give it a rest vegeta you cant compete with gokus main character vibes
im not sure hit would want to handle the drama of being part of a fight triangle with two saiyans though. he might have to pass
it does kinda crack me up that broly joins them both on beerus's planet post-movie in the manga and doesnt even have any beef. he was raised to hate vegeta his whole life. did he just decide he didnt care anymore or that vegeta was a baby so it doesnt count? and he has goku levels of tolerance for vegetas bitchy attitude and doesnt get mad at him? really funny concept i love you broly
some manga bits im talking abt under cut cause they crack me up
Google is attempting to block the use of side loaders and APK files to download apps outside of their play store by requiring developers to submit their IDs and addresses.
They claim it won't affect side loading, but this doesn't apply to apps that are no longer available in the play store for whatever reason, as well as for people who are region restricted like in the People's Republic of China.
This will affect anyone using apps not directly verified by them, and will restrict the freedoms many users switched to Android for in the first place.Â
i hope they carry on doing dumb space shit together after the dbs manga. anyway goku put the fucking lion statue down vegetas trying to get you guys info or something
Me when I contact IT and tell them yes I restarted and followed any instructions I could but computer still angry and IT says they are escalating this because it is an actual issue: I am getting a good grade in service desk ticket. Something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve.
taggs via @ruffboi-mags: #yeah like i'm... well there was a time when i was definitely one of the least computer literate people i knew#like this was back in the late 90s/early 00s mostly#but like i could do basic things but i was woefully lacking in most kinds of knowledge#buuuut i could FIND most of what I needed if I actually read things and searched for guides and what not so i did okay#fast forward to today and i swear even half the people i would've thought would have the same approximate level of skill i have#(ie were nerdy and online/using computers regularly back in the late 90s/early 00s)#seem to... not?#I don't know if they had it and forgot because they let apps and fancier windows and geek squad and shit take over#or if i just overestimated everyone#but it's wild to me that even folks my age who are nerdy and online and have been since their teens#are... often kind of lacking in the basic skills department#i contact IT going 'hey guys there's a lot of fancy visual stuff windows likes to run that i normally turn off on my personal computer#because it's a little unnecessarily CPU-heavy to have them all running#and my work laptop here is running real laggy and is using a lot of memory and processing on stuff#and while a lot of it is stuff like the VPN and firewall that I know need to be running for security#this stuff could be turned off and it might help a bit. but it's admin locked so *I* can't change the settings can you for me?'#and they're like 'oh probably that won't make a difference but sure' and remote log in and pull up the wrong settings#(you need to go into one of the more technical menus to get at the setttings I don't remember where specifically but i usually get there#by the run option rather than just opening it through menus)#and i'm like no no#let me have the cursor and i'll open the menu in question#and so i do and they just kind of sit there for a moment and are like '...so what settings did you want to change?'#and i said click that button enter your admin login to access the menu and then turn off every option except this one#and they do and immediately things are improving so i thank them and they seem absolutely baffled that i knew those settings existed#and that i knew turning them off may help with the lag#but like... i knew bc i googled how to improve my memory/cpu use so my computer would run a lil better and it seems like no one but tech pp#think to do that sort of thing anymore????#idk man it's just wild to me#all this rambling to say i really hate how much my OS tries to control FOR me and how difficult they make it to change settings#and i wish i could use linux better than i can and also that i could use it on my work computer specifically
when my younger brother had been learning how to code for a fairly long time, I showed him how to copy and paste.
On the American broadcast, about five seconds after the music started the announcer said about the woman, âshe lists her hobbies as âforgetting thingsâ and âexistential crisesââ, and I canât imagine a more delightful one-two punch
My gift exchange present for @deabruarenjarraitzaileaya-ha! Taking a break from setting up camp in a vaguely DnD fantasy AU (I had to make Hiruma a tiefling, it was non-optional). Happy holidays!
A DnD fantasy AU has so many possibilities, but I love that you decided to portray such a cozy setting. I can almost feel the fire keeping the cold of the snowy forest at bay; perfect for Xmas season! And love that they are using Cerberos and each other for warmth as well (that tail!!), they'll probably have to share a sleeping roll đđ To keep warm!
Speaking of Cerberos!! I love that he is huge, he looks so fierce, even though right now he is being such a good boy and letting them rest against him.
Hiruma as a tiefling is genius, it fits him so well! Did you have anything else in mind? Are they on a mission? Is Kurita human? What are their classes? I think being a monk would fit Kurita, and Hiruma would be anything from a rogue to a warlock... maybe even an artificer!
The Christmas Bowl had been played just that morning. The Devil Bats had been there, giving it their all, but had ultimately lost to the Teikoku Alexanders. Being forced to watch their kouhai struggle on the field from up in the stands had felt frustrating in ways he could hardly articulate; there was still a tingling irritation at the back of his throat from all the shouting they had done. But since all they could do to help was yell encouragement to their former teammates and heckle the rival team, the match had been entirely in the playersâ hands. Deimonâs team had grasped for victory with dirt-stained, desperate fingers, hanging by their very fingernails until the end, but their efforts hadnât been enough: they were a solid team with some promising new starters and Chuubou was a good captain, but they had been no match for Yamato, Taka and Karin on their final year at the Xmas Bowl.
Deimon forbade third-year students from continuing club activities during the second semester, which was both stupid and unfair, but it also meant that he had to let the frustration go; the Devil Bats were not his team anymore, he should focus on his future instead. Winning the Spring Tournament was the last time he would ever play as the Devil Batsâ lineman, with Kuroki, Toganou, Monta, Taki and even Komusubi as teammatesânot Sena, since the lucky bastard was off training in Americaâand now he ought to focus on studying for his entrance exams, since that was the purpose of the stupid rule in the first place.
It made his gut squirm and twist into knots, like a particularly clumsy snake. Studying was one thing; it might be a bother and he would moan and groan the whole way through, but he was sure he could pass the exams if he buckled down and put the effort in. He could even handle his dadâs bitching about prestigious universities and successful careersâeven if it set his teeth on edge and made him want to pull the stick that must be lodged deep in his dadâs ass. The studying and the exams and his dad and his teachers he could handle, but the idea of going to university left him paralysed and breathless, because it would mean⊠would meanâŠ
âYo, Juumonji!â
A shoulder colliding against his, halfway into a linemanâs tackle, quite rudely interrupted his deep thoughts and brought him back to the present. âHa!?â
âWhatâs got you so preoccupied?â Kuroki said the word with mockingly crisp pronunciation, exactly like the posh villain of the action film they had watched yesterday, and Juumonji hated that he still found it funny.
âNothing, just thinking.â
âHa, thinking? Or overthinking?â
Before he could respond, Toganou piped up with a stupid smirk. âCareful now, Juumonji, or your hair will turn white.â
âYeah, you seem to be halfway there already!â
âYou are hilarious,â he deadpanned, and really, punching Kurokiâs arm was nothing if not justice.
âAw! And donât you forget it. But look! We are already here.â
Sure enough, they had reached the Tokyo Christmas market, which was filled with colourful lights and displays and delicious smells and jolly noises. But most of all, it was filled to the brim with people.
âShit, donât people have anything better to do?â
âWhat did you expect? Itâs Christmas; anyone who isnât having dinner with their date is here.â
Toganou snorted with good humour. âI guess we should be thankful Kazu-chan turned that girl down, otherwise it would be just you and me here, Kuroki.â
âPoor Fujihara-chan! You are a ruthless heartbreaker, Kazu-chan.â
Ah, yes. Last week a classmate had asked him out on a Christmas date, and turning her down had been an awkward affair, since he was not the most tactful of guys. But really, they had barely spoken twice during the school year, and he had only accepted her Saint Valentine's chocolates out of politeness. He was also not interested in dating anyone; he was far too worried about amefuto and the looming threat of university.Â
Still, Toganou should know better than to try for a blitz when his own quarterback was vulnerable. âAre you sure it wouldnât be just Kuroki here on his own? I saw you speaking with Nakagawa the other day.â
As predicted, Toganouâs face turned red behind his tinted glasses, his shoulders coming up to his ears. âHa? Shut your mouth, you saw nothing!â
Kuroki gasped. âHAAA!? You spoke to Nakagawa, and you didnât tell me??â
With his friendsâ company and their stupid, familiar banter in his ears, it was easy to ignore the uncomfortable sway of bodies in a crowd of thousandsâand the unpleasant, spiralling thoughts clamouring for attention inside his mind. As Toganou launched into a passionate retelling of his latest manga obsessionâthe one with demons, superpowered samurai hunters and that one guy with pink eyes and an improbably large sword he had started reading a few months backâ, they looked at the stalls at the outskirts of the market, filled with wooden toys and handcrafted decorations and jolly performers singing, and slowly inched their way towards the centre where the food stands were waiting.
Juumonji couldnât say he loved Christmas. He didnât remember going to markets or light shows as a kidânot even with momâand his only experience with the holiday was hanging out with Kuroki and Toganou during middle school, and for the last couple of years, with the Devil Bats. However, he could appreciate the pretty decorations, the delicious treats and the cheer that seemed to permeate the air like the misty breath of the crowd.Â
âI want Christmas cake!âÂ
Juumonji grinned and hung an arm around Kurokiâs shouldersâa gesture so familiar it made his heart squishy, or something sappy like that. âNot sure giving you any more sugar is a good idea, but sure! Letâs go get some, I want to see if you can vibrate right out of your skin.â
âHeâll probably end up puking his guts through the night,â Toganou commented distractedly, pointing at a stall. âOh hey, they have German beer! Letâs try and get some, Iâm sure we can pass off as twenty-year-olds.â
âNow we are talking.â
As they elbowed their way towards the German food stand, they saw a distinctive silhouette that dwarfed everyone but a select few in the marketâs crowd. Tall, rotund and powerful, Kurita Ryokan was impossible to miss; and once one started looking in his direction, it was easy to recognise the flashy, spiky demon Hiruma and the solid, easy-going presence of Musashi.
âAh, look, itâs the Ha Ha brothers.â
The nickname made Juumonjiâs stomach twist unpleasantly. He had long since accepted that they were stuck with it and, after they got their act together and became true members of the Devil Bats at the beginning of high school, it hadnât bothered him much; it had symbolised a new beginning in amefuto, new friends and teammates and, above all, it had been proof of his bond with Kuroki and Toganou. They were more than friends; they were practically family.
âGuys, itâs so good to see you, itâs been so long! Did you come to celebrate Christmas together?â
Now, however, the nickname reminded him of the choice he had to make. His future lay ahead of him, ready for him to decide on a path that would take him away from the present, from what he knew. From them. Â
âKurita-senpai! We saw each other just last week during the Koshien Bowl.â
âYes, yes, and then we went to celebrate Hiruma-senpai and Saikyoudaiâs victory, remember?â
His friends always liked to act tough in front of the upperclassmen, but Kurita made it impossible to keep the act for long, and they were already patting his back and arms in a hug that wasnât as half-hearted as they wanted to pretend. Juumonji observed them with bittersweet fondness, but didnât join in; his gaze slid over to Hiruma, who was keeping the chilly December wind at bay with a chequered scarf and a sharp grin.Â
Back in Deimon, the founders of the Devil Bats had always hung out together, in class, after class and during training. First just the two, and when Musashi came back, they went back to being three. Juumonji had looked at them and seen Toganou, Kuroki and himself, a strong bond of friendship that had endured insurmountable odds and only gotten stronger after strife. And yet, last year, the trio that back in middle school had founded the first American football team in Kantou to win the Christmas Bowl had split up and gone their separate ways: Musashi went back to work on his familyâs company, while Kurita went to Enma university and Hiruma to Saikyoudai. The announcement, at the time, had been what planted the seed; and here he was, almost a year later, being slowly strangled by its roots and branches.Â
Seeing them here together, however, enjoying the Christmas market in casual clothes and rosy cheeks, in a merry mood that had even notoriously stone-faced Musashi smiling softly, gave him pause. Perhaps⊠perhaps there was a chance it could work out. Perhaps he didnât have to choose between his ambition and the two most important people in his world.Â
âYou look like you are about to shit yourself,â commented Hiruma in his usual crass manner, and it pulled a reluctant chuckle out of Juumonji. He had spent enough time with the demon as his captain to know there was a question somewhere in that statement.
âSorry, my head was in the clouds for a second. I wasnât expecting to see you guys here; are you having dinner after this, senpai?â
âOnce fucking fatty has eaten his fill of oden and bratwursts, weâll go for KFC.â
âWe tried to get some, but they had already run out; apparently, you have to pre-order now.â
Hiruma popped a pink bubble. âIâve had to pre-order at three different KFCs to get enough for the fucking fatty.â
âAh, so itâs your fault they ran out!â
âYou snooze, you lose,â the quarterback said with a grin. It was obvious he was in a good moodâeyes bright and tone light.Â
Juumonji entertained the notion of asking either Kurita or Musashi for barely a few seconds before disregarding it. It had to be Hiruma. Summoning his courage, he squared his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. Hiruma, sensing the change, quirked an eyebrow.
âI would like to talk to you,â he said with ill-fitting formality. âNow,â he added, unsure if it was clear, âin private, if possible.â
Hiruma looked at him up and down, popping his pink bubblegum. After a few nerve-wracking seconds, he nodded and used his thumb to point at a little deserted corner of the market not too far away. Juumonji sighed in relief as they excused themselves and made their way there.
âSo? The fuck you want, fucking scarface?â
While it had been quite some time since he last thought Hiruma to be terrifying, while he respected and admired him and was pretty sure he wouldnât try to blackmail him again, he still found him quite intimidating. Juumonji was just as tall and almost twice as wide, but somehow, Hirumaâs physical presence was almost palpable. His appearance and attitude made people uncomfortable; and his eyes looked like they could pierce into oneâs very soul and peel back layers upon layers until all secrets lay bare to him. Knowing that Hiruma cultivated this mythology about himself didnât make it any less effective.
âMay I ask you a personal question?â
A thin, pierced eyebrow arched. Hiruma studied him with those sharp, all-seeing eyes of his, and Juumonji resisted the urge to fidget. Finally, a tilted head and a raised chin let him know he could go ahead.Â
âHow did you decide that Musashi-senpai, Kurita-senpai and you should split up and play for different teams?â
There was a cat-like blink, and Hiruma turned his head to glance at Kuroki and Toganou, who were pleading their case trying to get Musashi to buy them beer.Â
âKekeke, getting cold feet? I thought you said you wanted to play in the university league and settle a few scores with certain playersâ
âI do! I do, butâŠâ
âBut fucking fishlips and fucking sunglasses wonât be attending university, and you think that if you do, it will break their itty-bitty hearts,â the demon said, baring his teeth in an open-mouthed smile that was more sinister than friendly.Â
Juumonji sighed. Of course Hiruma had immediately zeroed in on the true core of the issue and hit the nail on the head. âThe three of us⊠since we met in elementary school, it has always been us against the world. And then we met Sena and joined the Devil Bats and⊠For the longest time, we didnât have any ambition beyond having a good time and trying to look cool, but now I want to be the best amefuto player I can be. For myself, for them.â He bit his lip. âBut if that means being on different teams, living in different cities, I⊠they are my best friends; I donât want to lose them.â
There was no retort, so he dared to look him in the eye and asked softly. â...how did it feel? Playing against Kurita-senpai?â
There was a pause, and the quarterback closed his eyes and breathed in, as if he were seeing it all playing out behind his eyelids. âFucking exhilarating. One of the best linemen in Japan, who knows my tells and strategies⊠to play against him was a challenge in a way I have few times experienced. I canât wait to see how he evolves and matures as a player so that we can face each other again next season.â
The genuine passion and admiration in his voice struck Juumonji dumb where he stood, gaping like an idiot as Hirumaâs solemn expression turned cartoonishly irritated.Â
âAnd I would fucking love to face Musashi in the same manner, if the fucking old man could get his fucking act together enough to make it in the X-League. Canât believe that they lost with even fucking eyebrows on their team and now we have to play against fucking Panasonic in the Rice Bowl.â
âBut donât you⊠I mean, they are your friends.â He shook his head, crossed his arms. âKurita-senpai lost the chance to go to the Rice Bowl to you and your team.â
For a second, he feared he would be mocked for his sentimentality; he could already see the toothy grin and the wide eyes Hiruma used to bait even the most stoic of people into a rage. Had he made a mistake in baring his insecurities to Tokyoâs devil?
âThatâs right, the Enma Fires lost to the Wizards in the semifinals,â Hiruma said, looking serious once again. âInstead of fighting together towards the same goal, Kurita and I, even Musashi, now have to compete against each other to follow our dreams. You want to agonise over it? Be my fucking guest. I still feel⊠frustration, at not having them by my side at the Rice Bowl, but I have new teammates now, and I owe them my best performance no matter the cost. And losing now will motivate them to train more and play better next year, which makes the game all the more challenging. Thatâs what I love about amefuto.â
They stood there, looking at each other, and let the words settle between them. He thought this must be the most emotionally honest Hiruma had ever been with him, and it somehow made the lesson imparted all the more encouraging. The ball of anxiety that had taken root in his belly loosened a bit.
âI want that,â he said hoarsely. âI want to play with the best and be the best possible player I can be.â
âGood. Now quit your whining and fuck off with your brothers.â Hiruma waved him off, sporting a terrifying, demonic smile. âMerry fucking Christmas and all that. And if you donât make the cut for Saikyoudai, Iâll fucking kill you!â
Juumonji couldnât help but smile. Emotional honesty was over, apparently, but he could understand a bit of Hiruma-speak, and he wouldnât forget his help easily. He imagined himself, as he had done so many times before, standing alongside Hiruma and Banba on Saikyoudaiâs field; the negative space by his side where Kuroki and Toganou should be ached, but for once it looked bearable.
âI will make it.â The quiet conviction in his voice surprised him.
Grinning, Hiruma turned without a word and strutted to where Kurita was attempting to leave the bratwurst stall out of business, with Musashi watching on with a giant jar of beer and a grimace of admiration.
âHiruma, look, they have curry-flavoured sausages!â
âIâm looking, Iâm looking. Didnât you want to go to that stall with wooden decorations from earlier?â
âYes! The one with the little guys that look like you.â
âThe fucking elves, yes, yes. Letâs go, then we can go for the fucking fried chicken.â
Having said their goodbyes, they went on, voices merging with the crowdâs. Juumonji watched them go, shivering slightly in the winter cold of December.
âJuumonji? You okay?â
Toganouâs voice brought him out of his reverie. He hadnât realised his friends were standing right next to him, looking at him with matching frowns. âYes, yes, of course. Letâs go get that Christmas cake.â
âDude, are you sure? Youâve been acting weird for a while now.â
âAnd now you ask to speak with Hiruma-senpai in private? Donât tell me youâve pissed off some yakuza bigshot and need help!âÂ
âYeah, you should have come to us first! Though asking for Hiruma-senpaiâs help was smart too, he is the most terrifying person in Tokyo.â
âProbably Japan!â
Juumonji shook his head with fond exasperation. âWhere the hell would I have met a yakuza? We donât get into street fights like we used to, and even then we never came across those.â
As his two dumbwitted friends began describing improbable scenarios on how he could have duelled a yakuza boss last month, nervousness gripped his sternum and he fidgeted in place. He needed to tell them. He had postponed this talk for months, too anxious and emotionally constipated to actually broach the topic that had weighed so heavily in his mind.Â
âI asked Hiruma-senpai about university,â he said, cutting their crazy scenarios off. He took a fortifying breath. âI⊠I think I will be trying for the entrance exams.â
â...yeah, duh? Iâm guessing youâve finally decided on Saikyoudai?â
âI thought you might go to Enma with Kurita-senpai, but I guess the Saikyoudai Wizards are the best.â
âThey won the Koshien Bowl, weâll see about the Rice Bowl! X-League teams are super strong; you saw how they obliterated Musashi-senpaiâs team!â
âNext year might be different though! Sena is coming back, you think heâs going to Enma with Monta?â
Juumonji blinked. âWait, you guys thought I was going to uni all along?â
Kuroki and Toganou blinked back, looked at each other, then got this irritatingly superior look on their faces. âThis is what you were worrying your pretty little head over? Really, Kazu-chan⊠â
âYou are the only one of us smart enough to pass the university exams, yet you are so dumb.â
âSo dumb!â
âHa!?â Juumonji tried to punch Kurokiâs arm, but the bastard moved faster and pulled him into a headlock.
âListen, idiot; we are a team, weâll always be a team. But when it comes to amefuto, you have more potential than we do. And you have to rise to the top! Become the best lineman in Japan! And for that, you have to play on the best uni team. Who knows, maybe theyâll even scout you for an American team! Wouldnât that be awesome?â
Juumonji stopped struggling, sagging in his best friendâs hold. âSaikyoudai is awfully far from Tokyo. And America is farther away still.â
The headlock had turned into a manly side hug, and Toganouâs hand patted his head. People in the crowd were looking at them, but they didnât care one bit.
âDistance ainât enough to stop us! Weâll always be friends, us three.â
âAnd, hey! You donât know where we will end up! We may not be good enough to be in the NFL, but if you go there, we might follow and play in smaller leagues.â
âYeah, donât look down on us!â
âWe are definitely not going to uni, though. More studying? I would rather do a thousand Death Marches.â
Juumonji let his hand circle Kurokiâs wrist where it hung over his shoulder, feeling his chest warm. âWhat will you do? You are definitely still playing, right?â
âOf course! My old man wanted me to inherit the shop, but Iâve been working there from time to time all my life and I donât like it.â
Toganou hugged his other side, sandwiching him in their sweaty warmth. âWe were speaking with Musashi-senpai just now. You know how his team barely has the minimum players, and apparently he could also use some help with his business.â
âYeah! Moving cinderblocks or whatever construction men do. We could do that; keep us strong, no need for algebra and organic formulas and Edo periods or any of that bullshit.â
âIf you join the Takekura Babels and I get into Saikyoudai, that means that if we both win our respective leagues, we would face each other in the Rice Bowl.â
âHa? We will definitely reach the top of our leagueâPanasonic wonât know what hit themâand then you better bring in your A game to the Rice Bowl, bastard, or we will kick your butt!â
Kuroki and Toganouâs grins were beaming and contagious, and Juumonji was helpless to stop his own smile from spreading wide, even through the slight watering of his eyes.
âAre you going to cry?â Toganou asked, voice soft and devoid of any mockery, and Juumonji chuckled.
âHa!? Itâs just the wind, bastard.â
Kuroki crowed, lifting his fist in the air. âGood! Now letâs go get some Christmas cake!â
With their arms still around each otherâs shoulders, they continued wandering around the market, enjoying their last Christmas of high school. What the future held, Juumonji didnât know, but he no longer feared it. Whatever would come, he knew he would have Kuroki and Toganou at his side, always.
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