#Canonball wounds

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

I've been thinking about how Ed starts directly killing people in s2e8. I've seen a lot of worry that this is tragic, that it's Ed falling back into a life he hates with more vigor, and I don't think it's meant to be understood that way at all.

I think it's a triumph.

One thing we absolutely have to understand: there has never been a time on the show when Ed wasn't killing people. That's true for all characters; this is a show about pirates. Even in s1, Ed was leading successful raids and ordering racists skinned. In a realistic sense, nothing has changed.

The difference is in how Ed does not need to construct intricate ways to distance himself from it anymore.

We know that Ed's first time killing was his abusive dad, an event that deeply traumatized him, and it left him thinking himself an absolute monster. His own capacity for violence disgusts and terrifies him, and even though he's been very successful in a very violent career, he needed to distance himself from killing people ("the fire killed those guys, not me") to avoid confronting this part of himself. He believes that the part of himself that is so capable of violence is irredeemable, a monster, unworthy of love.

Even at the start of the season, when Ed is in a self-destructive spiral, it's debateable if he's directly killing anyone. If Lucius had died, he'd probably have said the sea did it, not him. The guy we see him shoot during the raid sequence already had a knife through his chest - it's a step up, and surely meant to be understood as self-harm more than anything else, but that's still a mercy kill, if anything.

Compare to the finale of season 2. These are direct kills, there is no way to argue that Ed is not responsible. It is not debateable that Ed killed all those British officers.

A lot of the worry I've seen around this concern how Ed is going back to what he's good at (as Pop-Pop told him to), and there's an asusmption that that is killing people/violence. But that's not true, is it? Ed's never been good at killing people, his hangups around directly killing are a known character trait. So...what is Ed good at?

Think about how the scene plays out. Ed sees the Republic burning; he can only assume Stede is either captured, wounded, or dead. He's horrified and dazed, his ears ring - he kills the two British soldiers who happen upon him, he decided to fish up his Blackbeard outfit.

What is Ed actually good at? He's a good pirate, a good captain. He's good at keeping his crew safe, he's good at keeping Stede safe. He has to think he's either going to be embarking on a mission to get revenge or to save his boyfriend.

At first, I was very hesitant about the idea of Ed having to go back to piracy, which he says he hates. But what he was actually trying to do was drown Blackbeard, the part of himself he sees as so unworthy of love. He needed to see that Blackbeard is part of him, that he's not a monster or unloveable, that Blackbeard can help him save his friends and his boyfriend.

It's not a coincidencethat the show goes out of its way to make Ed's killing people in this episode as morally easy to accept as possible. The British officers we see are all racist and mean and unpleasant - like, damn, singing 'we shall never be slaves' while making Black characters serve them? Gross! They got what was coming to them! This is the 'racists deserve to die' show, after all.

And Ed uses this violence as a tool for love, to get him back to his boyfriend, to give them a triumphic reunion. I don't think it's a coincidence that this is when Ed tells Stede he loves him, either - he's come one step closer to accepting he's worthy of love, he's more ready to acknowledge what they have.

Ed doesn't have to feel bad about killing those officers. The show doesn't ask him to. He gets to retire while still wearing his Blackbeard outfit - Blackbeard gets to retire, not be drowned with a canonball in the ocean. And we're left with Ed, still with a lot of growing to do and a lot of self-discovery left, but he's closer to realizing that he's not a monster and that he's so deserving of love.

[achillesangst]

MASSIVE OFMD SPOILERS, BE WARNED

I’ve been seeing a lot of takes today about Izzy’s death which I disagreed with, but there’s one specific take that I want to actually address because I think it’s a really insidious way of blaming the audience for being upset.

I’ve seen a couple of posts and comments that are like “well everyone dies, (no kidding) and queer people die, and you can tell queer stories where queer people die and that’s ok, so you shouldn’t be mad at Izzy dying.”

And yeah. Of COURSE that’s true, we all know it is. I love a fair bit of queer media that ends DEVASTATINGLY, and that’s fine.

But the thing I take issue with here is that that is not what we were promised. That’s not what the show sold itself as. OFMD is a comedy, and more specifically it’s been sold to us repeatedly as a queer comedy for queer people. In fact, it adheres to its comedy status so stubbornly that sometimes I think it undercut the show’s emotional core. It’s a historical show where the silly little gay people get to be happy, and stuff like being stabbed in the liver is non fatal, and wounds only get infected if plot relevant and generally heal instantly, and people can be brained with a canonball and then walk away through the power of Mermaid Love. It was sold and discussed as a piece of queer media where it’s audience could relax, because we were safe. And then, when we’d all relaxed and stopped jumping at the stab wounds, we found out that we shouldn’t have lowered our defences at all.

I’m not angry that OFMD is a queer show that kills its characters. I’m angry that it’s a queer show that specifically and repeatedly said that this wasn’t going to be one of those shows, that this wasn’t going to conform to real history, and then killed off one of its most central, compelling old queers in the last 5 minutes.

[blorbologist]

📂📂📂

SORRY got a little busy - let's get those HCs!

Look: Grog and Percy will likely to be the first members of Vox Machina to die, assuming they live out their natural lifespans give or take. I HC that, as they age, they grow closer. No one else in VM understands the encroaching end, how old wounds now ache. The children they (helped) raise are still so young, being quarter-elves and gnomes - it dawns on them how few memories their loved ones will have of them, in the grand scheme of their long lives ahead. Consider Grog feeling weak and Percy's mind growing dull, the traits they take pride in being worn away. Both would likely be pretty frustrated by this, while taking comfort in the fact they survived this long at all despite the lives they lead. Also giving their families heart attacks with their latest hairbrained, half-planned scheme. They're engaged in a PVP exercise ball reenactment of the skull thing. They're seeing how high Grog can throw a bomb Percy made with shaking hands. There's a canonball contest. "GRANDPA NO!" "Grandpa yes."

Vex is in an awkward spot: longer-lived than her husband and Grog (and even some of her children - Tieflings have human lifespans :,) ), yet far shorter lived than the remaining three. I'd think she might get closer to her elven family, in her twilight years. Understanding a bit better the loss they inevitably go through over the centuries. I can see her remaining a fairly public figure well into old age, keeping Whitestone on the right track in Percy and Cass' stead. Getting involved in the legacies of all her shorter-lived friends: Zahra and Kash's kids, the Brigade sans Tary and Gilmore's Glorious Goods. Keeping pleasantly busy - she'll rest when she's with her husband, gods damn it, and not a moment before. (Before she goes, she promises Keyleth she'll say hello).

... which leaves the gnomes and Keyleth. They'll likely live to see generations and generations of their families come and go. Probably some impossible-feeling changes to the world, too - remember that Chetney was born before Tal'Dorei and the Dwendalian Empire were founded, probably before Ank'Harel was raised either! I think they'd likely realize down the line that they've got an absolute wealth of historical knowledge, often first-hand, and strive to document and protect it. Of course Scanlan would compose so many songs, but I think he might actually grow into that role of a bard Ioun saw in him. The knowledge-sharer, history-speeker, not the guy singing brawdy songs and lying liberally in his youth. Pike might write religious texts and hymns of her own with the help of her ex-husband. I wonder if the Slayer's Cake might outlast the Take it was named for, under her watch. And Keyleth... well.

(Bonus: do any of them forget the faces? Minds are so fallible. Do they realize, and commission mind-reading magic paired with artists to get portraits of those they've lost? Do they trust their minds until the very last? Does Keyleth gasp, when she sees Vax'ildan again, and he is not as she thought he would be? Is he even still Vax'ildan, after over a thousand years without anyone who knew him passing through his care?)

[bookishfeylin]

IT SHOULD NOT MATTER BUT IT DOES IN THIS WORLD.

What I am doing is calling out the fact that "people with certain character traits represented on a screen" should not affect how humans view one another's value.

But it does. I live in the real world where this CURRENTLY DOES MATTER. It has, and it will for the foreseeable future. Because the media reinforces stereotypes, stereotypes that can lead to VIOLENCE. And a PROVEN way of fixing this is with POSITIVE REPRESENTATION. Because when we all get used to seeing diversity, differences suddenly matter way less.

You can't heal a cannonball wound by shooting a different style of cannonball into it.

No but I and others are left trying to SURVIVE a canonball wound. And we have a solution—good representation, but you reject that as a gauze for the canonball wound because you don’t like it. And unlike a firing back at a canonball with a canonball, portraying Black people as good is not the same as portraying them as bad and causing violence against them, actually. It’s not evil, like reinforcing racial stereotypes is. It’s a false equivalence. Again: fix the sundown towns and then you, oh wise one, are welcome to sit on your high horse and preach.

All you're arguing for, right now, is enabling these people. Enabling racists. And what does that make you, do you think?

I got blocked. People tend to do that after a while of engaging someone they don't agree with. But I think this topic is too important to let pass by. Here's the response I was typing before the blocking got the post deleted out from under me:

Please read this: I am not denying the facts that some people are racist. I am also not denying the fact that you, or racist people, or people in general, all feel things about one another (sometimes, things specifically about our worth and value) thanks to "people with certain character traits represented on a screen."

Again: I am not denying the above statements.

What I am doing is calling out the fact that "people with certain character traits represented on a screen" should not affect how humans view one another's value. At all.

I am saying, the fact that we, as a culture, ever got to the place where "being up on screen", or "being portrayed a certain way up on screen," or "HAVING A CERTAIN COLOR OF SKIN" = "you have value or exist," WAS ALWAYS. WRONG.

That was always the problem.

You certainly can't make it right with the same type of thinking. You can't heal a cannonball wound by shooting a different style of cannonball into it.

[robespapier]

French Revolution Halloween costume ideas that aren’t zoombie Marie Antoinette with a guillotine wound: 

(Disclaimer: I have no idea how to put in practice most of them in an easy and cost-effective way) 

Zombie Robespierre with a guillotine AND a jaw wound 

Olympe de Gouges with a 16 or 24 canonball strapped to her foot 

Charlotte Robespierre in Fouché’s iconic red coat (she killed him)

Fouché with his fake Robespierre hit lists 

A giant SNAKE in Fouché’s iconic red coat

David drinking the hemlock (”with an empty glass, or no glass at all”, @frevandrest‘s idea)/duo costume idea: Robespierre with a bottle labeled “hemlock” or a bouquet of hemlock flowers, looking for David. 

Saint-Just and his one fork

Saint-Just, Le Bas, and their mustaches

Saint-Just and a decapitated fern

military Saint-Just in a bicorn (but everyone thinks you’re Napoléon)

Saint-Just in his bath (but everyone thinks you’re Marat)

Saint-Just shoe collecting for the Armies 

Charlotte Robespierre (in one of her amazing Les Visiteurs 3 outfits) and a pot of jam

Fabre d’Eglantine singing il pleut il pleut bergère 

Half-naked Jean-Jacques Rousseau

Reine Audu cosplaying as Marat (from Un peuple et son roi)

Robespierre and a pyramid of oranges

If the Directoire is allowed at the party: show up in a curtain and with a flower pot on the head (@frevandrest’s idea) 

Feel free to add more!

[wickedpact]

it’s 3 am and I have been punched in the skull with headcanon that whenever joe/nicky burns themself on the stove or gets a paper cut or any minor wound the other immediately pretends to kiss it better as it heals. I imagine Joe must’ve started it and still adds some dramatic acting flourish as he tends to his beloved, whereas Nicky has no time for the games and treats it as his stern responsibility to heal his husband with kisses.

joe when he gets hit in the torso with a canonball: dont worri gu ys im goobd

joe when he gets a papercut: nicky. 🥺 hey nicky. 🥺🥺 heyyy neeeekeeee look 🥺🥺 look i 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i got hurt look 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[nnightskiess]

‧₊° 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

‧₊° 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: y/n thinks it’s a fun idea to climb the waterfall fatin found, but leah doesn’t agree.

���𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥

Leah floated on her back through the water, enjoying how it washed away all worries for the time being. She didn’t think of survival and forgot the burns on her skin or the usual worries clouding her mind. She zoned out the laughter and chatter of the rest of the girls and only focused on her breathing. 

“I’m gonna jump off the waterfall.” Y/N stated bluntly after playfully being pushed underwater by Toni.

“Yeah?” Toni challenged, “I’d like to see you try.”

“Watch me.”

Fatin and Dot’s loud cheering made Leah open her eyes again. She watched to see what the chaos was about when her eyes fell on Y/N who tried to climb the slippery rocks up to the top of the waterfall. Leah’s peace and tranquility was gone with a snap of a finger. She sat up and whipped her head to look at the other girls, but no one seemed to think it was risky. They only cheered her on. 

“Y/N!” She yelled, causing the younger girl to look back, “Be careful!”

Y/N sent her a thumbs up. She looked concentrated, her tongue out of her mouth, yet reckless at the same time. Leah watched with baited breath as the girl barely took any time to watch out for slippery surfaces, she just randomly put her feet wherever she could before pulling herself up again. 

The girl held onto the edge with her underarms and tried to pull herself up, only to stumble slightly when one of her feet slipped away. The girls fell quiet and so did Y/N. Only when the young girl managed to hoist herself up and turn around, standing on the side of the waterfall, did they begin cheering again. 

“Oh! She persevered! Dot laughed. 

“What did you say? I can’t hear you from all the way up here!” Y/N joked, making Leah roll her eyes halfheartedly, suppressing a grin by biting her lip.

“She said you’re a big goof!” Shelby yelled.

“Damn right I am!” Y/N grinned and did a silly dance. 

Leah smiled, “Now come back down, please.” It was fun, but she rather had the girl with her two feet safely on the ground.

Y/N nodded, her concentrated look back on her face. She slowly walked from the rocky side of the waterfall to the middle, the water hitting her legs with a harsh force. She stood steady, trying to fight the current.

Y/N looked down momentarily, suddenly realising how high up she really was. “Yeah... okay.” She mumbled to herself before looking to how she got up. That definitely wasn’t an option. 

“What is she doing?” Martha held her hand up to shield her eyes from the sun. Leah immediately furrowed her brows.

“God, don’t tell me she’s scared.” Toni bit her lip in worry. “Fuck, she is, isn’t she?”

“Um-” Leah started, “Just jump, don’t look.” It was a lame way to comfort her, but she felt panicked and out of her reach with the distance between them.

“Come on, champ!” Fatin cheered again from the side of the pond, hoping this would have the same desired effect. Everyone started clapping and cheering along. Everyone except for Leah, who still bit her lip in frustration. She watched the girl’s internal conflict.

“Seriously though, should one of us go up there?”

“N-No, just... give her another minute.”

“Yeah- okay!” Was suddenly heard from above, “I’ll come down.” 

The cheering got louder but was replaced by yells and gasps when Y/N slipped and fell on her side before falling down the waterfall. They wasted no time and swam towards her.

“Why isn’t she coming up?”

Everyone turned to Rachel who took in a deep breath and disappeared below the surface, only returning with the girl in her arms a few seconds later. She held Y/N under her armpits and with help of the others, brought her to the edge of the water. Leah had her on her lap within a second, wiped away the wet locks out of the girl’s face before examining her body for any injuries. 

Y/N hissed and whimpered when Leah’s fingers brushed against her bare shoulder— she had scraped it onto the rocks and the wound started to bleed again after they had gotten her out of the water.

“Dot?” Leah’s voice wavered. 

Dot leaned over and examined the girl’s shoulder, she winced, “Yeah, that hurts. But it’s nothing serious. It’ll bruise, but if we clean the wound it’s going to heal just fine. I don’t think it’ll leave a scar.”

Leah wiped her lips with her tongue before biting them, a nervous habit of hers. 

Y/N’s soft laughter filled their ears, “That was one hell of a canonball dive.” 

Leah rolled her eyes playfully before helping the girl sit up into her lap. She carefully put her arms around her and nuzzled her nose against Y/N’s temple. 

Y/N had a goofy grin on her face and seemed flustered when Leah protectively placed a wet kiss behind her ear.

“Take notes.” Y/N mouthed to Toni, who snorted in return. 

Y/N was a big goof, but she was Leah’s big goof and she wouldn’t want it any other way.

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

How does OM Juleka healing factor work?

Like how fast is her regeneration?

I was rewatching deadpool and saw the scene of Deadpool with the baby hand and wondered if Juleka's healing factor also worked like Deadpool's healing factor

Think Hellsing Ultimate with the red blood magic looking thing just shimmering forward and appearing as a new whatever but also you sorta see the muscles and bones growing back literally.

It takes about a whole minute to regrow a limb but only cause Regeneration is her best skill as a vampire rn and a larger wound like- idk- a canonball through the stomach would take like 5-10.

Regeneration goes slower depending how much magic/blood she has in her system to regenerate at all

[quirkykayleetam]

The Cat-Napping Rescue

TW for Broken Bones and a nightmare.  The rest is all fluffy Hurt/Comfort!  A kid with a passion for picking up strays decides he’s adopted a generally beat-up mercenary too.

Branigran Leahy’s breath came in short, pained huffs that misted in the chill air before him.  Concentrate, he told himself.  Concentrate on breathing.  Concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other, hiding his limp as best he could from ordinary passers-by.  Broken.  It had to be broken.  If it wasn’t broken on first impact, it certainly was now.  He needed a place to rest, somewhere he could stay for at least 24 hours.  His regular hotels wouldn’t do and he didn’t have a safe house in this area.  So he kept walking.  One foot.  Wince.  Breath.  Another foot.  Breath.  Concentrate, Bran.  Concentrate.

The ex-Irish ranger stumbled back painfully as a brown-headed six-year-old with a half-open backpack canonballed into his (luckily) good leg.

“Bran, Bran, Bran, you’ll never believe what happened today!  I lost a tooth!  Well, that was a few weeks ago… But TODAY…”

While Bran quickly lost the gist of Theo’s words, he let small, sticky fingers pull him forward towards a repainted stoop.  Bran didn’t mean to stop.  He meant to let Theo run inside to the promise of after-school treats while he continued his shuffle to gods only knew where.  Moira’s raised eyebrow made him pause.

“Uh huh,” it told him.  “You just try to hobble along on two compound fractures and see that I don’t drag you back here by your collar and tie you down without painkillers.”

He did not want to risk it.

Instead, Bran staggered toward her.  Ducking his head, he bit back his most colorful swears.  Maybe it was the exhaustion talking, but he couldn’t think of anything more painful than climbing that set of stairs.

When he reached the top, Bran wanted nothing more than to rest his head against the door, but Moira stopped him with an outstretched palm.  Bran handed over his weapon’s belt without question.  She stuck her hand out again.  That made him smile.  She remembered.  Balancing unsteadily on his good leg, Bran pulled out the four knives he kept hidden in his boots.  Then Moira didn’t just move aside.  She took one look at Bran’s ashen face and shifted to him.  Taking on half his weight, she half-carried him inside towards her shit excuse for a medical kit and Theo’s excited talking.

Branigan went through his mission’s intel time and time again.  It was spotty, but that was to be expected with the corporation he was working with.  He didn’t pick the jobs that were safe.  He picked the ones that were worth doing.  After scouting his infiltration spot for days, Bran didn’t just have one plan; he had 20.  He was supposed to retrieve a piece of intel from the building, exit as quietly as possible, and deliver the “package” to his employers in another part of the city before disappearing and laying low until they deemed it was safe.  Of course, no one could tell him where in the building the intel was.  That was, as they put it, “part of what they paid him the big bucks for.”

Everything went according to plan.  Everything, that is, until the intel was nowhere to be found.  Rubbing his forehead with the back of a sweaty palm, Bran subtly tipped off the guards he had skillfully avoided until that point.  It was a last ditch play; if he could see what seemingly mundane space they tried to protect, maybe he could find what he was looking for.  Luckily, it worked.  Unluckily, it sent Branigan careening out one of his least favorite escape routes: a perilous dive from a high, narrow slit of a window onto a rooftop two stories below.  Bran reorganized his timetable midair.  He calculated how precious little time he had to jog blocks of back alley ways to the drop site.  He hit slate tile hard and rolled just too late to realize the fault in his trajectory.  His ankle hit the ground wrong, collapsing under his weight and the fall.  Snap!  Branigan yelled wildly as fire shot through him.

“Breathe!” he admonished himself, prying open his eyes only to see popcorn ceiling.  Yellow floral drapes.  And a very heavy six-year-old pressing agonizingly into his newly splintered leg.

“Hey mate,” he said, nearly biting his tongue in an effort to shift the kid sideways without igniting more fire in his wound.  “What...uh...what’cha doing there?”

In response, Theo squeezed his eyes tight and let out a loud whirring sound deep in his throat.

Branigan blinked.  He blinked again.  Nothing in 29 years of his life could have prepared him for this.  He immediately abandoned his attempts to get Theo off his broken leg, afraid the KID was broken.

“Theo?” he said as softly as he could.  “You’re gonna have to help me out here.”

The kid in question rolled his eyes.

“I’m a cat.”

“Well, you sound like a rusted airplane,” Bran said, finally managing to shift Theo’s weight off his break.  “Is this your way of telling me you want some milk?  Because I’m a bit waylaid at the moment.”

“Nooooo!”  Theo rolled his eyes.  Damn, the kid had big eyes.  “We got this book.  It’s really big.  Almost as big as...as a lamp when it’s all stood up.  And it’s got every cat breed ever in it!  THAT’S why I was purring!”

Branigan failed to see the connection.

“When cats purr, it vibrates their bodies all special.  That helps make pain go away and heal things like, like broken bones and stuff.”  Theo looked at Bran from under his lashes.  “Mom works real hard to make you better.  I wanted to help too.”

How could Bran resist that?

The mercenary operative reached down to ruffle Theo’s hair, mussing it up as best he could until the kid started laughing.

“So, what kind of cat are you?”

“I’m a Bengal!  They like to swim, just like me!”

“You got any Irish cats in that big book?”

Theo scrunched up his nose, then shook his head.

“No...but you can be an Irish Wolfhound!  They’re long and scraggly like you!” Theo dropped his voice to a whisper.  “Just don’t tell mom.”

“Why not?”

Theo giggled.  “Dogs aren’t allowed on the couch.”

“As Theo well knows from a very recent, very serious talk with our landlord,” Moira said, stalking into the room, “no cats or dogs or birds or mice or non-human creatures of any kind are allowed anywhere in this apartment.”

“Mooooom,” Theo complained.  Moira merely raised a finger.

“But since Mr. Branigan is not a stray and I have already tested him for rabies, I supposed he can stay the night under one condition.”

Both the boy and the mercenary turned towards Moira attentively.

“That is that he does not pee on the couch.”

With that, she fell forward into a tickle fight with Theo as he complained “Moooom, that was only ONE TIME!”  Bran didn’t even notice as the jumble of motion at his feet jostled his leg.  It was the first time he had seen Moira smile.

The next morning, Branigan Leahy woke before dawn.  He silently recovered his weapons from Moira’s top shelf and limped toward the door.  Stumbling down the stairs in the predawn air, he realized he had been wrong the night before.  Going up to that door was nowhere near as painful as leaving it behind.

Tagging the ‘Nappers (Let me know if you want to be added or taken off):  @softazelma, @undersketchdraws, @redwingedwhump, @friendly-neighborhood-frog, @yeetiestofyoots, @aquaace, @blue-flare10, @straight-to-the-pain, @abouttemperedgrace.

[prongsmydeer]

Ayesha Liveblogs Class Action Park

“Gene was effectively kicked off of Wall street. So he did what anybody in this situation would do... buy up two ski resorts in Vernon, New Jersey.” That’s how I deal with all my career-related angst 

“Gene turned to his old buddy Bob Brennan, always there to find cash or investors any time Gene had a wild new idea” bdjdjjfkdbf find u a friend like Bob, I guess?

“Who we got? How about these teenage employees” oh NOOO

If your employer makes you call him Uncle maybe that’s a warning sign 

Gene giving his teen employees $100 every time he puts their lives in unparalleled danger has a similar energy as my dad giving me $5 when I was sad but 150 million times worse 

You know, if they had advertised the slide as a slide that could bite you like a shark, they might’ve been able to play off the teeth thing in their stride (in any case Slidey McBitey did not slow them down?)

“You couldn’t go down the canonball loop if you were too small, you couldn’t go down if you were too big” the Goldilocks of Dangerous Water Park Features

The way that everyone in this documentary says ‘water’ as ‘worder’ is very Jersey

I mean it absolutely doesn’t surprise me that there were no engineers involved in this but wow that’s a choice

The animations in this documentary in place of stock footage are truly on another level:

The accompanying dialogue to these images: People who Six Flags or Disney wanted nothing to do with; these guys would literally track Gene down at amusement industry conventions. You can tell these guys went and did bumps of coke and went just [unintelligentible] fuckin’ let’s just drill a slide right in the fuckin’ middle of the mountain and it’ll shoot ‘em 20 feet in the fuckin’ air--

“It was not fit for a safe ride by the average person in public” you don’t say, Bob Krauhlik, Head Lifeguard

I mean those like... bubbles for people to roll around in exist? Why couldn’t Gene have invested money in developing those in the seventies and just had people go down a very slight hill? Must EVERYTHING in this park be a deathtrap

The fact the Ball Man (presumably) survived the ride collapse, the freeway, and falling into a swamp,,, invincible

“We started sending employees off of [the airborne slide]” These guys really needed a union

“He’s gone on to lead a normal life” jhfkjhkjf the disclaimer

Honestly a built-in bidet/lota situation in a water slide doesn’t sound bad

Gene fulfilling my lifelong dream to get to lay on the baggage rollers at an airport

“The Aqua Skoot was also home to a thriving bee nest” I hope the bees were okay!!

“You’re probably concussed, and you have like a hundred and fifty people from New Jersey just being like ‘Pussy! You fuckin’ bitch!” this sounds in line with everything I know about New Jersey

“No lifeguard every blew a whistle and was like, ‘Hey stop chanting the word ‘pussy’ at this injured, bleeding person’“ I would pay money to see any lifeguard I know say that

Bob Krauhlik said: The first rule of Action Park is we don’t talk about our suppressed traumatic memories of Action Park

“Just literally imagine teenagers you know right now opening an amusement park” As someone who knows MANY teenagers this scenario sounds terrifying

“I was a good girl, so I wasn’t really involved in much of the shenanigans that took place” if u say so Faith

“I may have attended one [party]” HA I knew it 

This cattleprod story reminds me in a horrible way of a Paris Metro authority memory but long story short people will try to attack you physically if they think u cheated a $3 ticket; capitalism warps the brain

“But if we’re so bad, why don’t they just make a new town?” I’ve never heard a whiter sentence in my life

“He was a cool dude” [cut to] “I think he was a piece of shit” POETIC CINEMA

Gene annoying the state of New Jersey into relinquishing their land... incredible 

“Gene was free from the pesky state of New Jersey” is that what it says on the sign when you cross state lines into Pennsylvania 

“It might’ve attracted a more, say, working class clientele” ah the water park class divide

I don’t know what kind of mindset for just bodily-functioning all over the pool but I hope I never reach that point 

You really should need a sobriety test to operate anything motorized I think they could’ve made thousands on a Go-Kart breathalyzer

“It had a top speed of over 60 miles an hour, it was worth it” said Ed the Park Operations Manager, about driving a go-kart on the highway

“Action Park had full-on, Miami Vice-grade speed boats, where riders regularly tempted fate by treating them like bumper boats, a common action, that would send many a guest tumbling into a pond murky from leaked gas and oil, and known by employees to be infested with snakes” Somehow that sentence got worse and worse with time

The guy who literally crushed another person with his boat and then moved to the next ride: I pretend I did not do it

“He wound up getting getting ejected from the park” they said, about a person literally attempting to set other patrons on fire:

Bob the Lifeguard really speaks with way too much fondness in his voice of trying to throw carts on top of people sliding down a fibreglass and concrete slide

“On an an average day, you would have 50 to 100 people injured” the 80s were a lawless time 

“Gene Mulvihill had a vision of a place where there were no rules - something between Ayn Rand and Lord of the Flies” strike that this is the whitest sentence I’ve ever heard

HAHAHAHA I can’t believe the lawyer is now explaining Action Park with the argument that the 80s were a lawless time

“[D*nald Tr*mp] realized it was too wild, too nuts even for him” kjghkgjhkg this comment aged poorly 

The audacity of this man to blatantly exhaust everyone into submission

Kayaks did nothing to deserve being associated with electrocuting water park attendees 

Every time I think this documentary can’t get worse they introduce a new concept like The Death Zone at the Grave Pool 

“They expected to drown at the Action Park Wave Pool“ DID THEY, BOB? DID THEY REALLY?

“Nobody should ever be the second person to die in a wave pool, you know why? ‘Cause after the first person dies in a wave pool, close the fuckin’ wave pool!” Chris the Comedian has summed up this entire documentary in two sentences 

This documentary has intentionally saved the worst for last this whole interview with the family of the (first) deceased is deeply upsetting 

The Wave Pool death happened a week before the Kayak death??? THEY DIDN’T EVEN CLOSE FOR A WEEK???????

“Its time came and went” IS THERE EVER A TIME FOR A WATERPARK WHICH KILLS MULTIPLE PEOPLE 

Weird that the woman whom Gene got fired from her job and who deposed him became his friend

“Was he a villain or a victor” I think that’s a false dichotomy you can be victorious at villainy 

“The spirit of Action Park lives on today in the Fyre Festival” Correct me if I’m wrong but I don’t remember Fyre Fest killing anyone

“Fyre Festival’s bullshit, man. Gene gave you everything he fuckin’ promised you” grievous injury???

There’s also something weirdly poetic about the name of the park going back and forth from Mountain Creek to Action Park and vice versa every few years 

I’m gonna leave off with this not: Not a single visible minority was interviewed for this documentary as a park attendee or employee and while that’s probably more a product of selection bias and New Jersey it’s also all the argument you need for diversity in any field. Diversity of thought and culture does not a loop-de-loop-death trap make 

[herose]

➤      @cravesfreedom​​   asked   :    “   you’re too drunk to be alone.  ”   /   rafael, pre-canon 

❝   ––   well,  i  want  to be.   ❞    bitterness is gravel in his throat,  scraping his words rough and raw.   the contents of his cup treat the wound,  but the pain of today’s news still sears in his chest.   drunk is better than dealing it. because if he’s angry, he doesn’t have to deal with his grief. with the hand he’s played in his own disappointment. 

but rafael doesn’t leave.   rafael never leaves.   and that’s what twists the metaphorical knife in landon’s chest.   just yards away,  the party rages on.   girls dance on table tops.   some asshole canonballs in to the deep end.   but here in some stranger’s front driveway,  landon sits,  knees tucked against his chest,  rolling a pebble under his worn converse.   wordlessly,  he hands rafael his drink  :   an offering. 

❝   i let myself have   h o p e   this time,   ❞   he whispers begrudgingly in to the night.   can’t bring himself to meet raf’s eyes as he breaks the news.   ❝   i talked to my case worker earlier today.   seems like maria and hector are done collecting my check.   i get a new placement next week.   ❞

[chillin-at-partys-bar]

👑 + CHERISE

SEND ME 👑 + A CHARACTER NAME OF A CHARACTER YOU THINK I SHOULD WRITE !

You’re STILL CHEATING looool

WOULD I: YES / MAYBE / NO

-Elia is an OC of mine who also may be appearing on this blog soon.

HAVE I EVER BEFORE: YES / NO

-She was one of my characters in an RP based on One Piece on Gaiaonline. It took place 100 years after the current series, so she has a devil fruit that is technically taken in this timeline. So a little reworking, but she’ll be fine. 

ICON & WRITING SAMPLE (IF YES TO EITHER PREV. QUESTION):

(This is a post taken straight from that RP. She falls in and out of love very easily. She is a super serious character. SUPER SERIOUS)

So this battle was like, really intense and Cherise still hadn't decided which side she was rooting for. And then it happened. He pointed towards her and... and he spoke to her. The hunky man with multiple forms swore to protect her with his life. That kind of love confession didn't happen every day, and Cherise felt herself swoon. Yes. She would follow him until the ends of the Earth. Her true love. And he was fighting so hard for her. But then, oh dear, the other hot man spoke. The man with no friends and a vengence against pirates. It sounded like he needed a hug. Or some love. Maybe he was hurt because he thought that the first guy had already laid claim to Cherise? Maybe that's why he had no friends. And in a jealous rage he was going to wipe all pirates from existence? How romantic! A little bit extreme, but true love was always like that. Ugh. Now it was back to choosing the flavor of ice cream. Cute Guy A or Cute Guy B. A thought in her mind went why not both? and she began to think on it further. Why not both? They clearly held some sexual tension here. And that would be quite hot. Cute Guy A could get more arms too? Then he could definitely handle two at once! And that was when the rudest possible thing could have happened. A not cute guy had appeared near her and just started to attack. No. Cherise had to watch how this played out. This was her future in love we're talking about! "Excuse you! I'm watching this!" The girl waited until the enemy was close to her, eyes fiery with anger at missing her two lovers' quarrel with each other. She switched her use of her pistol, utilizing the brass knuckles on the handle. Now, Cherise was normally a sniper. But she could still throw a punch when her true loves were on the line. She wound up and punched hard, as soon as she made contact she set her own arm to burst- using the Pamu-Pamu no mi's power. The explosion was loud and large, but she worked to ensure it wasn't large enough to get any of her friends- only the enemy jerkface who had just tried to ruin her perfect meeting with both of her future husbands. By the time she had managed to defeat the creep after her and avoid some of the canonballs that had gotten near, the battle between the two hot guys was over and she felt a sadness and an anger. Stupid creep making her miss all the good stuff. But then she saw the condition Cute Guy B was in. He was so hurt, unconscious, bleeding, will her love die like this? "The ice cream... melted," she was forgetting about her battle again as she neared the two warriors and her captain. Approaching the wounded man she knelt by his side, the blood not bothering her. After all, she was a woman- she had probably seen more blood in a couple months than a lot of men would see in their lifetime. Besides, this was her Melted Ice Cream Cute Guy. She wouldn't let something like bodily fluids stand between her and true love. The other Cute Guy was still really cute and he had declared his love, but if their three-thing was going to work then one of the three couldn't be unconscious, "We should help him, I won't leave him like this," was all she said as she dared to put a hand out to touch his hard muscly body. Oh yeah. Both. Both is good.

[lostcauses-noregrets]

I have a question. How did Levi get that cut on his face? He's holding the blade at a completely different angle as the spear goes off, he'd have to like lower his arm rotate his elbow and turn the blade around to get it to hit the right side of his face like that. Also how fricking tightly was he holding the thing that it pulled off his fingers? It's not like his fingers were forced in place, wouldn't he just let it go instead of getting his fingers ripped off? Isayama do you even physics?

Anonymous asked: 

I might be looking too much into this, but I can’t help but think Levi lost more than two fingers based on that panel. I’m trying to figure out what would cause that to happen and I just can’t figure it out. Also, if you look around the handle, there isn’t just grass. There is something else there next to it, and it looks like fabric. So I’m beginning to wonder if there’s something else attached to those fingers that we can’t see…. just a thought. A bad thought, but a thought.

Hope you don’t mind me answering both these asks together.  There’s been a lot of angsting about Levi’s poor wee fingers, and no wonder!  

As I see it, Levi’s injuries are consistent with shrapnel wounds caused by blast trauma. So the wounds in his face were probably caused by fragments of the exploding thunder spear casing, or possibly splinters from the wagon, rather than his own blade. And his fingers would have been blown off by the sudden force of the detonation.  He wouldn’t have had time to let go of the blade, even if he was only holding it loosely.  We don’t know if these two li fingers are the only thing Levi has lost, as we haven’t seen his hands or arms yet :’(  I do think that the object to the left of the blade handle is a rock though, there are two others in the picture and it looks similar.  That’s what I’m holding out for at least. Sadly I suspect Levi also has internal injuries caused by the blast but i’m  hoping that the same magical Ackerman healing properties that mended Mikasa’s ribs, will do the business there. 

[Fun fact….During the 18th / 19th century a large number of deaths during naval engagements were caused, not by canon shot or musket, but by splinters;  lethally sharp pieces of wood that shattered from the ships’ hulls under the impact of canon balls. “Wind of ball” was another cause of death and injury brought about by the shock wave of a canonball travelling at high velocity past the chest or abdomen.  Seamen killed by wind of ball, often bore no visible injuries, but died instantly.  Levi’s injuries look a lot like splinter wounds to me.]

[olivertreespirit-blog]

battle princess ~

** the conclusion of the elven chronicles trilogy ~ **

book i : beyond the stars

chapter i : battle princess ~

space sucks you can't smoke there

i guess i should start by explaining why we're in space; and of course by we i mean me and my brother, shade

my name's pixie not pixie, princess of forlorn, the death princess; but pixie the ii, her daughter

battle princess

we're in space so we can confirm or placate a theory put forward by the royal council that there could be other civilizations other kinds of life forms on the outer moons of acemia; after all some of them have their own orbitting planets

and after all there are all kinds of life on acemia; elves, fae, humans, dragons ..

speaking of dragons, the only person on our ship i haven't introduced you to is my pet enchanted baby dragon gargoyle, knoll; he was my moms our "dad" made him for her

i say "dad" weird

we are enchanted children

our father was damian warlock, the avatar of forlorn, who left forlorn when at last it knew peace to find his long-lost love in the stars, a constellation named lyra we were hoping (supposed in fact) to meet him

knoll was actually playing with shade right meow

"sup wizard?! ~ " i greeted him cheerily ~

"shade put three kinds of fruit in the fruit boogler and it made pretty colors!!!!!" knoll screamed indeed they had, and the room of our spaceship i had just walked into was filled with fractal swirling rainbow colors like a water droplet

"why didn't he put the lid on? .." i answered instinctively, though i was laughing at myself for even asking as well as at my brother

"-that- was knoll's idea!!!" shade insisted "sure it was," i teased back grinning

"are we any closer to a destination port? did you check just now or .. ?"

"no, i didn't think to, sorry; i was making sure we still had enough charge set aside for the elexa if we see damian .." "good thinking .."

with that, we both sort of just stared off into .. well, space

knoll was passionately slurping all of the boogled fruit juice out of the air, flying and bobbing around in dizzying circles which we were both a bit used to after so long in space

"shade? .." "yeah? .." "do you think we'll find him? damian? .."

shade seemed to think for a second

"of course we will .." he finally answered me "good guys always win" "that's right," he made me smile, "good guys always win .."

it had been our motto since we were growing up together in acemia ~

chapter ii : shade ~

pixie seemed quite .. wistful, as she had most of this trip

we were both quite eager and .. curious to meet our enchanted father, damian warlock, the man who had according to legend guided acemia from behind the scenes until the days of change

knoll's giddy exuberant air barrage upon my dissipated fruit smoothy had settled down into a decidedly full and happy bob that trailed across the room to land on a throw pillow on the spacecouch

"what do you think he's like? .." she asked, with the wide eyed expression my sister got when she was thinking beyond what normal humans had the thoughts to think, the way enchanted children do

"crazy .." i answered, smiling "he's like us i'd imagine .." "yeah .." she smiled

with that, i decided i really did want to know if we were any closer to well .. anything

space travel is not the super exciting

i honestly think we should enchant artificial creatures to do it .. like knoll, only maybe without a personality that would be just as bored as we were

not that a spaceship isn't the coolest thing in the world

or space rather

so i got up to check while pixie resolvedly joined knoll in lazing on the space couch

"pixie? .." i called back to her, when i'd had a chance to look at the light screen forecaster

"mhmglorp? .. ~ "

"do you know what this pink light is near alphastarus aiphax? .."

"no .. ?" she answered slowly

"hmmm .."

with that, the nearbye celestial body indicator i'd noticed started blinking

"what does it mean if it's blinking? .."

"we've never had a spaceship before dear .."

"no, i don't suppose we have .."

and nobody bothered to give us any proper training? you might ask but that was not the way space travel works

there's no telling what you'll have to prepare for until you're no longer terrabound

so damian had left acemia with an enchanted ship that could foresee things the way he could

right now it was foreseeing something quite near us .. something that was blinking

"should we .. man the stations? .."

"we should probably just follow our instincts .." she answered wisely

"yuppers .." i responded in similar wisdom

chapter iii : strangers

we had never had a blinking celestial body indicator before

for that matter, we'd never had a celestial body indicator it was our first

could this be another life form new and strange to acemia? .. i decided to ready the elexa

when i did, the voice that came through almost all too soon was indeed expectedly alien, and for an instant i felt what it must have felt like when humans first met elves or fae .. but then the enchanted translators built into the elexa kicked on and the voice was decidedly human, only in a toungue that .. was not native to acemia

"shade? .. come here .." he did

"blarglblurbleyeegwobrepeat you are tresspassing, and if you do not turn around and return to your native planet we will destroy you with all the destruction destructively!!!"

well .. maybe it was human

i instinctively did the talking so shade could think extra for both of us

and because i hoped a female voice might calm this .. person

"i'm sorry if we are tresspassing near your skies .. we are an exploratory ship .."

"tresspassing, tresspassing, tresspassing!!!" the all too human voice repeated insisting

"we will destroy you with all the destructive destruction!!! you shall be destroyed for tresspassing!!!"

"we are not trespassing .." shade couldn't help himself "we intend to fly past your planet without landing, .." he decided for us

"you are trespassing!!! you will be destroyed with all the destruction of destruction!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

okay so .. these were obviously humans, but .. unless they were under some kind of mindless incantation ..

it seemed that we had stumbled upon a forgotten warlike colony of acemia

"with all the destuctive destruction!!!" the voice continued insisting "we are the most destructive!!!!!!!!!!!"

at this point i wasn't sure if they actually were planning on destroying us or perhaps just our ship so they could conduct some sort of strange and primitive experiments on us, as if we weren't in fact human ..

i was scared

"we don't want any trouble .." shade pleaded

"you are trouble!!! strangers are trouble!!! you are trouble!!!!!!!"

i secretly resolved no matter what anyone said to never try to colonize anywhere

especially space

"fine, please just let us turn around .." shade finally gave in, and his voice mirrored my own disparagement that we might not get to see damian after all all too perfectly

"it's too late for that!!!! we are the most destructive!!!!!!!!!"

with that, the voice erupted in what i could only describe as a primitive warcry

"shade? .." his face mirrored mine in an instant of despair, followed by the resolution of power

"they didn't send normal folk, .." he answered me

"no, they didn't .." i answered back

"they sent the warlock and battle princess of acemia"

chapter iv : battle

in an instant there was a resounding crash that would've been as bad as it sounded if our spaceship hadn't been properly enchanted, and pixie and i knew we were about to be boarded by space humans

the unspoken communication passed between us

"what do we do? .. not get boarded"

pixie grabbed her usual weapon of choice, an enchanted epicsword and slung her longshooter over her shoulder

i grabbed the chubby and comotose knoll and my shooter strap

pixie hit the button that .. uhm .. ejected us into space

it was the moment of truth

not even the legendary damian warlock could survive in the cold lifelessness of outer space without enchantments that not even he could cast himself

but we were (somewhat something like) his kids

also we got lucky and just wound up blasting through the hull of the bordering space human ship into a full battlezone

knoll was actually the first to spring into action, with his trademark canonball move

i swear it wasn't because i panicked and threw the little booger

pixie's approach was a bit more finessed .. she glided through the air like an elven dancer, epicsword clutched above her head, ready to come down with a force of magic on whoever struck at her first

the creature she in fact obliterated headfirst turned out to not be a space human, but in fact the very thing i had been thinking of earlier .. an enchanted soldier sculpture

these space humans however barbaric then must not be truly inhuman .. they had magic

that we were about to destroy uhm with all the destructiveness

pixie landed feet first like a cat without slowing down and pivoted on her momentum, beheading three more stone soldiers in a swinging arc of the epicsword and elbowing a fourth's head into small pebbles

failing another pet enchanted baby gargoyle dragon to throw, i drew my twin spaceshooters

stone soldier heads exploded as bright searing neon lazers straffed the small spaceship cabin

pixie, having made herself a clearing to crouch in, followed my lead and used my cover fire to draw her longshooter and take out a door at the end of the hull

"let's move!"

i checked behind us briefly to make sure knoll was in fact awake and flying

chapter v : the space humans

shade was about as good in a fight as a very lazy uhm .. genius wizard

i swear i just knew in my heart he got that from our dad

but he had it where it counted, and his cover fire allowed me to get down the corridor we had stumbled into and up to another door

we had it in common .. we never missed

"get ready! .." i called to him "i dunno what's in here .." with that, longshooter braced, i pressed the button that opened the door to the next chamber

so these people, however frightening then, must not be truly inhuman .. they had buttons

in fact, it was the space humans, and not their stone soldiers, who greeted us in the next chamber

we could tell they hadn't expected us to make it to them

one way we could tell was that they weren't armed

so you know ..

we didn't kill them right away

before what must have been the chief space human had a chance to call in more stone soldiers, shade spoke instinctively

"stop!!!" he screamed "stop!!! stop!!! stop!!!"

the space humans froze, and .. seemed to react with .. respect

the thought hit both of us at the same time .. we almost smiled at each other

"why are you here?!? why are you here?!?!?!?!" the chief space human chanted

"we were just looking for neighbors!!!" "we were just looking for neighbors!!!" i echoed him

now they were really impressed

"we don't like unnannounced visitors," the space human shook its poor dejected head "we don't like unnannounced visitors..."

he went on .. as if thinking to himself

"we are a proud people... we are a proud people. we are a proud people!!!" he seemed not to know where to go from there

"we're proud of you .." shade seemed to know what to answer him

well we both did but he spoke it "we're proud of you!!"

the space humans again showed a look of surprised impressedment

"you are? you are?!?!?"

"you did make space travel before we did .." i inspired "you did make space travel before we did!"

"yes we did," the space human realized "yes we did!!"

"it's not our fault we wound up here .." shade shook his head explainingly "it's not our fault we wound up here!!"

i nodded agreeing with him

"but, are you friendly to us?" for once the space human actually seemed relatable .. just scared to be in a place it didn't understand, like we were "but, are. you. friendly. to. us?" ..

"if you're friendly to us!!" shade screamed at him "if you're friendly to us!!!!" we both reprimanded the very universe for allowing something like our exploding stone soldier battle to transpire

and with that, the space human showed something that proved it was in fact quite human indeed .. nobility

"see, that's how we feel. see, that's how we feel!!!"

"so we can be friends then? .." "so we can be friends then? .."

again sensibility flashed across the face of the once terrifying creature that seemed to be evolving in front of us

"you can stay if you want, you're cool," the space human gestured i guess he assumed toward the debris we'd left of his uhm .. cliff foot soldiers? .. i'll think of something good later but really around him at the powerful and wonderful universe "you're cool!!!"

book ii : as without so within

chapter vi : on to more space

in fact .. we didn't want to stay we were on a space mission

but we were sure that the space advanced space people would be more welcoming toward visitors, guests, even by their words anyone who wanted to stay on ..

we didn't know what their planet had been called

"pixie? .." "hm? .." "what should we call rock people and space people planet? .." i laughed

she laughed with me and seemed to think

"i was trying to think of a good name for the rock people earlier .."

"hmm .."

"planet of the stone soldiers"

"that's good .." the phrase spoke depths and seeming worlds meanings that we hoped the space people had come to see

"i love stoned soldiers!!!" knoll chanted "we're stone buddies!!!"

"where the hell have you been?!?! .." as the speed of battle passed us we exploded with laughter at the timely reappearance of our pet baby gargoyle dragon

"took a nap!!!" the poor dear griped "shade woke me up and threw me into somebody!!!" "sorry!!"

he seemed either to accept or not care that i was and flew back to the exact same throw pillow he'd been stonedly napping on earlier

pixie and i slung our weapons across the room and into but not onto the spacecouch so they sprawled on the floor around it along with our various knapsacks talismans and whatnots with the precision of true warriors

chapter vii : space face

we had the thought at the same time i suppose, as we often did ..

we should probably leave the elexa on so we could contact other intelligent life rather than just running into it

so we did

it was anywhere from minutes to hours .. absolutely fluk time in space absolutely fluk time in space

but then the second voice in space came through

"ppphhhhhbbblleeeeglorploblorphello? hello? hello hello?"

"hello!?" we exclaimed "who is this!?!?!" ..

"we are of your outer edge,," the creature answered ..

"you are peaceful ??"

"yes" we answered in unison .. there was no question about it

"acemia has know peace then ?? ??"

it was clear at this point that whatever we were speaking to was either of another intelligent species or .. at the very least quite different from the space humans we had encountered

"yes .. acemia knows peace .." it had been true since the times of change

"very very good !!" the alien answered

it was dawning on shade and i that we didn't feel scared like we had when we were talking to the space humans, even though they were so close to us .. this felt .. different

good

but the conversation had already trailed off

finally the silence seemed worth breaking

"can you communicate with minds ??"

shade and i looked at each other

if we had elven blood we could .. our "father" was a mystery

the voice that came through as the elexa returned to the peaceful silence of space was fluking clear as crystal

"peace and love"

"peace and love" we answered in our hearts

for a moment it seemed almost as if in our thoughts so .. conversational we could see a face

floating in outer space all around us, smiling

a space face

book iii : the way home

chapter viii : the outer edges

"i'm not unintelligent,," were the first words out of shade's mouth oh wait i'm shade

no .. pixie was shade

that wasn't right either

somewhere .. somehow somewhere in time no

it was true .. i believed

we had occured to us together that we had drifted outward past where the outer edges were

the alien had said that

"pixie? .." pixie called out to me

"i'm pixie .. no .. you're pixie !!"

"that's what i was wondering !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

             ..

"damian? .. how long have we been .. like this .. ??"

i couldn't remember

but you just called me damian

oh wait

"you just called me damian .." "yeah" "you're shade"

"no, you're!! shade!!"

" .. i know that .. "

"but how long have we been .. like this ??"

"do you know??"

"no .. maybe knoll knows ...oh my gods where is knoll?!?!? .."

"i'm here!~" knoll managed to chirp, and seemed to have appeared out of nowhere above my head just in time to collide with it and take us both down

it didn't help me clear my thoughts

or maybe it did

"pixie .. no .. shade .. listen .. to pixie .."

"knoll??" i mumbled, rolling across the floor over something rocky

"no, pixie .."

"right. i love you pixie,"

"i love you too mage"

"i love you too damian"

"damian .."  the words seemed to freeze on her lips

her .. that was right, of course, i was talking to my sister pixie

had been talking to her in this way for .. hours ? days ? "

wait i wasn't talking to myself ..

"shaaaaaaaaaaaaade,,,,,," she managed again

"whaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttttttttttt""""""""""""""""""""""""""

"we're drifting past the outer edges"

"yes .."

in that moment, it seemed to silently pass between us what had happened to us

or was happening

it was hard to tell

"we .. have .. to .. " pixie trailed off "i'm .. no .. noooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!"

"yeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" i answered on instinct as if for the sake of argument of course

you understood that

"pixiee .. knoll .. " were all i could manage

"damian .."

we were both convinced it was a hallucination brought on by whatever we'd uhm .. something

but a man in jet black with long hair that hung in front of his eyes appeared in front of us

in front .. wasn't right

the spaceship ..

it wasn't important

"hey, you made it .." the strange yet familiar toadstool greeted us

"you made it past the outer edges"

chapter ix : past the outer edges

the man who stood before us was undoubtedly my father damian warlock of forlorn

everything else at this time was very doubtedly

very doubtedly

very doubtedly

we'd been flying in space pchooooooooo

why am i talking to you?!?!

damian was here

"you made it past the outer edges ,," he said to us together, as if we'd heard the words somewhere before

"i'm sorry ??" i didn't understand what he had said

it didn't matter at all because the look in his eyes seemed to say that he understood

i saw it in shade's eyes

his name was shade .. my brother .. that was right

and my name was pixie

damian must have wanted to give us the coolest names he could think of

right ??

"right" damian answered me

but i hadn't said that out lowwed .. .. or had i ??

did you know ??

maybe it didn't matter

"you named us just for space didn't you ,," my brother managed, or maybe it was knoll

when i thought about it really ,, really ,, really hard .. it was my brother impersonating knoll

that made the least sense of anything that was eeeeeeeehhhhyyyyeeeeeeehhhh happenning ..

or the most sense ..

but i kept remembering that it didn't matter anymore

shade kept remembering that it didn't matter anymore

i didn't know how i knew that when i didn't know anything else

damian looked .. sad

oh gods .. damian was who we were looking for .. he was .. my .. father .. "

we ran toward him

running in space is more like flailing and falling and rolling across the floor

no wait that shouldn't be right

it didn't matter anymore

we ran toward him together

chapter x : home ~

we were all in a room together

in space

all three of us

and we were talking

pixie, shade, and i

in space

space was cold and unforgiving company

and cold and unforgiving company could leave one ..

addleheaded

i just hoped they knew that i would never have wanted anything like this for them, even though we had just met

it seemed as if they understood

the room we were in had been enchanted by a grey mage

that was what we called outers

its healing properties were starting to take effect on mage and elexa .. no .. damian .. ogglblorn .. pixie and shade ,,

i could still feel their confusion

it hurt because i knew it so well

a wizard could wear it like a hat

but space travel left .. a scar .. in the mind

but nothing is forever

i would never even wish the life of a wizard on these children who seemed somehow in some strange and mystical way to be my age, but then, time didn't pass in space .. it went in circles ..

until somebody brought you home

like i had managed to do for them

i hoped deep down that it meant something .. because i truthfully had no idea what was happening on acemia right meow

i hadn't known or cared to know in what i guess must have amounted to lifetimes

call me crazy

it wasn't true of course ; ; i'd left forlorn in peace after a lifetime of fighting evil with magic

and no one could travel in space

but we were all three of us magical

we were all three of us witches and wizards of acemia ~

pixie was just beginning to look at me as if she recognized me .. it was a look i had seen in my own eyes once and searched for in the stars

the look of home

shade, too, was seeming to shake himself out of it in a way that was all too familiar

"who's the little dragon? .. ~ " i asked, smiling, at a time when they had both managed

to smile at me

"its name's knoll,," shade answered me, as if being a wizard i didn't know

"knoll the pet enchanted dragon,," i smiled "yeah" he smiled at me

they both did

acemia was far beyond the stars now ,, to say nothing of forlorn

but we were home

we had a lot of catching up to do

something caught my eyes in pixie's that was indeed quite familiar indeed

"good guys always win ,," she smiled, and shade smiled with her

so even did knoll ,, who was at last flying again

"that's right ,," i answered her "good guys always win"

we all knew ~

[talenlee]

Game Pile: The Disney Animated Canonball Tier List

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Game Pile: The Disney Animated Canonball Tier List

Man this was a worrrrk. For this No-Effort-November game video, I thought I’d do a tier list and talk a bit about how playing with ideas like this is, itself, a game. And anyway, turns out it was a huge pile of effort to do it the way I did, with a video that wound up with over 120 levels of media and 90 minutes of audio…

But hey, here it is! Enjoy!

The Disney Animated Canonball Tier List Is A Game

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If you want the thumbnail of me and Fox before a Disney castle: