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The Yapping Hour Is Upon Us - Part 3
In which you and Max spend the next six months just being obsessed with each other.
Warnings: A little angst, but not 'break up with you' angst, just 'i really fucking miss you' angst so it's okay. And fluff. Tooth achingly sweet fluff. Pairing: Max Verstappen x Podcaster!Reader Word Count: 4.4k plus a shit ton of social media posts. - The Yapping Hour is Upon Us - The Yapping Hour is Upon Us - Part 2 - Master List
(a/n before we begin: Probably one more part to this. Thinking of doing an 'after Max gets you back to the hotel post-race' part to wrap things up nicely if anyone wants to see that.)
Monaco May 2024
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34,028 likes F1GossipOfficial Seems as if our favorite Red Bull driver and sunny little podcaster are getting closer! The pair was spotted around Monaco this week ahead of the Monaco Grand Prix. The pair have been seen publicly a handful of times since Max made an appearance on her podcast The Yapping Hour in late April, most notably at the Miami Grand Prix at the beginning of the month and then the week later in New York City where she is based. Everyone who sent in photos said the pair were super cozy and seemed lost in their own world. user0299 she's only with him for the clout and money. Her little podcast was dying out and she latched onto Max like a leech. >>>user5572 go touch some grass my man. Her podcast is consistently the number 1 listened to show on all platforms all the fucking time. user9938 they are so cute, i can't handle it user4530 I saw them at dinner the other night and oh my GOD. They sat on the same side of the table even though it was just the two of them. He held her hand underneath the table all through dinner and I don't think either of them stopped smiling or looked anywhere else but at each other the entire night. >>>user39948 they are so fucking perfect oml

Canada June 2024 yourpersonalinsta posted



493,928 likes liked by maxverstappen1, landonorris, totowolff, and others yourpersonalinsta Over the moon to have been able to be with you for this win in Canada, Maxie. user299 MAXIE?! I have no one to talk to about this redbullracing our good luck charm strikes again! >>>user456 Red Bull calling her theirs??? Love this for her. maxverstsppen1 thank you for always being in my corner liefje ❤️ >>>user394 how am i supposed to be normal after reading this??? user8827 Not Toto in the likes trying to get on her good side so Max signs with Merc in 2026 >>>user778 HAHA can you imagine??

Amalfi Coast August 2024
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987,409 likes liked by yourpersonalinsta, redbullracing, yourdad and others maxverstappen1 summer break with this gorgeous girl user458 they are my royal couple yourpersonalinsta wishing we were back on that boat rn instead of on different continents :( >>>maxverstappen1 just a few more weeks until Singapore, schatje. >>>user4938 this is my roman empire >>>user024 mom and dad are sad so i am sad too

October 2024 Austin, Texas
You hadn't seen Max in over three weeks. Three very, very, very long weeks. And not to be dramatic or anything but you felt like you might actually pass away if the Uber that was currently picking it's way through very heavy Austin traffic drove any slower.
While the sleek Mercedes SUV waited at a red light, your gaze drifted away from the navigation system showing the the heavy traffic all around you towards the busy city streets around you. Whoever had decided to schedule an Eminem concert, a huge college rivalry football game, and a Formula 1 race all in the same city on the same weekend should have their head examined.
Fixated on the crowd on the sidewalk outside, you mull over the last six months of your life. It has certainly been a whirlwind, that was for sure. If someone had told you back in the beginning of May that you'd be on your way to your sixth Grand Prix of the year to watch your boyfriend race in Formula 1, you would have laughed in their faces. Because really, when you sat back and considered it, the fact that you had gone from being a fan of the sport and interviewing Max on a professional level to dating him in under six months was absolutely wild.
While you attended races whenever you could, you found yourself more often than not called to the other side of the world to attend to your flourishing career. In the last six months you had ping ponged around the globe, bouncing between weekends with Max and over scheduled weeks filled with work, interviews, and meetings. Some days you just wished that things were simpler and you could just dedicate yourself to following Max around from city to city but you knew that Susan B Anthony would roll over in her grave if you gave up everything for a man so quickly, even a man as amazing as Max Verstappen.
You brush aside the thought of leaving your work because in the end, all that is is a simple fantasy brought on by you missing the man that has become the center of your universe lately.
After attending the Singapore GP with Max, you had spent a few extra days with him in Asia before needing to fly home. While Max did have nearly an entire month break from racing, he couldn't follow you to New York like he had intended. After coming back from the summer break, Max's luck had started to slip and the car had deteriorated. He hadn't won a race in months, the car was an absolute tractor, and Lando was gaining on him in the Championship. He had needed to spend every extra moment he had in the sims and with the engineering team trying to salvage the season.
While Max had been in Europe, you had been in the US recording episodes with Heidi Klum, Wayne Gretzky, and finally Kylie Kelce. Heidi had been in LA, Wayne in Florida, and Kylie in Philly so you had spent most of the last three weeks on the road. As the SUV inched closer to the COTA track, you realized you couldn't remember the last time you'd set foot in your apartment.
Exhaustion seeps into your bones as the realization washes over you. You loved the life you lived, wouldn't trade it for the world but sometimes, in these quiet moments you wished for a break, a chance to go home, wherever that even was now, and just rest.
Your phone buzzing beside you pulls you back to the present. Ysou struggle to shake off the mind numbing melancholy that's settled over you like a thick woolen blanket before answering the call. "Hi baby." You sigh, knowing who it is without even looking at the caller ID.
"What's wrong?" Max's voice is sharp on the other end, effortlessly reading your tone.
You shake your head, chest tightening with anxiety. "Just..." You search for the right words. "tired is all. I just realized I can't even remember the last time I spent a night in my own bed."
"Oh, schatje." Max sighs, knowing how grueling this schedule is as he lives it as well. "Do you want me to have the jet take you home? It's at the airfield still."
Tears collect in your eyes as your chest squeezes painfully. "No, I just want to see you." You whisper, afraid if you raise your voice you'll start to cry.
"How far are you from the track?"
You pop your head around the SUV's headrest to check the nav system. "Not long. Five minutes. I can see the giant observation tower from here."
"Have the Uber bring you right to the paddock gates. I have a car here and a few hours before any media duties. I'll take you back to the hotel myself and we can take a nap together, okay?"
Your entire body sags with relief at his words. If there was one thing that Max was good at, it was taking care of you. He didn't hem and haw or waver on a plan of action. He saw what you needed and made sure that you were taken care of. The way the burden of everything that you had silently carried for years shifted towards Max the moment you landed in Miami all those months ago was something that would shock you for years to come.
"Okay." You whisper, swiping at a single tear that managed to escape.
You have a few moments to collect yourself before the Uber stops at the entrance to the paddock. From your seat in the back, you spot a familiar blonde head that belonged to your Dutch boyfriend waiting for you. You're suddenly simultaneously bursting with excitement and beside yourself with grief as the anxiety that has gnawed at you over the last 24 hours fully consumes you at the mere sight of Max.
Max has you out of the car and into his arms before you can barely catch your breath. The moment you inhale that uniquely Max scent something inside you shifts and becomes crystal clear. You didn't need Max to have his jet take you home because you already were home. It sounded cliche in your head and it probably was, but you knew there was some truth to it: somewhere over the last six months your home had shifted away from your apartment in New York to wherever Max was.
Max tightens his grip around your waist, settling his chin on your head while you stay buried deep in his neck, you realize that home isn't a place any longer. Home is a person now and Max is that person. You don't have to go home to New York to rest, you just have to be in Max's presence. With him, you are utterly and completely safe and secure. For someone who spends 99% of her time 'on' and performing, being able to come home to Max and just switch it all off, allowing him to lead and take over, is the most powerful form of rest you could have ever dreamt of.
Max nods at the driver as he unloads your luggage, arms still locked tight around you. He can feel you melt into him, like you've been waiting for this moment since the last time you saw him. He knows that for him at least, this is true. Everything else in his life is completley falling apart. The car sucks, they had to ditch the special livery for this weekend becuase the fucking paint had the potential to make the car too heavy and slow. Lando has been on a tear lately, that McLaren a complete rocket ship and the only reason Lando hasn't overtaken him in the championship is thanks to some spectacularly shitty calls from the McLaren pit wall.
The only bright spot in Max's day is you. Your voice, your touch, your face. Any bit of you he gets on a daily basis is what keeps him going right now. As he had stood on the curb just moments before, desperately and not so patiently waiting while watching the black Mercedes SUV creep down the street towards him, it had felt like cruel and unusual punishment after being apart from you for so long.
And now? Now you were back in his arms and he drew in the longest breath he could, taking in the scent of your perfume and laundry soap that he had missed so keenly while he'd been working, and he simply couldn't get enough.
Max pulls away slightly, so he can see your pretty face but what he sees in your eyes nearly breaks him. Pain and longing hang heavy in your eyes and there is nothing Max wouldn't do to make all of that go away for you. Fingers tip your chin up towards him so he can finally get his lips on yours, a soft sigh escaping your mouth when he makes that first contact.
You swear it's like a cool drink of water in the middle of a humid heatwave in July, the way Max kisses you with such relief and passion and affection. Like he's trying to tell you through his kiss how much he adores you, how much he's missed you, how much he craves you.
"I love you." Are the first words he says to you and your breath catches in your throat. It isn't the first time he's said those words, Max had said them first all those months back when he brought you home to Monaco. It had been quick, probably too quick by the world's standards, but it just clicked between the two of you and the words had tumbled out of Max like it was the most natural thing in the world. The reason the words had your breath catching in your chest was because of the ferocity behind them, like he could tell how bone tired you were from all the travel over the last few months and he was desperate to remind you why you were doing all of this. Why the two of you were doing all of this together and apart. It was for moments like this, moments where you were attached to each other in the middle of the busy paddock parking lot like no one else existed.
"I love you too, Max." You whisper, dusting your lips over the stubble that was scattered over his jaw. "Can we go take a nap now? I'm so tired."
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348,209 likes liked by kyliekelce, maxverstappen1, assistantshannon, and others yourpersonalinsta home is wherever you are (tagged: maxverstappen1) user098 mad max is no more, there is only soft cuddly boyfie max user0399 this is the cutest thing i've ever seen user000 god i am so single maxverstappen1 love you baby >>>danielricciardo SIMP >>>maxverstappen1 absolutely >>>user9938 it kills me that he is loves her so boldly and loudly. girl hit the mfing jackpot. (liked by author)

It's not your alarm that fully wakes you up on Friday morning. It isn't Max's either. But as you try to untangle your limbs from Max's and search for the source of the ringing, you can't help but curse whoever is interrupting the slow sleepy cuddles that had been progressing into something more heated for the past 20 minutes.
You nearly spit you're so mad when you see the caller ID.
"John." You growl, sitting up in bed as Max settles himself back against the mountain of pillows beside you. "It is 8 in the morning on a Friday the day after I saw my boyfriend for the first time in over three weeks. I swear on all things good and holy, this had better be good."
John, to his credit, didn't even scoff at the threat. He'd been your business manager for going on four years now and was used to your early morning attitudes.
"She said yes."
You sit up, back going ramrod straight as the three words clang through you. "What?" You hiss.
Beside you, Max struggles to sit up too, alarm coursing through him at the panic in your voice.
"Tree just called me five minutes ago. Said that Kylie had sent her the episode and wouldn't stop gushing about how amazing you were and how you were the perfect person to do this interview on the end of the tour and everything. Tree said Taylor watched your episode with Michelle and Queen Maxima too, said they were the best interviews she's ever seen. Everything is a go."
Your entire world tilts as what John is telling you fully sinks in. "Taylor Swift's agreed to come on the show?" You voice is weak, heavy under the weight of the news John is telling you. Your hands tremble at the thought of what this means for you. For your career.
Beside you, Max sucks in a breath at your sentence, fully aware of how big of a moment this is for you. Pride soars through him as he watches literal sunshine dance across your face, your smile as bright as the Texas morning light. "Schatje." He whispers, pulling your free hand towards his lips. Your eyes dart over to him and you grin at him, kicking your feet a little, completely unable to hide your excitement.
"She also said yes to your suggestion of a behind the scenes vlog on your channel ahead of the release of the episode. Thought the idea was marketing gold. You've got full access to everything for the entire week."
Before you had landed Kylie Kelce on the show, you and John had made a silly, pie in the sky request to Tree Paine not even thinking that it would go anywhere. When Kylie had agreed to do an episode, a request that had actually been made to her people months before John had contacted Tree, the idea of maybe, just maybe you might be able to land Taylor after had grown a bit. You hadn't told anyone of the request, not even Max, because you didn't want to be embarrassed if it didn't work out.
"There's only one problem." Your heart stops and you grip at Max's hand for support. You knew there had to be a catch. "They want you in Toronto by Sunday."
"Wh-what?" Your stomach plummets through the floor. You had just gotten to Austin last night and now you were going to have to leave again? You were supposed to spend the entire triple header with Max. Three weeks of solid time with him had been the only thing getting you through the previous three week separation. You two had even planned to go visit your parents in Michigan between Austin and Mexico later next week.
"The first concert is Monday and Tree wants you to get as much content as you can and has asked you be there at 9am Monday morning."
You head spins. "Oh-okay." There's a giant Max shaped hole in your heart at what you have to agree to, simply exhausted by the fact that you're going to have to pick up and leave again so soon. "Okay. We'll figure it out."
"Do you want me to have Shannon make flight arrangements?"
You glance over at Max, who senses your apprehension. "Let me talk through it with Max and see what we can figure out. I'll call you in a few hours, okay?"
"Sounds good. Congratulations, kiddo. This is huge."
You smile despite yourself, excitement and anxiety winding their way through your chest making it a little hard to breathe. "Bye John."
You gently place your phone back on the bedside table before turning to Max, bracing yourself for the good and bad news you have to deliver.
"The beginning of that call looked phenomenal but now you look like you're going to be sick." Max observes, pulling you into his lap.
You shudder against when his lips graze your neck, dropping a kiss to his forehead. "Taylor Swift agreed to come on the show and to let me do a weeks worth of behind the scenes of her Toronto shows."
"Baby, that is amazing. This is going to be huge for you and the show!"
You nod, a bit dazed by all of this information you have to process. "But they want me there by Sunday night so I can start first thing Monday." Sadness edges into your voice, the dread of having to leave Max again begins to sink in fully.
"When should Greg have the jet ready to take off then? You'll probably want to leave before the end of the race to beat traffic, yeah? Although I suppose we could find you a helicopter to take you from the track to the airport."
You stare at Max like he's grown three heads. His voice is so nonchalant despite him suggesting he rent you a helicopter that all you can do is blink at him for a few moments. "Just...just like that? You're on board with it? You're not upset?"
Max scoffs, pulling you closer so he can rest his head on your shoulder. His arms go tighter around your waist as he gives you a kiss on the cheek. "Why would I be upset? I'll do anything I can to help you live out this dream, schatje. You know that. This is the biggest thing to happen to your career since you had F1 racing legend Max Verstappen as a guest."
The giggle that tumbles out of you has the tension in the room popping like a soap bubble. "You're ridiculous."
"And yet, you're still here." Max finds your lips then, the kiss full of reassurance and confidence. Of course he was disappointed you were going to be leaving in 2 days and he wasn't sure when you'd be back with him but this opportunity was too good to miss. "I'd never forgive myself if you missed spending a week doing what you love with one of your favorite artists because of me. Of course I'll miss you but you need to do this. So tell me, when should I have the jet ready to get you to Toronto?"

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story replies: user8882 ARE YOU THERE FOR ERAS TOUR??? user029 what are you up to ma'am??? user837 wait. first kylie's on the show and now you're in Toronto the same week as Taylor. ARE WE GETTING A TAYLOR EPISODE OH MY GOD.
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876,029 likes liked by maxverstappen1, taylorswift, alexandrasaintmleux, and others theyappinghour Toronto, you were stunning! Can anyone guess who our next guest on the show is going to be??? Behind the scenes vlog dropping next week ahead of a very very special two part episode set to drop later this month. user928 oh my god, everyone stay calm, it's happening. user020 IS THIS FOR REAL??? I will never recover maxverstappen1 so proud of you my love >>>yourpersonalinsta couldn't do it without you, maxie >>>user928 if there's one thing Max is going to be, it's the first one in the likes and comments on anything his girl does. (liked by yourpersonalinsta) >>>user0298 may this kind of love find me one day
Excerpt from Episode 59 of The Yapping Hour featuring Taylor Swift:
You: Speaking of what you do in your down time, can we talk about how supportive you are of your boyfriend and show up for him despite the Brad's and Chad's hating every second of it?
Taylor: It's so silly to me, how much everyone hates it. When I show up at the game, I'm just like every other significant other. I'm not there to take the spotlight away from anyone, I just want to watch my man play!
You: Oh my God, I totally get it. It's so strange to me the way some fans can't handle someone like you who has a whole other identity outside of who you're dating, showing up to support the person you love.
Taylor: It's like, relax! I'm just here to watch my boyfriend catch a ball!
You: Right? Just let me enjoy watching 20 cars drive around in circles in peace please!
Taylor: You two are so cute though. Trav was watching the race in Monaco a few months back, right after he invested in Alpine, and there was that one shot of you and Max after the end of the race in his garage and you were giving him a hug. I love how loudly you love him and how public he is about you. It's refreshing.
You: Oh gosh, thank you. Yes, he is so supportive of everything I do, just like Travis is. It's such a comfort, isn't it? *Taylor nods* He actually stayed in Austin an extra day so I could use his jet to come up here.
Taylor: Trav was supposed to go to that race but got caught up in training stuff. It looked like so much fun.
You: Have you ever been to a race? Either of you?
Taylor: I haven't but Travis went to the Las Vegas race last year. Said it was the one of the biggest parties he'd ever been to.
You: You'll have to come this year then! It's in a few weeks!
Taylor: I'll talk to Trav and see if we can make it happen.
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1,039,928 likes liked by maxverstappen1, taylorswift, kikagomes, and others theyappinghour What an absolute whirlwind of a week and a half. Spending time with your favorite artist, seeing her in her element, and then spending a few hours talking about everything from what it's like to live such a public life to how important it is to have a supportive significant other. I simply can't wait to share the behind the scenes vlog dropping at the end of this week and then the episode later this month. Taylor, you are a dream of a human being and we are so happy to have had this opportunity. Can't wait to see you and Travis at a race! taylorswift You are such a sweetheart! So glad we got to spend time together this past week! Can't wait to hear the episode my love! kikagomes how does it feel to live my dreammmm bestie??? >>>yourpersonalinsta kiks omg i will never recover from this!! maxverstappen1 Proud of you, as always lifeje. >>>yourpersonalinsta can't wait to see you so so so soon baby

"And he doesn't expect a thing?" You glance up at the ticket counter where the airline employee has begun to call first class. You stand, phone still pressed to your ear, pulling your carry on behind you.
"Nope!" On the other end, Max's PR manager Sophie giggles conspiratorially. "He was just complaining to GP ten minutes ago how he couldn't believe they didn't have more flights from Sao Paulo to Paris. He said he was considering upgrading his jet to one with longer range so he could fly private next time."
You roll your eyes but chuckle. If you were a drama queen, your boyfriend could be the drama king to match sometimes. Although you didn't blame him to be quite honest. After leaving Austin mid way through the race, you had missed the Mexico race entirely. The plan had been for you to fly down to Brazil for the Sao Paulo race but editing and press had taken much longer than you had anticipated so now it was Saturday night and you were boarding a 9 hour flight from New York to the South American country.
Only, Max didn't know that. Max thought you were getting on a flight to Nice via Paris before driving to Monaco where he'd meet you sometime late Monday night or early Tuesday morning. Joke was on him though, you had finished everything up and had called Sophie for help to get you down to Brazil just in time for Sunday's race.
"He's such a baby." You murmur as the flight attendant leads you to your seat.
"He is beside himself missing you." Sophie says and you can hear the smile in her voice. "Just make sure I'm around when he sees you for the firs time, okay? He's going to lose it."
Laughing, you hoist your suitcase into the overhead bin before settling down in the luxurious lie flat seat that will be your bed for the next nine hours. If everything goes right, you'll land in Brazil just as the postponed qualifying is finishing up and will be able to watch the entire race in person.
"Thank you for helping coordinate this, Soph. I really appreciate it."
"Anything to get Max out of this slump he's in!" She replies brightly.
A few minutes later, you hang up the phone and type out a quick text letting Max know you're boarding the flight. Luckily, the flight from New York to Paris is roughly the same time as the flight to Sao Paulo so he doesn't bat an eye when you tell him you'll be unreachable, only telling you that the doorman to his building is expecting you and to make yourself at home in his apartment in Monaco when you get there before he does.
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It is absolutely raining cats and dogs when the car Sophie hired pulls into the track after what feels like a lifetime of travel. Right after they served dinner on your flight, you took a sleeping pill and passed out for the duration of the flight, only waking up once the pilot turned on the overhead lights, signaling your arrival.
A quick text to Sophie alerts her to your arrival and she says she'll come and meet you outside the paddock with an extra umbrella. The driver that picked you up from the airport will take your luggage to the hotel where Max and the team are staying. When the car stops in front of the paddock gates, you spot Sophie immediately.
"Soph!!" You shout the moment you stumble out of the car, limbs a little stiff from the long car ride. Sao Paulo traffic is a beast in the best of weather but in a downpour like this? Nightmarish.
Sophie opens her arms to embrace you, "Oh I am so glad you're here. He is an absolute nightmare right now."
You grimace, knowing exactly why. He'd be starting P17 in a few hours. Between the team having got caught behind a red flag during Q2 and his 5 place grid penalty, it was a nightmare scenario for Max. All of this was compounded by Lando's win in the sprint yesterday and the fact that he was starting on pole today.
"Alright then, lets go. Maybe I can talk him down off a ledge before the race starts."
Sophie grins because she knows you'll be able to do just that. If there was anyone who could calm Mad Max down and bring him back to earth after the kind of morning the team had had today, it was you.
As you weave your way through the crowded paddock, the heavy rain simply not a deterrent to anyone at the track today, Max is in the garage considering the merits of scratching his eyeballs out so that he doesn't have to run this fucking race today. Everything is wrong. The car is terrible. Still. The FIA seemed to have a hard on for fucking up his weekend. Lando was on poll. And worst of all, he really fucking missed you. There was still several days between him and being reunited with you but if he could have just walked right out of the paddock and onto a plane to get to wherever you were in that moment, he would have. The only thing that seemed to settle him during these times lately was your steady presence in the garage. He didn't even need you to say anything, just knowing that you were around, within arms length if he needed you, did something to calm him like nothing else could.
He's talking to GP, actually, he's grumbling at GP when a familiar flash of hair and bright smile catches his eyes. Perfect, he thinks miserably, now I'm imagining her in the garage. I've gone full unhinged obsessed boyfriend, haven't I?
Imagine his shock when he actually hears your voice. "Max." You call out softly, hands clasped in front of you as you wait at the edge of the garage beside Sophie.
Max simply blinks a few times, as if he's trying to figure out if he's hallucinating or if you're really standing in front of him. His heart hammers in his chest when everything finally clicks into place. GP doesn't even bat an eye when Max walks away from him, mid sentence, before crossing the garage in a few short strides.
Max isn't usually one for intense public displays of affection, especailly in the garage and neither are you. There's a level of professionalism he likes to maintain while racing and you have always respected that but when Max sees you standing in front of him, practically drowning in one of his sweatshirts, hair wet and messy from walking through the paddock in the rain, he can't stop himself from scooping you up in his arms. Burying his head in your neck, he inhales deeply. So deeply that his lungs pinch with pain from the way he's trying to commit the way you smell to memory.
"You're here." He murmurs, voice thick and heavy with emotion. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going to meet me in Monaco?"
Max sets you down, not really wanting you out of his arms but wanting to move you to a quieter part of the garage. Behind you, Sophie, GP and the rest of the team discreetly shuffle away to give you two a bit of privacy.
"I knew how hard the last two races were for you and I just..." Pausing, you have to wait for a moment for your hands to stop shaking. You've been running on sheer adrenaline and caffeine for what feels like the last three weeks now and the emotion of the moment catches up to you. "I just wanted to be here for you."
Max lowers his lips to yours, covering them in a kiss that is all longing and white hot heat. He keeps the kiss just this side of tame enough for the garage, not wanting to draw the ire of Christian but he had needed to taste you then. His hand comes up to cup your face while the other slips around your waist, pulling you in closer to his body. He's slightly damp from how wet it's been this morning but none of that matters now that you're back in his arms.
"I missed you so much." He murmurs, blue eyes practially sparkling down at you, he's so happy. It's been weeks since he's felt like this. Settled. Like he can take on the world. For the first time in what feels like forever, Max has a sense of determination that wraps itself around him. Like the championship isn't all but lost to Lando. Like the car isn't going to be terrible today, even though he might not even finish in the points. Like everything he's gone through the past few months on the track is all about to end because you're finally here and if anyone can bring the team luck, it's you.
"I love you." You whisper into his chest. "Now, let's go show the world why you're about to become a 4 time world champion, yeah?"
And that's exactly what he does.
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938,398 likes liked by redbullracing, taylorswift, yourdad and others yourpersonalinsta we are SO back, baby!!! What started out as a nightmare of a day turned into a generational drive for the history books. P17 to P1 and I cannot believe I was there to witness it. Max, I am proud of you beyond words. You and the entire team deserve this win today. I love you to the moon and back, Maxie. (tagged: maxverstappen1) taylorswift what a race! Trav and I caught most of it before the game today. Congratulations!!! >>>yourpersonalinsta hope to see you in Vegas in a couple of weeks! >>>user928 oh my god, new bestie duo unlocked!? maxverstappen1 words fail to describe how much I love you baby. Thank you for always being in my corner and never giving up on me, even when I want to give up on myself. Love you to the ends of time, schatje >>>user928 i am SOBBING. Boyfriend Max is my favorite Max.
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Underground Railroad: Pathways to Freedom
The Underground Railroad was a decentralized network of White abolitionists, free Blacks, former slaves, Mexicans, Native Americans, and others opposing slavery in the United States who established secret routes and havens to help slaves escape bondage. The system operated between circa 1780 and 1865, when slavery was abolished by the 13th Amendment.
The Underground Railroad was neither underground nor a railroad, and the origin of the name is debated. It is generally understood to have first appeared in a newspaper article in 1839. The term was defined and explained by the African American abolitionist William M. Mitchell (circa 1826 to circa 1879) in his work, The Underground Railroad from Slavery to Freedom (1860):
A slave, in the State of Kentucky, came to the conclusion that he was not a mere thing, as the law termed him, but a man with immortal destinies in common with other men…He accordingly eloped, and his master followed in hot pursuit to the Ohio River, which divides the slave from the free States; here he lost track of his escaped chattel…Being disappointed, and the loser of a thousand dollars, and having no object on which to vent his dirty spleen, he turned upon the poor Abolitionists, and said, "The d-d Abolitionists must have a railroad under the ground by which they run off niggers." The significant term "underground" emanated from this circumstance…And the means by which the slaves still disappear, like the one just alluded to, beyond the probability of recovery, so suddenly, and with such rapid progress, we very appropriately call a railroad! This is the derivation of the term "Underground Railroad."
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Although the Underground Railroad is commonly understood as running from the slave states in the south to the free states in the north and Canada, it also ran south to Spanish Florida and Mexico and west into so-called Indian Territory. Slaves also fled by sea to islands in the Caribbean. The routes north are the best known, owing primarily to the work of the railroad's most famous conductor, Harriet Tubman (circa 1822-1913), the "Father of the Underground Railroad", William Still (1819-1902), and the great abolitionist Frederick Douglass (1818-1895) who operated a 'station' on the railroad.
The number of slaves who used the 'railroad' to escape bondage is unknown, but estimates - based on arrivals documented in Canada, abolitionist records, William Still's The Underground Railroad Records (1872), and similar documents – place the number at around 500,000 by 1865. This number is all the more impressive when one considers the risks taken by all those who participated in refusing to obey unjust laws – such as the Fugitive Slave Act of 1850 – in placing themselves and their families in danger for the sake of others they did not know and, in most cases, would never see again.
Slavery in Colonial America & the USA
Although slavery in colonial America is usually dated to 1619 – when around 20 enslaved Africans arrived at the Jamestown colony of Virginia – these people, though en route to being sold as slaves, were traded to Governor Yeardley (1587-1627) for provisions and were regarded as indentured servants, working for 4-7 years before they were granted their freedom and land. One of these, Anthony Johnson, later had a slave of his own.
The first slaves in colonial America were Native Americans following the Pequot War (1636-1638) when Pequots were sold into slavery in Bermuda, the West Indies, or to farmers in the colony of Massachusetts. Institutionalized chattel slavery of Africans did not begin until 1640 at the Jamestown Colony and was fully institutionalized by the 1660s. By 1700, all of the 13 colonies held slaves, mainly Africans, and the only objection to this practice on record comes from the Quakers of Pennsylvania in 1688, who condemned slavery as immoral and anti-Christian. Quakers would later make up the majority of those who served on the Underground Railroad's northern routes.
Following the American Revolution, the slave trade continued and, in fact, increased as more land was taken from the Native peoples of North America and more free labor was required to work it. There had been slave rebellions prior to the birth of the United States – notably the Stono Rebellion of 1739 – and others afterwards including Gabriel's Rebellion (1800), the 1811 German Coast Uprising, Denmark Vesey's Conspiracy (1822), and Nat Turner's Rebellion (1831), but, usually, slaves chose to escape bondage on their own or in small groups and, in this, they were sometimes – though not always – assisted by the Underground Railroad.
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The comic Randal's Friends, abbreviated to Ranfren, had history beginning around the year 2011AD.
The comics depict the random and everyday life of randal and his friends he meets.
Genre : slice of life, dark comedy, alternative, body horror, shojo, nihilism, canadian, occult
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Ranfren is a comic book series created by captainhowdie.
Its purpose is about a young man who along with his brother and also with his pets who are cat-men and other friends in their home in the mysterious depths of Great Canada, where any event can happen.
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✩ Creator penname and Web Master:
captainhowdie (other pennames are monte, donkey).
✩ Known as a home-grown human.
✩ Doesn't know what blood type they are
✩ Favourite Colour: Black
✩ "captainhowdie" is one of the names of an entity from the book and movie
✩ The Exorcist. It was used because couldn't think of anything else,
and needed a name. A name that is not a true name. So it worked.
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# Born: December 2, 1990
# Nationality: Canadian
# Occupation: Webcomic artist
# They were an illegal immigrant as a child.
# They don't like raisins.
# They used to have crush on a cartoon coconut when they were a little kid.
# They have no preferred pronouns.
# They once hissed at a car.
# Their favorite horror movie is The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
# They have never had a dog.
# They wanted to be an actor, artist, or mime when they were younger.
# Their favorite Legend of Zelda game is Majora's Mask.
# They possibly have alien hands syndrome.
# They went to a bronycon back in 2015.
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Events to go to in your DR
Intro/Master post
1. The Grande Bataille, Bicolline, Canada Bicolline is a medival inspired town in Quebec that hosts LARP events with the Grande Bataille being the last or the year, the biggest and lasts for a week
2. Wasteland Weekend, LA, USA Another LARP event. This LARP is 18+ post apocolyptic with a mad max vibe in the Mojave Desert
3. Shrekfest, USA Enough Said. You will have to shift before 2024 since it ended ;-;
4. The Royal Caribbean 9-month cruise (2023) Do it for the meme. Or to just vibe. Enjoy the chaos though
5. Punkin Chunkin World Championship, USA 75 teams make homemade catapults to see who can chuck their pumpkin the furthest
6. Rubber Duck Race, Germany Again the name explains everything. Tübingen has the biggest Rubber Duck Race in Germany
7. Up Helly Aa, Scotland Up Helly Aa is a type of fire festival that happens in various places in Shetland to mark the end of the Yule season
8. Cairns Indigenous Art Fair, Australia A festival showing off the art and culture of the Gimuy Walubarra Yidinji People
9. Parkes Elvis Festival, Australia Again, enough said
10. Yi Peng Lantern Festival, Thailand A traditional festival celebrated in Chiang Mai and normally takes place on a full moon around November or December. The lanterns symbolise good luck and blessings
11. AgitÁgueda Art Festival, Portugal An art, music and cultrual festival held in Águeda and alos has the Umbrella Sky Project with over 3000 umbrellas covering the four of the main streets
12. World Bog Snorkelling Championships, Wales It's been too long without something chaotic. Its what it says on the package
13. Golden Retriever Festival, Scotland Its dogs, what more of a blurb do you want?
14. The International Highline Meeting Festival, Italy I have no words, I choose life
15. North Carolina Merfest Mermaid And Merman Festival, America Cus i'm no ordinary girrrrrrrrrrl, i'm from the deep blue underworrrrrld
#shifting antis dni#reality shifting#shiftblr#shifters#shifting blog#shifting realities#reality shifter#shifting community#dr#shiftingrealities#shifting scenarios#shifting script
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1. Ian Ward pre Roxanne Slapper. Ian grew up within a skinhead family for over 30 years.
2. In 2012 Ian tried out ownership for the first time and aquired his good work colleague Master Clive To eventually fully own him in 2017. He then became Oggie Davidson and was transformed into a dirty leather biker by Master Clive and was forced to grow a full beard.
3. Things Changed For The Worse for Oggie Davidson in early 2023. Master Clives Illness meant he could not longer own Oggie and went to live and retire out in Spain.
3. In steps Me Master Bradley. Oggies contract with Master Clive is now transferred over to me. I Now fully own Oggie and now fully control his life. I was beaten up quite badly by a gang of skinheads nearly 20 years ago and oggie having been a skinhead was going to pay big time. Within a week of ownership I transform oggie into a female, but not just any female

4 Let Me Introduce you to Roxanne Slapper or Slapper as she is called by everyone who knows her. Seen pictured here wearing a Diaper as she did everyday for about 4 months and in public as a severe punishment for going against me her Master. Slapper has no family left now to rely on here in the UK as they've all passed except 1 sister living in Canada. Having No job either and claiming benefits, I wanted Slapper to live upto her name so I gave her a job as she is still 14 months on today as a sex working prostitute, for which she relies on to earn her living.
5 Slapper with big lips fillers. This was initially another punishment, but I decided I love her with big fat slug on lips and got her to get more injections to the size they are now to give her lips that will enhance the Blow jobs she gives with those big Cock sucking lips. They've been a massive hit with her clients.

6. Slapper looking for business at the local golf club
7 Slapper on the streets doing what sex workers do to attract clients
8 Slapper in Birmingham away from home where she spent a month with other prostitutes in the red light district
9 Slappers job giving blow jobs to lucky punters. (picture is not Slapper)
10 Slapper at it again close to home
11 Again Slappers 1st training session starting out as a sex worker and got lucky with this client who she still services today.
12 Slapper during training on her way to meet a client in the car ahead of her. Spent a long time on his Cock I remember but at least she's now getting a taste for it for things to come
13 Slapper again with another interested client, doing her job well now and soon went out independently on her own without me guiding her.
14 Slapper with other prostitutes in Birmingham 2023. Slapper has just completed her one year Banning order to stay clear of Birmingham after being arrested for soliciting. She now has a police record for soliciting to her name and as her master I'm very proud that this ex skinhead has that record to her name.

15 Slapper pole dancer. I've managed through my contact to get Slapper in training class to become a professional pole dancer. A top pole dancing club The Horns in the city of London is paying for all her training and will eventually take her on part time once she passes all her exams by 2026
16 Big booty for Slapper. I love girls with really big booties with the Cheeks plumped out. The photo is Slappers booty as it is today training her booty at class and at home doing simple exercises to get that butt bigger.
17 June/July Slappers big day. She's getting the biggest breast implants Aloud for 1st timers. Paid for via her sex work, around £6,000. I can't wait.
18 Its what i want to see. Slapper with her own breast.
19 Slapper will eventually be a beautiful plastic doll, and totally unrecognisable from Ian Ward the Skinhead. Bit tits big lips and big booty. Slapper the Bimbo Doll
20. More and more Breast Implants until they are as big as these probably by 2029.
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I'm just trying something here. This seems way too complicated for a simple task, but let's try to make a masterlist of my ideas. Even if this works, I bet I'll hate doing it. It seems annoying. But this would be too long if it had all my ideas. So let's say this is where most of my DC Ideas will go, and call it at that:
Justice League Detroit Ideas
Justice League Canada Ideas Part One
Justice League Canada Ideas Part Two
Justice League Canada Part Three
Justice League Canada Ideas Part Four
Justice League Canada Ideas Part Five:
Justice League Canada Ideas Part Six
Justice League Canada Ideas Part Seven
Justice League Canada ideas Part Eight
Justice League Canada Ideas Part Nine
Justice League Canada Ideas Part Ten
Justice League Canada Ideas Part Eleven
Other JLA related characters:
My take on Jemm, Son of Saturn
The Story of William Nielsen and Mantis/Willow
My take on Booster Gold
My Take on Blue Beetle (Ted Kord)
My take on Martian Manhunter
My take on Green Lantern III (Guy Gardner)
Aqsarniit and The Angel of Dawn (two of my original characters)
My take on The Red Bee (Richard Raleigh)
My take on Solomon Grundy (Cyrus Gold)
My take on Ocean Master (Orm Marius)
The Protectors (DC version of The Defenders)
My take on Ultraman of the Crime Syndicate
My Take on Owlman of the Crime Syndicate
My take on Superwoman of the Crime Syndicate
My Take on Johnny Quick of the Crime Syndicate
My Take on Power Ring of the Crime Syndicate
The Aresian Barbarian and Sea King of the Crime Syndicate
Doom Patrol:
My Doom Patrol Reinterpretation pt. 1
My Doom Patrol Reinterpretation pt. 2
My Doom Patrol Reinterpretation pt. 3
My Doom Patrol Reinterpretation pt. 4
My Doom Patrol Reinterpretation pt. 5
My Doom Patrol Reinterpretation pt. 6
My take on Mento (Steve Dayton)
My take on Madame Rouge (Laura De Mille)
Other Miscellaneous DC Ideas:
My take on Hourman (Rex Tyler)
My take on Mister Terrific (Terry Sloane)
My notes on Hourman and Mister Terrific pt. 1
My notes on Hourman and Mister Terrific pt. 2
My first original character for Infinity Inc.
My second original character for Infinity Inc.
An Idea for the Teen Titans of Earth-Two
A Lost Tale of the Justice League (Martian Manhunter, Metamorpho and Snapper Carr)
My take on The Creeper (Jack Ryder)
My take on The Phantom Stranger and Destiny
My take on Madame Xanadu
My version of the Justice League Dark
DC Supervillian Ideas:
The Conqueror of Constants (an original villain for Martian Manhunter)
My take on The Riddler (I wrote this years ago and could afford to flesh it out more, but I still like my ideas in here)
My second interpretation on The Riddler
My take on Cluemaster
My take on Victor Zsasz
Part 1 of a Mister Freeze Christmas Miniseries
Batman and Robin (Jason Todd) TV Show Idea part one
Batman and Robin (Jason Todd) TV Show Idea part two
Batman and Robin (Jason Todd) TV Show idea part three
Wonder Woman TV Show idea part one
Wonder Woman TV Show idea part two
Wonder Woman TV Show idea part three
Wonder Woman TV Show idea part four
#i'll edit this as neccessary#but now i know i can do this#so i'm gonna keep working on it for a while#dc#dc comics#my ideas#ideas#masterlist#my masterlist#my story ideas#writing ideas#fanfiction ideas#fanfic ideas#fic ideas#story ideas#dcu#dc universe#justice league canada#the protectors#the doom patrol#doom patrol#crime syndicate#the crime syndicate
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BtWoD: The Garou Nation; We All Saw It Coming Pt. 1
so. in the BtWoD continuity, the Garou Nation fell sometime in the early 2000s thanks to internal conflict, dissatisfaction with leadership, the death of Jonas Albrecht, and the ever-increasing reports of return of the Fera (despite the War of Rage seemingly having been a win). this is a little taste for what's to come in that regard :) an introduction, from the perspective of our Corax pal Electrum Wire, to the first 6 Tribes of Garou that now exist. OC under the cut!
“The Garou Nation; We All Saw It Coming,” a report by Electrum Wire, Beat Auspice, House Frugilex. Part 1 of 2.
Things have mostly settled since the collapse of the Garou Nation in 200X. New Tribes have been formed, alliances and allegiances are beginning to show, and honestly, it’s been a hoot to keep up to date with how things’ve gone in the past couple years. This report is to function as a benchmark, analyzing the political landscape of the Garou as of the year 201X. As per usual, only primary sources are used here— since this hasn’t been a priority, some of the sources p/Tribe have been a couple years apart from one another. I’ll be sure to note when certain quotes are more outdated than others.
The Acolytes of Polaris Figures that these non-white Garou Tribes would feel sidelined enough to team up. The Acolytes are made up of the frmr. Silent Striders + Stargazers Tribes, and claim their territory to be North Africa + West Asia (and even into Pakistan, but some are disputing whether that was ever in their ancestors’ range to begin with). A majority of the individuals we interviewed claimed that they weren’t ever really part of the Nation to begin with, so this new arrangement doesn’t change much.
We’ve got decent contact with them these days, since they’re looking more to build than tear down. Their wolf-kin are damn near extinct in the wild, and they’ve got enough of a brain to start making compromises for the sake of survival. They tend to trade in insight and secrets, and I’ve experienced first-hand how desperate they are. Some of the deals they’ve taken just for the sake of establishing a line? It’d make the Elders cry.
Additionally, we’ve got word from our pals in the Beast Courts that they’re looking to join up. The Hakken have always been sympathetic, after all. Who knows, as of the publishing of this report they very well could’ve made the alliance formal.
Coyote’s Council This one’s a fun one. After the Garou Nation crumbled, Patron Spirit Coyote went out recruiting from all of the Garou in North America who had native blood in them. Most of them were frmr. Ghost Council + mixed Bone Gnawers, but who knows how many other ex-Tribes were mixed in. Nowadays, they take orders from Patron Coyote, and they’re publicly working with the Nuwisha to the end of their shared master.
Has this made them more fun? Yes and no. They’re still Garou, and we all know how they can get when they’re the butt of a joke. But a bunch of them have embraced their inner coyote, and have turned into a well-oiled guerilla force in the process. Some of the reports coming out of the US’ interior sound like the plot to a rejected Tom & Jerry episode, if I’m being honest.
Strangely, they can’t be found outside of the North American continent. With the efficacy they’re showing, you’d think that Patron Coyote would want to start stretching his paws. But, nope. As of the publishing of this report, the only other place Coyote’s Council is found is in the Umbra, but that much should be obvious.
And, of course, they’re cagey as hell when it comes to their plans. Don’t trust a damn thing they’re feeding you unless you’ve got a prior arrangement, or have them under a Geas or something.
Fangs of the High North Before this section begins, a preface; Canada is off-limits. The Fangs of the High North are in the process of skirmishing with colonizing Garou (in addition to their usual activities of destroying Pentex infrastructure where they can), and the place is dangerous to the Corax. We’ve been told on multiple occasions that if we’re not there to actively help, we’re to stay the fuck away. While I’m not an advisor, I can say for certain that it scared the shit out of me, and that I can’t say I’d encourage anyone else to head there, not even for migratory purposes.
So, yeah! The Fangs are another neo-Tribe native to North America, and are primarily made up of frmr. Gale Stalkers, Red Talons, and sympathetic Get of Fenris. Now that the Nation is out of their way, they’ve been looking to take back their land by force. Can’t say I blame them. They’ve been on the warpath ever since, and considering how many other native Fera are joining the effort, I’m of the opinion that there’s a good chance they’ll give those bastards the boot.
Let’s just hope that none of the occupiers get desperate enough to turn to Malfeas for help. As of the time of publishing, there’ve been no reports of unusual Wyrmtaint coming from some of our American kin, so keep your feathers crossed!
Get of Fenris Okay. The Get has (to nobody’s surprise) become the dominant Garou Tribe in the European Continent, has made significant progress in recruiting pissed off Americans from the North and South continents, and has found incredible success in changing literally nothing about their viking/berserker philosophy. In fact, the crumbling of the Garou Nation was a GOOD THING for their leadership, as they now are unbound by any bureaucracy. We’re all very familiar with these details by now.
One thing I want to put to bed before you birdbrains start freaking out is this— THE GET ARE NOT NAZIS. The Get have a longstanding tradition (that HAS BEEN WELL CATALOGUED BY THE CORAX, LEARN TO VISIT THE LIBRARY) of forcing their cubs to shed all former ties to their human lives if they’re born Homid, including any kind of racist beliefs they might hold. ANY Get found participating in upholding any form of hierarchy OTHER than “might makes right” is immediately liable to being ganked by their peers until the racism leaves their bodies. I’ve literally seen it happen. And yeah, there was a faction of them back in WW2, but we all had some dead branches to trim from our kin back then.
Does it excuse their behavior? Abso-fucking-lutely not. But if you want to start pointing fingers at real Nazis, we’ve got dossiers your Pack can to be assigned to. Put your activism to real work, kids.
Grave Howlers They still refuse to talk to us. All of them. Not a single one gives us more than a passing sentence. All we have to go on are rumours and hearsay from other Tribes.
If you’ve heard the name “middle brother” thrown around by the American natives, take it with a grain of salt. If you’ve heard people talk about the blue runes on their fur, remember that anyone with Scottish heritage can put on woad. If you’ve heard people speaking protective rituals under their breath when they come near— eh, maybe follow their lead.
The Grave Howlers stink of Wyrmtaint, are horribly scarred from head to toe, and spend much of their time avoiding all Garou other than the Black Spiral Dancers. All reported conflicts between them and the other Tribes have been started by the latter, indicating that they’re up to something.
And just as a reminder to anyone thinking of looking into them, all of the Packs who’ve come back from their assignments refuse to talk or write about what happened. All of them. 100%. So if you’re down to gain some forbidden knowledge that’ll make the Elders pissed off, be my guest.
Hakken We’ve had a rapport with them for centuries now thanks to our kin in the Beast Courts, and nothing’s really changed over there. They were already separated geographically and politically— the shattering of the Nation did nothing to change that. So, uh. Yeah, nothing to report I guess. Other than that they might be helping the Acolytes join the Beast Courts. I think I speak for everyone when I say that it’s a relief to hear that at least one faction of Garou isn’t either blowing up, blowing someone else up, or angling to blow up.
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Former central bank governor Mark Carney has been selected as the successor to Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau as the Liberal Party leader. He’s now slated to become the next prime minister—and likely preparing to launch an early general election campaign as Canada faces an onslaught of threats and tariffs from U.S. President Donald Trump.
After winning an overwhelming victory with support from more than 130,000 members of the Liberal Party, Carney is set to become prime minister at a time when Ottawa says the White House is violating its free trade agreement with Ottawa, threatening to redraw the border, and demanding that Canada give up its sovereignty and become the United States’ 51st state.
Amid these threats, Carney has positioned himself as the captain of “Team Canada,” an emerging movement of Canadians who are boycotting U.S. goods, forgoing vacations in the United States, and donning increasingly popular “Canada is not for sale” hats.
While his predecessor once proclaimed that Canada was the world’s “first post-national state,” Carney is leaning heavily into nationalism as he readies to seek a fresh mandate. And his supporters, many of whom convened in Ottawa on Sunday afternoon to learn the results of the party election, seemed eager for it.
“The Americans, they should make no mistake,” Carney told hundreds of supporters after the results were released. “In trade, as in hockey, Canada will win,” he said. That line earned some of the most enthusiastic cheers of the day.
Canadians, Carney said, would be “maîtres chez nous”—literally “masters in our own home,” a phrase associated with Quebec’s so-called Quiet Revolution of the 1960s, when the francophone province broke definitively from the stranglehold of the Catholic Church.
But Trump has also delivered a possible turnaround in Liberal fortunes. When Trudeau announced his intent to resign in a statement made in early January, his party was on the brink of electoral oblivion. Polls showed the Canadian public souring on Trudeau in a massive way: Had an election been held early this year, his party risked becoming the third-largest—perhaps even the fourth-largest—party in the House of Commons. Just 1 in 5 Canadians said they would vote Liberal, according to poll averages published by CBC on Jan. 6, and even fewer said they wanted Trudeau to remain as prime minister.
Trudeau resisted calls to resign for nearly a year before he finally announced his plans to quit. Privately, he insisted that only he had the experience necessary to beat the rival Conservative Party—and, following Trump’s victory in November, that he was the only person capable of navigating the mercurial president. As discontent grew and poll numbers sagged to new lows, though, Trudeau finally announced his exit.
The four candidates who joined the competition to replace him were, initially, running just to salvage the furniture. But in the weeks after Trudeau’s exit, as the truncated race to replace him got going, Trump accidentally gave the party a shot in the arm. His continued talk of making Canada the 51st state, plus the very real imposition of import tariffs, gave both Trudeau and his likely successors a new purpose.
By the time that hundreds of Liberals shuffled into a convention center in downtown Ottawa on March 9 to unveil Trudeau’s successor, the party’s polling numbers had shot up by double digits.
Carney had three competitors in his quest to lead Canada’s oldest active political party.
There was Frank Baylis, a former politician and the head of a successful medical supply company, who ran by positioning himself as a fellow multimillionaire capable of going toe-to-toe with Trump across the negotiating table. Karina Gould, a former cabinet minister and the youngest person in the race by a decade, pitched herself as a radical alternative to the usual political class—promising at the event on Sunday to challenge Trump as a “bully.”
Chrystia Freeland, who had been Trudeau’s right-hand woman and finance minister for years before abruptly resigning late last year, carried the distinction of being personally reviled by Trump himself. Freeland sat across the negotiating table from Trump’s officials during his first term in office as both sides negotiated a new continental free trade deal—and Trump never forgot it. After her resignation as finance minister, Trump posted on Truth Social that Freeland was “totally toxic.”
But it was Carney who really captured the moment. While he was always the odds-on favorite to win the party leadership contest, few expected the degree of his victory—winning more than 85 percent of the votes cast. Carney, staffed by many of the strategists who helped craft Trudeau’s landmark 2015 victory, managed to convey a fusion of competence, change, and vision.
Now, as leader, Carney finds himself in an awkward position. While he has held a series of high-profile posts—including as the governor of the Bank of Canada and, later, the Bank of England—he has never held elected office. Even before his victory, Carney faced barbed attacks from the opposition Conservative Party, which has accused him of carrying numerous conflicts of interest from his time as the chairman of investment firm Brookfield Asset Management.
The main issue for Carney is that he has no real mandate from the public.
As he resigned, Trudeau visited the governor general to seek prorogation of the House of Commons—that is to say, suspending its work until after his successor was named—until March 24. Whoever took over from Trudeau was always going to be tasked with the tricky feat of managing a fractious minority parliament. But Carney is particularly challenged, as he doesn’t have a seat in the House of Commons.
While there is a precedent for Canadian prime ministers governing despite not having a seat in Parliament, it is far from ideal. That’s why it is widely expected that Carney will call a snap election in a matter of weeks, if not days.
That means that Canada is set to head into a general election in the midst of an “existential threat” to the country from its closest neighbor and ally, as Trudeau phrased it during his farewell speech on Sunday. Trump’s jingoism is sure to be the sword of Damocles hanging over the election.
And Carney has already started accusing his main competitor, Conservative Party leader Pierre Poilievre, of being Trump-lite. “A person who worships at the altar of Donald Trump will kneel before him,” Carney told his supporters, “not stand up to him.”
While the wind is at his sails now, the key question is how Carney intends to win this trade war without driving inflation, cutting growth, and increasing unemployment. In his speech on Sunday, Carney vowed that his government will keep in place reciprocal tariffs on U.S. goods “until the Americans show us respect,” and that he would use the revenue generated to bail out workers and consumers. Beyond that, he has promised “big changes” and a quest to find new “reliable” trading partners, but he has offered little detail about these plans.
Carney is not the first Canadian prime minister to face the prospect of U.S. conquest. His many predecessors have fought wars against the Americans, received entreaties to fuse Canada into the union, and fought trade skirmishes.
But this era may be one of the most fraught, complicated, and confusing times in U.S.-Canada relations—and Carney is, at least for now, the man tasked with managing it. If he wants to keep doing it, he’ll need to convince Canadians he has the chutzpah to take on Trump.
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Dreamflower Original Story MASTER POST
This post is a collection of facts and information about my original story universe, "Dreamflower", and the main storyline soon to be published on AO3, titled "May I Love You".
The post will be divided into sections under the cut, first section includes the basic synopsis and facts about the main characters and the environment. After each published chapter, any new characters introduced will get their own little section and a possible visual sketch of their character.
Dreamflower universe is very loosely based on my FNAF Animutant AU, but many things are made and flexed out to be so much different that this is a completely original story at this point, despite the main characters sharing some similarities with Sun and Moon from FNAF-
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Synopsis of the story:
Humans have always been afraid of things they aren't familiar with. When a new type of subspecies of humans started to appear after the late 60's they were terrified. Theories of alien invasion or the devil's advocates taking over the earth slowly, members of this new species, Animutants, were denied regular human rights, and often forced to live outside major cities, or sometimes even killed as a form of funded euthanasia. Solros Ellis is a young adult who, despite being a human, has never had an easy life. Growing up in extreme poverty, bullied until he dropped out of school, abused by his alcoholic father, Solros has only wished for freedom. One morning, Solros wakes up to a new reality: he has turned into an Animutant overnight! Learning what could possibly happen to him if he stays in the city, Solros runs away from his old life and meets Luan Costello, a guy of his age who was born as an Animutant, denied basic human rights and lived his whole life feeling like a burden to those around him. With Luan's help and kindness, Solros is getting adjusted to his new life as an Animutant and healing those wounds his old life left on him. Will the difficulties of being considered something less than a human bring Solros just another set of unfortunate events, or was his mutation written in the stars so he could meet with Luan?
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Plutonia:
The story takes place in a made-up country called Plutonia.
Plutonia is an island country. It has its own indepedence, but works as a constitutional monarchy under the English Crown, just like Canada.
On the world it's located underneath Newfoundland island, close to the North-East coast of the US.


Both Solros and Luan were born in Duskfort City. Solros lived there until his transformation. Luan's family lives up to the North in a small town called Bluebell.
You can read more facts about the country from here.
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Other characters will go under the respective chapters they first appear in!
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Summary:
Luan Costello is an 18-year-old young man, who will soon graduate from high school, just waiting for his life to start. Except he has never gone to a normal school, has no real friends and is haunted by the fact he feels like a burden to his loving family. There's nothing wrong in his life, other than the fact he was born as an Animutant and denied a lot of basic rights in human society. Yet, he feels like something is still missing. An opportunity, maybe love; something that would make his life have a proper meaning. But he rarely leaves his house, doesn't spend time with people of his age, reads books and writes poems all day long. Is he really expecting his destiny just to walk up to his house and knock on his door? Well, guess what...
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#last edit: 26 oct 2023#dreamflower#dreamflower facts#may i love you#luan#solros#pixel draws#animutants#ocs#pixelchills#original character#original story#pixelchills ocs#master post
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obviously just for fun but it was one of those days when i suddenly thought ‘why not give ms altivo a sibling?’
guess what i did?
gave ms altivo a sibling
roland's relationship with other characters

— basic info —
roland eiji altivo (he/him)
🇿🇦 | 🇵🇹 🇯🇵 (based on my hc nationality / ethnicity for ms altivo)
eva altivo’s younger brother (three years younger?)
6'0 ft tall
classic (not-too-hostile) sibling rivalry between him and eva, but both have similar goals for their own self-interest —> to be famous worldwide
met sunny hellström (non-canon surname) in his intro journalism course, since then they both have a very interesting dynamic...
— career —
news anchor at futbol 360 (season 1 - 3)
has a reputation for finding and covering the hottest news and stories, while being charming and adding his own flair into covering the news
had beef with almost every news reporters and anchors in south africa
tried to start beef with lena long but was always unsuccessful due to lena not giving two shits
talk show host for 'roll up with roland' (season 4 and onwards)
roland literally rolls up in wheelies shoes in every show, that is his signature (credits to @abyss-strikas for this amazing idea!)
he and his show's reputation skyrocketed at a national level since the launch of roll up with roland, though still trails a little behind rob rawson's talk show
erasyl (headcanon name for the guy who got fired by ms altivo in the episode 'live and kicking') also works for the show, as one of the writers
despite that roland's talk show is distributed by another major media company (in contrast to his sister having her own company), he still believes that he can still beat eva in the popularity competition, as long as he can get everybody in the world to tune in to his show
— traits —
persuasive, charismatic, intelligent, extroverted, humourous, ambitious
manipulative, narcissistic, stubborn (has a bad temper if things don't go his way)
— fun facts —
besides english, also fluent in afrikaans and japanese, working on his portuguese, and knows a little bit of french and italian
played soccer as a striker, since young and up until after undergrad
obtained a bachelor degree (ba in strategic communications) in south africa, then a master degree (master of journalism) in canada
a prominent member of his high school's renowned debate club, where he literally carried his school to nationals (the school has a history of every member of the altivo family being in the debate club, with each of them carrying the school to the top)
#supa strikas#supablr#supa strikas oc#yanxious ocs#yanxious ocs: roland altivo#original characters#this is purely just for fun but we'll see lol#anyways i decide to hc that ms altivo did debate in high school#i think i spent too much time on every tiny detail about him even though i told myself i might not develop him as much#shirls talks
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Lear Green: Escaping Slavery in a Chest
Lear Green (circa 1839-1860) was an enslaved African American woman in Baltimore, Maryland, who had herself shipped in a chest to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, to escape slavery. Her story is frequently compared to that of Henry Box Brown (circa 1815-1897), "the man who mailed himself to freedom" in a large box in 1849.
In Green's case, she had the help of her fiancé, a free Black named William Adams, and Adams' mother, also free, who accompanied the chest on its 18-hour trip from Baltimore to Philadelphia circa 1857. Green and the Adams were assisted in her escape by members of the Underground Railroad, a network of safe houses and locations operated by abolitionists running north to Canada, where slavery had been abolished.
After the US Congress passed the Fugitive Slave Act of 1850, runaway slaves could more easily be recaptured by their masters, the master's agents, or professional slave-catchers, and so many continued on through the Underground Railroad network to Canada, where they could not be returned to slavery.
This seems to have been the plan of Lear Green and William Adams, but once she was freed, they settled in Elmira, New York, where they lived for three years until Green's death (cause unknown) in 1860 at the age of 21.
Lear Green & William Still
As with many fugitive slaves who found freedom in the North, Lear Green was helped by William Still (1819-1902), an African American abolitionist and the son of a fugitive slave from Maryland. Still, often referred to as The Father of the Underground Railroad, kept extensive records of all the people he helped find freedom in the North, believing these would someday assist in reuniting families.
In 1872, he published these documents as The Underground Railroad Records, in which he details the escape of Lear Green and how she lived only three years after marrying Adams in Elmira. There is almost no other information on her available. The chest she escaped in is part of a permanent exhibit, Tides of Freedom: African-American Presence on the Delaware River, curated by Professor Tukufu Zuberi, at the Independence Seaport Museum, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Green lived with William Still in Philadelphia until arrangements could be made to send her on to Elmira, New York, where William Adams received her, and they were married. The primary reason for Green attempting the escape was that, as a slave, her children would be born into slavery, and she could not bear that thought. Even so, there is no record of William and Lear Adams of Elmira, New York, ever having children, and, after Lear's death in 1860, nothing is recorded concerning William.
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YOUR GIRL | Part 3. Patrick Zweig x Female!Reader
Pairing: Patrick Zweig x female!reader, Tashi Duncan x female!reader (platonic)
Summary: After your parents announce their divorce, you're sent to New York to pursue your passion for the arts at NYU. Your cousin, the infamous tennis player Tashi Duncan, introduces you to her insufferable colleagues at a house party in the upper east side. Already a sore thumb from rural Canada, Patrick can't help but find interest in an untouched territory.
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: Mentions of drug use, profanities, mentions of alcohol use.
MINORS DNI
Notes: The timeline is inaccurate in comparison to the film, this is an AU. All characters introduced are barely in their early 20s, unless stated otherwise. No use of y/n.
Part 1. Part 2. Part 4.
CHAPTER THREE: “Master of None”

"Jack of all trades, master of none. Cry all the time, because I'm not having fun."
As days blended into weeks, you found yourself walking through Manhattan on a chilly October afternoon. The trees have begun to shed their green hue, replaced for the autumn shades of red and orange. You no longer could wear your H&M shorts without tights, and it was a given to consistently wear your grandfather’s leather jacket. You couldn’t have been more than happy. It was now your favorite time of the year.
“What do you mean you haven’t figured out your costume yet?” You ask your friend, Chloe. She was in the same program as you, same year. The two of you didn’t hit it off until you complimented her cross ring, unveiling a wonderful friendship. She knew everything about you, including your family and the drama you’ve encountered since moving to New York.
“I’ll figure it out, don’t worry.” Chloe reassures, sipping her hot chocolate.
“You realize Halloween is in a week? There’s already flyers for parties this weekend, so technically you have two days.” You remind her, opening the front entrance to your school’s library.
She shrugs. “Still don’t care. I’ll be a black cat or something.”
You groan at the low effort idea. “Why don’t you do a duo costume with me?” You suggest, walking through a group of students to make it to the stairs.
“Then we both have to figure out a costume right away. Aren’t you doing Marie Antoinette though?” Chloe asks, looking over her shoulder at you as you reach the silent study area. A random student shushes the two of you, Chloe rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, but you can be King Louis or something.” You whisper, grinning.
Chloe raises her eyebrows, nodding slowly. “Right, cause that will surely get the message across.” She says, putting her backpack down as she retrieves her laptop from within the sack.
“Or you can be like, my lady in waiting. Just dress like me but in different colors?” You suggest again, sitting across from her.
“I do not feel like buying all those accessories just to not use them again, sorry.” Chloe admits, beginning to type on her laptop. “Don’t worry I’ll figure it out, seriously. I’ll be Mclovin from Superbad or something.” She says, grinning.
“You know, that would be quite fun.” You whisper, smiling back at her as you unlock your MacBook. “Very lesbian costume choice though.”
Chloe scoffs, kicking your leg lightly.
“Ow!” You exclaim, rubbing your shin as the same student shushes you once again but with more verbatim. You glare at the young man wearing the ugliest glasses you’ve ever seen.
“I’ll probably still pull a beautiful woman, just you wait.” She says, wagging her finger at you.
“God I hope so. I think our classmates assume we’re together, so it’s better if you do.” You both laugh silently.
Your phone buzzes, pulling you away from your attention on Chloe.
pat_zweig: any halloween plans yet?
You: nooo, i think tashi was gonna bring me to a house party but she’s sick. no party rock for her :(
You and Patrick have become more friends than foes over the past month. You kept ignoring his advances, and he eventually stopped making moves all together. He’ll throw out a comment every now and then, but nothing worth getting worked up over. You actually liked being his friend. You found it was easier to deal with him that way, or at least the physical attraction you still had towards him. It was better to make him untouchable all together in your eyes.
pat_zweig: i was hoping you’d say that
pat_zweig: not the tashi being sick part, sorry for her loss ouch. but there’s a halloween party happening at some rich kid's loft in manhattan. you interested?
You: can i bring my friend chloe?
pat_zweig: the lesbo? yeah sure she’s cool
You raise your eyebrow, chuckling at Patrick’s texts.
“I think I just found our party spot this weekend.” You say confidently, putting your phone down.
“Oh? Which mediocre man of the week invited you?” She asks, typing away.
“Ha ha.” You say flatly. “It’s Patrick, and he’s just my friend now thank god.” You explain, opening your study guide from the documents folder on your laptop.
Chloe looks up from her screen and furrows her brows. “I still cannot believe you managed to turn that around and become friends. I would’ve just pretended he didn’t exist.” She says into her palm, her elbow resting on the table.
"Can you guys go somewhere else?" Four eyes snaps quietly, annoyed by the volume of your conversation.
Chloe turns and faces the antagonist of the day. “How about you fucking go somewhere else Napoleon Dynamite?” She says passive aggressively.
The man huffs and gathers his belongings, giving you both a glare before walking off.
“To be fair Chloe, we are in the study area.” You say quietly, pointing to the sign by the stairs.
“There’s like literally no one else in here.” She states, gesturing to the vacant space. “I will never understand why our professors set our exams for the end of month instead of earlier like the rest of the NYU population.” She retorts, returning to the assignment on her laptop.
“Because we’re basically in communications. I don’t even know why we have mid term exams.” You say begrudgingly, going through your flash cards.
“Hey, can you quiz me with those?” Chloe asks, pointing to the deck of cards in your hands.
“Yes ma’am.”
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It was Saturday, October 26th. Your Bluetooth speaker blasted out a curated playlist for the pregame of the evening from your desk, Chloe watching you assemble your costume while swigging back a mickey of vodka.
“What do you think?” You ask, putting your hands on your corset.
“You look hot, good job.” She says, raising her bottle of sourpuss.
Chloe did in fact dress up as Mclovin, which was as expected.
Your hair was also a pain in the ass to do. After about 20 bobby pins and an enough hairspray to probably put another hole in the ozone, it was satisfactory.
“When’s Patrick showing up?” Chloe asks, sitting up straight and readjusting her glasses.
“What time is it?” You ask, looking over at Chloe in your vanity mirror as you packed on white face makeup.
“It’s uh,” She looks at her phone. “Nine on the dot.”
“He should be here, actually–“ Your bedroom door opens, revealing the exact man you were speaking of. He seemed to be dressed business casual, a pair of glasses upon his face that suited him very well. He looked good, but you would never tell him that.
“A–ha! Speak of the devil and he shall come.” Chloe exclaims, clapping her hands together.
“Nice seeing you too, Chloe.” Patrick feigns a smile, squinting at her. “What are you dressed as? Closeted?” He asks, stepping into the room.
“Why? You wanna know if I made up my mind so we can bone?” She asks sarcastically, scoffing.
“My life hasn’t hit rock bottom yet for me to wish that upon myself.” He argues. Chloe purses her lips and glares at him.
Art shows up behind Patrick, looking over at you. “Hi, I hope you don’t mind I’m here too.” He says.
“That’s fine, hello you guys.” You laugh, looking back in the mirror.
“Nice costume. It turned out well.” Patrick says to you, clearly checking you out.
Chloe rolls her eyes at him. “What even is your costume? You look like a pathetic nine to five.” She says, referring to his attire.
Patrick unbuttons his shirt, revealing the superman logo underneath on a t-shirt. “I’m Clark Kent.” He says as if it was already obvious, rebuttoning his shirt.
“And I’m a cowboy.” Art states, tilting his hat at Chloe.
“Awe, that’s cute actually.” She says, smiling at Art.
“Thank you!” He chirps, grinning widely.
“Why do you hate me.” Patrick says flatly to Chloe, who simply shrugs in response.
“I just don’t like you that much. Someone has to keep you humble."
“Why though? We both love women, we can at least agree on that.” Patrick points out, throwing his hands up before letting them fall to his sides.
“Okay you guys, start drinking we have to leave soon.” You interrupt, pointing at the boys with your eyeliner pen.
“Finally.” Art sighs, sitting down in your desk chair. “Nice playlist by the way.” He says, setting down a pack of coolers on your desk.
“Thank you! I’m glad someone recognizes taste.” You say, finishing up your makeup as Patrick puts a can down in front of you.
“For you, your royal highness.” He says, tapping your unopened drink with his own.
“Mm thank you squire.” You open the can, chugging the carbonated drink fast enough to cause a small burp to erupt from your stomach. “Sorry, I’m catching up.” You excuse yourself.
Patrick and Art laugh.
“Real classy, admirable.” Chloe says, swigging her mickey again.
“So is that bottle of yours.” Patrick comments, raising a brow. “Did your mom teach you to drink like a washed up loser?”
“No, your mom did actually. She’s a real dime.” Chloe smiles, putting the lid back on her bottle.
They begin mocking each other, causing you to stand up. “If you guys keep fighting we’re not going anywhere. Knock it off.” You say sternly, finishing your drink.
“It’s hot when you command a room like that.” Patrick says, smirking at you.
“See?!” Chloe gestures towards him in disbelief.
You look at Art for support, who simply shakes his head with a sympathetic smile.
“I am not babysitting you guys tonight.” You state, sitting back down.
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The taxi ride to the location was the same as the pregame. The two were bickering in the backseat as you sat in the middle, Art up front with the taxi driver.
“…And that’s why I think you’ll die before the rest of us.” Chloe says, leaning forward to look at Patrick.
“I hope it’s soon if that means I don’t have to hear you speak anymore.” He mutters, only you hearing his words. You stifle a laugh.
“We’re here!” Art exclaims, paying the driver as you all begin to exit the vehicle.
"It's very... brick." You simply say, staring at the tall building. Considering the location, you knew it had to look better on the inside.
"So is ninety percent of New York." Chloe states, readjusting the ID tag on her shirt.
You notice other people standing outside the building, smoking cigarettes and joints. There was a mix of extravagant costumes and low effort ones, nothing more expected.
Your group walk up the stairs to the landing, a security guard opening the door. "Name?" He asks, glancing over the four of you.
"Patrick, Zweig." Patrick states, pushing up his fake glasses.
The security guard looks down the guest list, flipping it over to the next page. He looks up. "Come in." He gestures, stepping out of the way to allow entrance. "Third floor." He says nonchalantly, pressing the button to call down the elevator.
The four of you squeeze into the cart, your finger pressing round button with '3' written on it.
"I wonder how the neighbors feel about this." You question aloud.
"I bet you they’re at this party too." Patrick says, leading the group as you make your way out of the elevator. He approaches the only door on the floor, where music is blasting from behind. He opens it to reveal a very, very large duplex loft space.
The lighting is dim, the music pumping over a sea of costumes. It's the usual social scene, one that you were still getting accustomed to. There’s an air of freedom and possibility, but it also means that anything could happen.
"I need more alcohol if I'm gonna enjoy myself." You say to Chloe, who nods in agreement. The two of you part from Art and Patrick, finding yourselves in the kitchen where at least a dozen bottles of liquor were. "Is there any mixers?" You ask Chloe, looking around the perimeter.
"Shots?" She suggests, raising her hands. She was already holding a bottle of Jose Cuervo.
You give her a look of hesitation before nodding. These rich kids partied like they were gonna die tomorrow, might as well join them.
Chloe pours you shots, consistently until you're about four down in under two minutes. "Okay, that should be enough for now." She states, putting the bottle down.
You cough over the last one, wincing at the burning sensation. You look across the room, seeing Patrick flirt effortlessly with a woman dressed like a playboy bunny. You grimace at the sight.
"One more for extra measure." You say, grabbing the bottle and taking a swig straight from it. You felt your stomach churn, but kept it down.
"Slow down, don't get too fucked up right away." Chloe warns you, grabbing the bottle and putting it back down.
You laugh at her, gesturing to leave the kitchen together. The last thing you wanted to do is watch Patrick in action, a pit in your stomach gnawing at you. You are friends. You do not want him.
You notice people smoking inside, seeing lines of coke being snorted off an architectural digest magazine. You decide to pull out your own pack of smokes, sticking one in your mouth.
"May I?" Chloe asks, gesturing to your pack. You nod, allowing her to pull out one for herself.
You both smoke your Marlboro Reds as you join the mass of people dancing in the open space, finding the music to be rather well curated.
Chloe gasps when she sees someone, grabbing their arm. "Hey!"
The girl turns and smiles at Chloe, giving her a hug. "Oh my god! Why are you here?" She asks in a playful tone, inhaling her joint.
"I know, I'm surprised myself. He brought us here." Chloe points over to Patrick in the distance, who was now talking to Art.
"Patrick? You're friends with him?" The mystery girl asks, laughing.
"Fuuuck no, she is." Chloe refers to you. "This is Annika, by the way." She introduces her friend. Annika was dressed as a vampire, a very sexy one at that.
"Nice to meet you." She says, getting your name. "You're friends with him? How did that happen?" She asks curiously.
"By force. He kept trying to get with me and it eventually turned into us just being friends because I wouldn't let him sleep with me." You explain, inhaling your cigarette.
"I don't get it. He clearly still wants you." Chloe remarks, pointing towards him with her cigarette.
"Nah, I don't think so. He gave up on me." You try to say, shrugging. You look over at Patrick once more, making eye contact with him while Art speaks to him.
You look away, scoffing. "I wouldn't even dare to let that ever happen. I love myself too much." You joke, causing the two women to laugh with you.
"Oh joy, he's coming over." Chloe says, taking the joint passed over to her gladly.
Patrick looks you up and down. You expect him to make a comment, or maybe you hoped he would. Instead, he looks over at Annika.
"I don't think we've met. I'm Patrick." He says, sticking out his hand and giving her a playful smirk.
Annika chuckles. "Annika." She places her hand in his, Patrick lifting it up to place a kiss on the top of her hand. She raises a brow.
"You're very beautiful, Annika." He states, letting go of her hand.
"Barf!" Chloe exclaims, smacking his arm. "Leave my friends alone, ignore him Annika." She tells her vampire friend.
It felt like there was a little gremlin in your stomach, punching your gut repeatedly. You couldn't help but wonder if Patrick was doing this on purpose, flirting with others blatantly in front of you to be punished for the fact that you wouldn't let him overcome your stubborn ways.
"Do you listen to your friends? Or do you have your own right of mind?" He asks Annika, giving her a look.
"It's fine." She tells Chloe, looking back at him as he leads her away to the dancefloor.
If your brain had the ability to strangle your heart, then you're quite positive it did just that in this moment.
Chloe is taken aback. "That motherfucker! I swear to god!" She exasperates. "He's taking the piss out of both of us. I don't understand what his deal is." She harshly remarks, finishing off the joint Annika gave to her and tossing it in a nearby ashtray. You look over at the coffee table with lines of coke being done by a medusa and a knight in shining armor.
"Have you ever done coke before?" You abruptly ask. You had a premonition that you'll only feel worse if you keep drinking to ignore the fire in your abdomen, deciding to do something else about it.
Chloe's eyes widen. "Well yeah, who hasn't?" She reasons, looking at you closely. "Are you okay? Why are you asking?"
"I wanna do it." You say. You were drunk, sure. However, the idea of adding something to the mix to ignore the scenario at hand made you feel somewhat better, even if it wasn't the best idea.
"Well," Chloe digs into her pocket, pulling out a small baggie of white powder. "I do have some. But seriously, are you sure?" She asks once more.
"Yes. Just, give it to me." You urge, gesturing towards the bag with your hands.
The two of you head to a bathroom, surprisingly vacant. You suggested to do it out in the open like everyone else, but Chloe was insistent on keeping it private so no one else tried to ask for her stash. There was a frame signed above the toilet that said Please Don't Do Coke In The Bathroom, which you found very humorous.
Chloe got a bump onto her house key, snorting it. She rubbed her nose a few times before scooping another hit, handing it over to you. "Do what I just did." She instructs.
You grab the key and hold it to your left nostril, pressing the right one closed. You inhale deeply. The sensation of powder going up your nose feels diabolical at first, you too rubbing your nose and inhaling the rest. You felt it enter your system, exhaling through your mouth with a grin. "Jesus, that felt weird." You say looking at yourself in the mirror. The longer you stare, the faster it enters your system. You slowly start to smile widely, looking at Chloe in the reflection. "Ooh, I think I get it now."
"I'm glad you like it." Chloe grins, the both of you looking at each other in the mirror. "Hey," She places a hand on your shoulder, gathering your attention. "Just putting this out there, but don't let Patrick get to you. He's a waste of space, not worth your time."
"I know." You say, nodding.
Chloe sighs. "You like him, don't you?" She asks, dropping her hand.
You purse your lips. "No, I'm over it." You say, fixing your hair. "Let's fucking party." You say with a grin, giving yourself a final look over before exiting the bathroom.
The two of you head back into the party, the scene now feeling brand new to you with drugs in your system. Where's Your Head At by Basement Jaxx was playing, giving you the exact energy that you needed. The two of you start dancing with everyone else, finding yourself moving swiftly along to the beat. You see Patrick in the distance, making eye contact as you continue dance, moving your hands all over your torso.
He looks away, looking back at Annika. You grow frustrated as the two of them begin to make out. You look around for a free body, a man dressed as Westley from Princess Bride making eye contact with you. You move your way over to him, moving in sync with him. You quickly turn your head at Chloe, who has found a pretty woman to dance with.
The vibe was becoming a good one, turning back to face the Westley lookalike. You move your head side to side as he places his hands on your hips. Your hands land on his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. You glance back over at Patrick, who is watching your every move like you intended. He looks away once more when he realizes you're looking at him.
Annika scoffs at Patrick. "Seriously?" She says, dropping her hands.
"What?" Patrick asks, confused by her sudden change of mood.
"You keep looking at her. The fuck are you even doing man?" She says, dismissing him with her hand. She walks away from him, leaving him alone on the dance floor.
You watch as Annika abandons Patrick, confused by her actions yourself. You try to keep your eyes on your new arm candy, turning to grind against him. You look again for Patrick, who has disappeared from your field of vision.
"Hey, can you get me a drink?" You ask your dance partner, deciding you were done with him. He nods eagerly before making his way towards to the kitchen. You move your way through the crowd, heading towards the the staircase. You decide to go upstairs, realizing most of the people on the upper floor were coupled up and very much paying no mind to the rest of the attendees. You look down from the railing, trying to find any of the members of your group. Chloe was still with the random woman from before, and Art was talking the ear off of one of his mutual friends. You still couldn't find Patrick.
You turn and spot the fire escape, figuring that some fresh air would be good. You walk over to the window, propping it open to step onto the landing. Sitting down on one of the steps, you pull out a cigarette.
The alcohol and coke acted as a coat against the cold, feeling numb as you pulled out one of your cigarettes. You light it, inhaling as you watched the busy street below you. You wondered how you ended up here, and the way the night was going. You thought about your friends, and about Patrick. You let yourself acknowledge that you were jealous. You wished that were you dancing with him, not Chloe's friend. It felt pointless to do anything about it. Patrick was your friend, and that wasn't going to change anything. You didn't want to become one of the many women he walked over in his path of destruction. You knew better, you deserved better. You press your tongue against the inside of your cheek, accepting your own fate. You spent so much time trying to avoid the fact that he was getting under your skin, there was no point in fighting it anymore.
"Hey."
Your head turns towards the open window, spotting Patrick standing there. You may be quite inebriated or simply fed up with the night, but there's a palpable tension in the air. He doesn’t immediately apologize or even confront you about what you've seen—he’s just standing there, maybe a little unsure of how to handle the situation.
"You alright out here?" He’s being casual, almost too casual, but there's an underlying question in his tone.
You sit there in silence, letting the frustration over him bubble up inside. This is your moment to vocalize how you feel, but also to confront the fact that you do care about him, which is exactly what you've been avoiding.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just clearing my head." You say coldly, inhaling your cigarette once more.
Patrick hesitantly steps onto the landing, but maintains distance. "You looked like you were having a good time down there." He says, an undertone of defiance to his own statement.
"I could say the same about you." You reply bitterly, putting out your cigarette beside you.
Patrick eyes you carefully, his face stone cold. "I didn't realize it was a problem. Am I not allowed to have fun?" He asks defensively, leaning against the guard railing.
You laugh. "You don't get it, do you?" You say harshly. "Stop fucking with my head, Patrick. It's not fucking funny anymore. I'm not one of your stupid little games to keep you entertained." You claim with the same bitter tone, standing up.
Patrick's eyes widen, taken aback by your change of mood. "What are you talking about?" He exclaims, furrowing his brows.
"I don't know what you think was gonna happen, but I've had enough of your shit." You spat, taking a step towards the window.
He puts his arm out, preventing you from leaving the closeted space of the fire escape. "I don't know what you think I'm trying to do here, but you've got it wrong." He tries to explain, his voice now stern with you. "I'm not playing any fucking games," He says, looking down at you. "But I can't say the same about you." He scoffs. "I don't know what you want from me!" He exclaims, laughing in dismay as he runs a hand over his face.
You stare at him in disbelief, unsure of how to react at first. "If that's the case Patrick, then you've got a real fucking funny way of showing it." You snap.
Before you can acknowledge what's happening, he grabs your face and kisses you.
You let a few moments go by before pushing him away and giving his cheek a firm slap.
"Fuck. You." You say through gritted teeth, pushing him out of the way as you re-enter the loft.
"Don't walk away from me!" Patrick yells. "This conversation isn't over!" He exclaims, unintentionally gathering the attention of other guests.
You hold up your middle finger, hastily making your way down the stairs. As you reach the bottom, the Westley lookalike approaches you with a drink in hand. "Hey! There you are!" He exclaims, grinning.
You groan. "Not now, for fucks sake!" You exclaim, putting your hand up as you continue walking.
Chloe spots you from the crowd, coming up to you. "Hey what the fuck is going on?" She asks, noticing your seething gaze.
"I am going home, tell Patrick if he can't figure it out then he can go fuck himself." You snap, continuing your path towards the exit.
Chloe looks up and sees Patrick at the top of the stairs, looking absolutely crushed. As they make eye contact, she shakes her head in disapproval. She turns and starts following you.
"I'm going with you, fuck that guy! Fuck Patrick Zweig!" She yells very loudly, exiting the loft alongside you.
You laugh bitterly, heading towards the staircase instead of the elevator. "I want to kill him." You state, nearly tripping over your own feet as you make it to the lobby. "That asshole thinks he can mess with me? He thinks he can fuck with me?! He has no fucking idea what he has done!" You bark, pushing the front entrance open. You step down the stairs, your shoes making contact with the concrete sidewalk. You continue to speed walk away from the building, Chloe catching up to you.
The other party goers eye you as you make a commotion, Chloe testing them with her demeanor as the two of you keep up your pace. "What happened?" She asks, out of breath from trying to keep up with you.
"He kissed me after I tried to confront him about fucking with my feelings." You state, trying to keep yourself together as you hail a taxi. "I can't fucking stand him. I just wanna... AHH!" You scream, throwing your hands up in the air.
"Oh, that's seriously fucked up." Chloe says, waving down a taxi for the both of you.
The two of you hop into the vehicle, telling the driver where to go.
"Long night ladies?" The driver asks awkwardly, noticing the tension.
"Yeah, something like that." You say sarcastically, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms.
Chloe rubs your arm, giving you a sympathetic look. You try to smile her way, attempting to not let out your anger on her.
Patrick soon leaves the building, rushing outside to look for you. He can't spot you anywhere, muttering profanities. He’s pissed at himself, but more than that, he’s confused and frustrated because he can’t quite figure out how to resolve things. His go-to method of using charm and physicality to resolve issues has backfired in a big way. He pulls out his phone and tries to message you.
Your phone buzzes. You look at it subconsciously, fuming with rage as you see his username.
pat_zweig: im sorry, i really fucked up. lets fix this, please let me talk to you
You aggressively type back.
You: FUCK YOU!!! GO FUCK YOURSELF DONT EVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN
You go to his profile and block him before putting your phone back in your lap.
Patrick's eyes widen at your response, watching your profile go nonexistent. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" He exclaims, groaning.
Art comes up beside him, concerned. "Where did they go?" He asks, looking around.
"They both left, her and Chloe." He sighs. "She fucking blocked me, man." Patrick says in defeat, sitting down on the stairs and putting his head in his hands.
"That's a you problem." Art says, crossing his arms. "Why didn't you just tell her how you really feel?" He argues, sitting beside Patrick.
"I don't know! I'm a fucking idiot, don't tell me cause I already know." He sighs, shaking his head. "She never wants to speak to me again Art. I really fucked up."
"Oh, I know." Art responds casually. "You finally met a girl worthwhile and you still couldn't be normal about it." He hums. "It's who you are, Zweig. Always have been." He pats his best friend's back. "I can't help you with that."
Patrick sighs, covering his eyes. "What the fuck am I gonna do?" He groans. "This is such a big mess, I didn't even think she liked me like that man."
"I don't think you can do anything." Art says. "You have to leave her alone, let her figure out what she wants. I think trying to be persistent will only make it worse right now." He admits, clasping his hands together. "Come on, let's go home. It's not worth it." He insists, standing up and offering his best friend a hand.
Patrick looks up, begrudgingly grabbing Art's hand.
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don't look at me, i didn't do anything! i write and they simply command my next move. he's a big dumb idiot and you're simply trying you best you're just a girl wtf ):
thank you again for the support you guys, you have no idea how much it means to me. writing helps me get thru rough times so thx for being here (: i apologize if the drug and alcohol use is a lot in this chapter, im just trying to be more realistic with how it could've been in this area and societal standards of 2013. young people do stupid shit all the time. i might be downplaying it if anything actually lol
hopefully when I post this I also manage to release part 4, but i know its unfair to keep all of you on your toes! till next time
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#josh o'connor x reader#tashi duncan x reader#tashi duncan#challengers fic#challengers x reader#patrick zweig#patrick zweig imagine#patrick zweig x you#patrick zweig x reader#josh o connor#art donaldson#zendaya#mike faist
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From Teen Titans #48 (1977)
1977? Flash from the Past 1977? The year of the first flight of the United States Space Shuttle? The year Uranus' rings were discovered? The 7th year Columbo was nominated for at least one Prime Time Emmy? The year The Commodore PET was introduced? The Year The Clash released "White Riot"? The year Allen Bussey did 20,302 yo-yo loops? The year Star Wars was released in theatres? The year the International Computer Chess Association was formed? The year Electric Light Orchestra released international chart-topping song "Telephone Line"? The year the United States State of New Jersey started allowing casino gambling in Atlantic City? The year Paul Hackett was on the cover of Skateboarder Magazine? The year Silver St. Cloud made her first apearance in Detective Comics #470? The year we started using fiber-optics for communication? The year the musical Annie won a Tony Award? The year that one guy was struck by lighting for the 7th time? The year Barbra Streisand and Paul Williams won Best Original Song? The year Sadaharu Oh hit his 756th home run? The year the Eagles won Record of the Year with "Hotel California"? The year DC Comics raised the price of a standard comic book from 30 to 35 cents? The year Ellen Berryman won the women's division in the Skateboarding Freestyle World Campionships? The year Fleetwood Mac won Album of the Year with "Rumours"? The year General Motors introduced the Oldsmobile 88? The year The Carpenters released "I Just Fall In Love Again"? The year the MRI was becoming viable for medical use? The year the circus opera "Houdini" premiered in Amsterdam, Netherlands? The year Ringo Starr released "Ringo the 4th"? The year Alan Alda won M*A*S*H their 8th Emmy? The year DC revived Aquaman? The year Princess Beatrice opened the Amsterdam metro? The year Faye Dunaway won Best Actress? The year Canada started showing a regular TV broadcast of parliament? The year Walter Browne won his third straight US chess championship? The year of the Snake? The year Martin Scorsese's Taxi Driver was nominated for 4 Academy Awards? The year A. J. Foyt became the first person to win the Indianapolis 500 four times? The year Freaky Friday made $25,942,00 at the box office? The year the Apple II computer entered the technology market? The year The Sex Pistols release chart-topping album "Never Mind the Bollocks, Here's the Sex Pistols"? The year Joel Benjamin became a chess master at the age of 13? The year of the Dover Demon sightings in the town of Dover, Massachusetts? That 1977? 🫠 x40
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Two-Tone Coat! With Pattern! ⭐⭐⭐⭐
uneven split 🛑🤔🛑
two-tone hair ⭐
pussy ass shirt 🛑🛑🛑
Two-tone tie! ⭐⭐
Clip on Tie? 🤔🤔🤔
OH HI DUELA! ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Duela in jonker form 🛑
debated filicide 🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑
FUCKED UP HAND!!!11!!1 ⭐⭐⭐⭐
Split teeth, but in a way that could logically make sense ⭐⭐
no glove 🛑🛑
tie and coat cordination ⭐
Oh i so wish I could see your shoes 🤔
Dick is also Here 🤔
Gilda Mention ⭐
Awareness of his own disordered thinking ⭐
continued deranged behavior ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
STAR TOTAL ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
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#I probably will never to that particular bit again#or at least not to that extent#batman#dc#harvey dent#two face#batman villains#rating#dc comics#batman villians#dc universe#review#follower submission
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Scott Pilgrim vs. The Daleks
Soundtrack for an imaginary pop culture mashup of epic proportions (where everyone’s favorite 23-year old Canadian indie rock slacker saves Toronto from almost certain doom by taking on the baddest aliens in the Whoniverse with his unstoppable 8-bit video game-style fighting technique). Featuring 23 of 2023’s top indie/power pop/garage/punk/noise pop acts including Dot Dash, Versing, Alien Nosejob, the Exbats, Be Your Own Pet, Uni Boys, Guided By Voices, Bass Drum of Death Jacuzzi Boys, Woolen Men, and 13 more bands who know how to put the screw into a sonic screwdriver.
Apologies to Bryan Lee O’Malley, Kim Pine, Plumtree, The Doctor, the Daleks, and the Beeb.
▶︎🎶 Listen on Mixcloud
Running Time: 1 hour, 11 seconds
Tracklist
Tense & Nervous (2:02) — Dot Dash | Washington, DC
Distractions (1:56) — Versing | Seattle, WA
Flakin’ Out (3:27) — The Ific | San Francisco, CA
I'm Lost (3:13) — Alien Nosejob | VIC, Australia
I Don't Believe in Love (3:10) — Uni Boys | Los Angeles, CA
Brain Shock (1:39) — Pheromones | Italy
Rock 'N' Roll Boy (2:58) — The Mudd Club | Bristol, UK
Imaginary Girlfriend (2:14) — TV Party | Ventura, CA
Where Have All the Good Times Gone (2:29) — The Grip Weeds | Highland Park, NJ
Workin’ Too Hard (1:58) — Woolen Men | Portland, OR
Better At Love (2:49) — The Exbats | Arizona
Big Trouble (3:02) — Be Your Own Pet | Nashville, TN
I Used to Be Fun (2:36) — Teen Jesus and the Jean Teasers | Canberra, Australia
Everybody's Gonna Be There (2:13) — Bass Drum of Death | Mississippi
Local Master Airplane (2:16) — Guided By Voices | Dayton, OH
Hot! Heat! Wow! Hot! (3:33) — Psychedelic Porn Crumpets | Perth, Australia
What Does Moon Think (2:57) — SIZ | Bordeaux, France
No Plan (2:42) — The Arrogants | Lille, France
Orange Juice (2:59) — Pop Crimes | Paris, France
Is It Really Any Wonder (1:44) — Strange Magic | New Mexico
On the Ropes (1:48) — Jacuzzi Boys | Miami. FL
Dead Cities (3:04) — Scream | Washington, DC
1999 (2:46) — Avions | Lyon, France Outro: Scott Pilgrim [Radio Edit] (0:38) — Plumtree | Halifax, Canada
All tracks released in 2023 except the last, which is from 2022, and the Outro, which was originally released in 1997.
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My first Justice League Canada annual. There's like two more of these, and i'm already beginning to get sick of transcribing and posting all of this. It's exhausting, honestly.
Justice League Canada annual #1: Set in between Issues #24 and #25, this story features the occult side of the DC universe. More specifically, it features Eclipso and The Enchantress playing a game of deception with the Justice League: pitting the team's members against the team of redeemed supervillains (the new league). It's team against team, as only captain marvel/shazam, deadman and ma'alefa'ak end up going up against the real threat.
The story ends due to the ma'alefa'ak and deadman calling upon The Protectors to help them repel Eclipso and The Enchantress. They manabe to successfully do this (Doctor Fate temporarily banishes eclipso, and the others manage to render The Enchantress unconscious. But before the battle's over, the enchantress curses deadman: his spirit ends up bound to the Justice League Canada's headquarters for a year, meaning he'll be stuck haunting them for the next 12 issues.
But with Eclipso and The Enchantress gone, the Justice League Canada and the New League make peace. But ashamed of their actions, the Justice League Canada lose most of their members with this issue. Although the New League keeps most of their members. But really, this story ties in to one of my big DC comics ideas: The War between the Lords of Order and the Lords of Chaos (which is set to culminate in a dramatic story involving the Anti-Monitor.
Justice League Canada members:
1. Blue Beetle (Ted Kord)
2. Aqsarniit
3. The Angel of Dawn/Ange de L'aube (Samantha Guizzon)
4. Captain Marvel/Shazam (Billy Batson)
5. Gypsy (Cynthia Reynolds)
6. Red Tornado
7. Booster Gold (Michael Jon Carter)
8. Green Lantern III (Guy Gardner)
9. The Red Bee (Richard Raleigh)
10. Deadman (Boston Brand)
The New League members:
1. Captain Cold (Leonard Snart)
2. Harley Quinn (Harleen Quinzel)
3. Heat Wave (Mick Rory)
4. Poison Ivy (Pamela Isley)
5. Ma'alefa'ak J'onzz
6. The Calculator (Noah Kuttler)
7. Livewire (Leslie Willis)
8. Captain Boomerang
9. The Shade
10. Deadshot
The Protectors:
1. Martian Manhunter (J'onn J'onzz)
2. Doctor Fate (Kent Nelson)
3. Ocean Master (Orm Marius)
4. Solomon Grundy
Battles:
Captain Cold and Heat Wave vs Blue Beetle and Booster Gold: These two may honestly be an even match. I'm gonna hand it to Ted and Michael, simply because of their superior tech. But Captain Cold and Heat Wave make just as strong a unit as Blue Beetle and Booster Gold. So it'd be an interesting match up.
Red Tornado and Gypsy vs Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn: Considering Red Tornado and Gypsy's romance is best described as a train wreck by this point, their team work is less than stellar. And when sent up against Harley and Ivy (two ladies who have an amazing team dynamic), it's no contest. Red Tornado may be able to do some serious damage to Harley, but I think Poison Ivy's pheromones a would beat Gypsy's illusions.
Captain Boomerang and Deadshot vs Green Lantern III (Guy Gardner): Two hot-heads, and one level headed ex-assassin. I honestly don't know who'd win this fight. I want to say Guy Gardner would, simply because of his power ring. But Deadshot and Captain Boomerang would surely make for formidable opposition.
The Red Bee vs The Calculator: Although The Calculator has all of his gadgets and tech wizardry at his disposal, The Red Bee is able to shrink small enough to mess with all of their internal mechanisms. Also, The Red Bee's stinger gun would surely pack a mighty punch. But The Calculator would more than likely suffer another mental breakdown after realizing a bee defeated him and his genius plans.
The Angel of Dawn/Ange de L'aube and Aqsarniit vs The Shade and Livewire: This one is a real toss up. But I think Shade would beat The Angel, while Aqsarniit defeats Livewire. Because although light is a powerful force, Shade can snuff out that light. And overpowering darkness is stronger than overpowering light (in my opinion). And considering Aqsarniit is an inuk demigod/nature spirit, i don't think Livewire stands much of a chance.
Captain Marvel/Shazam, Deadman and Ma'alefa'ak vs The Enchantress: Ma'alefa'ak and Captain Marvel working together could easily overpower The Enchantress physically, but I think Deadman trying to possess June Moone and override The Enchantress would be the killing blow here. Hence The Enchantress cursing Deadman.
The Protectors (Doctor Fate, Martian Manhunter, Solomon Grundy and Ocean-Master) vs Eclipso: This is the fight the whole story was building up to. Eclipso was once God's Angel of Vengeance, until his lust for blood got him exiled (and considering the old testament god regularly flooded the world and killed humans for disobedience, eclipso being too violent and crazy for him says something). But seeing as Eclipso is such a mighty foe, it's no wonder we need four powerful figures to even stand up to him.
And even The Protectors can't fully defeat him! Doctor Fate can only banish him temporarily. But Eclipso is strong. He'll be back. And the only thing that can stop him would be a force on his level. Another godly being, more or less.
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