#have a safe but turnt new year celebration

[a9saga]

my chemical romance - destroya // fuck it this sounds like a scandal song to me

[g0kotta]

Bound 2

Mikey, Haitani Ran, Haitani Rindou, Shion Madarame x gn!reader

They fall for you

Bound to fall in love <3

Sano Manjiro

I know I got a bad reputation

Walking 'round, always mad reputation

He was a well known delinquent around Japan. Many already knew his last name, because of his older brother Shinichiro, but it was obvious how different they were. Mikey was ruthless, he didn’t care about anything and anyone. His main purpose in life was to create chaos and bring pain. While Shinichiro was a delinquent who cared about everyone. He did what made him happy and he tried to help out other’s as well. That’s why his death brought many to tears, Shinichiro was named as a legend which no one would ever forget.

But for Mikey.. People prayed for Mikey’s downfall and that should’ve been one of the biggest red flags for you. But you didn’t care about any of that. What you cared about was how he treated you. He saw you as an equal and promised to protect you with his whole life. He met you when he was still in Toman. He was buying midnight snacks when you came into the small shop near his house. It wasn’t love at first sight, but he knew you’d be something to him. A friend, an enemy, or a lover - he didn’t know. But he had a feeling. And he was right. You two became close extremely fast.

At nights he’d hold you close and whisper about your future. How he wants to marry you, even though he knows it’s not safe. He even thought about leaving this life behind, but that wasn’t possible. He’d ask you to never leave him. Mikey was broken, after losing so much. And you’d stay with him until the very end. Even if it meant losing your sanity.

Haitani Ran

Leave a pretty girl sad reputation

He was a playboy. Breaking the hearts of guys and girls without any shame or guilt. He had the looks and the personality and that was enough. People knew how he was, but they still expected to be the one for Ran. But the relationships ended not even a month in. Haitani was capable of having a good relationship, but he just never found the right one. Deciding to just indulge in one night stands. But that was until he met you.

You were so rude and cold towards him. You had no fear, even though you knew the power his name held. You thought he was the most annoying person to exist on this planet and he thought you were the most perfect human being. But of course it was hard for him to convince you that he actually liked you. Ran was cursing out himself for building the reputation he had and Rindou was laughing at his older brother’s problem.

He knew it would take a long while to make you believe him. But he was persistent. He wouldn’t give up. Not until he had you in his arms.

Haitani Rindou

Start a Fight Club, Brad reputation

I turnt the nightclub out of the basement

Haitani Rindou was known for a lot of things. He was a delinquent, he helped his brother kill someone at the age of twelve, he spent a lot of his teenage years in Juvie, he was known as a celebrity in Roppongi and around school he was also known for being rude and cold towards other students, pushing them around with his brother. Basically, he wasn’t a good person and everyone and their moms knew this. Following the footsteps of his older brother Ran, he built himself a name which brought fear to many. The only exceptions to this were his brother, his friends and for some reason - you.

You had just moved to Japan, not having any family there, or knowing anyone in that country in general. Your dad got a job in Tokyo and he took this opportunity to make more money. Of course you weren’t too fond of this idea, but who were you to crush his dreams. So you sucked it all in and decided to just keep quiet. Surprisingly it wasn’t too bad. Even though you were in the centre of attention (good and bad) you enjoyed making new friends and joining clubs. Mostly everything was going great, until the day you bumped into the famous Haitani Rindou. You had heard stories about him from your new friends, but he wasn’t what you had expected him to be.

He made sure you were okay and was blushing the whole time you two talked. What you didn’t know was how you managed to consume his mind. You were all he could think about. Your smile, your eyes, your cute accent and the funny way you pronounced words. Rindou managed to develop the biggest crush on you just by talking to you for a few minutes.

“Hey, there’s a party at my place.” He clears his throat. “On friday. I’ll be the dj. Come over?”

“For sure.” You smile at him and write down your number on a small piece of paper.

That was a start of a long lasting relationship.

Shion Madarame

And ay, ayo, we made to Thanksgiving

So ay, maybe we can make it to Christmas

Shion wasn’t the best at showing his emotions. He couldn’t tell you how he felt most of the time. Maybe it was because of pride, or maybe he was never taught to speak out. You didn’t know. But you did know that he loved you. You knew from the high school days, when he bumped into you on accident and then blamed it all on you.

He was a dumbass. He was forgetful, rude, way too stuck up and egoistic. Even after losing a fight, he’d walk with his head high and you didn’t know if that was a good, or a bad thing. All you knew was that you’d be there to patch him up. And even if he didn’t show it - he was grateful. Shion never thought you’d like him back. You were way too good for him. But he never regretted the stupid letter he wrote to you when he was sixteen. He’d always remember how you smiled while reading it and how you knew that it was him.

Now, he walked around the streets of Japan with you in his arms, his head still held high, but for different reasons. Shion knew they were all jealous of him. After all, you were a beauty to behold.

[angelvyxen]

Rookie of the Year 🍾

The events that took place the night Melo won Rookie of the Year

“Alright gang, I’m out.” Melo said as he reached out to Miles for a dap up. When his teammates told him that they planned a ‘small’ and ‘lowkey’ get together to celebrate him winning Rookie of the Year, Melo didn’t imagine that 200 extra people would be joining them for the night.

He didn’t want to be rude, so he stayed for a an hour or two but now that his social battery and overall tolerance for having camera’s shoved in his face and random dudes calling him ‘gang’ had run out; he was more than ready to head home.

“You out already?” Pj asked. He sat on one of the barstools that faced the kitchen island, gently swiveling himself back and forth while still holding on tightly to Melo’s award as he slouched over the counter top. Devontae stood beside him, patting his back with a glass of water in his free hand and a trash can at his feet in case Pj decided he wanted to throw up again. He’d gotten a little too turnt a little too fast.

“Yeah, I gotta head home. My girl waiting for me.”

Pj sucked his teeth, making all 3 of them laugh. Him and Brittney were going through it at the moment so he was using any and every excuse he could get to stay away from her, even if it was for a couple minutes.

“Tonight not about no bitches, you should be out having a good time and doing you!” Pj started to argue.

“I did do me, and now I’m ready to get home. Is that a crime?”

“See, it’s already happening.”

“What’s happening, Paul?” Miles mused as he leaned over the counter, using his elbows to prop himself up.

Pj cut his eyes towards him, “Don’t use my government nigga, we’ve been over this.”

“My bad, my bad.”

“Yeah, your bad….bitch.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Melo intervened, trying his best not to laugh, “Let’s all calm it down now, no need for all this violence.”

“Pj, drink some more water bro.” Devontae pushed the cup towards Pj who rolled his eyes in response before hiccuping.

“I don’t need no water, now Melo, like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted,” he sent glare towards Miles who only stared back in pure amusement, “You can’t let that girl bitch you bro.”

“How does him wanting to go home mean she’s bitching him bro?” Miles chuckled.

“Don’t act fucking dumb, he at a party to celebrate his win, he worked hard to get where he’s at, you’d think he deserves at least one night alone to do him! He don’t gotta be laid up in the house with his girl all the time! Sometimes a nigga wants to go out and see a different pair of titties than the ones at home, he can’t help it, He’s young! It’s not his fault she’s old and saggy-”

“This sounding real personal, Pj.” Melo cut him off.

“You tryna tell us Brittney got saggy titties?” Miles asked.

“HELL YEA! LOOKING LIKE A PAIR OF BASSET HOUND EARS!” Pj suddenly yelled which instantly had Melo, Miles, and Devontae crying with laughter.

“Yea you done for the night gang, you gotta go to bed or something. Sleep this shit off.” Melo said as he pried his trophy out of Pj’s grip.

“I’ll see y’all later, ight?” He said, dapping everyone up before leaving. He made his way to his car as quickly as possible, wanting to avoid getting stopped at all costs. Charlotte was live tonight, especially since the news about him winning Rookie of the Year had already spread to everyone. People were out on the streets just waiting to get a look at him and as previously stated, he didn’t have the time nor patience for that tonight.

Once he had made it to his car he slid inside the drivers seat and locked the doors. He sat the award down in the passengers side and buckled it up, ‘just to make sure it stays safe’ he told himself. He picked up his phone and began to text you.

He set his phone down in the cup holder and started the car. He was halfway home, sitting at a red light when his phone screen lit up again, he picked it up and unlocked it to see what you had sent clearly.

“Bet.” He said to himself, a small smirk spreading across his face. He set his phone back down when he caught the glint of green from the corner of his eye and continued his drive home.

When he got home he parked in his usual spot and grabbed the trophy from the seat. He made his way inside his building, to the elevator and from there up to the 7th floor. He tapped his foot anxiously out of habit as he watched the numbers displayed above the elevator doors slowly rise until they hit 7. The doors opened and he stepped out into the hallway. He approached his door, fishing out the key from his pocket before unlocking and pushing the door open.

His eyes lit up as he walked into the condo. The lights were dimmed and soft RnB played in the background. He was met with large, gold, balloons that spelt out ‘Congratulations’ in the living room when he had turned the corner. He set the trophy down on the side table by the door before turning around to be met with you sitting up on the kitchen island.

Tonight, since it was a special occasion, you decided to buy a new lingerie set. It was all white, custom fit, with lace detailing along the edges of the bra & panties. You had on some strappy, white heels to match and threw on a sleek, silk robe on top which you currently had tied closed around you tightly. You had to leave something to the imagination after all.

For hair you chose to get a custom made, 30-inch, straight, black, full frontal lace wig (hd lace only hoe) which you had installed earlier that day. It wasn’t very practical but then again practicality wasn’t the goal with this look. You told your stylist to make sure your shit was laid, and laid well. Melo was a hair puller.

“Hi..” he greeted, his voice trailing off as he approached you while taking in your appearance.

“Hi.” You smiled, spreading your legs, inviting him to come closer. “You had a good time with your friends?” You questioned, wrapping your arms around his neck as he stepped between your legs.

“Mhmm..”

“What did y’all do?”

“Nothing for real.. just chilled.” He answered.

“No party?”

“Eh.” He wasn’t even focused on your anymore, instead his eyes were glued to your chest. You laughed silently to yourself, the two of you hadn’t even had a full conversation yet and he’d already gotten sidetracked, “I missed you though.”

“You did?”

“Mhm..”

You glanced down at his hand which was now tracing up your thigh. You unraveled one of your arms from around his neck and gently pushed his hand away before turning back and grabbing his glass of champagne you had poured up earlier. You placed his glass in his hand before turning back and grabbing yours. You spent good money on that bottle, and you sure as hell weren’t about to let it go to waste.

“Cheers.” You grinned, lightly tapping the edges of your glasses together making a small ‘clink’ sound, “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you baby,” he grinned, leaning in close and pressing a soft kiss against your lips. You took a small sip of your drink after. From the corner of your eye, you saw him set down his glass. You pulled yours away from your lips, “You don’t want to drink?”

“I will,” he replied, using one hand to unravel your robe while the other hand took your glass out of your grasp and set it down. You shrugged the robe off your shoulders, helping him take it off and watched as he dropped it to the floor. “I just wanna look at you first.” He replied in a low tone, his eyes raking over every curve of your body. “This new?” He asked, now gently pulling on your bra strap.

You nodded, “Brand new. Just for you.”

“Just for me, huh?” He repeated, letting the strap fall down your shoulder before his hand snaked up your back and unclipped your bra.

“Mhm, don’t get used to this either,” you said lowly as you helped him take off your bra, “This is only for tonight.”

“So, I won’t get this treatment again?”

You shook your head, a little devious smirk spread across your lips, “Probably not.”

“Imma make the most of tonight then.” He said before reaching over and grabbing the bottle of champagne off the counter. He held it up to his face, reading the label, “Dom Perignon, oh we fancy tonight huh?” He said making you grin.

“Of course, it’s a special occasion. Special treatment.” You replied. Your eyes followed him as he set the bottle back down beside you, before both of his hands snaked up to your waist, his fingers looped into the hem of your panties at either side of you before he started to slide the piece of clothing down your legs.

“Bae?” He said when he’d pulled your panties down to your calves,

“Hmm?” You hummed in response, watching him pull the underwear over your heels and off your ankles before dropping it on the floor.

“I’m hungry.”

Before you could respond he’d then said,

“And I’m a lil thirsty too,” he picked up the bottle with one hand while the other gently pushed you back. You followed along, using your elbows to prop you up slightly so you wouldn’t be laying completely flat.

He spread your legs, crouched down, and lifted the bottle to your collarbone, making you shiver when you felt the chilled glass against your bare skin. Before you could calculate what he was going to do, he was already pouring a stream of ice cold champagne down your body and slurping it up as the liquid dripped down to your pussy.

You gasp at the initial rush of cold that came over you but let out a moan as you felt Melo slurp the liquid off of you. The combination of the chilling wetness and his warm tongue running over you already had you throwing your head back in pure ecstasy. He kept going for a few moments before setting the bottle down, his tongue still rolling over your clit. He then moved up, slowly licking the excess trail of champagne off your body until his lips met yours. His kisses were sloppy, but calculated. He captured your lips in his, barely giving you any pockets of space to breath. You felt his tongue inch past your lips before rolling over your own, you moaned at the lingering taste of yourself and champagne left on his tongue. He pulled away, pursing his lips before dropping a dollop of his saliva into your mouth; which you gladly accepted. “You see how good you taste, baby?” He said, to which you nodded with a moan, swallowing the spit that was in your mouth.

He lifted you up off the counter, you hooked your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck as he did so. He walked the both of you into the bedroom and set you down on the plush California king mattress gently. You stood up on your knees and reached out, grabbing the waistband of his pants before pulling him closer. You started to undress him from the waist down, pulling down his pants with his help before doing his boxers. His dick stood up at full attention, throbbing slightly.

“Did I mention how proud of you I am?” You said as you wrapped your hands around his length, using one of your thumbs to slowly circle his pre-cum around his tip. You looked up at him, his eyes hung low as he watched your hands tease, “You mightta mentioned it..” he trailed off, letting out a quiet hiss when your grip tightened.

“Mhmm.. 803 points..” you said before slowly tracing your tongue up the side of his length,

“302 rebounds..” you continued, now tracing your tongue along the other side of his dick, making sure to outline every vein.

“313 assists,” you said before pressing your lips against his top, giving it a soft kiss. You smirked slightly as you felt his dick jerk in your hands after the action.

“You did all that while sitting out of 21 games,” you spit on his dick, using your hands to coat the saliva along his length which received a shallow groan for him, “You such a superstar, baby,” you said before sinking your head down, taking him into your mouth.

“Fuck,” Melo breathed out, tilting his head back slightly.

You started to bob your head, while your hands worked the area you couldn’t reach. You looked up at him through your lashes as you continued, his facial expressions were a motivator. Watching him go from biting his lip to opening his mouth open slightly with his brows furrowed made you wet, knowing it was you that had him out of character like this.

“Do that shit with no hands baby,” He instructed to which you obliged, removing your hands and holding them behind your back, letting your mouth do all the work. You continued your bobbing motion, occasionally pulling back to swirl your tongue around his tip.

His hands met your hair a few moments later, gently gripping it as his fingers laced through your 30-inch Brazilian straight bundles. “You said you was proud of me right?” He said a few seconds later.

“Mhmmm,” you hummed, unable to give a better response with a mouth full of dick.

“Then suck that dick like you prouda’ me,” he said before pushing your head down suddenly. You gagged as you felt his tip tickle the back of your throat, “There you go, just like that.” He said just above a whisper before thrusting into your mouth. Panic slightly washed over you as you looked up at him, you couldn’t breath and felt like you were going to throw up but he didn’t seem to care as he kept mercilessly abusing your throat. You could feel the tears brimming at your eyes as he kept on.

He pulled away just when you felt like you couldn’t take it anymore and let you breath for a couple seconds. A trial of spit that led from your mouth to his dick started to drip, some of it down your chin and the excess onto the sheets below you. He let go on your hair with one hand and gripped the base of his length, collected the excess saliva that hadn’t dropped yet before guiding his dick back into your mouth and down your throat once again, letting out a satisfied moan. “Good girl,” he groaned out. Your toes curled as your pussy dripped at the use of the phrase.

He kept on thrusting until one last satisfied groan left his parted lips and you felt a rush of liquid spray down your throat, catching you off guard at first but you quickly got it together, swallowing down everything. He pulled out of your mouth, his dick still hard. He took his thumb and wiped a bit of spit off of your chin, taking it back up to your mouth to which you accepted, sucking on his finger afterwards and smiling as the digit left your lips.

“You so beautiful,” he said as he bent down, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. You almost wanted to laugh because you knew by now you probably looked a hot mess in the face. He stood back up straight, taking off his shirt and dropping it down where his pants were before laying you back on the bed.

“Bae?”

“Hmm?”

“You know what I really wanted tonight?”

“What’s that, Melo?”

“A cake.”

You raised a brow, “A cake?”

“Mhm, and I’m boutta get me one.”

You were confused about what he meant and the confusion only grew as he left the room. He came back a few moments later with a can of whipped cream in his hand. He set down the canister on the bed before using his hands to cock your legs back behind your head.

“This cake look good as fuck,” he said as he slid 2 fingers into your wetness which made you let out a soft moan, “Mhmm, good ass chocolate cake right here..” he mumbled under his breath as his fingers confined to massage your walls. His eyes shifted from your pussy to meet your own eyes, “Can I get a taste, baby?” He said as he inched his mouth closer to your pussy, “Hmm?”

*to my readers that aren’t black, pretend he said vanilla or something 💀*

“Yes,” you moaned out. You heard a small pop sound and before you could get a second thought in, Melo was spraying whipped cream directly onto your clit. You gasped before moaning and biting down on your bottom lip as you watched him eat it off of you. You let your eyes fall closed as he devoured you, letting the pleasure of his tongue working along your clit and labia wash over you. A few seconds later you felt his hand grip your chin and you slowly opened your eyes to be met with his intense stare, “Watch me eat my cake,” he mumbled, “I want you to see how much I like it,” he finished before he added in another finger.

Your legs started to shake as you felt your orgasm approaching, “Mmmph, Melo…” you squealed pig as you continued to watch him slurp you down. You subconsciously removed your legs from the bent back position they were in and hooked them around his head, crossing your feet over one another. He didn’t seem to mind the fact he was trapped now, in fact he seemed to love it as you felt his tongue and fingers pick up the pace. “Oh my-FUCK!” You yelled out, your hands gripping the sheets tightly while your eyes rolled back as you felt the sudden gush of wetness leave you while your body was raked in endless waves of pleasure. Melo continued, forcing you to ride out your wave of pleasure until it started to hurt. You scooted away from him, still shaking and trying to come down from your high.

He followed you onto the bed, pulled you under him while spreading your legs. “Baby, hold on-” you reached, gripped his forearm as you felt the tip of his dick push against your entrance. You whined as you felt his push in anyway, letting out a pained moan as inch after inch sunk into your still sensitive pussy.

“Gentle, please,” you pleaded softly, looking up into his eyes but the way he was looking down at you, it didn’t even seem like the words had gotten through to him. You later found out that was correct as he pulling out slightly before slamming back into you. A gasp-moan slipped past your lips as he repeated the action, this time much harder. He then got into a rhythm; pull out halfway, slam back in, pull out halfway, slam back in. You cried out as you felt his tip continuously brush against your g-spot. Even though you had just came less than a few minutes ago, you could feel another orgasm build up inside you.

“Melo, baby, please,” you said out of breath, “I can’t, slow down,” you continued to beg.

He bent down and pressed a sweet kiss against your lips before replying, “You can, and you gon to,” before ramming back into you. Your hands snaked around to his back and your freshly manicured nails clawed at it with every rough thrust that came. A few seconds later you were letting out another cry of pure ecstasy as you squirted once more.

“There you go baby,” Melo’s soft, raspy voice said beside your ear, “Cum all over this dick,” he coached.

The rest of the night felt like a blur as your mind was clouded with pleasure. You had quickly lost count of the amount of times you came and it seemed like Melo had a never ending supply of energy, he made sure he worked every ounce of energy out of you and got his celebrations worth.

Disclaimer; please don’t let a man drink champagne or eat whipped cream off of your coochie, I will not be held responsible for any yeast infections!

How did we feel about the use of spit? I know a lot of people are grossed out by it, I hope him spitting in your mouth didn’t turn y’all off lmao. Currently working on the next imagine..

Also…. A Gelo BDSM imagine *might* be in the works 👀

[fishylife]

Thoughts on Street Dance of China 4 episode 2

(Aka Fishy is screencapping shows again. I’m screencapping straight from Youtube so sorry for the shoddy cut off screencaps but blame Youtube for having their player bar cover the video. I’ve never understood that because it’s always in the way.)

(Also Episode 2 part 1 is really just “How many times can Han Geng and Henry hug” and the answer is “as many times as they want”)

- Not really sure why Henry chose Anissa and Tuzi for the 2 vs. 2 battle, especially since Anissa was really not confident about it :( I felt really bad for Anissa because she seemed super nervous!!!!! I just hope that she doesn’t lose enthusiasm and that she can continue to enjoy the rest of the competition v.v

- Kelo and Uwa were extremely impressive though. Like, the way they move together is so awesome and cool.

- Among the dancers, Xiao Jie is actually really good at speaking. No wonder he gets interviewed a lot, because he’s able to describe the dancers to us layfolk, but he is also very smiley and entertaining.

- How dare Yixing be this cute 😤😤😤 He’s definitely far more relaxed when he’s just a spectator, that’s for sure. He was laughing at all the jokes and awkward moments and generally so much more animated when just part of the sidelines.

- Henry covering his mouth because he was enjoying Xiaohai’s performance was pretty cute too, not gonna lie.

- I liked San’er from episode 1, so I was cheering for him when he participated in the 3 vs. 3 battle lol. But it was really interesting to hear the conversation when Wang Yibo asked his team why San’er lost the battle. Ye Yin and Liangliang told him that to the judges who are old school, they care less for explosiveness, and more for actual skill, and while San’er’s performance might’ve looked really exciting to the average viewer, that’s not what the old school judges look for.

- So apparently Lil Kev plays a lot of mind games, and we saw that during his battle against Bozi. So he’s like...the Brad Marchand of breaking lol.

- Are...are we gonna comment on this hug between Poppin’C and Xiaohai? Lmao

- What are they being so cute for. (Also don’t @ me but Bunta is....really cute)

- Is it just me, or did we get fewer behind-the-scenes practice clips this time for Han Geng vs. Henry compared to Yixing vs. Yibo? Particularly for the 5 vs. 5 battle.

- Dimple alert. (Sorry I know this is a Han Geng vs. Henry battle but Yixing just looks so freaking cute today)

- Han Geng.....has a really soft and gentle voice (it is simping hours up in the fishy house okay). He speaks particularly quietly during his one-person interviews and his voice is so pleasant to listen to in those clips.

- Henry was talking about how he wanted to do that move with Poppin’C where they’d lean back on each other’s knees and do a wave with their arms. For some reason that move struck me as something that was very Henry like. He just strikes me as the kind of guy who uses a lot of waves and smooth-looking moves in his dances.

- Also lol @ Henry being “non fatigue!” That Ontario French curriculum at work.

- Han Geng and Henry trash talking each other except it just turns into a walk down memory lane about how Han Geng used to take care of Henry.

- Don’t even act surprised, y’all knew I was going to screenshot this.

- Kitty is amused.

- Of course Han Geng would end his routine with a big ol’ hug. What a huge softie.

- I did think that Han Geng and Xiaohai were kind of a rough duo because even if they were in sync, it was hard to tell because of the height difference. Actually, I spent a lot more time focusing on Han Geng, especially towards the end when the rest of the team crowded around them and he was visibly one of the taller ones.

- Henry’s move where he stood on Poppin’C’s thighs was super cool!! His performance was just super fun to watch. I felt like I was having a good time along with them haha.

- Please sir, may I have more hugs?

- I think Han Geng and Xiaohai’s second performance was better because it relied less on being in sync performing the same actions. However, at this point, Poppin’C and Henry have kind of created a specific brand (TM) for themselves, like they are so uniquely charming to watch, so they have firmly won me over Han Geng and Xiaohai’s team.

- Running into a hug? Are you kidding me, Lau Hin-wah???

- More

- Not only is this show cashing in on the Suju/Suju M fans, it is definitely going to pull in new fans with the Han Geng/Henry ship lol.

- Yixing spinning to get up.

- It is just so goddamn natural for them to be so close to each other. Also Han Geng said that his waist is feeling iffy from that popping ^^;; Old man joints

- Lifting Han Geng’s shirt to look at his patch...

- One of the dancers on Han Geng’s team was crying because he made a mistake in the 5 vs. 5 battle and Han Geng is like why are you crying? And gave him a playful slap on the shoulder.

- Why is that the ads done by the dancer contestants are so much more entertaining than the professional ads (the ads with mainstream celebrities or with professional actors).

- Henry’s written the pinyin on top of the Chinese names of his team members. Better safe than sorry, you know?

- Lmao how dare they bully Tengzai and Shitou by making them talk XD

- I think that when Henry assigns his team members to certain battles, he is thinking more about the combination of styles, rather than the skill level or  synchronization. When he assigned Anissa and Tuzi to the 2 vs. 2 battle, he wanted to try out the East vs. West approach, but the opposing duo of Kelo and Uwa had a lot more history together and were obviously better as a collective unit. When it came to Chen Mo and Waiwai, he was interested in seeing a waacking duo. In theory I think I know what Henry was trying to imagine, but I think it is difficult to have a really intense waacking duo because it’d be hard to synchronize very high speed arm movements. In the end, they went with some moves that were simpler, and I think that’s why they lost out to Tengzai and Shitou. That being said, Henry did win his first battle against Han Geng. I think it’s just the 2 vs 2 battles that are his weakness. The 3 vs. 3 battles are really just individual battles, and the 5 vs. 5 battles are usually made up of dancers who are used to routine group dances as opposed to solo or duo dancers.

- A quick word about the judge Icee. His name in Chinese is 王冰冰. The 冰冰 part is self explanatory enough (冰 means ice), so where does the 王 come from? I read somewhere (I forgot where), but apparently his wife’s surname is 王, so he just took on her surname for his Chinese name. Don’t know how true that is, but I think that’s cute.

- So often I see Bunta and Ibuki having fun and cheering on other people, whether it’s their own team members or dancers on other teams.

- Less than a second flashback of Zitao from a previous season v.v Please producers...let us have a LayTao reunion....please....I beg....

- The 5 vs. 5 battle between Yixing and Henry’s teams was pretty fun to watch, probably because the song was so hype lol.

- The leader battles between Yixing and Henry were really entertaining too though.

- The first piece of music for Henry and Yixing’s leader battles was very very cool. Like, it was just a nice piece of music to listen to, and I think that the kind of music it was gave way to rather creative interpretations. Henry and Han Yu went for a more story-based approach, whereas Yixing and MT Pop focused more on an aesthetic. I preferred Yixing and MT Pop’s performance here.

- Henry and Han Yu also had a pretty solid performance for the second song. As for Mingming and Gumball, they didn’t really perform “together,” because they were both doing their own thing, but their individual performances were interesting. (Also let us acknowledge, nothing gets Yixing turnt like KRUMP XD He was so into the performance haha)

- I was so caught up in the euphoria of Henry/Han Geng that I forgot that Henry and Yixing also had a past history, but I think their friendship probably mostly existed off screen. They were from different groups after all, but we also know how low key Yixing has always been. Even if they were bffs we never would’ve known. I also remember on Back to Field, Yixing said that Henry helped him install and set up his music software, so they probably have some kind of rapport on the music side. But yeah, it just seemed like Yixing was rather formal about it all, calling Henry his 哥哥/前輩. And Henry seemed to look at Yixing like his son lol. He was like oh look at Yixing and how far he’s come, etc.

- Xiao Jie said that he’d battled Hilty & Bosch 14 years ago, which means that Xiao Jie isn’t that young, which may be why he’s so chill lmao. Anyway, Xiao Jie is a very entertaining dancer to watch, and he worked well with Shen Zihao. But of course, HB are formidable themselves as well and their chemistry is just too too good. And they’re just incredibly clean dancers.

- Yibo went over to Han Geng to scope out who he was going to send out for their battle. Xiao Jie tried to warn Han Geng about this but he was too late and Yibo already made his attack. But the entire interaction between Yibo and Han Geng was so lols because it was so strange lmao. Yibo was straight up like “who are you going to send out during the battle?” And Han Geng kept thinking that Yibo was trying to play mind games and use that to gleam other information from him. So Han Geng’s answer ended up being really confusing too, he was like “if that’s what you’ve decided I’ll follow your lead.” The thing about Han Geng is that he is too senior for Yibo to clown on, so he is actually being serious, and Han Geng is trying to keep things light haha. (I think Yibo would totally be his normal gremlin self to Yixing and Henry, but Han Geng is like the next tier up from them both.)

- LMAO Aki-san calling out Tony-san for being older than him XD And Tony Gogo was like what have I ever done to you??? I love Aki-san hahahaha.

- Okay Aki-san vs. Nelson was pretty awesome, but SO WAS BORIS vs. ZYKO???? Holy crap that was sooo much fun to watch because like....human bodies can bend that way? And Boris and Zyko aren’t small guys, so it was insanely awesome to watch.

- Side note, Boris’ Mandarin is pretty good. I looked him up and on his Instagram he says he lives in Shanghai, so it makes sense that his Chinese is good enough for everyday communication. In one part of the show he was instruction Yibo on dancing and like, he was not stuttering at all.

- Wait, Han Geng says that he’s known Yibo for 10 years :o So I just looked him up and it turns out Han Geng has been with Yuehua Entertainment since 2010, so I think the math makes sense. Wow, how time flies. He always such a dad though, he’s always like, the top priority is fun and happiness!!! And honestly, he’s right. Like, what is this show if not just a huge dance showcase more than an actual competition?

- Physically impossible for Han Geng not to hug his didis.

- I love that in a dance party full of dancers, some will still choose to slow dance like this.

- Of course Henry will come and praise his gege. (ft. Nelson in the right lol)

- Yo I love Rochka. He’s one of the chillest guys there.

- The kids’ performance was cute :3 Their little jumpsuits uwu

- Also one of the kids was Shitou’s daughter and it was absolutely hilarious how he still introduces her in the most monotonous and neutral voice and he was like “please give her some encouragement” in the most low energy voice ever XD The b-boying kids were super legit though. Oh and apparently Xiao Jie’s son was one of the dancers too :3 Somebody was like “yo Xiao Jie isn’t that your son?” and he was like “lol yeah.” XD Aren’t they cute?

[brainbuffering]

They say that there has never been a greater time to be a Nerd. Marvel Movies rule the box office, indie comics are getting full multi series tv shows, Star Wars is back on the big screen, and even Dungeons and Dragons, has become mainstream! With BAFTA and Emmy Award Winners gracing our tables to roll dice and act out fantasy adventures.

Yet at the exact same moment Nerds are told to celebrate, there are those amongst us who have aren’t even invited to the party, those with photosensitivity. It is well known that movie theatres had to provide warnings for the Incredibles 2 because it triggered seizures. Yet it wasn’t the only film that year to do so! It was just the most well recorded. Into The Spider-Verse proclaimed that “Anybody Can Wear The Mask” and yet if you spoke to a photosensitive person they’d tell you that the information for that never came across, since the opening sequence featured so many flashing lights that it practically took them by the arm and threw them out of the cinema by force. And if they managed survived the opening then there were plenty of other strobe affects used throughout the movie to trap down those last bloody blighters who thought they might still be able to enjoy the film!

Other Top Nerd Hits from the last year to feature heavy strobing effects include: Aquaman, Umbrella Academy, Titans, Captain Marvel, Avengers Endgame… essentially every major superhero franchise out there has a big sign on it saying “Photosensitive Folks Back The F Off”. And let’s not even go there with Video Games, I’ve already had to block most company’s twitters because their promotional tweets contain video adverts that make my brain hurt.

Yet, it isn’t all doom and gloom (or should that be brightly lit and causing fits?) in the Nerd World. As I mentioned, live streamed DnD is now a thing! Where you can watch amazing actors pour their hearts and souls into a world of magic and without having to fear for your health from watching it. They’ve become one of the few safe havens on the internet. Some even have comic books out there now, which are proving to be a massive (yes Jody massive) success even outside their existing communities!  

And that’s where this blog post comes in. I am, will full blatant honesty, now talking directly to the wonderful people at Critical Role. Hello! I do hope you’re reading this, you may remember me as That Girl With The Weird Laugh At The Live Show Who Was Totally Not A Chair Travis Thanks For That. Aside from weird laugh, depression, chronic jaw pain and an inability to watch Marvel Endgame without crying, I am also Epileptic, and whilst I personally am not especially photosensitive, there are PLENTY of Critters who are.

After watching the advert again for fully funded animation series, it occured to me that suddenly there may well become a version of Vox Machina that I have to warn people not to watch. The last safe haven on the internet for the photosensitive could very well all go to bust with the casting of just one spell…

The very thought of it breaks my heart. So I feel I have to say something, and it is best to say it now before anything else gets made. Never before have i trusted a company more than to actually listen to me when I say: Please, I beg you on hand and knee, please do not use flashing lights in your new series.

By this I mean:

Please keep the number of flashing lights per second as low as you can. In extreme cases, seizure trigger occurs with 3 - 60 flashes per second, but the more standard rate is 5 - 30 flashes per second.

Please make sure to include a warning before an aired episode if there is going to be flashing lights, and since this is also going to be streamed online, time stamps can be given so as people can skip those scenes, or know to turn away.

Please keep in mind why you are including strobe light effects, and if they actually help tell your story, or is it just for show? Are there other ways you can tell this part of the narrative without resulting to strobe effects? This may require some more creative thinking on the part of the animators, but that’s all part of the challenge of creating a tv series, right? Regardless, you have to way up: Would you rather you got 10 seconds of animation that had flashing images, or would you rather trigger a seizure in someone? These are the questions you need to ask yourself, and I beg you to please do just that because God Knows none of the major animation companies are doing it.

I can go into more technical information here, but I fear it would just come off as overly complicated and kind of preachy.

So instead, I am going to link you to the Ofcom* guidelines on flashing images for television. These can be found on pages 18 - 21 and details everything from frame rates to screen sizes: 

https://www.ofcom.org.uk/__data/assets/pdf_file/0023/104657/Section-2-Guidance-Notes.pdf

Following the infamous Pokemon Incident, TV Tokyo also implemented guidelines for their animation so as not to cause anymore seizures as a result of their shows! You can find an english translation of those guidelines here:

https://www.tv-tokyo.co.jp/kouhou/guideenglish.htm

The Epilepsy Foundation and Epilepsy Action are also both excellent sources should you wish to learn more about photosensitive epilepsy, or any kind of epilepsy for that matter!

And whilst all of this has a focus towards photosensitive epilepsy, please remember that not there are a wide range of other photosensitive conditions out there! And by keeping these things in mind, we can maintain a diverse and welcoming community that is unprecedented within other fandoms. 

A final big thank you to @justepilepsy for providing me with sources and information! They wrote their dissertation on flashing lights in animation, and are in general just a Top Notch Person worth checking out <3

Stay turnt, and don’t forget to love one another,

Anna M.

*Ofcom is the Office for Communications, the UK Government approved regulatory for broadcasting, telecommunications and postal industry within the UK.

[sincerelysirena-blog]

Electric Island Festival Beach Clean up

The following is a true story:

On June 9, My friend hit me up and we made plans to kick it, since it felt like it had been ages from the last time we saw each other. We knew we had a lot to catch up on.  We met on the beach with her bunny and we started talking about upcoming events and our endeavors.

Her: Are you going to Electric Island Festival‎?

Me: No, I went a couple years ago. (June 26, 2015, Check out the third pic in my profile:)

Where Dj Koo, indeed was cool and let me dance on his stage for the last set. Thanks to my big sister who bought me the tickets just like she bought my ticket to Guam. That night was epic for me. I don’t need another one. They’re not like Electric Daisy Carnivals, like the one I worked and partied at my hardest in Las Vegas. Also, Thanks to my middle sister who got me inside all three days for free.

Her: Bish, GO I got shrooms and wearing a giant bunny costume and going to be dazed in Lala land!

Me: GOING! OMG!

On June 11 at 08:02am, Allan Cadawas, Guam’s party central photographer of Hit Da Spot Hot Shots, posted on Facebook that at Pacific Star, there will be a Beach Cleanup Today at 5:30pm. Meet at Pacific Star Lobby, FREE EIF tickets and Merch will be handed to all participants who show up ON TIME!  Only three people liked his post including myself and his self.

"I will see you there buddy ol pal!!! Lets make our island BEAUTIFUL!!! ♡”, - Jacqueline Garay

Las Vegas taught me that not only is punctuality, crucial, it is still not adequate enough under professional standards. Rather than most people who would show up on time; I showed up two hours early with my associate, Karl Hype on purpose. This allows us time to meet the crew, hype their spirits up, network and promote each other’s work. I walked away with ample free merchandise as opposed to everyone else. The public would be informed; one item due to limited supply. Instead, my gifts were handed to me with respect from Jia, the Festival Founder. I also purchased a mask from Karl Hype and promoted those with style as well. We both as professionals understood that people need to realize in order to jump start your day, bright and early and work towards finishing your day, strong!  Do not sleep on it. I don’t care if your from Guam and your on “Guam time”, which is just an excuse to be late to everything with no intention of working with haste. Simply, because you have lived on a beach your entire life so you are used to the setting of staying relaxed and taking things slow. Las Vegas, is nothing like that and neither are true hard workers.  

Gym fanatics can all agree with this topic as well. The best time to hit the gym is four in the morning. If you want to get a full workout then you have to get into the habit of waking up to an early start! You wanna rock a hard ass body, well then face the music… the gym never closes and the work never stops… it only gets harder! You have to trust the long ass process. To my dismay, my post did not receive any shares at all, which is a method for EIF organizers to spread the good word while promoting one of their best projects. Ultimately, my friends chose not to get involved on this sweet deal. Emily Paulson, if your reading this; your baby is cute and your are allowed to be absent from this rigorous beach clean up. Although, your support was appreciated, because I know you fell in love with this island as I did.

Later on that day, Jia holds a competition to whoever’s team picks up the most trash, will win something cool!

If you look at the EIF forum you will find the group pic of us standing next to the garbage we compiled together. This is how hard we all worked, separately.. but as one. Members of different parties all found a piece to a scattered portable charcoal grill and I was one of the last teams to arrive to home base… so as I walked up confidently, because I was holding onto two bags of trash; one bag was mine and the other was a friend that I had made that day whose bag had ripped. Solely, offered to carry it, because I love putting my muscles to work and mainly, because I had found the ash pan and drawer to the grill, so I had found something that could carry my load. Work smarter, not harder. That means after groups had already passed and picked up all the relic they could, our group still found some.. we could have only done that by going deeper into the jungle. Where no one sees the trash.  We also found a blanket and a used condom. If it wasn’t for my small stature, standing tall at 4’11, we may have never been able to reach all that trash that we found, even though the other teams did admirable work. As I arrived, instead of being sad that we didn’t win the VIP tickets.. I didn’t even care, because I could see the entire grill right there in my face. We had successfully retrieved every single component to the grill and we’re finally going to throw away the relic for good! Here, I was cheesing and walking up to my pack, already believing, I had the biggest piece and was feeling like the muthafucking champion. Now, imagine my bliss when we took our group pic of all our hard work and look at my smile. Together, we had collected over 2200 pounds of trash. Amazing turnout for a local beach clean up along with EIF’s, non profit partners. I would love to share a special shoutout to everyone that participated and everyone that continues to support our mission to save the fishes! My island and my actual man who was at work were so proud!

On Saturday, June 16 from 7:00pm to 4:00am, the island of Guam was ready to rage. Guam’s international raceway is right behind my house. Big difference in comparison to Las Vegas and driving a 4 hour commute in traffic on a freeway, while in the dry heat of summer in a desert. Thank you, Angelic, my sweet angel and sister who drove me back and fourth three days in a row and I didn’t even have to beg or ask her to. She is just a good person at heart. Always has been. In 2008, she was Vice President of Alumnae Affairs for Kappa Delta Chi Sorority, Inc. She had volunteered for her sorority and does not even like Electric Dance Music. Held no interest in watching TIesto or Avicii, when they played in Las Vegas. Her motive was to join a sorority that helped mankind, because it would help propel her career as a doctor and give her real life experience of helping men, women, children, and animals by any means necessary.

KDChi's official motto is Leading With Integrity, United Through Service - Kappa Delta Chi

That night, everything most ravers would have normally needed to plan out six months in advance, because they treat this festival as important as a wedding; worked out heavenly for another one of my spontaneous adventures.

I arrived at dusk and was dressed to impress.

I wanted to go weird this year for EIF and show off my buns! I'm talking about HAMBROS guys!! I'm proud to represent free publicity to a great establishment even if I'm no longer working with them. I have mad respect for the Founders, Steve Baek, Jason Na and Derrick Kim. As well as my other boss and General Manager, Brian Hayes, a local celebrity who never sleeps and understands, that dedicated drive fuels happiness! I held a close reletionship with my team and do believe with all my heart, that the Explosion in your mouth and their other trademarked hamburgers hold a bright future!

So I put my apron and cap on one last time and I wore a bunny head, because I’m a beach bunny. Just as fast as a rabbit, I ran up and down the raceway like a child at a carnival and left my friends to catch up. Eventually, we all sat down and conversed about our lives. After, we decided to part ways and get weird. My friends were in a dance craze and I loved them for it! Good buds surrounding me and alcoholic beverages was flowing in their system so that their inhibitions could go running wild and free. If anyone knows me, you also well know that my ass had been turnt, still hadn’t stopped and was just plain happy to be in the company of like minded friends all without having to be as drunk as Guam’s Club USA, mama-sans on a good Saturday.

POOF! I did my magic and left them in the crowd of the center stage to feel the love of coming as one in a large crowd that will soon become their friends too. Just elbow and mosh each other long enough. As for myself, I can’t stay put in one spot for too long. A social butterfly needs to spread their wings in order to have a good time. The next move I made was so out of character, I could never have fathomed it. I ran to the food vendors and politely introduced myself and asked permission to use their gloves and a trash bag. I advised them we are all a team and if we want to earn and keep our A grade in the Food and Beverage industry, then we need to keep our area clean. I urged them to not help me pick up the trash, we can not afford our chef’s and waitresses hands getting dirty. Leave it to me and I will be running back here periodically to scour the floor. I did it, because I passed a trash can and saw plastic inside it when it was clearly labeled, Aluminum. This island was going to get clean and I was empowered by the beach clean up to do it all by myself. I had volunteered for clean ups in Las Vegas during my high school years when I had joined community services such as Student Organization of Latinos (SOL) and Key club which taught me a dynamic group with educated and driven individuals can make anything fun, especially cleaning up their community and feeling good about making a great change amongst new and like minded friends. Like a bunny, i hopped from food vendor to the next, then the alcoholic beverage vendors, soon after, the sound crew in the middle where people think its safe to leave unattended drinks near electrical maintenance. Three big trash bags later, I felt the need for a break and headed toward the main stage.  Right away, I see one of Guam’s finest videographers, and proud to call my friend, Michael Mazzei, who was just enjoying another day in the office.

I don’t ever fuck with security, because they hate girls like me. We slither and find our way backstage and eventually they may find us, but we continue to ignore them and still run amuck since I know they can not catch me. The DJ’s posse by then is already feeling my vivacious energy and he is always the one who gives me permission to perform my magic in from of his audience.

I stayed on stage till dawn under the Electric Sky. I came, I saw, I danced, I cleaned and felt conquered all in one night. If one little brown girl could do so damn much in one night. Just imagine what your footprint could do if you helped to do your part and keep your island clean. This is a powerful message to all Civilians, Militants and Locals alike… I’m a visitor… a tourist from LAS VEGAS. I have seen each and every one of you commit this sin to your island, whom I call my boyfriend. Your lucky my heart is kind. Normally, Latina’s do not take too kindly to anyone disrespecting their King and kin.  

“I love your energy! When you visit Tokyo, come see me so that I may show you around!” - Marimo Kusaka, Miss Universe Japan 2014

If you exude nothing, but positive energy and believe in pronoia with all of your heart, God will protect you and life will guide you into fearful scenarios, but the other side of the wall is so blissful and bright. You will not see it until you hop over that wall. Exactly, why immigrants travel with little to no money at all so that they may experience bliss when they haven’t even seen a glimpse of it yet. Walk by faith, not by sight!

I understand that my sister and boyfriend may hate that I live my life in the moment and spontaneously never have a plan. As opposed to my girlfriends who love me for it, because they are too shy to let their own inhibitions shine. So, I let them live it out through me and my happiness spreads just like roaches do when you light up the room.

Moral of the story: Icing on the cake was I got to earn my ticket to EIF and I didn’t have to pay for it, instead I got to do something I would have done over and over for F R E E which is clean up the beach, all day any day! #GUAMISMYBOYFRIEND. I do not preach it for no reason, I believe God put me here to make a difference, because his island sure as hell left a lasting impression on me. Shit does not happen by coincidence. Use every direction and obstacle thrown at you to surpass them and reach the center stage and dance your ass off! Do not let the big buff security or deep meek insecurities hold you back!

We don't just TURN UP we CLEAN UP; KEEPin the GUD Clean & Green EIF style! - Allan Cadawas