#Hattricks

[charmonys]

@hattricks &&. said...

How did you come to choose to play this character? What are your favorite things about him?

(  holds  him  up  like  a  marketable  plushie.  )  i  just  think  he's  neat.  😇

okay,  but  in  all  seriousness,  i  feel  like  i  kind  of  had  a  different  first  impression  with  sunday  overall  compared  to  a  large  portion  of  the  fanbase  because  i  only  had  the  opportunity  to  experience  hsr  relatively  recently  —  which  means  i  had  the  privilege  of  getting  most  of  his  story  so  far  all  at  once.  i  saw  his  introduction,  i  saw  his  antagonist  era  and  i  saw  the  his  very  first  steps  towards  the  future  without  any  long  stretches  of  downtime  in  between.  i  really,  really  enjoy  characters  who  begin  the  story  very  flawed  and  get  put  in  a  position  where  they're  forced  to  grow  and  develop  as  people.  if  you're  familiar  with  some  of  the  past  muses  i've  written  (  looks  at  bede  and  scaramouche  )  you  can  kind  of  see  how  a  lot  of  them  tend  to  fit  this  archetype.  sunday  also  slots  into  this  role,  but  he's  a  bit  different  in  the  sense  that  he  genuinely  comes  from  a  place  of  good  intentions.  his  goals  are  painfully  altruistic  to  the  point  of  self-destruction.  he's  intelligent,  but  he's  also  very  sheltered.  he's  empathetic,  but  he's  also  very  prideful.  (  not  to  mention  condescending  —  and  oftentimes  more  than  he  realizes.  )  you  can  see  at  his  core  that  there  is  the  foundation  of  a  genuinely  kind  person  there  —  and  you  can  see  how  that  foundation  has  been  purposefully  groomed  and  twisted  into  everyone's  favorite  biblically  accurate  control  freak.

i  also  just  really  enjoyed  his  arc  so  far  overall.  i  love  penacony,  i  love  the  aesthetic  and  the  themes  the  story  presented  —  and  yes,  i  do  enjoy  the  yapping.  (  genuinely,  i  love  sunday's  yapper  tendencies.  i'm  unironically  so  happy  to  write  a  muse  that  speaks  paragraphs.  )  i  think  it's  interesting  how  we're  introduced  to  sunday  at  more  or  less  the  most  stressful  point  in  his  entire  life.  the  responsibility  for  the  charmony  festival  is  resting  on  his  shoulders,  fucking  gopher  wood  being  fucking  gopher  wood,  there's  all  kinds  of  unexpected  guests  from  different  factions  popping  up  out  of  nowhere,  he's  under  immense  pressure  from  the  family  —  and  his  sister  (  his  most  important  person,  the  only  blood  family  he  has  left  )  is  SEEMINGLY  MURDERED.  this  man  deserves  to  get  a  little  bit  unhinged,  i  think.  does  it  justify  his  actions?  no,  of  course  not.  but  honestly,  it's  a  testament  to  his  composure  that  he  handled  everything  as  smoothly  as  he  did.  c'mon  guys  —  he  could  have  been  worse!  he  only  threatened  a  little  murder.  👉👈  the  lotus  eater  machine  was  for  your  own  good!  every  day  could  be  sunday!

i  also  think  characters  who  aren't  just  your  run  of  the  mill  human  are  inherently  fascinating  by  default.  hoyoverse  hasn't  expanded  on  halovians  a  ton  beyond  dropping  a  handful  of  absolutely  WILD  breadcrumbs  of  dubious  canonicity.  it's  my  city  now  and  i  get  to  write  the  manual  on  these  weird  musical  angelic  bird  people.  i  love  worldbuilding.  i  am  so  normal  about  it.

LIGHTNING  ROUND  BELOW  THE  CUT.  click  read  more  if  you  dare.  i'm  going  to  be  so  cringe  and  babble  a  lot  and  also  get  kind  of  personal,  but  chicken  boy  is  my  comfort  character  and  i  am  doing  the  polite  thing  by  warning  you  now  to  avert  thine  gaze.

okay?  the  pact  is  sealed,  then.

i  really  like  his  sweet  tooth  and  how  it's  interwoven  into  his  arc.  how  it's  something  he  freely  indulges  in  when  he's  still  a  carefree  child  —  and  tries  to  repress  as  he  gets  older  and  grows  more  burdened  by  responsibilities.  how  the  last  letter  he  leaves  for  robin  mentions  eating  the  same  pudding  tarts  he  enjoyed  when  he  was  little.  also  in  general,  i  think  it's  kind  of  an  endearing  quality  and  plays  into  a  more  gap  moe-esque  angle  of  his  character.  yes,  the  very  responsible  and  orderly  oak  family  head  loves  strawberries  and  pudding  tarts.  he  strikes  me  as  the  kind  of  person  who  orders  a  black  coffee  for  the  sake  of  appearances  while  staring  wistfully  at  the  caramel  macchiato  on  the  menu.

i  adore  his  stupid  little  >:3  face.  i  want  to  shake  him.  i  like  the  implication  that  it's  definitely  not  a  sincere  smile  and  it's  really  just  something  he's  maintaining  for  the  sake  of  a  palatable,  professional  facade  —  hence  why  he  loses  it  in  his  playable  model...  but  honestly,  it's  just  so  silly  looking  and  i  love  it.  (  i  know  he  isn't  the  biggest  fan,  but  in  general  his  playable  look  is  just  so  comfy  to  me.  )

i  find  it  very  fascinating  how  a  character  who  has  religion  interwoven  so  intimately  into  his  story  and  overall  aesthetic  actually  has  a  very  transactional  relationship  with  the  gods.

his  little  guys!  his  cherubs!  his  echoes!  his  oomfs!  i  love  them.  i  think  they're  so  so  cute.

it's  very  funny  to  me  that  everyone  keeps  comparing  him  post-penacony  to  a  confused  duckling.  i've  seen  some  people  on  other  sites  (  predominantly  reddit  )  complaining  that  he's  been  toned  down  since  2.7  —  but  i  think  saying  that  is  kind  of  a  fundamental  misunderstanding  of  both  his  character  and  current  arc.  there's  a  really  good  quote  during  his  last  conversation  with  robin  where  she  more  or  less  spells  out  everything  he's  going  through  at  the  moment.  "he's  stronger  than  most  ordinary  people,  but  because  of  it,  people  have  this  misconception:  they  think  that  when  he  falls,  he  will  stand  back  up  faster  than  anyone  else.  [...]  before  he  stands  up  again,  he  will  hesitate  and  agonize  for  ages  over  whether  that  is  the  right  course  of  action."  that's  basically  where  he  is  right  now  —  he's  had  his  entire  worldview  shattered  before  his  very  eyes,  and  now  he's  lost  and  unsure  what  to  do  next.  he's  clinging  to  everyone  else  around  him  for  guidance,  he's  going  full  people  pleaser  mode  with  the  nameless.  it's  a  defense  mechanism.  he's  not  going  to  be  like  this  forever  —  i'm  firmly  of  the  opinion  that  we're  inching  our  way  towards  astral  express  sunday  eventually.  give  him  a  chance  to  breathe.

on  a  semi-related  note,  i  think  it's  hilarious  that  there's  a  lot  of  people  only  realizing  now  that  sunday's  ingame  model  isn't  actually  that  tall.  he's  just  usually  been  standing  by  himself  or  next  to  shorter  people  in  a  lot  of  his  earlier  scenes.  the  scene  where  he  confronts  gallagher  always  makes  me  laugh  because  he's  trying  so  hard  to  verbally  eviscerate  this  man  but  he's  like  a  whole  head  shorter  than  him.

OKAY  SO  THIS  IS  THE  EMBARRASSING  PART.  BRACE  YOURSELF.  i  actually  do  find  myself  relating  to  sunday  a  lot  in  a  number  of  aspects.  not  in  an  unhealthy  "blurring  the  line  between  mun  and  muse"  sort  of  way,  but  a  "(  sweats  nervously  )  oh ...  i  do  that"  sort  of  way.  for  example,  i'm  a  huge  people  pleaser.  it's  an  issue  i've  been  trying  to  work  on,  but  it's  something  i  still  do  occasionally  find  myself  struggling  with  nonetheless.  i  see  a  lot  of  that  reflected  in  sunday  —  and  i  think  the  most  obvious  example  comes  in  the  form  of  his  text  messages.  he's  being  very  polite,  but  there's  a  kind  of  underlying  desperation  there.  he's  giving  everyone  personalized  gifts.  he's  inquiring  about  ways  to  be  helpful.  he'll  even  serenade  you  if  you  ask.  there  is  literally  no  response  you  can  give  him  that  doesn't  net  you  a  courteous  reply,  even  if  you  pick  one  of  the  shitpost  dialogue  options  —  because  he  wants  so  badly  for  you  to  accept  him.  the  people  pleaser  is  trying  to  people  please.

"i'm  trying  to  connect  with  everyone  [...]  but  I  may  need  some  time  due  to  my  personality."  oh.  god.  i'm  cringing.  that  line  gave  me  psychic  damage.  i  think  i  taste  metal.

on  another  note,  there's  the  infamous  charmony  dove  speech.  i  know  he  gets  a  lot  of  flak  for  it  —  i  know  the  story  about  the  bird  gets  repeated  over  and  over  and  over  again.  but  i  feel  like  a  lot  of  people  are  so  caught  up  in  complaining  about  it  that  they  don't  really  look  into  what  it  implies  about  his  thought  process.  (  beyond  just  the  surface  level  debate  of  the  bird  and  the  cage.  )  every  single  time  he  tells  the  story,  it  becomes  more  intricate.  more  detailed.  more  dramatic.  he  thought  about  the  weather  that  winter.  he  took  stock  of  the  predators  in  the  yard  —  which  ones  would  be  most  likely  to  prey  upon  a  vulnerable  baby  bird.  have  you  ever  had  an  experience  that  was  intensely  distressing  to  you  (  whether  out  of  embarrassment,  trauma  or  anything  in  between  )  and  your  mind  keeps  cycling  back  to  it?  you  think  about  it  again  and  again  and  again,  analyzing  it  from  every  possible  angle  —  calculating  every  possible  outcome.  because  that's  definitely  something  i  do,  and  that's  also  something  sunday  does  on  more  than  one  occasion.

this  whole  yapfest  probably  makes  very  little  sense,  but  you  have  my  undying  admiration  if  you  actually  manage  to  sit  through  it.  i  love  this  sad  bird.  i  love  his  brain.  i  want  to  see  him  live  well.  i  think  he  needs  a  handful  of  flintstones  vitamins,  a  headpat  and  a  trip  in  my  washing  machine's  spin  cycle  to  atone  for  his  crimes.

conclusion:

[skullkxd]

Examine! Hatterene!

Examine (accepting!)

It’s … a Pokémon that isn’t native to Alola.

You stare at it for a moment, not quite sure what to make of it, before you pull out the pokedex that Professor Oak gave you. As casually as you can — as to not upset the unown creature — you hold it up to the pink Pokémon, and the device beeps out an entry.

hatterene If you’re too loud around it, you risk being torn apart by the claws on its tentacle. This Pokémon is also known as the Forest Witch.

Wow. Okay. That … sure is something.

still. You don’t freak out. The pokedex tends to over exaggerate pokemon, and besides that— you know that, since this Pokémon isn’t from the islands, it must have a trainer nearby. You tuck the pokedex back in your pocket and pull out some pokebeans to offer to the hatterene and hopefully make it a little friendly.

“Did you wander away from your owner, or somethin?”

[beatasticband]

[chaserainbows]

8. How do you view people without any superpowers?

Asks for Superpowered Muses

“Subpar.”

“Lucky.”

[champiowned]

Boo!

DEE HOLY SHIELD A DIDNAE EVEN SEE YE!! ALRIGHT??

[batbricks7]

Messi became third player to reach 100 international goals.

[a-hell-of-a-lot-of-muses]

Aliens in his gym-?!

"I have only one alien like pokemon from my visits to Unova, but my gym is no Area 51."

"But it does say such interesting things! Is it true that you have honest-to-goodness aliens at your gym?"

[sunshine-gumdrop]

Old men joins the battle

Sidgiroux vibes from the whole game

[kolasharkattack]

My secret santa gift for /tackyopic!! Jigzeni be upon you

[yourdailyqueer]

Alice Hattrick

Gender: Non binary (they/them)

Sexuality: Queer

DOB: Born 1987

Ethnicity: White - British

Occupation: Writer, activist

Note: Has ME/CFS

[21stcenturycheesecake]

Ms. Scoville

[got-a-new-recipe-for-pound-cake]

I just watched a Christmas Story so I wrote this. Happy holidays :)

A Bully Christmas Story:

A fic based on the flick pole scene but it's Gary

“Come on Petey you’ll be fine,” Gary grinned, while Petey shook his head rapidly. 

“I’m not doing it Gary,”

“Come on, don't be such a girl.”

“What's going on here?” Jimmy asked, approaching the two of them. 

“Nothing, just that femme boy over here is being wimp,” Gary responded, clapping Petey hard on the shoulder. 

“He’s trying to make me lick that pole, but I don't wanna get stuck,” Petey answered. 

“You're not gonna get stuck,” Gary said, brushing it off.

“Oh yeah, well why don't you try it Gary,” Petey retorted, a bit nervous but standing his ground. 

“Um well,” Gary gulped, short of a snide remark.

“Yeah come on Gary do it, after all if Petey can handle it surely you can,” Jimmy grinned, crossing his arms. By this point a small crowd had formed around the trio, which seemed to make Gary even more nervous. 

“Alright fine,” Gary snapped, stomping through the snow over to the poll which was about 10 feet away from Jimmy and Petey. Gary stuck his tongue out, and then flinched back when he got close to the flagpole. 

“Come on Gary, it's perfectly safe,” Jimmy taunted, which caused giggles from the crowd. No way in hell would Gary let these morons laugh at him. In a move of bold stupidity, Gary stuck his tongue against the cold metal. This wasn’t too bad. A smirk began to appear on Gary’s face, but as he tried to pull back, his smirk quickly faded. 

“Shit,” Gary muttered, but it came out as ‘thit’. 

“What’s wrong Gary I thought you said it was harmless,” Jimmy smirked as the crowd laughed. 

“Ok, ok I gut it, jus helpt ne mowon” Gary grumbled. Just then the bell rang. 

“Sorry Gary, I gotta get to class,” Jimmy shouted, as he ran off. Gary yelled a long string of profanities after him, and the rest of the crowd cleared except Petey. 

“Peey come on you can hulp me,” Gary pleaded. 

“Sorry Gary, but I have to go,”He responded before running off. 

—

Mr. Hattrick was taking attendance when he noticed something odd,  Gary Smith wasn't causing a scene? Puzzled, he decided to ask the class. 

“Has anyone seen a Mr. Gary Smith?” Everyone looked in different directions besides Hattrick, and out the classroom window. 

Hattrick frowned at this. “I said, has anyone seen Gary Smith?”

“Mr. Hattrick?” Hattrick turned towards the doorway to see that twerp Sheldon. 

“Yes?” 

“You might wanna come see this.” Sheldon gulped. Hattrick sighed as he headed out of the classroom. 

The class rushed to the window to see what was going to happen. Gary was still out there in the snow, his tongue stuck to the poll, trying as best he could to free himself.  

“Holy cow it’s all the prefects,” Pedro gasped “Oh wow Dr. Crabblesnitch!”  Sure enough all the prefects, and Crabblesnitch were gathered around Gary. Finally Nurse McRae came with some warm water, freeing Gary, who’s pulling had caused him to bleed a bit. 

After a while, Gary walked into the classroom, tongue bandaged, and looking very embarrassed and annoyed. The class snickered, as Mr. Hattrick walked back up to the front of the room. 

“Now let’s get to your math homework.”

[ankaraalexiafcb]

Només hi ha una Reina 👑 Alexia Putellas

[pavlien]

hello jigzeni enjoyers

[footballandfiasco]

jamal: never scored a header in his career before

also jamal: scores 3 headers within like a week

[kittysgalarkai]

"Not really. I've been handling... Other issues." She sighs, looking a little distant. "I'm still trying to adjust to the position of Champion, to be honest."

It's pretty clear that's not all that's on her mind.

@kittysgalarkai continued from here:

"Yeah... I just haven't been too up to date with my journal."

A laugh. "It's the same with me. New seasons, new troubles. By the way -- have you seen the challengers for the upcoming season? One of them is from Paldea."