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🌙 Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon

Kirari Super Live

Okie shots of the auditorium.

Oooh a planetary light show thing for a minute.

The senshi in shadow.

Time for some singing.

And dancing.

Just dancing.

Oh a rock version.

Some shots of the Tokyo streets.

Usagi enters looking for Luna.

Ami called her cause she's going to be late for school.

Okie so it's not school she's late for but just a meet up of the senshi.

These outfits are an eye sore.

She missed the meet up.

She can't reach the scouts via phone so she's asking the audience for help.

She also says that their wacky outfits are for the performance.

Her friends found her.

Aw the cute mics with the bows.

Time for the first song.

C'est La Vie

More talking to the audience.

All the child voices are so cute.

An introduction of all the characters.

Sakura Fubuki

This is the song Rei sings to those kids right?

She's doing the song with Ami.

Another song.

Here we go!

These awful plastic-y outfits.

Lol this arm dancing bit is cute.

Katagoshi ni Kinsei

This is going to be a ballad isn't it?

Mina is wearing the same outfit she wore in the episode where she collasped on stage which makes sense since that episode was filmed at the same time as this.

Romance

Aw this song <3

Isn't the one she performs after she does the competition with Rei? Or am I thinking of another song? This might be the song she sings when she saves Usagi from Mio's trap/the faux concert.

This is such an up beat fluffy song.

Some robot-esque movements tossed in here.

Uh oh villain music.

Hey Kunzite.

Jadeite and Nephrite are in the audience.

They're there to collect energy from the audience.

They think the scouts are in the theater.

Lol the audience interaction are good.

All the cute bbs.

Lol "stop making friends"

Lol did that girl ask where Zoicite was?

"Stop shaking their hands!"

Zoicite has arrived.

The girl that asked for him must be so pleased.

Lol the portable piano.

I'm sad that I don't know any of these references rn.

They are thinking of taking a hostage.

Aw the "hostage" is crying.

Tuxedo Mask!

Lol @ "I thought you were supposed to be in London".

"The script say you're in London!" lol this is great.

Time to fight!

Okie so they leave after a two second show down.

These children love Luna.

Sweet Little Resistance

This one is Luna with some children dressed as senshi as the background dancers.

They even have their scout tambourines.

Villain music again.

Jadeite creeping up.

Aw some of the children are upset over looking getting kidnapped.

Sae is the one who sings the theme song right?

Kirari Sailor Dream!

The audience is singing along I think.

Clapping to the beat too.

Luna transforms.

I guess they thought she was just a regular kid when they kidnapped her.

Tuxedo Mask is back.

Zoicite is trying to protect Tuxedo Mask of course.

The Senshi have arrived!

Nice use of fog there.

The fight is on.

More good uses of fog.

Mars's power is strings shooting and confetti though that may have been a return attack idk.

Jupiter's is represented by lazer lights.

Venus's is her standard chain plus confetti.

Coordinated group attack sends the generals fleeing.

Lol @ Luna collecting their weapons.

I have to say that the tulle under the stage version of their skirts makes them look nicer than the standard costumes from the show.

Usagi was ready to leave but they have to finish the concert.

Friend

This choreo is very much inspired by all the posing and different stances that the scouts take during fights.

I guess that was the last song.

Oh wait I was wrong the last song is the theme song but this time sung by the senshi.

The movements are more or less same as what we see in the opening credits.

Luna and Sae are back.

Sae's joined in now that they're beyond the first verse.

Lol the generals are back along with Tuxedo Mask.

Some nice posing going on.

Now some walking and swaying side to side.

Lol they're fully into the choreo now with the hand movements.

That's the end. Now they're saying buy.

The curtain falls.

Despite the bad costumes (even the senshi uniforms bothered me because the pink on Sailor Moon’s outfit was too bright/light) and me not caring about the majority of the songs that was really cute.

Super Dance Lesson

Okie so maybe I was wrong about the pink being to bright on the stage version of Sailor moon’s costume cause it looks the same color that it is one the tv series here. Or maybe it was too bright but looks okay here because the video is low quality?

So the purpose of this is to show you the dance moves they use in Kiari Super live but I’m watching this to make my PGSM journey feel complete~.

Luna believes that dancing is a part of being a sailor soldier and wants to learn to be a good dancer.

On the surface it’s just a weak premise for the video but honestly the scouts do so much twirling that knowing how point and step does seem like a senshi requirement to me lol.

The version I’m watching of this has the audio out of sync.

Usagi and Makoto support Luna’s plan to become a better dancer and use their phones to change into some dance wear.

omg even the socks have that plastic-y material on them

There is lots of jumping in this first dance.

Romance is very much focused on arm dancing.

Mako says they are good dancers because they practice.

Luna says that she guesses dance really is the true mark of a sailor guardian.

Mako says they should transform and they do.

I almost forgot how ridic Luna’s transformation sequence is.

They are doing Kirari Sailor Dream now of course.

“Bye bye”.

See now the pink looks bright to me again so I guess my first impression was correct and that at the beginning of the Dance Lesson it looked different due to the lighting.

The senshi wave good bye and the credits roll.

#sailor moon #pretty guardian sailor moon #sailor moon live action #🐟📺#concert #theater #television

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autistic-stedebonnet · 4 years

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Mako’s Journey in Learning to Love Theater Kids

chapter 1

Chapter 3/?

In which Mako doesn’t cry, and that’s not necessarily a good thing

Mako did not like Wu one bit. He did not like how Wu would blow his curls up when they got in his face, in fact, he despised Wu’s curls and how soft they looked. He hated that Wu’s smile was almost blinding, and that his laugh was big and jovial and nothing like what he’d expect from someone who was clearly very wealthy and well-raised. Nope. Wu was obnoxious and loud and way too...touchy. There was not a single flutter in his stomach when Wu grabbed his bicep to show him something. And he did not feel suspiciously similar around Wu to how he’d felt when he first met Korra.

“You and Wu seemed to hit it off.”

Mako whipped his head around in horror to face a smirking Bolin. “What?! We didn’t- he just- he wouldn’t leave me alone!”

Bolin’s face softened and he lay a hand on Mako’s shoulder. “Hey. You know I’ll love you no matter what, right?”

“Bolin-”

“Seriously. If you like Wu, it’s fine Mako. There’s nothing wrong with-”

“I don’t!” Mako cried, trying to ignore his heart sitting at the bottom of his stomach. “Like Wu. I don’t like him. I’m…” No, he was not going to cry. Mako did not cry, or get confused, or falter on anything. Mako was composed and strong. “I’m straight.” He’d made an attempt to sound content and unwavering, but his voice cracked on the last word and his eyes burned. Stop it Mako, this is stupid.

Bolin dropped it and the car ride home was silent. --- Mako had been to the Earth Kingdom once. A little over a year before his parents were killed, his family had taken a trip to Ba Sing Se. Apparently his father had to do some work there, but Mako didn’t really remember that part. He wished he did. Anyway, Mako kinda hated the city. Everything was so rigid and divided and there was something unsettling in the very air, something he couldn’t quite pinpoint. He was only 7, but he knew it was wrong, separating people like this. He hated it and he wanted to go home.

About a week into the vacation, he’d gotten lost while out in the busy shopping center of the middle ring (his family wasn’t rich, but they were well off enough to afford a hotel room in the middle ring.) Practical even at 7 years old, Mako had planted himself at the front of a little tea shop and held his head high to try and seem intimidating. He’d tugged on the sleeve of the shop owner and asked in his most mature voice if the man could use the loudspeaker to report Mako’s location so his family could find him. And he waited.

He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but it wasn’t his fault that they people at the table near him were talking so loudly.

“...hear what happened in the fire nation last month?”

“Yes! It’s revolting.”

Mako strained his ears, he wanted to know what was revolting!

“The fire nation citizens are practically rejoicing, the poor souls can’t even recognize how unnatural it is.”

“Legalizing same sex marriage.” The person had scoffed very loudly. “Next thing we know they’ll be letting us marry furniture.”

Mako’s parents, and Bolin had walked in after that, hugging Mako in relief and scolding him for wandering off. Mako took it all in stride, like any 7 year old would, and went right back to his trip. But that overheard conversation stuck with him, whether he entirely realized it or not. It stuck with him at 8 when he found himself thinking that boy in his class was pretty, and at 13 when he found himself wanting to run his hands through the hair of a boy that he and Bolin hung around for a brief time. Even after those old-fashioned, bigoted notions had been set right, and after he saw Korra and Asami so happy together, it stuck with him. Maybe not in the way that made him actively hate gay people, but certainly in the way that made him sub-consciously hate himself. --- Bolin’s selfless act of dropping the subject didn’t last very long, nor did it stay very private, as he announced over breakfast the next morning: “So, Mako, I’ve decided to invite Wu over today. To, y’know hang out.”

Mako promptly choked on his moon peach and turned to his brother in dismay, still coughing violently. “You- why???” He cried.

“Well, he’s my friend!” Bolin replied grinning horrifyingly large.

“No he’s- Bolin you hate him!”

Lin, who had been sitting at the end of the table quietly, raised an eyebrow and Mako was sure that she was once again, wondering what possessed her to take them in 3 years ago. “Isn’t Wu that annoying little shit that paid his way into the advanced theater class?”

“He didn’t-”

“That’s the one,” Bolin replied, shoving the remainder of his food in his mouth.

Lin groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Fine, but keep Mako’s little boyfriend out of my way.”

“Lin!” Mako shouted. “He’s not- I just met him- I’m-”

“You’re straight, yup, I said the same thing when I was your age.” She clapped Mako on the shoulder and smiled in the same strange way she did when she was about to try and fail to give him advice. Like someone had pinned boulders to each of her feet and was threatening to kill her if she didn’t smile. --- Mako didn’t give a fuck what he was wearing that day. He had not picked out that one shirt that he’d accidentally crashed into a perfume barrel while wearing that one time because it still smelled like jasmine. Well, not on purpose anyway. In his defense, it was a nice shirt; a soft, black button up with red stitching and buttons that he’d been given as a gift last year. He adjusted the collar, which had a habit of sticking out in all the wrong ways, and debated on whether or not to tuck it into his loose, grey jeans. The ones he’d bought right after receiving his first ever paycheck working at Narook’s. They weren’t much, but they were durable and- what? Why is he thinking about his clothes? He’s not trying to impress anyone, spirits! Mako groaned and buried his face in his hands. Stupid, Mako, you have no reason to dress up… Maybe do slip on that nice red coat though- no! He stopped himself before kicking a hole in the wall, deciding on a simple sigh of defeat and sinking to the ground fighting back tears that were pricking threateningly at the corners of his eyes. This was absurd. He didn’t like Wu, hell he could hardly tolerate him. That was a lie, that was a lie and he knew it. But hey, internalized homophobia will do that to you, won’t it?

Mako wiped furiously at his eyes, gritting his teeth, because this was ridiculous! I’m straight, I’m straight, I’m straight, I’m straight, I’m… He shut his eyes as tight as he could manage, locking his thoughts away neatly in a box, like he did with all significant emotions. If it wasn’t about school or survival it was unimportant, trivial. He locked it away with his anxieties about Lin getting tired of him and kicking him out, his memories from before it all went to shit, and everything else. He was not having a sexuality crisis, nope!

“Mako?” Bolin knocked gently on the door, but as was customary with them, it was more of a warning than a question. He walked in and upon seeing Mako curled up in the corner, sat beside him. “Mako-”

“I don’t wanna talk.”

“Mako that’s what you always say when you really need to talk but don’t know how,”

“No it’s not.”

“Yea, it is, dude. C’mon, you know I’ve just been messing with you.”

“Yea.”

“Mako!” Bolin’s face was crunched up exactly how it always was when Mako got like this. “I don’t see why you can’t just talk to me! Do you think I’m gonna judge you for whatever emotions you’re failing at hiding?”

“Bolin…” Mako’s mouth hung open, but he couldn’t make the words come out. “It’s just.” He hardened his jaw and breathed in slowly, steadily. “It’s…”

“I know. Well actually, technically I don’t, but uh… I can try, I guess.” He sighed as if searching for the right words. “Look Mako, I have no idea what you’re going through right now, but we’re brothers. You can talk to me. I understand not telling Lin, cause she’s not exactly Ms. Advice, but you can tell me things.”

“I know,” Mako whispered, but his tone was stiff. He wasn’t gonna talk about it, not yet at least. But it was nice, knowing for sure that no one was gonna hate him when he finally was ready to talk. Not that he didn’t know that before, but…

“I’m gonna go, and… uh, Wu couldn’t make it, by the way. He’s busy. But I didn’t think you’d wanna have anyone over right now… anyway.”

Mako watched as the door shut behind Bolin and he leaned back until his head rested on the cold wall. He wondered if he might get stuck there if he stayed still for long enough. He also wondered how long it would take for his brain to sort things out. Lastly, he wondered if it was possible to go to Ba Sing Se to find those people that had single-handedly ignited a flame in his mind that over the years, had grown into a fire large enough to seep into all his thoughts and emotions and burn them to ash. He wanted to hit those people. He wanted to cry full on, big, ugly tears and not feel guilty about it. He wanted to stop feeling guilty about everything, blaming it all on himself because it was easier to carry the burden of everyone’s mistakes than to face his own demons that couldn’t seem to shut the fuck up. --- “You heard from that Lee girl recently?”

“Nope. Not since she started running numbers for the Agni Kais.”

“The Agni Kais? But isn’t she…”

A soft, almost mournful chuckle rang through the alley. Mako pressed himself further against the crates. He’d just come to get some food for Bolin, he hadn’t meant to run straight into Triple Threat Triad territory. But this conversation didn’t seem threatening at all. It seemed sad.

“Yea, she was. I heard they didn’t take too kindly to it. Don’t know why she joined to begin with. ‘S no secret the Agni Kais won’t hesitate to strike down anyone like her.”

“Desperate for money, the girl was almost starved.”

“Probably. I would’ve given her somethin’.”

“You…”

“Don’t go ‘round telling people, but I got a soft spot for the kid. She was smart, that little girlfriend of hers too.”

Mako’s heart was spiraling in his chest. Strike down people like her, little girlfriend… he felt like he was gonna be sick. He knew Lee. She was just a couple years older than him, had only been on the streets for two months after he parents had kicked her out. She was the only homeless kid he knew that had a phone, and she’d let him play games on it when he got overwhelmed. And she was gone. They’d done what? Killed her just cause she liked girls. They hurt people like her. They hurt people like that. They… he curled in on himself, biting his lip to stop the tears. They hurt people like him. --- Mako hadn’t smoked since he was 15. He’d picked up the habit when he was young and stupid and so so scared. It’d helped with the emotions that were too big and too complicated. But a couple years ago, Lin had found his cigarette stash and fake ID. She confiscated it all, saying that she may have no clue what she was doing, but she sure as hell knew that 15 year olds weren’t supposed to be smoking. That was the end of it. It was easier anyway, to not smoke. It was easier when he had a roof over his head and a guaranteed meal every night.

It wasn’t hard to get more, he knew that Lin kept some stashed away for when her sister came to visit and she needed an excuse to go outside, away from everyone. Su said it was a disgusting habit, and Lin would point out that Su hadn’t thought that when she was 16. Mako always tuned out the argument right about then.

The smoke plumed around him and he began to remember how he got addicted to this stuff. There was ash, sparks in his throat and he wondered if he would breathe fire when he exhaled. Wondered if a flame licking at his throat would make him feel alive in the way that didn’t terrify him.

He had planted himself on the roof of the apartment building, knowing that he could easily lean back the wrong way and go tumbling off. He considered it for a moment, then took another drag on his cigarette. It was cold and he’d left his coat inside. He brought the withering cigarette up to his hand, almost leaving a burn mark on his palm, desperate for warmth. Maybe if he stayed out here long enough, the smoke would consume him until he was ash in the wind. Maybe that would be easier.

---

chapter 4

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autistic-stedebonnet · 4 years

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Mako’s Journey in Learning to Love Theater Kids

Chapter 1/?

In which Mako does in fact, go to plays.

notes- this fic is abandoned, don’t read if you don’t like being disappointed

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Mako didn’t go to plays. He went to his baseball games because well… they were his games, so that’s a given. He went to Korra’s swim meets, Bolin’s soccer games (before he quit to pursue his dreams of something or other. Mako had stopped paying attention after the 7th insane ambition) and occasionally those mind-numbing competitions for Asami’s robotics club. Ok, they weren’t really mind-numbing, everyone there was just like, really smart and kinda made him feel like an idiot. Not to mention, Varrick is the chaperone for the robotics club, and they don’t exactly get on too well. Varrick is also the theater teacher, as well as a chemistry teacher, Mako isn’t exactly sure how. Before you ask, no it’s not Mr. Varrick. Varrick insists on being called by just his last name (or maybe it’s his first name, Mako’s never really bothered to ask. Bolin probably knows) But that’s off topic.

Mako did not go to plays under any circumstance whatsoever. But Mako also didn’t disappoint his younger brother who -without consulting anyone mind you- had gone and not only joined the theater program, but gotten the lead role in the next of the school’s terribly written plays. Bolin said that it was sheer, unadulterated talent. Mako preferred to call it ‘no one else auditioned, idiot.’ So, in conclusion, Mako went to plays under ONE circumstance.

--- “Kill me.”

Korra snorted as Mako slumped down in his seat, looking much too like a disgruntled Lin than he’d ever dare admit to. Asami shot a deathly glare in her direction before patting Mako’s shoulder sympathetically.

“I’m sure it won’t even be that bad.”

“Wow Asami, you’re a great liar!”

“Korra! Not helping!”

Mako sighed. “No Korra’s right-”

“As always.”

“-it’s gonna be terrible. You two don’t have to go to fucking Denny’s after with 3 dozen theater kids.”

Korra burst out laughing and Asami grimaced.

“You don’t have to go. Can’t you just drop Bolin off?” The latter suggested.

“No.” Mako snapped.

Mako had a problem with leaving Bolin alone anywhere. According to his therapist, it related to the trauma he had from spending ages 8-14 on the streets, where leaving Bolin alone meant leaving Bolin to be stabbed in an alley and left for dead. Mako thought that was stupid. He didn’t have trauma. His therapist knew nothing and the only reason he still went was because it was either that, or Lin sent him to Air Temple island for a month hoping that their sickening happy-go-lucky shit would rub off on him just enough that he’d stop thinking everyone was out to kill him.

Korra leaned over the table and stole one of Mako’s fries, not bothering to finish chewing before responding. “Boyin uh ee fine!”

“What?” Mako and Asami said in unison.

Korra swallowed with a dramatic eye roll. “Bolin’ll be fine. He’s 16, he-”

“No.”

The subject was dropped and Bolin sat down beside Mako, out of breath and grinning so wide to the point that it was almost unsettling. “Who’s excited for the play tonight!”

“Whoopee.” Mako grumbled, resisting the urge to slam his face into the table. --- “What the fuck is that costume!?” Mako cried, staring at a smiling Bolin pictured on the front of the program.

“Mako!” Asami scolded. “It’s starting.”

Right. Think before you speak Mako. Not everything that comes to your mind is socially acceptable to say out loud, don’t- Shut UP.

The lights faded and a horribly composed piano piece began playing. Mako was about 90% sure that someone was backstage letting a cat walk across the keys. Bolin waltzed out on stage followed by Korra’s gigantic polarbear dog, Naga, that she’d apparently volunteered for the play. Mako was pretty sure she was getting extra credit in Chemistry for doing it. And- oh.

Mako snapped his head over to look at Korra and Asami, the former of which was holding back laughter to the point of tears while the latter slapped her hands over her mouth, horrified.

“What the hell is he wearing? It’s even worse than the one in the picture!” Mako hissed. “Is that even allowed?!”

“Raiko’s gonna have a fit!” Korra wheezed, earning several glares from the surrounding audience.

“Isn’t this set in the South pole?” Asami asked.

Korra nodded. “Oh yeah he’d totally be dead from frost bite.”

“My brother is a moron.”

“Who was in charge of the costumes?” Asami whispered.

Korra giggled. “Probably Eska.”

Mako raised an eyebrow. “Your insane cousin?”

“That’s the one.”

10 minutes later, Korra leaned over and whispered to Mako, “If it makes you feel any better, I’m pretty sure this is satire. Remember that mover from last year that was supposedly based on Southern Water Tribe culture, but was just a whole mess of cultural appropriation?”

“The one from that weird Earth Kingdom director that dressed everyone like… well like how Bolin’s dressed, and only cast two people actually from the Southern Water Tribe?”

“Yea, I think they’re kinda mocking that. Varrick’s from the Southern Water Tribe, so it’d make sense.”

“That does explain why Bolin keeps ‘accidentally’ referring to everyone as Earth Kingdom citizens.”

“And why he’s dressed like that.”

“That too.”

“Although that might also be to distract from the terrible dialogue.”

“Distract- Korra! Please don’t make me think that everyone in here is ogling my brother.”

Korra shrugged and Asami swatted her on the arm, shushing them both.

“Spirits! Mako, Asami!” Korra whisper-shouted, breaking the silence that’d lasted all of 45 seconds. “That’s the kid that kept hitting on me a few years ago.”

“Who?” Mako turned to her, brows furrowed. “There’s like 5 people up there.”

“Wu. He transferred here the year after you and Korra came.” Asami explained.

“Yea ok, but-”

“He’s the spindly kid who looks like a 12 year old next to Bolin.”

“Korra!”

“Am I wrong? And besides, he was a jerk to me when we were 14, I’ll call him scrawny as much as I please.”

Wu. Huh, he’s kinda cute. Mako’s thoughts dared to say. Wait, what?! No he’s not! I mean, I’m straight!

“I think he’s gotten better.” Asami said, but she didn’t quite sound like she believed herself. “He hasn’t hit on me since a couple years ago.”

“It’s probably internalized homophobia.” What the fuck Mako, learn to shut up dammit.

Asami’s eyebrows shot up and she grinned all too knowingly. Korra just about broke her neck swiveling to face Mako. “Probably what?”

“In-internalized homophobia.” Mako stuttered. SHUT UP! “Y’know the whole, hitting on every girl in sight to seem like, super straight?”

“What would you know about that Mr. Heterosexual?” Korra replied.

“Nothing!” Thank the spirits it’s too dark for them to see your face, you probably look like a tomato-carrot!

“Korra,” Asami scolded, skillfully fighting back a laugh of her own.

Mako shoved his face into his scarf and muttered a slew of profanities that’d make Lin proud. A few minutes passed before he looked up, thankfully finding both Korra and Asami focused on the play. He could get through this. Only an hour to go, plus intermission. He was gonna kill Bolin after this. --- “Mako!” Bolin cried, bounding up to Mako, thankfully dressed in his normal clothes again. He threw his arm around his older brother and grinned. “How excited are you to meet everyone.”

“Oh, so excited, ” Mako deadpanned.

Bolin stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. “Mako buddy, don’t be so grumpy! You’re gonna love everyone.” He smiled earnestly and ran out to the car, waving to about 5 people along the way.

Waving. Mako knew that his brother had more friends than him, it’d always been like that. Bolin was the friendly one, the funny one. But it was still surreal seeing him close to people Mako had never spoken to. Everyone liked Bolin.

“Mako! Earth to Mako!”

Mako shook himself from his reverie and started the car with a sigh. “We’re leaving at 10 on the dot.”

“Awww, Mako!” Bolin whined, turning his polarbear dog eyes on Mako. “C’mon! That’s only two hours!”

“It’s two hours too many.”

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I really hope you like chapter 1! I’m always open to feedback :)))

@chi-blocker-ty-lee @linbeifuckmeup

chapter 2

#I did it :D #updates will be very irregular #just a warning #lok #tlok #legend of korra #avatar legend of korra #mako #korra #asami #bolin #wu #prince wu #wuko fanfic #wuko fic #tlok fic #mako’s journey in learning to love theater kids #willow writes

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