((For a sound reference, try Sweet Magic, because it’s the most bombastic pastry making song I could find. Yes, this is the Hesokuri sweets set.))

After a period of video clips while the boys were offstage, flashbacks to screaming over votes, mostly, there’s a loud drumroll before things emerge from the back of the auditorium, the boys perched on top of them as they’re wheeled up closer to the stage like a strange, sugary parade.

“Thanks again for making me number one on Valentine’s Day and White Day!” He waves around a massive dork. “All of you are such sweethearts; how about I give you a little sugar back?” When he gets a mass of screams and “did he really make that joke” groans of disappointment, he laughs victoriously and stands atop the pile of puffy, visibly soft pancakes, doing his best to maintain his balance by holding his arms and a massive fork out like a bakery-sponsored surfer.

The others emerge atop their own big prop desserts that the crowd may recognize from the posters and event CDs on the merch table (though with more clothes on, I won’t name any names Karamatsu), trading off lines as they’re wheeled through the audience. The live band and brass section provides the already happy track with some more energy and volume, and it’s infectious! So infectious, in fact, that the other brothers aren’t quite as upset that Osomatsu has a lot of this song all to himself.

They roll up to the stage just in time to dance their way through the last verse and chorus, band blasting, audience jumping, everything a special kind of sweet as thanks for their votes and affection.

After the band accompanies them on a few more tracks from their past almost year of action, the audience cameras focus on a certain duo who’s about to start a TV show: Dekapan and Dayon.

“So,” Jyuushimatsu says, padding up to the front and center of the stage, “Osomatsu won your vote for white day, but when they asked who should do the theme song for this upcoming road trip show, they chose me!” He mock whispers into the mic, “They thought Ichi would get too spooked if he was center along with me, so I got it.” He perks up again, back to his usual volume. “So when the production company was reserving times for them and getting permission to film, they took us and we filmed the music video in all the spots they’re gonna visit!“ He waves to the two of them in the audience. “Consider this a sneak preview of your trip! And your theme song! You asked for something funky, and we did our best!”

((For a song reference, check out any live performance of Momoiro Clover Z’s The Golden History!))

He steps back into formation, and the brass section quickly proves why they stayed. The arrangement is sunny and bright, the song full of hope and bad puns about the places they would head to, from stage shows to kimono makers to strawberry farms.

Each Matsu got their chance to shine, a little moment front and center, but when the choruses rolled around, Jyuushi was front and center, yelling for the audiences to cheer and jump along with them.

They wished them all the best on their journey, along with everyone’s journey through life. Because keeping things general makes it more accessible. Did they stay still for even a second? Nope. Too excited. Jyuushimatsu is honestly running circles around the others. Literally, he’s choreographed to run around the others, it’s in the video playing behind them and everything.

Relentlessly catchy, relentlessly optimistic, and chock full of cultural icons and significance. This was going to be impossible to avoid on the radio and online, and these little shits knew it.

The last note was accompanied by confetti cannons, and the boys took their bows at the front of the stage.

Todomatsu waves as the band picks up again. “Thank you all for your support!”

Jyuushimatsu simply jumps with the rhythm, laughing as the audience joins in.

Ichimatsu remains silent, but… He smiles again. That alone seems to drive the Ichimatsu fans to madness.

Choromatsu claps along to the same rhythm, calling out to the crowd, “Thank you! We’re only going to get better from here on!”

“Your love means the world to us! Thank you for the precious gift that you’ve given us!” Karamatsu bows deeply, flinging yet another pair of sunglasses into the crowd.

“As always, we’re totally in your debt, and we feel luckier and luckier every day! Also as always, we are the miracle sextuplets Akatsuka Fujio created,” he looks to the rest to get their attention.

In unison, they hold their hands out in their usual six shape, the audience yelling along with them, “F6! Thank you so much!”

With more bows, and one more blast of the confetti cannons, they depart, already planning what to propose to their higher ups for the next event.

Osomatsu snaps, answering immediately. “Get soaked, go inside, snuggle up and touch butts.”

Karamatsu shrugs, “The rain is no match for our love! We shall run into the rain and let it drench us in love!”

Choromatsu frowns after Karamatsu responds, and keeps his rebuttal simple. “Or be smart and get an umbrella. Like a sane person.”

Ichimatsu looks hopeful, somehow. “Movie dates are even better. We could just stay home and watch whatever we’ve got, maybe mock the parts that suck. Popcorn. It’s good.”

Jyuushimatsu considers his options for a second. “We could do it all, but really fast so we don’t get that soggy! We could eat while we run through the park, look at where we think the sun is for a few seconds, then I’ll pick them up and carry them home! Speed dating, speed dating! A fast run first to home!”

Totty hums in thought. “We could take our stuff under an awning or something like that, eat what we can, maybe pull our jackets over our heads and find a cafe or somewhere else cozy to wait until it’s better out! I have to make sure they get home safe, after all!”

With that question done, Osomatsu stands up. “We’ll be back super soon, so sit tight!” Everyone gives a quick bow, marching offstage in a thoroughly undignified manner, chanting “costume change, costume change, costume change!”

Todomatsu reads off the ask with a dull tone and a roll of his eyes. (Clearly, he thinks he’s better.)

“But of course, beloved fan! But… You see, there are so many ways that one can dance,” he says, hand to his chin in mock pensiveness. “There are things that are fast!” A pose! “Dramatic!” Another! “Dances that don’t slow down or wait for others, yet still yearn to be seen!”

He then sprawls out on the stage like he’s about to be lovingly sketched by a young Leonardo DiCaprio. “But I can be patient. Slow. Romantic! I believe wholeheartedly that I can excel when it comes to dancing close with someone else, motions synced​, eyes locked, the music carrying us away…!” That dreamy faraway look doesn’t fade as he nods firmly and spoils someone’s dreams: “If I ever got the chance, that is. I sincerely believe that I will someday get that chance, and do just as well as I hope I can!”

((hey! I’m finishing up the event today because I’ve got a big surge of inspiration, I have a sprinkling of asks and two songs planned, and then the entirety of next week will be birthday things! Thank you for your patience, everyone.))

“More about the kingdom? Sure!” Osomatsu hums briefly, knowing that they all could improvise something. “It’s a smallish kingdom, but it’s lasted for century after century despite that? We’re space savers with powerful friends.” He pretends to toss something over to Choromatsu, baton toss.

“Uh… We have a reputation for taking in new things, but keeping the old. New thrones and furniture, but the same decorative swords used 500 years ago. Tradition’s important, and so is learning to change?” He tried. A gentle pass to Ichimatsu.

“Hm. We… We take care of our people. If you’re hungry, we’ll share. If you’re cold, there’s room by the fire.” One more point, said in all seriousness, “If you’re an animal who’s been treated badly, you’re mine now. Our courtyard is noisy but, ehh, it gets me outside.” Jyuushi’s turn.

“We’re all tight knit too! If you wanna be left alone, we’ll leave you alone, but you’ll always have support because our kingdom is full of a lot of good people who take care of each other!” He waves at the crowd, handing the imaginary baton over to Todomatsu while they wave back.

“Info is shared freely, people get involved, and our queen and king are just. Super just, like, way too nice.” Hi Mom and Dad, he spotted you first again! “With leadership like that, the kingdom’s bound to be great!” Karamatsu is last.

“The arts are just as important as matters of logic are, and the teachers of both are held in high esteem. Our musicians and storytellers are world renowned, and our fondness for jokes is just as well known!” He hands the invisible baton back to Osomatsu, who gives a grandiose, purposefully ridiculous bow in return.

“Hopefully, it’ll last through my leadership, because I still won both votes!” He pumps a fist, his fans screaming. “A queen, a backup king, whatever! If I’m into you, I don’t give a shit about your class, because I clearly have none despite being a prince. Seriously, if I like you, I’ll make it work!”

Choromatsu is speechless. He’s all stammers and giggles, not looking a bit as composed as his clothes would suggest. “I– wow, Anon, you. You’re… That’s very forward, really! You’re making the right choice, just so you know. If I marry first, these five won’t be the ones to rule! Could you imagine these five at the helm of this kingdom? We’d collapse!” Just before the others get too frustrated, he backs off. “I won’t let you down.” A brief pause, a quiet addition: “Ribbit.”

((hi Anon! Sorry for the delay orz I’m gonna try to get back into the groove, promise.))

mindykahling:

mindykahling:

Okay so many of you know about Ramadan, the month in the islamic calander where every muslim who’s not travelling, pregnant, breastfeeding, diabetic or on their period or is ill or elderly has to fast from dawn until sunset and refrain from smoking, sex, swearing, etc. Instead of sending everyone I follow what I would like them to tag as #nsfr (not safe for ramadan), here is a list of things to tag:

• food
• nudes/ nsfw
• kissing/ pda
• smoking
• bad language

I’d appreciate it if people reblog this so every muslim doesn’t have to ask the 400+ blogs they follow to tag stuff. Thanks!

Ramadan 2017 will tentatively begin in the evening of Friday, May 26th and ends in the evening of Saturday, June 24th!