#michu talks

[katinthemelody]

…it hurts

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I can’t talk to Michu without risking me corrupting her..

also I think she was talking to tapu koko when she said that?-

KATIN!! Are You Doing Okay? Please Get Better :(

I Worry For You; I've Come From Michu's Blog. Is There Any Way 4 You 2 Get Better? 💛

(Platonic Love & Concern From June in Galar..)

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No, I’m not okay. Corruption hurts. Appreciate you asking tho - -" how’s Michu?

[chuuzmii]

While im on a roll i might as well talk about how tiktok 911 fans think buck cheating doesn't count. And ik what ur saying "Michu tiktok fans really? U shouldn't talk about their opinions cus their brain stems look like swiss cheese!!" Ik tumblr user and i understand but i still want to talk about it.

Anyway so like tiktok fans are saying buck kissing lucy doesn't count as cheating because "Lucy fed him alcohol and got him drunk then sa'd him" and like ik buck has a history of sa. That thing with the therapist was so fucking icky and genuinely made me concerned with the writers because like wtf?? How did u think thT was okay??? so like i get it but i think sometimes u guys sort of .. woe is me buck a little bit to make him the Squeaky Clean White Boy™ because Lucy did not force feed Buck drinks what the fuck. Literally canonically we only see her give him maybe one or two drinks the rest of the time he's drinking with EVERYONE? and we have seen buck belligerently drunk and he was not that there. I also find this crazy because when he retracted consent LUCY LET HIM? Like i feel like some of u guys just have this deep need to villify every woman that comes into contact with eddie and buck and its weird. Some of u guys have some real internalized misogyny to work through brother. Buck cheated. Its okay. Buck could punch an old lady in the head and i promise i wouldnt gaf. But some ppl just HAVE to have buck be perfect and pure so they just make up the worst shit they can about the 911 women its so strange and baffling

[koko-tapu]

Huh? I think you confused Michu with other rotoms, she’s a shiny rotom who often seeks help from other people to avoid shiny hunters, my rotom doesn’t really like to be mischievous, which is honestly pretty shocking! Get it? well, besides that, hope you’re doing well, despite having 24 guardians here, each with their own respective unique role, me being the controller of melodies, we still struggle with our opposing crew, the corrupteds cause trouble here at lostel way to much.. honestly I might take Michu back to alola and stay with her for a small bit, it’s getting bad here..

-Katin, The melodic one.

Oh, I'm so sorry

I had no idea your rotom was a shiny one, I apologize for my mistakes

I do remember a strangely calm and reserved shiny rotom tho. She was quite a joy to have around.

If you need any help with taking care of her, you can talk to Bulu. He doesn't look like it, but he's an incredible caretaker

[smartylina]

She suddenly focuses on her feet, as if they were the most interesting thing in the world, as she listens to the deities' words. Suddenly, images and memories of Kuzco talking to Malina about how he was scared to end up alone and friendless when they were at that one creepy school trip in Michu Pacchu appear before her eyes. Is that the trauma they are talking about? It doesn't make her feel any better. Malina had just told him he'd never have the same fate as the other Emperor, and he seemed relieved. There must be something else that he hasn't told anyone before, and it makes her feel even more betrayed that he doesn't trust her enough to share what he has in mind. The girl massages her temples. "You are probably right, but still... I..." She plans to say that she's afraid of all this getting worse, but chooses not to. Instead, she sighs once again and nods in understanding. "I'll consider talking to him. And, thanks for your support. You both. I'll definitely call you if I need help." She grins weakly before the dream ends.

In Malina's last REM cycle dream that night after the concert, a pair of purple animals approach the woman. The eagle and lizard quickly reveal themselves as the Kabukimono and Belial, the two deities getting right to the point.

'' Hello, Miss Malina... I apologize for the intrusion, but we visited Kuzco's dream and talked to him about the events of last evening. ''

'' Since you're probably going to wake up soon, we'll be quick about this. First thing's first; We sincerely apologize for our involvement in this whole messy situation. If we hadn't encouraged your teasing of Kuzco, perhaps he would have responded a bit better when you proposed attending that concert... ''

Malina finds herself lost in her own dream. Her eyes scan these strange surroundings before they land on both little creatures. Just as she's about to ask why they're purple, they turn into their original forms. She listens to the deities' words and furrows her brows in confusion. "What...? Oh, so you guys heard about what happened. It-it was unfortunate, don't you think so? I should've known-" The girl interrupts herself as they speak. She shakes her head. "No. It wasn't your fault. You don't need to apologize. He doesn't have an excuse for being the biggest jerk ever. He... I never thought he'd respond the way he did after the teasing. I was joking about everything. The concert, the chinchilla potion... I'd never harm him in any way or form, and he knows that, but it hurts me to hear him say I betrayed him because I clearly didn't!" She sighs and fights the urge to cry in front of Kabu and Belial. "Don't you think this is unfair?! Being accused of something you didn't and would never do, like betraying the person you care so much about?" Malina inquires.

[michu-writes]

OKAY IM GONNA WRITE FOR GARMADON BECAUSE HES A DILF ❤️❤️

[sftwinko]

i’ve had a lot of problems lately and i went to my doctor, he told me that my job is the reason why my sleep schedule has been so messed up and the nosebleeds that i had over this week and if i don’t change my job or just leave it it could give me serious health problems, even depression.

[michu-writes]

Ayo, you just got weezered!

[michu-writes]

You have no idea how angry and dissapointed I get whenever I see any Jonah x Adam, Mark x Cesar and sexualised fan works of mandela catalogue. Alex Kister has stated multiple times he is not comfortable with it, and shipping the characters just ruins the narrative purposes.

Sure, maybe some people might’ve not known this, but please just respect the creators boundaries ! This isn’t only for Alex Kister’s sake, but also for any other fandoms and creators.

[bensdavies]

10 years since swansea signed iconic one season wonder michu ✨

[forge-octarian-jacket]

The Sailor Guardians on one of those teacup rides The Inners(Usagi, Rei, Minako and Ami): *talking and spinning slightly*

The Outers (Haruka, Michu, Setsuna and Hotaru) +Makoto: *Go flying past them, screaming*

Chibi-usa, Chibi-Chibi and Mamo: *concered staring from a teacup*

[okdnn]

Okada Nana and Murayama Yuiri Mail September 4 2020

Okada Nana Mail

September 4

Last night I think deeply

The meaning of “value”.

Every single person has their own version of  “natural”...

And once again I realized 

That what is natural to me

Is so blessed, how I should thankful of it,

And how warm my environment is…. ..

Lot of kind people

Has offer their love to me,

And I want to return it 

In a positive way hundred folds! 

Love repayment! Let’s do it !

Let’s do our best today. Fun friday〜 。

Nostalgic 3 musketeers lane

2nd gen Yoshida Sara chan.

After the concert yesterday, she talked to me!

She said she came to 3 musketeers’ HS events in the past! Lol

So happy 〜 … Thank you 〜 … 

She was AKB’s fan in the first place

And she know well various things

About AKB’s member and songs

So it’s really helpful for her work now right !

I want her to do her best to use that knowledge.

Also, it seems that she really like Yuiyui~

She’s also 18 y.o just like Yuiyui !

**kii

Ikeda Yura chan !

She said that she really like

My Nanakii performance…

When she said that,

Her expression and eyes are so bright!

It seems that she told me the truth. lol

So I told her

“Please do Yurakii someday ok!” lol

Performing Warukii with confidence

Is a hard thing to do …

Michu captain 

Michu who did her best 

As captain … !

She’s getting more beauty everytime I meet her,

“God doesn’t give with both hands”

Michu’s wit and beauty seems to have broken that saying.

Next time, we will go for a meal together! fufufu …

Love lemon and citrus 

I got Lemon Squash Ikaten.

So happy! Happy! Happy! 

I also got the Ponzu one which I like. 

I can’t decide between Umashio and ponzu …

But I chose this one ! so excited !

Autumn of appetite 

Today’s appetite 

Is very very big.

So I ate TKG, natto and Tofu.

It looks to be a low calorie

But it’s surprisingly high in calories … … … 

Also after that

I had chinese cabbage & meat hot pot …

Request 

We’re planning a video.

I’m happy if you can answer it if you have time!

THe deadline is Sept 10 19:00

You can use Filter apps

(as long as your original face can be recognized)

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSfhyNR9nyl70377S-vwwSjtBrBZG8Q1MvBzQJkkbNbpmGf8AQ/viewform

Please your support !

Murayama Yuiri Mail

Lucky Zukky

Hello！

Yesterday, I played Dobon

With all my family

We pushed play button

While saying “one~two!” together

To see how many of us can play together

We did it a lot！ 

I can’t decide which member

To put on my deck

And I can’t decide on one oshimen too… 

The other day, I pulled Zukki’s rare card

On the gachaー！

[michu-writes]

THE WAY YOU DREW BOTH OF THEM??? IM IN LOVE??? UR FKN ARTSTYLE IS SO <333

Smooth Moves

[sftwinko]

i’m sad

[michu-writes]

How come none of you guys told me Dana has tumblr

[riseoftheejit]

After I spend an hour listening to Michu Kaku talking quantum entaglement.

😬🤯🥴

[thempoetry]

“There Are More Beautiful Things Than Beyoncé” by Morgan Parker

This book had been years coming in my collection. Its name rang out inside me when I felt its titular sentiment — that the popular worship of Beyoncé is overblown — and whenever I thought of it, I felt a spark of solidarity.

Of course, this is not a book about Beyoncé — and in fact, this is not even a book that is very critical of Beyoncé. Instead, Beyoncé acts as a literary device throughout — a mouthpiece, an amulet, a proto-idea that shapeshifts to meet Parker’s endless need to talk, sing and moan about race, class, democracy, depression, music and drugs. It’s a brilliant move.

I’d like to start more broadly by commenting on Morgan Parker, because she strikes me as an outsider among insiders. In my head, Parker is of the generation of contemporary poets that includes Danez Smith, Franny Choi, Ocean Vuong etc. … she’s decorated with a Pushcart, she co-curates a reading series, she performs with Angel Nafis as part of The Other Black Girl Collective. Her poetic career is bedazzlingly active — so why don’t we talk about her more?

By which I mean: there seems to be a kind of halo around young poets like Ocean Vuong, who — and I say this with admittedly limited experience of his work — turn the harrowing vine-tangle of identity into a kind of rhapsodic experience: a thing worth looking at because it is beautiful. (Here is an example, from Vuong’s “Tell Me Something Good”:

Snow on your lips like a salted

cut, you leap between your deaths, black as a god’s periods. Your arms cleaving little wounds

in the wind. You are something made… )

There’s no arguing that Vuong’s poem is beautiful; my issue is with how the beauty is used. Vuong’s poem here seems an extension of the (frankly depressing and oppressive) idea that “foreigners” can make their stories worthy through pathos, pity and craft — i.e., hard work and relatability. If the sentiment sounds familiar, just tune into the way mainstream conservatives these days talk about immigrants: I don’t have a problem with immigrants writ large, I just prefer immigrants who work hard, keep their heads down, are pleasant to my children, are generally agreeable…

Anyway, it’s not fair for me to pass such a blanket judgement over Ocean Vuong’s work, and that’s for another review. But insofar as Morgan Parker is concerned, she parses the work and space of otherness in an entirely different manner. Similar to Claudia Rankine of Don’t Let Me Be Lonely, her argument is this: I won’t “fix” myself for you. I won’t try to make myself beautiful. I will tell the (magical, insatiable) truth as it is, and you will have to try to keep up. Because I am too tired to bow down, to construct something for you, to micro-manage. Parker’s poems are for haters of micro-management; they offer big gestures in small bottles.

Consider the opening lines of the opening poem, “All They Want Is My Money My Pussy My Blood”:

I am free with the following conditions.

Give it up gimme gimme.

Okay so I’m Black in America right and I walk into a bar.

With this bold opening, Parker’s commitments are clear: she will demand things of the reader (“give it up gimme gimme”) and she will clearly demarcate what commands her attention and respect (“I’m Black in America right”). And with this begins what I can only describe as a chimeric collection, more warm-blooded fantasy animal than diorama; more occult message written in glitter than typeset monolith. She scrounges from jazz, RnB and pop to fill her pauses. She is unrelentingly new instead of subtle. I like it:

I am a dreamer with empty hands and I like the chill. I will not be attending the party tonight, because I am microwaving multiple Lean Cuisines and watching Wife Swap… (“Another Another Autumn in New York”)

—and the sincerity of her materials shine through. (To continue this silly dogfight I’ve set up, compare the above with Vuong: “Air of whiskey and crushed / Oreos.” Parker’s allusion to pop culture delights; Vuong’s seems like an add-on, a sprinkling of something inappropriate on top).

But wherefore is the source of all this magic? I would say in what Sun Ra called “liquidity.” For example: Parker was best when R and I read her aloud on a grassy slope on Belle Isle in Detroit. There we were, in a historically Black city, in what I can only describe as a “public paradise.” Ducks waddled by and folks of all stripes strolled in front of us beside a small man-made lake. As we read Parker aloud, we laughed with her and from within her work — as though her words gave us the ability to access our inner performers, delivering punchlines (“I don’t know / when I got so punk rock”) and casting personal spells (“I breathe / dried honeysuckle / and hope”). We felt for her. And we wanted to continue feeling for her. All things told I had a moment of genuine orality with her work — a glimpse of what poetry must have felt like when it was shared, sung and social by default. This is a book that radiates the energy of the collective, that asks you to recognize it — and does not over-demonstrate.

So, in this false dichotomy, one might pose:

LIQUIDITY: ORALITY, SOCIALITY, LONG STANZAS SHORT LINES

against

SOLIDITY: WRITTEN, INWARDNESS, SMALL FORMAL STANZAS LONG LINES

In the former, you have the world of most popular songs, particularly jazz; in the latter, you have sculpture and “high art.” Perhaps this is why Ocean Vuong’s work has garnered him endless praise and attention, and most of us look askance at Morgan Parker’s messiness, silliness and genuine emotional bravery. She rambles, yes, but her rambling challenges the very idea of boundaries — of “discipline” as a set of limits, of borders we set for ourselves, however beautiful.

Finally, I will say this, as it’s becoming a theme in my reviews. Parker’s poetry feels affectively liberated. She is funny as well as ashamed. Take, for instance, this amazing section of “RoboBeyoncé”:

The reason I was built is to outlast some terribly feminine sickness that is delivered to the blood through kale salad and pity and men with straight-haired girlfriends […] Nothing aches in here It’s a quiet, calculated shame

Part of the power in these lines is the fact that despite the sprawling, messy energy of Parker’s poems, formally they are incredibly demanding due to their short lines. Parker does not give herself the liberty of overusing the form that has, frankly, become a meme among young poets — the poem composed of long couplets, like Vuong’s poem above — and instead prefers her poems one long connective muscle. The result is propulsive and exciting, like watching a figure skater do tight turns on the ice. She is insightful but also — I dare say it — entertaining. But in the wry, dark way that comedians have that communicates, “Look, I don’t care if you don’t like me. Most of the time, I don’t like me either.”

Which is not to say that Parker’s work is perfect — like the aforementioned figure skater, she does often fall short of her ambitions and can write poems that don’t hold together — often using the couplet form above. I think her work is best when it acknowledges its liquid merits, and doesn’t try to stand with too much air around it.

Overall: 9/10 for sheer spillage of fantasy radioactive plasma

Read If You: -Think it’s lame that Beyoncé talks so much about her “rock” -Miss the energy of cities like Detroit -Have friends you want to read with and you are all getting tired of the bone-dry landscape of contemporary poetry which is really just about “passing” politics and making pain beautiful and omg what if pain is NOT beautiful what if it is just pain motherfuckers what if leaving the party is political too goddamn

Further Reading

Don’t Let Me Be Lonely by Claudia Rankine -- deep classic, prepared the soil for Parker

BONUS: Things To Do In Life That Are Not Poetry

Inspired by Morgan Parker, try:

1. Starting a flashy project then abandoning it on purpose 2. Making a cocktail after a song by a Black American musician 3. Getting in a tub of ice cold water and listening to Kendrick Lamar’s DAMN. while doing one’s nails without shivering

Feverish and anything but lonely, Michu

P.S. A last thought while in the shower. Morgan Parker’s poetry is relentlessly self-aware. But I think what we mean when we say “self-aware” is actually not “being aware of the self” but “being aware of everything but the self” -- i.e. seeing one’s pronouncements as part of a larger (in Parker’s case historical) context. When Parker sits down to multiple Lean Cuisines and Wife Swap, the irony she projects comes from a deep rootedness in the idea that this is a thing that people do: skip parties to self-indulge in everyday, consumerist ways that our higher selves disapprove of. It’s not that her sentiment or self-report is inauthentic, but rather that it is aromantic -- it doesn’t presume that her experience hits on some prized singularness about being human. And I like that; I find it smart and honest at the same time, which is a rare combination -- not just in poets, but in people.