivot on his heel, he grabbed his bamboo cane, exiting the office and heading for the upstairs. Ignoring the clusters of Takaneda-gumi that had gathered following his sudden outburst.

Zenkoshi slowly laced his fingers atop his desk, leaning back with a hot exhale of breath.

<”In time.”>

#ffxiv ffxivrp

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designernishiki · 11 months

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this is a fucking status symbol. I deserve more respect than the US marines for achieving this

#rambling #y0 #I WENT THROUGH HELL FOR THIS TROPHY SND I FINALLY GOT IT #gagshdfjfjdh #im also at like 92% on my completion list now so hehe >:3 we’re gettin there #I still have a bunch of gambling to do #but I’m hoping my friend will help me with that #a different friend taught me how to play shogi the other day but I’m. not confident in it at All #I can handle mahjong cause it’s like half sheer luck. but shogi. that’s pure skill. and i am stupid #anyway I will revel in the fact that I am within the 1.1% of players who got this trophy #yakuza 0

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prhyunsoo · 4 years

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hi!! i’m dan (22, she/hers), you’ve probably seen me around in a couple of places, but since we’re in quarantine why not join one more yeah 😙 bio’s here (warning: it’s long) but more info (warning: it’s just as long i’m so sorry) on the ringmaster is under the cut!

LEE HYUNSOO / 31 / TAILOR / CLUB FOUNDER / OPERATION NAME: MAMA GOOSE***

born and raised in wynwood, florida (miami) during the 90′s pre-gentrification time. mom and dad are/were blue-collar workers with textile sales jobs in the fashion district, so humble upbringing as their only son

took him getting older to fully realize their/the neighborhood's ses status against the wave of rich people coming in and setting up shop. not discouraged, but from that point on it's not the first time he encounters it

starts working in textiles with his parents around 15-16 starting out in stocking/resupply, becomes familiar with the trade and soon he's also doing something of a sales gig too

before he knows it though he's 18 with 0 prospects of getting into a decent college, so his parents are like “🙂 what was the point of moving to this country then u fool” luckily uncle hojun down in south korea needs help running silk, a custom tailoring shop so he's shipped off there

culture shock in more ways than 1: korea's booming so gangnam's RICH rich than it already was and these are his uncle's clientele so as from ages 18-20 hyunsoo's tailing after him and getting to walk into all of these ridiculously extravagant houses with their ridiculously extravagant things and it's a bit of an eye-opener

then ‘08 happens with the recession, and their business doesn’t get off scot-free, contempt for all that excess etc we’ve all seen parasite...meets @calpr 1 night, gets drunk and they end up pulling off a robbery stint on the fly who woulda thunk right

ff 3 years and he’s a tailor right alongside his uncle making custom fits for these rich assholes except! he’s starting to swipe small valuables and pawning them off

hatches up an elaborate plan and hits up @calpr and later @prjooyeon to start the president’s club, est. 2011 and run by yours truly, pulling heist after heist after heist

in a nutshell: charming in the sense he’s easy to get along/strike a conversation with, dynamic, always thinking out of the box, composed in a way that you wouldn’t think this is the same guy who came up with a plan to smuggle a van gogh that involved the use of a manequinn, two (2) cans of string cheese, “the flight of the bumblebee,” and a mcdonald’s driveway

but anyway this is where ***the mama goose codename comes in which...IS JUST FOR FUN...DURING MISSIONS ONLY...honestly it was either that or Florida Man but only maybe 2-3 people who Know What They Know can call him that so... (who wants dibs)

not cocky (because you never know when things do go wrong), more along the lines of being confident in his ideas and the team’s abilities

definitely had fun planning the different ways he invited each member into the club

if they’re targetting individual persons, this is where his job as a tailor comes in at some point and he can scope out the area/home before they can infiltrate

has no problem altering suits/clothes if asked because he doesn’t want a shabby looking crowd when they’re on the prowl, ya feel me

random headcanons speaks fluent korean/english and advanced-near fluent spanish, his song library on shuffle: chopped&screwed > deftones > mariah carey’s best hits > young thug > 1950′s bossa nova, thinks armani is trash do NOT wear armani around him, signature scent(s) are kalemat black, l’instant de guerlain (2005), and hermes’ poivre samarcande, loves fusion food, lazy mode is when he’s wearing his chunky frames and a hoodie from a school he never went to, loves warm weather, swims and plays basketball to stay fit, likes uno and mahjong, has a horrible sweet tooth

bonus i am once again asking

#prclub:intro

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itakesurveys · 4 years

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Survey 297

Whats the most boring guy’s name out there? hmm.. probably mike or joe.

Do you know how to play mahjong? i’m sorry? come again?

Ever had a promise ring? i’m wearing a ring now and it’s not an engagement. so i guess that would be a promise ring.

Could you handle living together with the last person who texted you? yes. been living with him for like 7 years.

Were you happy when you woke up today? yes. but i was upset that i had to go to work. which ended up being a shit show.

Have you ever tripped someone? on accident.

Something you really want right now? kinda feeling vain right now. i would like to lose 5 more pounds. i’m turning 30 in march and i’m planning on doing a little photo-shoot to boost confidence. i’ve managed to lose weight this past year. like 25/30lbs. i just want to feel happier about myself.

Do you get freaked out when you’re in the dark? not really.

Who are you more like, mom or dad? my mom. with flying colors. my mom and i are legit the same person.

Do you avoid physically unattractive people, even before knowing them? of course not.

Does anything on your body hurt? my foot.

Have you ever kissed under fireworks? i’m sure i have.

Could you date someone taller than you? yes.

Last person you hugged? boyfriend when i got home from work.

What smiley face do you use most often? :)))

Could you go the rest of your life without doing any drugs? sure.

Which friend are you most similar to? bryanna.

What if you got pregnant by the last person who texted you? it would be nuts bc i’m a boy but i would be happy because it’s my boyfriend.

What are your plans for tonight? this, then music and bed.

Do you hate the last person you kissed? nope.

What are you thinking about right now? how this headache is almost gone and i’m going to take a couple bolding surveys and then head to bed.

What’s the biggest turn off in the opposite sex? idk. i’m gay.

Did you stand on your tippy-toes when you had your last hug? nah, but i walk on mu tippy-toes a lot though.

Who do you miss? plenty.

Does anyone know your password besides you? boyfriend.

If you could have anyone with you right now, who would it be? he is here.

Anything weird happen today? nah. pretty normal.

What are you most excited for? moving.

Would it be more likely of you to fail your sciences or math? math.

Last person you kissed calls wanting to hang out, what do you say? bitchh why you calling me. you sitting right next to me.

How often do you catch yourself daydreaming? every s e c o n d of e v e r yday . . .

Can you count your serious relationships on one hand? yes.

Where did you get the shirt you’re wearing right now? target.

What was the last song you listening to? still listening the adele - 25 album.

This time last year, were you single? nope.

Who is someone you’ll always hate? trump? lol gross.

Do you know anyone with the same name as you? plenty.

Who knows your biggest secret(s)? boyfriend.

What are you doing right now? this.

What happened at 9:00 am today? going crazy at work because it was a holiday and people love to ruin lives.

What’s the first thing you did when you woke up this morning? said hi to my dood.

Do you care if people hate you for no reason? lol no.

Last incoming phone call? telemarketer.

Do you have a best friend? boyfriend/bryanna.

Are you in a good mood? yes.

Have you ever slept in the same bed as your friend? dahhh. last was my best friend bryannas night before her wedding.

How many piercings do you have? one.

Have you ever gone tanning? once. i wish i could go more. but it scares me.

You can get a puppy or a new car. Which do you choose? car. even though i don’t drive. i would sell it. i don’t want a puppy at all.

Do you wear a belt with every pair of jeans? yes.

The last person to hurt you apologizes, do you accept? yes.

What do you hear right now? adeles voice still.

What was your first thought when you woke up today? FUCK I’M TIRED.

#survey #surveys #questions #text

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asiaticfanaticblog-blog · 5 years

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Bizarre China-Related Loanwords in Japanese

This post will be a list of China-related loanwords in Japanese which can be written in kanji. Some come from older names for cities, others from food words. Words that I am confident came from Mandarin or Cantonese are marked with [M] and [C] respectively

(Unusual) City Names:

北京 (ペキン) Beijing

南京 (ナンキン) Nanjing

台北 (タイペイ) Taipei

広東 (カントン) Canton, Guangdong

香港 (ホンコン) Hong Kong [C]

(Most chinese cities will be close to their mandarin chinese names, but these deviate from that slightly more than usual)

Food Words:

烏龍茶 (うーろんちゃ) Oolong Tea [M]

炒飯 (チャーハン) fried rice [C]

炒麺 (チャーメン) Chow mein [C]

雑砕 or 炒汁砕 (チャプスイ) Chop Suey [C]

餃子 (ぎょーざ or チャオズ) Gyoza

焼売 (シューマイ) Cantonese dumplings [C]

雲吞 (ワンタン) Wonton [C]

飲茶 (ヤムチャ) Yum cha (eating snacks/ dim sum with tea) [C]

白菜 (パクチョイ) Bok choy/ chinese cabbage (also read as はくさい, but seems to refer to a slightly different species of cabbage in that case) [C], but only for パクチョイ

茘枝 (ライチ) lychee (read as れいし for the technical name, ライチ casually) [C]

木須肉 (ムース―ロウ) Moo shu pork (shredded pork) [M]

Other Words:

麻雀 (マージャン) Mahjong

旗袍 (チーパオ) Qipao, chinese gown [M]

長衫 (チョウサン、チョーサン、チャンサン) Cheongsam, mandarin gown [C]

Note: Both the qipao and cheongsam can also be referred to as チャイナドレス, or チャイナ服 (ちゃいなふく).

併音 (ピンイン) Pinyin [M]

功夫 (かんふー、くんふー) kung fu [M/C] (this one I’m none to sure of which it came from, I think it is both due to the 2 alternate readings)

苦力 (クーリー) coolie [M]

Interesting seeing some of these words commonly written in kanji but still retaining a pseudo-chinese reading. Also interesting to note how most come out sounding similar to their english loanword counterparts. Thanks for reading, and if people have other good examples please show me!

#kanji #japanese #japanese vocabulary #japanese language #learning japanese

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Wandering Hops: Hardy Ridge Loop

Now this was more like it! Starting the day near the crack of noon (About 11:15am) after a 1.5 hour drive through the beautiful Columbia River Gorge, I arrived at the Beacon Rock State Park, awash in old memories and new expectations.

Last year, long before the re-release of the website, I completed my first pacific north west trail in this park, the Hamilton Mountain Loop. It is a heavily trafficked and grueling uphill climb that proved worth the effort; rewarding those that persevere with stunning views of the Columbia River Gorge.

Arriving at the Equestrian trail, memories flashed through my mind of barely being able to move for a week after my last Beacon Rock experience, but I wasn’t about to let that stop me. Hardy Ridge was advertised in my research as a low trafficked, somewhat overgrown, and moderately challenging trail.

A “moderate hike” is an interesting term, normally they are rated easy, moderate, or hard. However, these terms are not well defined thus leaving one to be surprised. When I hiked Hamilton last year, I remember it being listed as a challenging, moderate hike. This year, it is rated as a difficult hike, go figure.

You have to have faith, dear reader, until proven otherwise. This works well in life, as well as the trail at least, until it doesn't.

Taking off from the trailhead, which had the feature of not-potable water. (though this did not stop some intrepid, thirsty souls from availing themselves to it) I took off on a nice, broad trail with the forest canopy above me shielding me from the noonday sun.

So far so good.

The trail pitched gently up for the first mile and a half or so, where I came to a decision. I could head for Hamilton Mountain (an alternative to the hike I did last year) or go left or right for the Hardy Ridge Loop.

Ultimately, I turned left. Looking at my map, it seemed there were more serious elevation gains in that direction. Getting the hard work done early, while I was still fresh seemed the logical option.

It was at this point I began to feel a surge of confidence. The trail continued to veer vaguely up. There was not a mountain biker in sight, and the only evidence I saw of horses were their tracks (along with other things I don’t care to mention) indicating their occasional presence on the trail. Overall traffic was light, with only a few other hikers milling about, and all seemed quite wonderful with the world.

To be honest I was patting myself on the back for finding such a great, moderately challenging hike, as I watched garter snakes zip off the trail to hide, and butterflies fly from flower to flower.

It all began so well, the makings of a beautiful day.

Then… about another half a mile or so down I saw a sign, “Foot Traffic Only” and just past was my trail, with a serious incline, taking me up to the hardest part of the day...

In retrospect the sign should have read… “Welcome to hell.”

For the next mile and a half to two miles it was a constant uphill climb, of zig zagging switch backs, and ever increasing steep inclines, until it got to extremes where I was basically climbing to get up ledges set into the trail.

During this time I was enveloped by a thick,cool, humid forest bursting with life. The Columbia River below me has a type of marine layer effect that diminished by degrees as I climbed until suddenly the air began to clear and the forest opened up to reveal the full majesty of the Columbia River Gorge.

The challenge is part of the experience. While it was tough physical work to scramble up those switchbacks, and pull myself up the trail ultimately the reward was stunning beauty, and a sense of accomplishment that lasted for hours as I surveyed the world stretching out to the horizons around me.

And I was still just getting started!

All of this switchbacking, climbing, scrambling craziness takes you to another junction point. You can continue up on a hike along the ridge of the gorge, or bypass it entirely to head towards the “lower loop” on your way back to the Equestrian Trailhead.

I did not come to bypass anything, in fact, I had my GPS set to track and trace so that I would not miss a mile and, while challenging, so far this hike had been completely worth it.

So… that meant, it was time to go up some more.

This is where the hike started throwing curveballs at me. At points, the width of the trail was far less than six inches wide, making it difficult to use my trekking poles. Parts of the trail here grew very rocky, and a bit treacherous causing me to slip and slide a few times. (When you are close to a 1500-2000 foot drop, this definitely gets your attention.) All the while the forest was thinning, giving way to a grassy and viney morass that was encroaching in on the trail at every opportunity.

Finally, I reach the stony ridge and am trekking upon it, with vistas that stretch for miles. The wind is blowing cool fresh air up from the Columbia, and I am reminded again why I do this, why I come out to hike, as I pass some of my fellows from the morning who have stopped at this edge or that to take selfies, eat lunch or both.

This was one of the highlights of my day, finally reaching the end of the trail spur with no option but to turn back or to take up base jumping.

Having left my parachute at home… I decided to stop for lunch, the flies began to buzz about my head, until I felt like I was reenacting a scene from the Ten Commandments. Still, nothing could destroy my joy at what I had accomplished thus far. Hardy Ridge, while a real beast in places, had been a very enjoyable hike, and I was only half way done!

It was all (mostly) downhill from here. (In a good way.)

Now some people despise going downhill far more than they hate going uphill. I am of a different philosophy. Downhill for me is the long slow cooldown of a hike. My speed generally increases, and I find I have more time to enjoy the scenery because I’m less worried about my heart beating out of my chest and filing for separation.

Retracing my steps, coming back to where I was earlier before taking the ridge hike, the same pattern of switchbacks, rockiness, and patches of deep forest awaited me on the lower Hardy Ridge, but, as said, going down makes this MUCH easier for me.

Navigating it deftly, the day kind of melted into the plodding rhythm of my steps, and an overall enjoyment of the scenery around me until I finally broke out, back on to the equestrian portion of the trail.

From here there was little more to do but proceed back to the trail head, and play some Mahjong on my phone until my long suffering husband arrived to take me home.

Next up…. Black Hole falls!

#wanderinghops #studioprey #hiking #pacificnorthwest #trail #trailreport #writing #nature #columbiarivergorge #beaconstatepark

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