By night, they play gigs. By day, they sample ramen in cities across America.

They’re the three women of Shonen Knife, a legendary rock band from Japan. For over 35 years, the band has been serving up infectious punk songs with a delicious twist: Many of them are about food. Think song titles like “Wasabi,” “Hot Chocolate” and “Sushi Bar.” But don’t dismiss them as bubblegum pop: Over the years, some of their biggest fans have included giants of alt-rock music.

This spring, Shonen Knife embarked on its latest adventure – a ramen rock tour of the U.S.

Why ramen? Well, ramen is really like Japanese soul food, says Daisuke Utagawa, a ramen restaurateur in Washington, D.C., and unofficial ambassador of Japanese food culture. “It’s probably as important as your pizza here.”

Ramen Rock: These Japanese Punk Legends Sing About Food

Photos: Ariel Zambelich/NPR

Dating Pre-Death Kyle Would Include...

request: could you do a dating pre-death Kyle would include?


Originally posted by welcometothepsychoticsociety

  • always being tackled in bear hugs
  • him randomly yelling “this is my girlfriend folks!” to which your face turns bright red
  • mario kart wars
  • food fights
  • taking walks around the city and trying every pizza place to find the “ULTIMATE PIZZA”
  • rocking out all the time
  • being best friends with all his frat bros
  • none of them EVER hitting on you
  • cuddles, cuddLES, CUDDLES
  • watching a lot of movies, especially disney since you discovered he had a sweet spot for them
  • him just walking into your dorm and at this point your roommate just groans and say “hey kyle”
  • tons of nose kisses
  • always holding hands or with his hands around your waist, just always touching
  • he’s a perfect gentleman, always holds doors and helps you get your coat on and pulls out chairs

(in conclusion i need a kyle, you need a kyle, we all need a kyle)

Pop punk problem #49

Getting into bands is like Alice following the rabbit into the hole and falling into a whole new universe. You’re in way over your head.

My school has gained a bit of infamy in the teen productions at the local theater, because we’re bored teenagers hanging out backstage and have nothing better to do than compare the high schools we go to. Some notable things that have happened include:
-That one study hall supervisor who was fired and arrested after sleeping with a student, then made his sentence worse by contacting her after his trial or something like that
-The honors biology teacher who has, among other things:
  -Made us dissect squids without gloves
  -Wouldn’t stop lecturing about the symbolism in some staircase in Gattaca, because it looked like a double helix. My class was spared from this lecture because someone almost passed out in the hallway from dehydration
  -Once started class with “so I got stung by like 40 bees over the weekend” and then proceeded to tell in extreme detail the story of how he got stung by “like 40 bees.” The next day he brought a bee in a jar to class to show everyone the kind he was stung by
  -Lectured about how tough he was as an 8 year old because he got stung by a man o’ war jellyfish
  -Lectured about that time he “ran Costa Rica for 10 weeks”
  -Lectured about that time he did a presentation on snakes to a Korean cult
  -Basically he gets himself off topic really easily and I know how to kill a sea urchin because of him, but I can’t name all the differences between plant and animal cells
-There’s the Jesus Fountain, which is the best water fountain
-Someone’s senior project was to paint a rock
-The Pizza Incident, in which aforementioned bio teacher got pissed at a student for ordering a pizza to the school, so they ordered him one the next day 
-The ridiculous amount of pencils stuck into the ceiling
-The ceiling tiles that bulge out, leak, and collapse during the winter
-Drive Your Tractor To School Day (to clarify, I go to a public high school in north east Ohio)
-The ridiculous amount of bomb threats at the Middle School last year, which happened so often that they stopped evacuating the school to look for evidence of bombs
-The carbon monoxide leak earlier in the year that lead to “happy gas leak day”
-Our slightly ridiculous mascot, some German guy with a giant moustache standing on a mountain, holding a pick-axe, wearing short shorts
-The fire extinguisher incident, where one kid set off a fire extinguisher in the band hallway. He later on taped a picture of a fire extinguisher in the front of one of the bio books in honors bio room
-There were rumors that said kid also somehow climbed onto the school roof during homecoming, but nothing was confirmed. Knowing him though, I’d believe it. He climbed the goal post during band camp. 

My brother went to the same school and graduated way back. In his days the gym ceiling looked like someone had fixed it with paper and duct tape, a girl passed out in gym class after smuggling alcohol in her water bottle, and there was a bathroom that was closed every year after the first quarter because people kept smoking in it  

waxing poetic on chest hair removal

modern AU in which Emma works in a salon and Killian is her client, in for a bit of reluctant manscaping (mermen don’t have chest hair, after all). but it eventually grows back. and then…stuff happens. (definitely rated M!) (somewhat based off of prompts that @thesschesthair and @bleebug posted/rcvd; and thanks to @xpumpkindumplingx for looking it over!)
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happy happy happy happy HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SWEETEST COCONUT ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH, @cocohook38!!!! I hope your day is as wonderful as you are, darling!

“Hey, Tink; what’s my next appointment?”

“Your favorite: manscaping in Room 2.”

“Thanks.” Emma winked at the receptionist, washed her hands, and headed to the room where her next client waited. She was always professional, but one perk to working in a salon that offered waxing was the attention she got to lavish to the chests, abs, and other parts of some very attractive customers. True, she had to be almost clinical at times, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t still look.

There were some days she did curse her job, particularly when she had an itch that needed scratching (or when it led to that itch in the first place), but she always managed to resist slipping her phone number in with the post-waxing care materials, lest they lose a customer.

However, when she opened the door to Room 2 and saw the man leaning against the table, Emma knew right away that this was going to be the hardest client to resist…and she honestly wouldn’t mind if he never sought their services again.

She had seen chest hair of all kinds before—thick, thin, dark, light, a small amount, and an obscene amount.

But this guy? It was somehow…perfect: thicker near the center of the chest, tapering out over his well-developed pecs, and then drawing a dark, thin line down the center of his toned stomach, disappearing into his low-slung dark-wash jeans.

And he wanted it gone? For the first time ever, she kind of hated her job if she was supposed to rid the world of that beauty.

The owner of said glorious chest hair cleared his throat; Emma blushed immediately, realizing she’d been staring. “My eyes are up here, love,” he said, in a teasing tone and enticing accent.

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  • Adult Steven: I wanted to tell you one story, uh, this is the story of the best meal I’ve ever had in my life, ok? It happened when I was 14 years old in Beach City where I grew up. I went to a place called Fish Stew Pizza with my gay rock mom Pearl. We walk in to the diner one day and they had a jukebox there, ok? And the jukebox was three plays for a dollar. So we put in seven dollars and selected twenty one plays of 'Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star)'. And then we ordered and waited. Here’s the thing about when 'Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star)' plays over and over and over and over and over again; the second time it plays, your immediate thought is not “Hey someone’s playing 'Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star)' again.” It’s “Hey, 'Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star)' is a lot longer than I first thought.” The third time it plays you’re thinking “Maybe someone’s playing 'Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star)' again.” The fourth time it plays, you’re either thinking “Whoa, someone just played 'Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star)' four times.” Or at least “Someone played it twice and it’s a really long song.” So the fifth time is the kicker, alright? Now Pearl and I, we’re watching the entire diner at this point alright? Most people have gotten wind as to what’s going on and we’re staring at this one guy and he’s sitting in a booth with is stupid kids jumping around and he’s like, staring at his coffee cup like this *stares intensely and his hand starts shaking* - and he’s been onto us since the beginning - and he’s sitting there, and his hand is shaking and he had this look on his face like, oh like he had just gotten his thirty day chip from anger management and he’s staring like this *resumes intense staring* and the fourth song fades out, it’s dead quiet, then - I don’t know if you know this but the song begins very quietly; *singing* “I CAN'T HELP IT IF I MAKE A SCENE” And he goes “GODDAMMIT!!” and he pounds on the table, silverware flies everywhere, and it was fantastic. But a word about my gay rock mom Pearl and what a genius she is, because when we first walked into the diner, ok? And we first got there, and I’m punching in the 'Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star)'s alright? I’d punched in like, seven at this point and Pearl says to me “Hey hey hey, before you punch in another 'Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star)' let’s drop in one 'Everything Stays'” Oh yes, that is when the afternoon went from good to great. After seven 'Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star)'s in a ro- it played seven times. Suddenly; *singing* “Lets go to the ga-” and the sigh of relief swept through the diner. People were so happy. It was like the liberation of The Crystal Gems. Y’know for years, scientists have wondered; can you make grown men and women weep tears of joy by playing 'Everything Stays'? and the answer is: Yes. You can. Provided that it is preceded by seven 'Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star)'s. It’s true. And on the other hand, when we went back, holy shit. ‘Everything Stays’ fades out, it’s dead quiet… *singing* “I CAN'T HELP IT IF I MAKE A SCENE?” It went insane, people went outta their minds, no-one could handle it, no-one could handle it. And they were surrounded by this seemingly indifferent staff that was just like *starts sweeping* “Yep, same crap as always.” They unplugged the jukebox after eleven plays and that was the best meal I’ve ever had.