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Sakiyama Tsubasa 30th bday event: report

Hey I’m alive and still stanning sakitsuba and toumyu and getting my ass back into Haikyuu. Look at my avatar, Akiteru forever crying, that’s me. I went to the first shift of the Tokyo events (each is a little different from the other, including the outfits he wears), Sakiyama was wearing a black suit with slightly (YuHaku style) oversized pants and a really long ass decorative pin on his blazer. His shirt, he said, had a hint of green but it was kinda hard to tell tbh xD MC was, again, his kouhai from Spacecraft company, Nagamatsu Bunta. He did a really good job! Go Bun-chan.  Since the event now was on his actual birthday, november 3rd, Bunta asked how Sakiyama felt about it, but he said that since he’d already had his birthday events in Osaka, and celebrations with the toumyu cast and others, he felt like he’d been having a birthday week rather than a birthday, and he enjoyed it very much. Then how about today, Bunta asked. Sakiyama was like... well, I woke up being 30 years old (he was born at 7 in the morning), did my first toilet visit... (etc.) Everyone laughed so much xD The first part included showing three pictures of Sakiyama at various ages. 1st was as toddler, which was a set of 3 pictures of him eating a snack while falling asleep. Bunta compared baby Sakiyama’s closed eyes to Pokémon’s Brock xD Sakiyama explained it as, I was sleepy but also wanted to eat. Cute! Second picture is when he was 9 or so, apparently  he played soccer then? Kid Sakiyama looked a little defiant. Third one was from when he was 20, at his coming of age ceremony, holding a dog (same breed as chako but I’m pretty sure chako is younger?? idk he didn’t name it). They talked about the suit and Bunta asked what kind of tie he wore, and Sakiyama said, the dog is the tie.  The second part was Sakiyama answering questions from the quention box in which fans had been putting questions before the show. I’m fairly sure they were selected by staff and then put into another box to be actually picke out and used. I don’t remember all questions, except I think what he gets for oden (a typical dish of ingredients in broth) is daikon, egg and shirataki with yuzu spice. Next they played a set of games and if Sakiyama failed at 2 out of 3 he’d have to do a punishment. First challenge was to introduce himself in exactly 30 seconds. His introduction was really basic and funny because of how he said things. He was fairly close to 30 seconds when he said (I like curry. I like strawberries, which he said like, karee suki... ichigo suki..., so cute), and then he dragged on and everyone was laughing already and he said that again and finished at 45 seconds, so he totally failed xDD Second challenge was to build a tower of 10 empty cans in 30 seconds, he did pretty well and got to 6 when it collapsed - and then pretended to build more, holding the ‘7th’ can and putting one on top. Another failure, but Bunta said it was hard because the cans were not all the same. Third was gestures - and the audience had to guess what he was portraying. That one worked out okay (I don’t really remember what he was portraying except when he did ‘drunk businessman’, someone commented ‘the power of poop’ and everyone, especially Bunta, was dying). But he still failed 2/3 so there was a punishment game. Staff brought 3 cups of tea, and 2/3 were supposed to be extremely bitter. Bunta joined in and he and Sakiyama took a cup and drank. Bunta had bitter tea and he REALLY didn’t like it xDD He asked for water immediately... and Sakiyama was like, this is ok. This tastes good. And Bunta was confused like? wait, staff how many are bitter? He tried Sakiyama’s tea, and it was bitter! And then he tried the remaining one... which was also bitter! So in the end it wasn’t really punishment for Sakiyama... experienced tea drinker xD After that, they would ask give statements about Sakiyama and the audience had a sheet with right and wrong signs on them to use to answer. I also don’t remember all of these, except he tends to buy dango at the conbini register even when he shouldn’t. You know, like when you get sweets because they’re there and you know you shouldn’t but.... You buy the anyway. Another question was about what Sakiyama wanted to be when he was a kid (a policeman - like what he wore at the Osaka event so it was kind of a trick question??), and I remembered reading he wanted to be a pro baseball player, which was indeed correct. Bunta wanted to become b-daman xD There was also something about  muscle training and about which muscles are difficult to train. I can’t be more supportive of controlled training because, he works so hard but I definitely want him to eat and be healthy and happy.  Last, they showed  video of Sakiyama doing some handmade pottery (and screwing up), it was very cute and he succeeded in making some real cups too xD Then there was a lottery for 2 people to win something he’d made (one failure which was actually cute and a real cup).  At the end they showed the visual for ‘wake atte, kasei ni sumimashita - erabaresh 4nin’ (For reasons we lived on Mars - the chosen 4) and Bunta asked where on the posters (which one of the people in space suits) Sakiyama was, and he pointed at Mars. xD And then there was cake - as in it was brought on stage, and shown to us, with Sakiyama going like ‘which strawberry should I eat first’ xD Laaaastly I wasn’t aware we were getting a clear file tokuten given by the man himself (thank you spacecraft I love you), so I had my 3 seconds face to face again and HIS SMILE OK it’s the best. I’m also fairly sure that after all other 3 seconds face to face he recognizes me now, which is more than I could ask for xD <3 In short, Sakiyama seemed to have fun, He’s happy to be where he is now, he gained a lot of confidence and feels like it’s totally ok to act like the boke idiot that he really is. I remember when I first got interested in him, that I thought he seemed quite serious but no xD  

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AVENGERS V X-MEN STAGE II : ROUND I : QUICK STATS 

MATCH-UP → gwenpool v kid omega LOCATION → wakanda WINNER → draw CASUALTIES → kid omega switches sides

QUENTIN: Namor was being dramatic again-- no shock there. And as he talked to the crowd, Quention made his way over from off to the side, feet carrying him towards blond hair tinted pink. “Surprise seeing you here.” Quentin crossed his arms and stopped when he was a few feet away from Gwen. He sounded unamused. “Come to join the fun?”

GWEN: While the rest of the Wakanda response team headed down to face the Aquaman with the bad brows Gwen had trudged up the stairs so that she could occupy the roof of one of the city’s incredibly tall buildings. Pulling her gun out, she loaded the weapon and perched it on the edge of the roof and trained her sights down below. Not that she was planning on shooting anything for a second. Wakanda was lit even if she hadn’t made a Black Panther sighting yet and it looked like a hurricane had passed through. With her stomach flat against the concrete and one ankle crossed over the other, she bobbed her head back and forth to the music that rang out from inside her mind. “Why? This is, like, the best part of the story. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Rolling over, Gwen stared up at the sky through pink tinted goggles. “I am the fun. You’ve come to join me.”

QUENTIN: Quentin rolled his eyes, hearing the chatter in his mind grow louder as he tuned into the crowd below them. “Looks like the party is starting without you.” He gestured over towards where the mutant and Avengers side were starting to get riled up. “You and that-- dinky gun of yours--” With a flick of his fingers, Quentin moved Gwen’s gun a few inches with a jolt of blue energy. His gun was way cooler.

GWEN: “I’ll live.” Her limbs sprawled out as if making a snow angel there in  the dust and grime of the rooftop. “See, once I go down there I’ll inevitably no longer be able to talk to you and my romantic subplot needs this time. But -- HEY!!” She shot upright when he touched her gun. “Do not touch the Reverend Al Sharpton. That’s my holy gun.” Her brows furrowed as Gwen jumped to her feet so they were standing nose to nose. “What’s up with the bad attitude, huh?”

QUENTIN: “I don’t have a bad attitude! This is how I always am!” He yelled back at her, arms widely gesturing out from his sides. Not a complete lie. Quentin was on edge lately because of his powers, but his classic asshole demeanor was a constant. A few long seconds ticked by as the two of them stood like that-- close together, but not touching. And then he dove in, crashing his lips against hers and grasping her face with both hands.

GWEN: “THEN YOU’RE A LIVING BAD ATTITUDE.” Gwen hollered back. He was only slightly taller so while they weren’t eye to eye she was very close to his lips and then -- yep. There it was. The Phoenix was literally slapping the shit out of her friends and Gwendolyn Poole ( of no relation to one gwen stacy ) was very passionately making out with the enemy. She wrapped her arms around him as well, kissing him until she pulled away with shining eyes. “Hey, I like you. Outside of I need you to stop myself from fading from existence kind of like you. Trippy, right? So wild.”

QUENTIN: When Gwen finally pulled away, Quentin was practically seeing stars. His eyes were locked on hers as she was speaking and it took a long moment for him to realize what exactly she was saying. And when he did, he took it with a grain of salt. “Are you serious?” It was both a question of disbelief and confusion. After all this time, and this weird thing between them, she was talking about feelings now? But he didn’t back away from her, even with the doubt he was feeling.

GWEN: Rapping a fist against his temple, Gwen nodded. One arm was still hooked around his waist but she made no moves to let go. “Do I seem like the type to lie to you? We polled our viewers and the answer is a resounding yes. Hurtful, but true. You’re never going to understand how my head works,” she told him honestly. “And that’s for the best. You don’t want to see in there. It’s like Deadpool on crack. A bunch of empty spaces crammed too full. BUT. I know a lot. Like, a lot a lot about everything and everyone. I know that I like you. Maybe it started off as a scheme to get attention so I wasn’t a side character, but now I’ve missed the big bad fight and that has to mean something. Am I making sense? I think I’m making sense? God, I’d kill for a thought bubble right now or some nice exposition.”

QUENTIN: “You never make sense.” It made Quentin chuckle, even it annoyed the hell out of him sometimes. “But, I kinda like it. Keeps things interesting.” His draw to her was inexplicable in a way, but with the amount of times they ended up lip-locked he was inclined to believe that maybe it was worth exploring. Quentin had never been boring, and Gwen certainly wasn’t boring either. It could work. But she was right-- he would never understand that head of hers. He was a telepath-- and a good one at that-- but it was a complicated and weird place in there. “As stupid as this sounds.. I like you too.”

GWEN: Aw, this was nice. Cute. Totally irrelevant and taking from the main story. It was late !! People needed to go to bed !! ANYWAY - she was, believe it or not, happy. A bit confused which was rare but happy all the same. A boom rocked the building then, the whole structure shaking. Something j-u-i-c-y was happening. Abruptly dropping her arms from him, Gwen ran to the edge to grab Al Sharpton so he didn’t fall over the edge. Another rang out then and the buildings structure began to fall. The part underneath her began to crumble ( which was honestly so on brand ) and then Gwendolyn Poole dropped like a stone from the top of a  very high building towards the street below.

QUENTIN: Were they having a moment? In the middle of a battle they should have been fighting in? Apparently they were, and Quentin questioned the weird warm feeling in his gut as he looked at Gwen and almost smiled. That’s when the battle-- whatever the hell was happening over there-- took a turn and the solid structure beneath their feet started to not be so solid anymore. When it crumbled, Quentin’s instinct kicked in and he managed to catch himself before falling too far. But as he hovered in midair, hands outstretched to create a forcefield between him and any falling debris, he watched as Gwen fell and hit the pavement beneath them. ”Gwen!” He called out to her but was unable to catch her-- his powers were weak as it is, it was a miracle he even caught himself. As quickly as he could go, Quentin lowered himself down to where she fell and when his feet hit the broken concrete he ran over to her.

GWEN: A good long fall never got old. Well, it never got old once you woke up from said fall and got over the bump in your head. Sure, sure. Gwen fell for fun because a girl named gwen falling off of stuff in the marvel universe??? Literal classic. Plus, y’know, there was the fact that she always tended to live. Her admission to Howard the Duck that she jumped off of things to see how far she could go wasn’t a lie. Everyone had to have hobbies. For a little bit everything was dark and her mind recalibrated itself to where she was, who she was with and whatever version she currently was. There was a rock in her mouth that she spit out before Gwen moved some debris around and sat up. “Man, not having super powers is the worst.” She jabbed a finger onto the knot that was forming on her temple and then winced in pain. Yep, still regular ol’ flesh and blood. “Hey -- where’s Al Sharpton?”

QUENTIN: Gwen sat up and Quentin skidded to a halt. She had just fallen how far off of the roof of a building and she was.. Fine? He watched as she spit out a rock. He watched as the girl with supposedly no super powers survived a fall she should not have survived-- right after they talked about their feelings. He stood there, a good few feet away from her, stunning and mouth hanging open. “What. The. Fuck. Just happened..? How are you alive?”

GWEN: “Because I’m not dead. Duh. This, dear readers, is where you say aw at the cute omega telepath who doesn’t understand how I don’t have powers. Which, I do. Sometimes. But not these kind. I’m Special K.” She stopped chattering and looked down at her pinned legs. “Hey, homie, can you move that rock? Kinda pinning me down and I can’t go all 127 hours because I won’t regrow.” Wiggling her feet under the rocks, Gwen debated trying to eat through the rocks herself. “A) how bad do you think they look under there? B) Do you still like me? C) Are you glad I’m not dead?”

QUENTIN: “Yeah, of course I’m glad you’re not dead--” He sounded frustrated but it was because he could barely comprehend what was happening. With his telekinesis, Quentin moved the rock off of her legs and then slowly took a few more steps towards her. “And I still like you. I think. I don’t know, this is.. Weird..” He crouched down next to her when he was close enough. “So you do have powers then? You lied to me before?”

GWEN: While she waited to be freed Gwen picked up a rock and weighed it in her hand before  tossing it as hard as she could towards a building. The sound of broken glass was like music to her ears. “No. Not really. I don’t have powers. Not a mutant, not an Inhumans. I’m... different. It’s part of my gig, like why I’m here. So what I can do is very limited and based on that, and it depends on what run and setting I’m in. West Coast Avengers Gwen is the pretty version of me that everyone likes and I was super held back. When I’m solo and not a supporting character or team member I can do more. You’re going to think I’m Crazy with a capital C, Quintavius. It’ll blow your mind and concept of reality. I can’t really say I have powers. It’s more of a being sort of thing. Other than the falling kink. I’m a good faller, as you can tell. I can’t even tell if anythings broken. Just got this cool knot on my head.” Again she poked it. Even though her legs were free Gwen made no move to get up since he was already on her level. Instead she just wrapped one ankle over the other. “Hey, I met your girlfriend Idie the other day as well. Did I mention that?” It wasn’t a deflection on purpose and her tone remained light. “She’s nice. Hit me in the face, but nice. Does any of this changing you liking me? I don’t want a new love interest.”

QUENTIN: Too much information. Gwen was going a hundred miles an hour and saying things that, once again, made no sense, and it all ended with her talking about Idie. His stomach twisted at the name. He tried not to think about her. For a while he tried to get her back and after her gave that up it was a chapter of a book he tried to close forever. And now-- “She punched you?” That was all he could manage to say after that huge dump of info. “Listen, can we just.. not? Clearly I like you and the fact that you’re not dead is still freaking me out. So please--” He stood back up and then held out a hand for her to grab so he could pull her to her feet. “--can we get the fuck out of here now? I’ve had enough emotions for one day.”

GWEN: “I may have been goading her - which is totally part of my charm - but yeah. Turned her fist to ice and knocked me into a wall. Not that I minded. Told her that she’d find someone better to love her and bought her a pizza. No offense of course. We needed to get the fledgings and Trauma was being creepy af. You can read about it in the chat log.” Taking his hand, Gwen pulled herself to her feet and shook out each leg. Yep, still working. The good ol’ Poole fall routine had worked again. She was thanking her writers for that. “I’m pretty hard to kill, and there’s always another version of me. It’s headache city, trust me.” Without dropping his hand Gwen yanked him to where part of her gun was protruding from the rocks. Unearthing it, she cast a sad look over the ruined weapon before tossing it back to the ground. RIP to the Reverend. There was another waiting at home. Naming it would be fun at least. “Sure. As long as you aren’t all Phoenix team and raid my crib I’ll take you home with me. Innuendo intended and not intended.” Dragging him through the rubble of where a fight they hadn’t participated had clearly been completed, Gwen flashed him a smile. “I missed you, Q squared. Don’t worry. We’re almost at the end.” And they were, for better or worse.

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So, I just recently finished watching the first season of The Magicians and...I don’t know how I feel.  It’s such an odd show in that it’s this weird mix of trope-defying stuff coupled with a lot of the same shit we see in every US TV drama ever.  (Some spoilers ahead)

We have gender parity among the main characters, yet the show is still primarily about a straight*, white dude.

We have two main characters in a romantic relationship who encounter issues with their sex life and they fix the issue by communicating with each other, yet the writers are still stuck on the idea that People Breaking Up/Losing A Loved One Are More Interesting™ and don’t let any main character keep a romantic relationship.

The women in the show are given agency, are allowed to express all sorts of different aspects of femininity without being ridiculed for it, and are complex characters in their own right, yet they still get put in outfits and situations that sexualize them outside of inherently sexual situations. (i.e., rolling around in bed shirtless because they’re having sex is fine; having their shirt magically torn off and used to tie their hands to the bathroom radiator in a nightclub, not so much.)

There’s a rape scene...yet it’s used as character development for the female victim, not for any of the dudes.

As the season goes on, it gets much darker and more serious, yet it never devolves into Gridmark Gritty Realism...it maintains a sense of humor, bright colors and (usually) well-lit scenes, etc.

It’s like, every time I start to really like the show, it goes and does something so painfully typical for a US TV drama that it ruins it a bit for me.

*ETA: I have been informed that Quention is canonically bisexual.  This is poorly represented in the first season of the show, but maybe they’ll be better in season 2.