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editorandchief · 2 years ago

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can you plsss make a part 2 to the Tommy x daughter when she got kidnapped fhgdyjhdd sorry, you don’t have to I just thought it was really well written ^^

Summary: Part One

Warning: PTSD

Requested: Yes.

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"Alright that's all, please feel free to continue about your days." Tommy said as the family meeting was coming to an end.

Y/N Shelby sat in a chair back pressed against the large book shelf that stood opposite the door.

"I have something I'd like to say." She announced as everyone began to exit. "Something I need to say." She clarified.

Freezing in their tracks they all stop to look at the young girl before looking over to her father to see his reaction. Tommy took a few moments to also assesse his daughter before taking a seat back at his desk prompting everyone to reclaim their seats.

"And what is it that you would like to say?" Tommy asked pulling out a cigarette from his jacked pocket and lighting a flame.

"I've decided to leave." Y/N announced her eyes scanning over the different reaction of her family. "I'm gonna be moving out next week and my stuff will be gone by the end of the month."

The room was eerily silent as the family knew that in situation that concerned Y/N and Tommy it was best to stay quiet but present incase thing were to get out of hand.

Keeping his eyes on this daughter, Tommy let out a sigh before removing the cigarett from his mouth setting it on his desk along side the lighter.

"Moving out?" Tommy asked the 15 year old making sure he had heard her right. "And who exactly do you plan to do that?"

Y/N watched as he interlocked his fingers and leaned forward on the desk, at least he was taking her seriously.

"I'm going to move in with my mum." She answered adjusting her posture as she struggles to hold his gaze. "I've been in contact with her and she invited me to come live with her."

"And how, may I ask, did you get in contact with your mother?"

"No."

"No?"

"You may not ask." Y/N stated knowing that anyone involved in helping her would pay a price heavier than their 'crime'. Tommy scoffed maybe he would find this situation amusing if not for the context.

"So you, through unknown means, were able to contact the woman who dropped you off to our doorstep and disappeared without a trace and now fifteen years later expect me to allow you to just fuck off with her to god knows where?" Tommy summarized. "And you're running off with a stranger on the promises of lollipops and rainbows, does she even have a place for you to stay?"

"She was young back then, she couldn't raise a child on her own."

"I was young too, but I took care of you because you were mine." Tommy countered. "While she was too irresponsible to take care of her own child."

"She's different now, she married to a nice man...." Y/N defended her mother. "I've got sibling...they all live in London in a nice house."

"And how do you know any of this is true?" Tommy asked rubbing his hand across his forehead in frustration. "She could be telling you anything to get you to London."

"I know cause I've seen it. I've been there. met them." She confessed angrily looking to her father for insinuating she was some stupid child clinging to word with nothing to back it up. "I went to meet her last month, the week I was gone."

"Last month?" Tommy asked standing from his seat coming around to lean on the side of the desk facing her full on arms folded across his chest. "When you told me you were going to visit your friend Olivia? Though I suspect she doesn't exist."

"She's one of my sisters." She clarified avoiding eye contact for a few moments before looking back to her father's face. "I spent time with them. My stepdad is a nice man, he's a banker, he treated me nice. When mom said she wanted me to live with them he said he wouldn't mind."

"A banker? and what is they call him?" Tommy asked reaching back over to the desk to retrieve his cigarette and lighter. Y/N was hesitant at first but know he would find out sooner or later.

"Anthony Crestwood." She sighed.

"Right, Isaiah."

"Yeah Tom?"

"I need you to get the address of the the Crestwood family, I'd like to have a call with Mr. Crestwood and his wife." He informed the young blinder never looking away from Y/N.

"Your going to call them?" Y/N asked only slightly confused seeing as he had every right to want to speak to the couple who would be housing his daughter.

"Yes. Yes I am." Tommy answered lighting the cigarette between his lips. "And I will be informing the Crestwood family that upon their arrival to Arrow House in an attempt to remove my child there should be no doubt in there minds that at that exact moment their home will be burning to the ground." Taking a drag of the nicotine he watched as his daughter eyes widened in disbelief as she stood from her seat.

"You can't do that."

"I can." Tommy replied. "I can and I will but not if you don't make me. It's time you learned action have consequences" He said pointing at her with the cigarette between his fingers.

"So this is how it's going to be?" She asked. "You don't care about be so that means that no one else can?"

"I care for you, you know what I do but you have chosen to forget that in the wake of one mistake." Tommy shouted

"'It's time you've learned your actions have consequences' or does that not apply to you, just everyone else?"

"So this is a 'consequence' an attempt for you to punish me for how I've wronged you." Tommy accused.

"God are you kidding- No!" Y/N shouted. "This is an attempt to free myself. this is an attempt to not have nightmares every time I close my eyes because for the last few months that all it ever is! Because every time I look at your face the only thing I can see is that man laughing and telling my that my father didn't give a damn about me and believing him because I had no prove to say otherwise.

I've tried to forgive you, you have no idea how badly I want to. How badly I want to run to you like when I was younger and think that you'd never let anything hurt me, that the worries of the world don't exist inside the comfort of your arms but I can't.

So no Tomas...I'm not doing this to you, I'm doing this for me."

The two stood there both looking into each other's eyes it was only then that Tommy truly saw how broken his daughter was on the inside and Y/N saw how desperate her father was to keep her.

"I fucked up. I know I fucked up but you have to see that I am trying." Tommy admitted. "That I can't make this better if you run away."

"I know you are...but I can't get better if I stay."

"..."

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haroldtea · 4 years ago

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i wrote something!!

soooo I’m a pathological “i have a fic idea and i’m never going to write it or I write a few pages and then fall off” writer buuuut I had this very cute idea and wrote 4k words of it! I wanted to post it here before ao3 because 1) not sure if I’m a fan of starting a multichapter WIP because I still may abandon it like my other stuff 2) i want feedback before i continue!!

here’s the gist: it’s princess prom except it’s a high school au and princess prom is actually homecoming. Adora is very happy and supportive of Glimmer and Bow running for king/queen. Glimmer is very, very passionate about winning. The problem is they’ve naturally got competition, in the form of Perfuma (who is equally as passionate about winning, for her own reasons) and her new girlfriend Scorpia. In a sitcom-style mishap, Adora sort of accidentally signs up to run as well...with Catra, Scorpia’s best friend who Adora doesn’t not have a crush on. The two decide to go through with it with the intention of getting eliminated from the race as soon as possible. Then, their friends come up with a different plan for them.

so, take a read below at 4k of stupidity and let me know what you think, and if you would be interested to read more :) (fyi there is a lot of swearing lol)

“I’M GONNA BE THE QUEEN!”

Adora shrieks, flailing her arms and almost knocking her lamp over in the process. She whirls around in her desk chair to face the intruder, arms raised in karate chop form (she does not know any martial arts), and finds Glimmer, who has flung her bedroom door open and has that crazed Glimmer look in her eyes that only means trouble.

“Fuck! Glimmer, you can’t just sneak up--wait, how did you get in my house?!”

“Didn’t you hear what I said?! Also, the door was unlocked,” Glimmer replies, kicking off her shoes and launching herself onto Adora’s bed, which she had just painstakingly made.

Adora presses her hand into her face, sighing. “I was kind of busy trying not to piss myself. Haven’t you heard of knocking? What if I was, you know...” she says, gesturing vaguely.

Glimmer rolls her eyes. “Please, Adora. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Anyway--the student council decided to bring back the homecoming pep rally!” she squeals, gleefully kicking her feet in the air.

Adora leans back in her chair, brows furrowed. “Bring back? Didn’t we have one last year?”

“Yes, but after the water balloon thing they weren’t gonna let us have it anymore, but it turns out that one senior who wasn’t gonna graduate did graduate so I guess they figured it would probably be fine, ‘cause like, who’s ever gonna try and top that?”

“Right,” Adora hums, thinking back to last year’s pep rally. Just before homecoming court was announced, a group of rogue seniors had risen from the bleachers, unleashing dozens of water balloons they had stashed in their backpacks. What ensued was a pandemonium Adora could only remember in flashes, resulting in almost the entire student body and the school’s hallways being completely soaked.

The catch was that the seniors had filled the balloons with blue paint. It had taken the janitorial staff weeks to get the gym bleachers, the lockers in the science wing, and the cafeteria ceiling (don’t ask) to look normal again. Classes were cancelled for almost an entire week because the paint had messed up something with the internal plumbing. It was single-handedly the coolest thing Adora had experienced in her living years.

It was all led by the legendary Mara Hart, notorious for sticking it to the man during her K-12 years. The prank had all but gotten her and her friends expelled, but given that she was otherwise an A+ student and no one could technically prove who was behind it (her friends were loyal to each other to the bitter end), she walked at Bright Moon High’s graduation to uproarious applause from her classmates.

Adora knew some of the more grisly details because Mara had been captain of the girls’ lacrosse team last year--effortlessly cool Mara, endlessly caring Mara, definitely part of Adora’s gay awakening Mara--but it had become something of an urban legend at BMHS over the past year.

“Wait, how do you know any of this?” Adora asks, because while she was personally connected to Mara in a small way, she hadn’t been aware that they were going to cancel the pep rally indefinitely.

Glimmer arches an eyebrow. “Um, hello? My mom’s the principal?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“And Mermista totally let it slip when I asked her about it after the student council meeting,” Glimmer adds, then pauses. “Okay, it was more like I didn’t even wanna be there and I wish no one had ever voted for me and I’ll tell you whatever, but still. I’m...” she props her face in her hands and bats her eyelashes, “in the know.”

Adora smirks and rolls her eyes fondly, turning back to her desk to shut her textbook and put her notes away. She can never get anything done when Glimmer’s around. “Okay, so, pep rally’s back--that’s cool,” she says.

“It’s not just cool, Adora,” Glimmer scoffs. “Being homecoming queen is literally all I’ve wanted since I was a kid. I thought my dream had died with Mara’s academic career, but now there’s hope again--it’s meant to be, Adora. It’s destiny.”

Adora had literally never heard Glimmer talk about this, but, “Um, okay.”

Glimmer huffs and dramatically rolls onto her back, flinging her arms out and further messing up Adora’s sheets. Lesson learned, it isn’t worth the effort for Adora to make the bed anymore. “My mom was the homecoming queen like a hundred years ago, and my aunt was the homecoming queen before that. It’s, like, my birthright!”

Adora lifts a shoulder, twisting around in her chair to look at Glimmer. “Okay, then we’ll just get you to be the homecoming queen too. Can’t your mom just...make it happen?”

“Ugh, no,” Glimmer sighs. “I already asked. It’s a student vote.”

“Oh!” Adora brightens. “That’s easy, then. Everyone loves you.”

Glimmer pouts. “I know, but it’s not just a popularity contest--it’s, like, a whole thing. Me and Bow are gonna have to do a talent show, and there’s a relay race, and other stuff that if we don’t do well in we won’t even get to be in the final vote.”

“Wait, what?” Adora doesn’t remember any of that from last year. “What do you mean, Bow? Is...he's running for homecoming queen too?”

“Ha! No,” Glimmer laughs, then her expression darkens, eyes narrowing. “I would crush him.”

“Right...” Adora says. Actually, Bow would make a pretty good homecoming queen. But Adora values her life, so she decidedly does tell Glimmer this.

“No, every queen nominee has to also have someone to run with them as their ‘king,’” Glimmer explains, making air quotes with her fingers. “There’s no boy/girl bullshit, but you do have to be in a pair.”

“I don’t remember any...talent shows, or whatever,” Adora points out. “I don’t think I’ve ever even heard of one of those happening in real life.”

“Well, obviously you never went. It would’ve all been during your lacrosse thingies and you would've been too busy making googly eyes at Mara Hart,” Glimmer replies, wiggling her fingers at Adora.

Adora crosses her arms and blushes a deep red. “I would not. I would’ve been playing lacrosse. And stuff.” Okay, maybe she did make googly eyes at Mara, but only sometimes, as a treat, and Glimmer doesn’t need to know that.

Glimmer flips back over on her stomach and levels Adora with a pout. “Adora, this means a lot to me. We’re gonna need your help to win this.”

Adora has no idea how she could possibly be of any help with this, but hey-- “Of course, Glimmer. Whatever you need. I’m there.”

Glimmer grins, eyes sparkling. “Yaaaaay. Also, my mom’s making meatloaf tonight, you in?”

Adora pumps her fist in the air. “Sweet. Hell, yes.”

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“This is a joke, right? Like, you’re joking?” Catra says into the receiver as she shoves another handful of popcorn into her mouth.

“I am usually a pretty funny gal, it’s true--but, ah, no. This time I’m serious,” Scorpia replies on the other end.

Catra hoists her phone higher up on her shoulder while she adjusts her grip on her Xbox controller. “Okay, please explain,” she says between chews.

Scorpa sighs, and Catra visualizes her sitting cross-legged on her bedspread, hugging one of her many stuffed animals to her chest. “I know it’s kind of silly, but Perfuma sounded really excited about it, ‘cause I guess if you win, you get to pick what charity the proceeds from the dance ticket sales go to, and...I just couldn’t say no?”

Catra smirks, mashing a series of buttons on her controller as her TV screen lights up in front of her. She’s been trying to get past this level for weeks, but she’ll probably die right before the end again whether she’d answered Scorpia’s call or not. “You are so whipped,” she says.

Scorpia sighs again, but this time Catra can hear a smile in it. “I guess so, kitty cat. Still, it sounds kinda...fun? I mean, it’s more time spent with her, if anything else. She’s talking about writing an original song together for the talent show and incorporating her Tibetan singing bowls into it.”

Catra takes that in and barely suppresses a laugh. Her New Year’s resolution was to make fun of her friends less. Some days are harder than others. “Um, wow,” she says instead. “That’s, uh...that’ll be interesting. Do I have to call you Queen Scorpia if you win?”

“Oh, Perfuma doesn’t believe in gendered royalty,” Scorpia replies. “She wants us to be known as Homecoming Monarchs.”

“Of course she does,” Catra mutters. Perfuma is endlessly kind and patient and makes Scorpia smile, so by default Catra likes her, but otherwise they...don’t exactly share identical values, let’s say. Catra brings her own point home by pressing a button on her controller and chainsawing an alien in half on screen.

“Do you...think it’s a stupid idea? The whole...running for homecoming thing, I mean.”

Catra hears the telltale signs of Scorpia-doubting-herself in her reply, so she pauses the game. “Nah. If it’s something you guys wanna do, you should go for it. Fuck what anyone else thinks.”

“Okay, thanks,” Scorpia says, sounding lighter. “I think it means a lot to Perfuma. It would be cool to win it for her.”

“Well, hey,” Catra continues, un-pausing her game. “If you need any help, let me kn--oh, fuck!”

“Catra?” Panic sets in Scorpia’s tone. “Kitty cat, speak to me--do I need to call 911?!”

“No, no, Scorpia, please don’t do that,” Catra groans, tossing her controller aside. “I just got blown up in my stupid game again, that’s all. I’m never gonna beat this final boss.”

Scorpia sighed in relief. “Aw, don’t give up, kitty cat. One of these days, you’re gonna really give it to--what’s the dude’s name again?”

“Prime something-or-whatever,” Catra grumbled, reaching for her popcorn.

“Yeah, that guy. He’ll never know what hit him.”

Catra snickers into the receiver. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, Scorpia.”

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The lunch period at BMHS is, naturally, chaotic. Being a regional high school, every inch of the place is usually crawling with students, and the cafeteria is no different. The student population is small enough and the cafeteria big enough to condense into one lunch period, although Adora has oftentimes heard Perfuma lament about the ethics and health concerns of overcrowding.

Adora likes chaos. She likes that the overlapping sounds of chairs scraping and garbled chattering combine to form a comforting din that allows her to drown out whatever weird TikTok plans Bow’s making (ok, to be real, she will be asking about them later) and quietly observe the antics happening at tables around them.

She takes another bite of her pudding and her eyes land on the table to their right where Kyle, Lonnie, and Rogelio from her math class always sit together. Lonnie is mechanically chewing her gum as she stares into a compact mirror, examining her eyebrows with fierce concentration. Across from her, Kyle is holding up something on his phone to Rogelio with one hand and gesticulating wildly with the other as he holds a corn dog. Rogelio is nodding along but is staring down fondly at Kyle rather than at the screen Kyle’s pointing to, one arm hanging loose around Kyle’s shoulders. Lonnie slaps her compact shut and shouts something at them, pointing emphatically to her eyebrows. They all pause for a moment before bursting into laughter. Then Kyle drops his corn dog.

Adora pointedly does not observe the table across from theirs. She’ll gladly watch the Star siblings silently and intensely do their homework for the next period, or listen to Mermista fight off Seahawk’s PDA attempts, but nothing could compel her to look at the table straight ahead.

That table was where Catra Weaver and her friends sat.

Including: Perfuma’s new girlfriend, Scorpia Garnet; Entrapta Dryl, who was dating one of the Hordak twins (Adora was ever completely sure which one); the Hordak twins in question, one of which who usually broods silently and one of which who usually stares around smiling at nothing and everything; the stylish and blonde ruler of the theatre kids who has been nicknamed Double Trouble for as long as Adora can remember; and finally: Catra Weaver. Effortlessly cool, effortlessly gorgeous, effortlessly effortless Catra Weaver, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed, coolly regarding the rest of the cafeteria as she holds court at her table of wonderful misfit toys.

Today’s effortless ensemble: cool jean jacket, a cool crop top, cool black jeans, cool combat boots, she got a haircut recently so--

“Um, Earth to Adora?”

“Huh?” Adora says, jerking her head up.

This is why she avoids looking at Catra Weaver’s table. Or Catra Weaver in general.

“We were talking about homecoming,” Glimmer says from her seat across from Adora, raising an eyebrow. “You were totally spaced out.”

Adora clears her throat, willing herself not to blush. “Sorry,” she replies, digging back into her pudding.

“Glimmer’s trying to convince me not to run for court,” Perfuma continues, crossing her arms.

“What? Why?”

“Because it’s totally lame and stupid and a waste of time,” Mermista answers from beside Perfuma, inspecting her nail polish. She glances up when she senses everyone at the table staring at her. “What?”

“Mermista, you’re on the homecoming committee,” Bow says.

Mermista shrugs. “So? I said what I said.”

“Look, Perfuma,” Glimmer starts, sliding her hand across the table toward Perfuma. “I just don’t want you to be disappointed if you lose. Homecoming’s a really big deal to me, and I really want to win.” She smiles saccharinely, tilting her head at Perfuma, eyes gone wide. Bow and Adora exchange a look.

Perfuma smiles back. “Oh, don’t worry about me, Glimmer! I’m sure our classmates will select the most deserving and talented couple to win,” she says, then goes back to stabbing a fork into her salad.

Glimmer’s eye starts twitching. Bow slowly and gently takes Glimmer’s hand and slides it back to her side of the table. “Glimmer, we’ll do great. The most important thing is to have fun,” he says, patting her hand.

“The most important thing is the charity,” Perfuma mutters.

“That too.”

“Is anybody else we know running?” Adora asks. Glimmer and Perfuma both shake their heads in response, until Mermista sighs dejectedly.

“Unfortunately,” she groans, raising her hand.

“Wait, what?! You just said it was stupid and lame!” Bow squawks.

“It is,” Mermista rolls her eyes. “But the rest of the student council said it would look really bad if I was on the planning committee and didn’t run. I was forced against my will.”

“Isn’t that a conflict of interest?” Glimmer asks, gripping her lunch tray so tight Adora wondered if she was going to launch it at Mermista’s head.

“I don’t know? I guess not? I’m planning on getting cut as soon as humanly possible though, so whatever,” Mermista replies, flicking her hair behind her shoulder.

“We won’t win with that attitude, my love!” Seahawk roars, throwing his arm around Mermista’s shoulder and raising a fist triumphantly. “You and I are going to be the greatest King and Queen this school has ever seen!”

“Oh my god, please stop,” Mermista groans, hiding her face in her hands.

“Picture it: you, me, newly crowned, gliding down the science wing--the students stop and stare! Could it really be our King and Queen in the flesh? The teachers stare too! I am going to give them both straight A’s!”

“Please just sit and eat your sandwich,” Mermista begs.

“Never,” Seahawk says, then kisses her on the cheek and acquiesces, taking a big bite of his sandwich. Adora tries to hide her smirk when she sees Mermista blush a deep red. She elbows Glimmer and nods in their direction so she can see.

“Aw, how cute. I’m going to destroy them,” Glimmer whispers in Adora’s ear.

“I know,” Adora whispers back. “But try to at least be nice about it.”

“No promises.”

“Ok, I have to pee,” Adora announces to the table, grabbing her lunch tray as she stands, grinning at Bow’s groan of TMI, Adora!

She makes her way over to the trash cans by the cafeteria exit, waving to her friends on the lacrosse team as she dumps her leftovers in the trash and sets the tray in the dish bin beside it. She should probably go over and check in with them about practice tonight, but she really has to pee, which reminds her that she forgot her water bottle all the way back to the table and needs to refill it before her next class.

“Damn it,” she mutters to herself, still smiling at her lacrosse friends as she whips around to head back--

And crashes right into someone, their heads knocking smack together.

“Ow!” Adora yelps, losing her footing for a moment. She rubs at her stinging forehead, glancing up as she apologizes, “Shit, sorry, sorry, that was totally my fault, I--”

And stares right up at Catra Weaver.

“I...I...I...”

She blinks a few times, but yes, that is Catra Weaver, rubbing at her own forehead and fixing a few strands of hair that had come loose from behind her ears. Catra Weaver, up close and personal, who she hasn’t talked to since...

“Your forehead is fucking hard. And big,” Catra says, holding her tray in one hand as she narrows her eyes up at Adora.

“Oh, um, you too...I mean! Thanks? I grew it myself,” Adora replies spectacularly, and then promptly wants to crawl into a hole and never come out.

Catra raises one eyebrow at her. “How hard did I hit you?”

Adora scrambles to answer. “Oh, not at all! I mean, not hard. It was my fault. Are you, um, are you okay?” This is going amazingly.

“I’m fine, Greyskull,” Catra replies, sending a tingle up Adora’s spine. She goes to deposit her tray. “Just watch where you’re going.”

Adora grins dopily. “Yes. I mean--I will. Sorry. Again.”

Catra glances Adora up and down, eyebrow still raised, and goes to say something else, when they’re interrupted by a foreboding, familiar voice.

“Ah, Adora! I’m so pleased to see you taking an interest in student affairs.”

Adora turns to see Glimmer’s mom looming over them, hands neatly clasped together. Maybe looming isn’t the right word as she’s smiling brightly down on her and Catra, but she’s tall, ok? “Oh, hi Ang--,” Adora starts before remembering they’re at school, “um, Mrs. Moon. What’s up?”

Angella gestures between her and Catra. “I was just observing how wonderful it will be that Glimmer will have a friend to share the homecoming experience with.”

Adora tenses again, remembering that Catra is still standing very close to her. “Oh, haha, yeah, super great. Wait, what?” Sharing?

Then she notices that her and Catra are standing in front of the wall where the Homecoming Court Signup Sheet is hanging. A sparkly pen tied to the clipboard is dangling within Adora’s reach.

“Oh, um, actually, Perfuma’s already--”

“I think this activity will make a fine addition to your college applications, Adora. And you know how Glimmer gets,” Angella leans in conspiratorially, not bothering to lower her voice. “I think it will calm her nerves to have a friend by her side. A bit of friendly competition, even!” she claps her hands together, delighted. “I remember having so much fun with my friends back in my day.”

“But, I’m already on the lacrosse team...” Adora mumbles, scratching the back of her neck. She glances down at the pen.

“Oh, but you know schools these days, always looking for that something that makes a student stand out,” Angella says, waving her hand dismissively. “And don’t worry, I’ll speak to Coach Huntara about any scheduling conflicts. You’ll get to have the best of both worlds!”

Wait, but lacrosse was Adora’s whole thing--does she not stand out enough? Will she seem boring to UEternia? “I...”

“Oh, Ms. Weaver!” Angella says, as if she’s just now noticing Catra. “I didn’t take you for the...school spirit type.”

“I’m not,” Catra replies, crossing her arms. She smiles saccharinely and adds, “ma’am,” for good measure. God, she’s cool.

“Ah,” Angella says, creating an awkward pause before brightening again. “Well, still, here you are. Are you Adora’s running mate?”

So, sometimes Adora panics.

Look, she’s in a high-stress situation. The girl she doesn’t not have an embarrassing crush on bumped into her, talked to her, and then her best friend’s mom swooped in basically saying that lacrosse is boring and dumb and running for homecoming court will get her into UEternia. At least, that’s what Adora got from all that. And then she insinuates that she’ll be doing that with Catra Weaver.

So, she panics. She panics, and she grabs the glittery pen, and she continues to panic.

“Yep! We’re running together!” she says, grinning.

“Say what?” Catra hisses.

“Oh, wonderful!” Angella squeals, clapping her hands together again. “I must say, I think this will turn out to be a very interesting competition. You’ll have to come dress shopping with us, Adora.”

“Haha, yeah...” Adora says, quickly scribbling Adora Greyskull & Catra Weaver on the signup sheet. Oh fuck, oh god.

“Hang on a fu--” Catra starts, then clamps her mouth shut, because the goddamn principal is still talking to them.

“Oh, I wonder what you’ll do for the talent show! I can’t wait...well, I’m off. It was great catching up, girls!” Angella says, and winks, and does weird-mom-finger-guns, and then she’s gliding away as quickly as she came.

Adora continues to grin and wave awkwardly until Angella is out of sight, then she deflates. That was so weird.

Then she turns and sees Catra reach for the pen that’s still in her hand. Adora has half a mind to snatch it away. Or half a brain cell, at least. “Hey!”

“Cross our names out. Right. Now,” Catra growls through gritted teeth, still trying to grab the pen. Adora tries to hold it up out of reach, but it’s still attached to the clipboard, so the best she can do is weave her hand in and out of Catra’s way.

“Um, no? I just told her we were running!”

“Well, we’re not. Give it to me!”

“No!” Adora grunts, yanking the pen away. “You heard her--she’s gonna talk to Coach Huntara. I can’t back out now.”

“Well, I can!” Catra says, grabbing at Adora’s arm, where she has the pen tucked under her armpit. “Find someone else to run with you!”

“I can’t! They’ll want to win!” Adora says, twisting her body away from Catra. She’s having a slight meltdown over Catra touching her so much, but she’s focusing on the pen for now. “No one’s gonna want to run with me anyway.”

Catra mutters something under her breath that Adora doesn’t catch, then she snakes her hand under Adora’s and takes hold of her wrist. Adora stifles a gasp. “Wait, you don’t want to win?” Catra asks, eyebrow quirked.

“Noooo,” Adora furiously shakes her head. “No, no, no. Glimmer would kill me. She wants to win. I just, um, panicked. I guess?” The heat from Catra’s hand is searing into her wrist.

Catra glances down at their hands and back up at Adora. “So, your friend will kill you if you run for homecoming. And you just signed up in front of her mom?”

“Um...” Adora thinks for a second. “Yes?”

Catra huffs out a laugh. “Wow, you’re even more of an idiot than I remember.”

Adora feels her face redden, shocked at Catra’s casual mention of the past, and glances away. “Look, let’s just get eliminated as quickly as possible and then we can forget it ever happened. Deal?”

“Ugh,” Catra lets out a groan, leaning her head back. She tugs at Adora’s wrist a few times, finding that she isn’t budging. “Fine! As quickly as possible.”

“As quickly as possible,” Adora nods, finding herself grinning as Catra loosens her grip and pulls away. “I’m gonna take this pen home, by the way,” she calls out as Catra begins to head back to her table.

“Fuck!”

After Adora finally pees and refills her water bottle, she gingerly sits back down beside Glimmer. Poor, sweet, deadly Glimmer, who’s chattering away excitedly with Seahawk about some new music video or something.

She says, in a very tiny voice, “So, um...I think I’m running for homecoming queen?”

Glimmer whips her head around, nose flaring. She stands up, slamming both hands down on the table with a smack.

“You WHAT?!”

And then the bell rings.

#she ra #she-ra #spop #catradora #catradora fic #scorfuma #glimbow

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tomdutch · 3 years ago

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hi, sorry if this sounds weird, but i sorta had a feeling and wanted to check in on you. i got the feeling you weren’t ok yesterday since you usually answer more asks after bmh and you sounded a little sad. just letting you know there’s people who care about you and that you’re loved. if i’m wrong i hope i don’t offend you. 💞💞

help…. yeah dkdnajdhs i wasn’t feeling good yesterday and i’m still down ig but i thought i was doing a good job being upbeat in my responses 😭 i appreciate you checking up on me though, it’s super sweet of you and i’m not offended at all 💛

#i didnt rlly have the energy to respond to ppl’s asks and rbs abt bmh yesterday i’m sorry i’ve felt worn out recently #masked vigilante #answered

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bow-woahh · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1. Just... chapter 1

Send me your favorite scene/chapter from one of my works and I’ll post a DVD commentary on it.

okay I'm gonna assume you mean chapter 1 of bloom since it's my latest fic haha.

Originally, bloom was literally meant to be a little one shot based on this post someone sent me, which very quickly spiralled out of control. So even though I left seeds of things in that first chapter, I never thought they'd actually be explored. But I loved it so much that I wanted to expand on the world and began properly outlining after either this chapter or like chapter 2.

First of, the title of the whole fic and every chapter is a different song lyric. Some of the songs (all in the playlist) really accurately describe mainly Catra's feelings or what she's going through, while other ones are just more of bops that although had one or two relatable lines, they're not as meaningful and are there to more or less fulfill the vibe/feeling I'm going for. you showed me your smile and my cares were gone fits into the latter category.

Now onto the chapter itself!

She'd been dancing when she’d run into her ex’s friends. Then her ex.

So I know it was a big question in this chapter who Catra's ex was, because it was never revealed since it really wasn't that significant and isn't in the rest of the fic either. Initially I thought of having her ex be DT but decided against it just because it didn't feel right. Because she probably won't make any appearances in the fic (besides mentions), I think it's only fair that I tell you guys a little bit about her.

So, her name's Roxanne and she just graduated high school (she went to Bright Moon High) when Catra finished her sophomore year so she's 18/19 now. They met at a party when Catra was still back at Horde High (when she was 15) and after a couple of months of knowing each other they got together. She was Catra's first girlfriend which...other than serving to reaffirm her sexuality to herself it was not a great relationship and definitely did more harm than good, especially towards the end.

So she put in her earphones, chose her late night vibes playlist and scrolled through Twitter.

Someone once asked me to also make a playlist of what Catra listens to and I would if finding all the songs for every chapter didn't traumatise me but after thinking about it, in this playlist she'd have some Frank Ocean songs, Bruno Major, Harry Styles, some X songs on this playlist. Oh songs by this one artist called keshi - very chill and I can imagine she'd jam to that.

Adora Grayskull: the captain of the lacrosse team, adored by many, quite possibly the whole school, teachers and students alike.

I don't know why out of all the sports I chose lacrosse. But I did. So. More work for me.

Maybe she added all her classmates. Yeah—that was probably it.

Okay so this is in reference to Adora adding Catra to her private story and while, yes, she'd be fairly liberal with who she added to her private story, she also specifically added Catra hoping that she'd get added to hers (to no surprise, Catra doesn't have one) or that it'd somehow start a conversation. It did. Eventually.

There was, just not what she’d expected—a picture of her ceiling and the caption: skipped out on party, bored at home - smbdy hmu?

Adora is the type of teen who cares more about the food at a party and the company rather than the drinking culture and dancing. Combine that with the fact she's also just a workaholic and I can imagine that if Glimmer and Bow didn't drag her out to most parties she'd go to slim to none of them.

Catra was sitting on the bench still, bopping her head side to side, only slightly tipsy and now listening to her guilty pleasures playlist—mostly consisting of pop music—when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Taylor Swift is 1000% on this playlist.

Taking a step closer, Adora opened her mouth, then closed it, opened it again and settled on saying, “I...was I not meant to? Because you did kind of ask, and then I responded, so I—”

Adora is such a dork here, I love it. Like she's just so awkward but she's also simultaneously radiating himbo energy and I love it lmao. As the chapters progress, she does have less moments like these because she's obviously gotten more comfortable around Catra but there are times when this energy comes back and it so much fun to write.

Catra was widely known in school, which she supposed was similar to Adora, but for all the wrong reasons.

Although Catra is super smart, she was obviously held back by being in an environment like Horde High and it got to a point (near the end of her time their especially) where she didn’t really care and was really acting out. And even though she wanted a fresh start at BMH, her reputation massively carried and it only got worse when she broke up with her girlfriend and she outed her and started spreading even more rumours, some of them completely untrue just to stir the pot. Basically, fuck Roxanne, all my homies hate Roxanne.

Adora held out one of the sweatshirts she had under her arm. Briefly hesitating, Catra took it, muttering a ‘thanks’ before putting it on. She wasn't sure if Adora watched her as she did. Unsurprisingly, it was a size or two big, as Adora was a little taller, and definitely had more muscle. But it was warm, and it smelt like it was fresh out of the laundry, and it’d been worn by Adora Grayskull—Bright Moon’s star athlete.

At this point, Catra very much only sees Adora as this popular girl who everyone loves, because that’s how everyone else sees her. And even though she prides herself in not caring about that kind of thing, she still can’t help but be a little star struck that she’s wearing Adora Grayskull’s clothes. Because how many people can say that they have? Also, pretty girl, she gay.

They got to her truck, with Adora getting in after shutting Catra’s door for her (apparently it shut better from the outside) and went to put her keys in the ignition.

This is kinda true, but also kinda bullshit. Adora is just chivalrous. Also, I’m surprised I haven’t written this in yet, but her truck’s called Swift Wind.

“Really, Grayskull?” Catra asked again. Adora gave her a blank look in return, so she continued with a sigh. “Okay well, not only was she just a shitty person, but she pretty much outed me, to the whole school. Ring any bells?”

Bright Moon High is definitely not the Horde, so most people aren’t dicks, or raging homophobes, but after a slew of bad experiences Catra had witnessed and some she’d been apart of at the Horde, she obviously wasn’t ready to come out of the closet there and being at BMH didn’t change that. But because she was outed, she didn’t really have a say in it and being from a Horde High, some people who aren’t even necessarily homophobic would use that against her.

That was when Catra looked down and realised she’d forgotten to take off her sweatshirt.

The sweatshirt is definitely going to make a reappearance. Maybe in a different form. Like I just love this trope, it’s so cute and you can’t convince me otherwise so.

Anyway, that’s the end of this commentary thing, I had a lot of fun, and if you guys liked it, feel free to leave another in my ask box! Chapter 8 is coming I promise, I’m just finding it hard to find time to write now that I’ve started A-Levels but hopefully it can be out this week! (:

#bloom asks #micah answering asks #asks and answers #bloom #send anons #spop #catradora #thank u anon #i had a lot of fun

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s-k-y-w-a-l-k-e-r · 6 years ago

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HI I LOVE YOUR BLOG AND CONTENT!!! I just finished my second viewing of Mr. Robot and in order to stave off the inevitable Rami Malek withdrawals I will soon be experiencing, might I ask what movies/shows he’s starred in that you thought were good and also maybe why? I’m asking a few blogs for this so if don’t have time/don’t wanna answer that’s cool but I’d love to get some opinions on his performances from a Rami fan. 👀

Hi! Yes, I saw @malekedd‘s response to your question and that was pretty spot-on.

After Mr. Robot and Bohemian Rhapsody, my number 1 favorite is The Pacific, by far. I was already a fan of that series before I got into this fandom. Hanks and Spielberg (along with the episodic directors) really pulled incredible performances out of the actors. Like malekedd said, you’ll have to wait until episode 5 to see Rami’s Snafu, but it’s totally worth sitting through the first four episodes with my favorite character, Leckie. Snafu is just a great character for Rami, though, because he was complicated in real life, and Rami was allowed to play him without punchlines. Snafu easily could’ve been the punchline in a lot of his scenes—and god knows he was forced to be the punchline in The War at Home too often—so watching him play Snafu with subtlety c’est *chef’s kiss* magnifique.

My other favorites are definitely Buster’s Mal Heart and Short Term 12. They both show Rami’s tender side, and I appreciate the somewhat modern setting in each. Cool story- I reached out to the director of BMH on Instagram because there was—what I thought at the time—a creepy poster of Rami up in the women’s room at Alamo Drafthouse and she responded. (I swear I was cool and apologetic, and she said this is information she can appreciate.)

I cringe through a few of his scenes in Short Term 12, but his character really grows on you, fast. After seeing BoRhap and when I was really starting to foster a crush on Rami, I watched this before Mr. Robot or anything else, and I think it’s when my heart finally exploded and said YUP, THIS FANDOM IS A GO. REPEAT. THIS FANDOM IS A GO. My ovaries also basically exploded at this part (which I literally giffed just for this post just now):

I’ve also enjoyed his role in Da Sweet Blood of Jesus though the film was difficult to sit through and I *gasp* skipped through a lot of scenes toward the end. Rami got to be sassy and attempt an accent that I think he didn’t do very well with, but it was an attractive role for him nonetheless.

Something worth mentioning that we don’t talk a lot about here (especially on my blog, since I’m pretty much all gifs) is his voice work. I watched all of Bojack Horseman after years of putting it off because he was in it, and was pleasantly surprised by the whole show. Also, sometimes it feels like he’s poking fun at Sam in his role, though it’s definitely not a perfect analogy since his character’s kind of a dick. Also, I watched him on Avatar: The Legend of Korra years ago and remember looking up the voice actor just because he had such a distinct sound compared to everyone else in the show. Of course, at the time, I was just sort of like, meh? the Pharaoh from Night at the Museum?

As adorable as he is in Night at the Museum, I was an adult when that came out and Akh was definitely created for girls younger than me. I was aware of that even then. Now I’m on Tumblr with young’ns who fell in love with him at 8 years old and I feel... vindicated? Anyway, those movies are super fun, despite being formulaic, and I’ve casually watched all of them a few times over the years.

Thanks for the question, @valkyrie-athena, and thanks for the love you’ve given to my posts over the last month or two- it hasn’t gone unnoticed!

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Break My Heart: Chapter 8 (A Solangelo Fanfic)

It’s finally here, chapter eight of BMH! The long awaited Capture the Flag showdown, and not only that, but romantic progression! Hurray! I wanted to get this done before I go on vacation. Also, side note, we are about half way through the fic now!

Enjoy!

Read on Tumblr: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

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“If I didn’t hate him, I would understand why you find him attractive,” Drew said with Will with a sidelong look.

“I do not—” Will said with a suck in of air.

“Oh please, Nico di Angelo is hot. Not as hot as me though no one is hotter than me but, he’s hot. If you’re into MySpace circa 2006 aesthetics,” Drew said with a flip of her hair.

“You’ve got blood all over your face,” Will pointed out.

“And I’m still hotter than everyone else here, what’s your point?”

“I’m telling you, all you’ve got to do is let me handle this,” Clarisse said as she stabbed their second map with her second knife. Chiara from Tyche cabin groaned as she went about looking for another one. “Me and my cabin could beat that motley crew in their sleep.”

“Oh yeah, Clarisse? Really? Is it really that easy for you?” Conner asked her in a sing-songy tone as Cecil and some of his brothers and sisters cackled behind them. That immediately had Sherman Yang and Ellis Wakefield on them.

“Listen up!” Lou Ellen said as she stepped over Clovis’ sleeping bag from where it jutted out from underneath the table while Julia from Hermes Cabin kept poking him with a yard stick in time with snores. “Demeter, Hecate, and Hypnos cabin are down with the plan that has us creating diversions. But we need to know where we are going to place the bulk of our forces.”

“Mashed…potatoes…” Clovis added from his dreams underneath the table.

“Uh…yeah, what Clovis said,” Miranda said as she cast a helpless look to Katie who was currently face-palming and shaking her head so adamantly that Will was sure he was going to need to check her for a concussion. Will helped spread their third map onto the table with Chiara’s help.

“The counselors and longtime members of CHB are pretty familiar with all the routes, so we’re going to need to rely heavily on our senior campers,” Will said to the crowd. “Offense teams, no matter what happens, make sure you keep all of the members of your squad together and protect the camper to your left. Violet, what’s the name of this technique?”

“Phalanx!” Violet chirped. “Like what Chiron taught us!”

“Good,” Will said. “The other team is big and brash and if we can make them run into us, what do we do?”

“Fake retreat, regroup, and then ambush!” called back the rest of his cabin, like any proper Grecian chorus.

“Ambuscade,” Will said before giving a nod of pride. “Good work.”

“The only problem is what the best routes are going to be,” noted Clarisse gruffly. “We’re going to need to be mostly responding, so it would be good to know what they are planning.”

“As far as I can see there are two main strategies that they could try,” Nico said as he tapped the map thoughtfully. He had been hanging back and observing the controlled chaos, but to Will’s surprise he finally decided to speak up. “They are either going to put Percy on defense and Jason on offense, or use both Percy and Jason on offense”

“What makes you say that?” Katie asked curiously.

“Well, they both have the most devastating attacks. But Percy, though he is a great swordsman, is going to be the most powerful by the river. And the river cuts the forest through the middle, so he could theoretically lead the charge to the river or stay there independently as the first line of defense. Jason can fly and is powerful anywhere so he’ll be offense, Annabeth won’t waste that. She might do a number of different other things with her team, but it’ll be based around those two.”

“Iris cabin,” Lou Ellen suddenly burst out before giving a rueful grin. “They were working on a watch with a prism in it that can put off a rainbow. They can use it for short distance communication.”

“Jason will fly and scout, and give Annabeth intel so that they can move their team,” Travis said with an appreciative nod. “What do we do in response?”

The rest of the meeting was spent cobbling together some kind of strategy. It was almost nice, Will thought, as Clarisse threatened Travis’ life with a sharpened #2 pencil. It had been a while since they had a Capture the Flag, and though he knew he might regret it, seeing everyone pumped up for a game was so much nicer then coming up with actual battle strategies (like the ones they had desperately tried to come up with in the face of the insurmountable armies of the Roman Legion). After their planning session everyone went their separate ways, to attempt to get some sleep before the big day.

“Make sure you get some shut eye,” Cecil told him as he ruffled his hair, ducking away as Well attempted to swat at him.

“I’ll try, you too,” Will said before looking to Lou Ellen. “Don’t stay up to late, okay?”

“We’ll try.”

Will turned to walk towards his cabin, thinking about strategies and another pressing issue he was having—

“Will?”

Will jumped and whirled around, seeing Nico standing behind him. His heart was pounding in his ears and he clutched his chest as he attempted to gather himself.

“Holy Hera, Nico! Don’t just sneak up behind me,” Will said as he tried to speak over his racing pulse.

“Sorry, I’ve been told I sort of disappear in the dark,” Nico said absently before shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans and slouching into his black hoodie which was about two sizes too big. “I just wanted to talk to you, about tomorrow?”

“What about tomorrow?” Will asked him.

“I want to stay with you—”

—Will rocked back on his heels. Will’s brain immediately was set to Full Fantasy Frequency and took Nico’s words and applied them ten million different ways including Nico saying that to Will while they were gliding through the sky on a magic carpet singing Disney showtunes—

“—during the game.” Nico qualified. Will wasn’t sure if felt disappointed or relieved, but definitely only one of those feelings was appropriate for the being-friends situation thing that was currently Will’s problem. Gods knew Will had been trying, but it was hard to know what lines he had to be wary of. He knew he shouldn’t even be wary of lines if Will really thought of Nico as only his friend and he was getting exhausted of it.

“Oh? Why?” Will asked, trying to get back on track.

“Well, all of the Seven who were on the quest besides me who remain at Camp Half-Blood are on Team Aphrodite,” Nico explained, and as he explained Will suddenly felt silly for putting on such a childish filter over his thoughts of him. Standing next to Will, Nico was suddenly gaining a height and purpose he hadn’t seen out of the generally morose Nico since the battle. Here was a prince and a general and a warrior wrapped in one, why would Nico be worried about Will in the way Will was about Nico when he was so obviously out of Will’s league? “Though you’ve seemed to have forgotten, Piper is an accomplished warrior and strategist in her own right. Though Annabeth is surely helping her, Piper will be in charge of this group, and beside her is Drew who has a grudge and charmspeak. There’ll be people after you in this game. It’ll be best if I stay with you.”

“Even though you can’t use your powers? You still want to guard me?” Will asked, feeling oddly touched by the display of concern.

“Don’t go mushy on me, Solace. I’m just doing my duty as a member of this team to make sure that we don’t get our collective butts kicked,” Nico said as he waved him off. “Besides, who knows, maybe Percy and Jason will end up fighting each other and won’t even come near you.”

“Yeah, what is that about? Their bro-ness tends to be off the charts but put them in an arena and they are at each other’s throats.”

“It’s a Big Three thing,” Nico said vaguely.

“You don’t ever seem like you want to butt heads with them. Neither does Hazel, if I remember right,” Will pointed out to Nico as they walked together. Nico just heaved a heavy sigh as if he were deep in thought.

“It’s hard to explain…but sometimes they annoy me so much I want to stab them through the eye socket with an icepick until I can toast their brains en brochette,” Nico said as he swatted at a few stray curls as if they were bothersome thoughts before turning his attention to Will. “Is that normal?”

“I mean…are you asking me if homicidal tendencies are normal because boy howdy I have something to tell you—“

“Anyways,” Nico said, cutting him off. “It’s hard to explain, but it’s like, a calling in your blood…deeper than that, like it’s hardwired in your nature. I personally…usually…sometimes have nothing against Percy and Jason, but because of our dads and their histories it’s like written into us to be antagonistic to each other. Usually I can control it, obviously because I’m better then them in every conceivable way, but I’m also used to thinking of my nature as destructive so…”

“Hey,” Will said, stopping him and grabbing his arm. “Don’t.”

“What?” Nico asked him, caught off guard, staring between Will and his hand as if he couldn’t quite believe that wither were in front of him.

“Don’t think of yourself as destructive. You aren’t.”

“Will, seriously,” Nico asked with a laugh that was hard and bitter, shrugging off Will’s touch easily. “You don’t know the half of it.”

“Well just know that I don’t think that’s true. I’ll never think that about you,” Will promised him firmly. “No matter what.”

“I think you are the only person who would ever think that way about a son of Hades,” Nico said he brushed past Will and walked ahead of him. He sounded utterly incredulous, and Will just smiled and knotted his hands behind his head.

“I don’t mind if I am. I’m contrary like that,” Will said with a smile, that he hoped Nico felt. Will wasn’t sure he did as they walked in their own directions.

“INCOMING!!”

Billie Ng managed to get a oak tree to flip up a branch in order to reflect an oncoming cannonball that was filled with Nemesis Cabin specialty Revenge Mix, which was essentially what happened when you put a pungent combination of herbs, rotten eggs, BO, and regret in a blender. All five of their party mostly managed to get out of the way with a well-placed dive, but all of them looked up to the sky as if it held more danger then could be conceivably imagined.

“What the hell does everyone have against cilantro,” Nico said with a disgusted shake of his head as they walked forward.

“It taste like dish soap!” Cecil said in reply before groaning and rubbing his shoe into the ground. “I think some of it got on my shoes.”

Chiara, who of course, luckily was upwind from the scent pressed on muttering things in both English and Italian about the horrible things she was going to do to Damien White when she got her very well-manicured fingers on him. Nico snorted in appreciation of Ciara’s obviously colorful vocabulary.

The game was mostly at a standstill. Hecate, Demeter, and Hypnos cabin had done a fantastic job of creating a confusing labyrinth of mist and plants for anyone attempting to get their flag. However, it had almost worked too well. According to Travis, who had been set free by Ellis before Ellis had been taken down kicking and screaming by Sebastian with a flame thrower and nail polish remover, they had figured out their regroup-and-proceed strategy and instead decided to pull out Harley’s catapults and begin a siege to wear out the magic users. Percy was guarding the river and was fending off their main forces with Athena and Nike warriors, while Jason was seemingly spotting for the catapults.

Currently Will and his mishmashed group of demigods were attempting to sneak to the jail where most of the Ares Cabin were now probably seething in captivity. They had unfortunately broken off from formation and gone after Percy full bore, leaving most of them water logged and unarmed. Release Ares, and go for a full attack on the flag was the plan at the moment. It wasn’t necessarily a great plan, but it was a plan nonetheless and they were committed it.

“I’m really not looking forward to the infirmary after this,” Will muttered mostly to himself as he looked at the general chaos ahead of them. “It’s going to be crazy.”

“Hey, at least it can’t get any worse. Probably,” Cecil pointed out to him. “And I feel comfortable saying that because Chiara’s here and she’s basically a lucky charm. Except minus the rainbow marshmallows.”

“Please, spare me. As if I haven’t heard one before,” Chiara grumbled under her breath.

They made it over the ridge and had a fairly decent view of the jail below. Will couldn’t help but grimace. There was Paolo Montes next to Drew, who was obviously attempt to flirt with Paolo (though who knew how much was getting through the language barrier). Heather from Iris Cabin was playing with a knife and was standing next to Valentina who kept sneaking glances towards Paolo and Drew while Damian seethed and barked responses to the insults that Clarisse and the crew were yelling at him.

“I could pop into the shadow and kill them,” Nico offered.

“No, you don’t,” Will hissed.

“Yeah, dude. You would get no dessert for a whole week,” Cecil said with a shake of his head.

“There’s something wrong with you guys,” Billie said with a groan. Will watched as Damien reached over to wrap his arm around Valentina’s waist--

“DAMIEN YOU SON OF A CYCLOPS GET OVER HERE I’M GOING TO MURDER YOU!” Chiara screamed before sliding down the ridge and running with sword raised. Heather went running. Damien went stark white and Valentina screamed as Ares kids hollered in appreciation of Chiara’s murderous intent.

“IMPROVISE!” Cecil shouted in response, sliding in behind her and throwing a smoke bomb.

“I hate all of your friends!” Nico snapped at Will as he pulled out the steel sword he was carrying before jumping down to join the fray. Billie’s hand went out and Lacey screamed as suddenly a maple tree decided to grab her by the roots.

Will stood up and aimed his bow, almost at the very moment that Drew whirled around to look at him. Will wasn’t great at the bow, unlike Kayla or some of his older siblings he didn’t have the gift. But there was something to be said about general aiming. His arrow went flying and hit Drew’s armor with a loud thump, sending her flying back on her butt. Immediately after she was sent toppling over again when Valentina got slapped so hard by Chiara that she went flying and tripping over Drew.

Nico was currently parrying Damien, until suddenly Nico disarmed Damien and sent him flying. Paolo was screaming as a bush began spitting prickers at him while Billie Ng kept Lacy up in the tree, and Cecil reached out his leg to trip him and sent him into a tree trunk.

“Will watch out!” Sherman Yang yelled and Will whirled around only to see Drew lunging at him with a dagger raised--

Nico, in one fluid motion, got in front of Will, pulled back his fist, and punched Drew in the face. There was a crack and Drew’s head snapped back as she fell back on the ground hard. Blood spurted out from Drew’s face as she numbly held up her hand to it.

“He just broke my nose!” Drew screamed. “You just broke my nose!”

“Gods-damned right I did,” Nico told her as he shook out his hand before holding up his fist. “Want to try that sneak attack again? Because trust me, there are plenty of other things I can break in your face and I would be pleased to give you another demonstration.”

“Damn, di Angelo. Nice work!” Clarisse said as she and the Ares kids got out of the jail. Will bent by Drew with his first aid pack and pulled out a wad of gauze after putting on gloves. Drew glared at him from over watering eyes, and if she could she would have turned her nose up at him.

“Drew, come on,” Will told her, continuing to hold out the gauze.

“He broke my nose.”

“Well, you also tried to stab me.”

“Because you shot an arrow at me!”

“Due to the fact you did something shitty to me by going out with me just to break my heart and we’re in the middle of a CTF match. I think we’re even now,” Will said with a sigh. “Now, will you let me stop the bleeding?”

Drew frowned, but conceded, and staunched the bleeding as Will gently eased bone back and gave a soothing wash of power to begin clotting and healing. Will pulled off his gloves and put them in his little trash bag.

“You’re stupidly nice,” Drew huffed. “To the point that it disgusts me.”

“Someone needs to be,” Will said as he helped Drew up. Will cast a look over to where Ares Cabin was directing some of his group members on how to bring the new prisoners back to their own jail. Nico met Will’s gaze, gave a glare to Drew, before returning to guard the exchange.

“If I didn’t hate him, I would understand why you find him attractive,” Drew said with Will with a sidelong look.

“I do not—” Will said with a suck in of air.

“Oh please, Nico di Angelo is hot. Not as hot as me though no one is hotter than me but, he’s hot. If you’re into MySpace circa 2006 aesthetics,” Drew said with a flip of her hair.

“You’ve got blood all over your face,” Will pointed out.

“And I’m still hotter than everyone else here, what’s your point?”

“Go get checked for a concussion, Drew,” Will told her with a scoff.

“Whatever, Solace, whatever. But take some advice from me? It won’t be long until everyone else realizes that di Angelo’s a little hottie when they stop being spooked by him. You might want to make that move you’ve been wanting to make,” Drew said as she sauntered off to join the other prisoners.

What?

Move? What move? Will wanted to make a move? No he certainly did not want to make a move! Will thought as his mind raced. He didn’t want to make a move. Not when Nico moved in front of him to protect him, not when Nico showed his shy smile, not when he revealed his weird sense of humor, not when the weight of Nico was on top of him the hay pile and the scent of his shampoo was seared in his brain, not when his “I want to stay with you” that made his heart do funny flips.

Aw, Hades! Hades, Hades, Hades! He totally did want to make a move! Will was totally falling in love with Nico like some kind of idiot, even though he already knew it was going to end on a dock in the fall with his heart broken! How could he let that happen—?

“OH MY GODS HELP!” came a scream that sounded very close, as did the sound of lightning striking and a sudden explosion.

“Don’t let her get away!” Annabeth Chase’s voice came.

“Alice!” Cecil gasped and suddenly veered towards the direction of the noise. Everyone was moving before any more questions could be asked, and they burst out on a trail as Alice Miyazawa sprinted with the red flag. Jason was flying above as Annabeth and the main Athena force was shouting and on her tail, along with Nyssa who was on Jake Mason’s back as she kept firing Greek Fire with what looked like a grenade launcher.

“Alice, pass!” Will shouted she slapped the flag in his hand he turn and ran before casting one final glance back. “Clarisse!”

“On it! Ares Cabin, to me! di Angelo, go with Solace!” Clarisse barked out as she held up her spear.

There was the sound of chaos behind them but Will didn’t look as he sprinted ahead. Nico kept up with him mostly, huffing. They tore through the forest together, however when they burst out by the river Will gasped as suddenly Nico pulled him over by the shirt hard. A wave smashed and receded, and Percy Jackson grinned and waved.

“Hey guys! Sorry, but I can’t let you past!” Percy said as he uncapped Riptide and gave a bright excited grin. “Otherwise Annabeth would kill me.”

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll save something for her,” Nico said with a savage looking smirk as he unsheathed his sword. “Will, stay behind me.”

“How about no way,” Will said as he threw a throwing knife he kept in his pack. Will was majorly off, but Percy still yelped and ducked, and Nico charged forward to take advantage of Percy’s surprise. Their swords clashed so hard that sparks bounced across the edge. Percy pushed Nico back on the ground with his superior strength, but before he could jab him Nico rolled and kicked at Percy’s legs. Nico was up to meet, one, two more hits as Will slide across the mud and--

Will yelped as suddenly Nico’s leg roundhouse kicked him. Will was sent sliding across the rocks and half way through the river. Percy swore and Will felt the water attempt to drag him back, but then suddenly the water let go. Will hurtled over the edge with the momentum, and cleared the side of the water.

Will looked up in shock, as did Nico who was currently pinning Percy underneath him, as he must have slide tackled him. Both of them were covered in mud, and Percy gave a defeated sigh as attempted to shake his mud covered hair out of his face.

“Gods damn it, there goes my blue M&Ms.”

The horn blew and Chiron appeared and grinned right at Will.

“Winner, Team Apollo!”

As Will had predicted, the infirmary was full after the rather rough game of Capture the Flag. Paolo needed to get prickers pulled out of a good portion of his skin, Clovis had some major bruising after he had been unceremoniously tossed out of his hammock by the Victor siblings, Pollux who had been with Aphrodite Cabin had gotten pretty badly burned by a splash of fire, Harley had broken his leg after tripping over Clovis and falling down a ditch, Kayla had gotten jabbed in the leg by a spear, and Piper was currently laying in a bed after getting body checked by Clarisse and having her arm and clavicle smashed. And that was all besides the minor bumps, bruises, and scrapes that needed tending.

“Quite the game,” Piper said, looking uncharacteristically pale. Jason sat by her bed, as immovable as a stone statue as he had been since Will had put the bones back in place.

“If I had been there…” Jason murmured but Piper shook her head gingerly.

“It’s okay, it’s the name of the game,” Piper said before swallowing. “Though I’m certainly not feeling good.”

“Nectar and ambrosia,” Will said as he gave the measured amounts to her. Jason lifted both for her to take sips and bites. “Let me see?”

Piper slowly offered her arm and Will went about his healing as he usually did. He kept it light and brief because he knew he needed to conserve. He helped bones begin to mend alongside the food and the drink of the Gods. After he did so and pulled away, Piper’s face had some color to it and she didn’t look like she was about to vomit.

“I can give you a sling and you can go, or feel free to rest here,” Will told her.

“I’ll take a sling and empty out the bed,” Piper said as Will helped her get into it.

“Is there anything I should do?” Jason asked fretfully.

“Just breathe,” Piper said with an impossibly sweet smile, that seemingly melted Jason like a freezepop in the Texas heat. She took Jason’s hand and Will’s aid, and suddenly leaned over. Piper’s eyes caught his, shifting in a margin between green and grey. “You might want to give Nico some attention, he’s looking kind of lonely.”

Will tried to splutter out a response, but it didn’t come as Piper breezed out with a laugh (followed by a clueless but bemused Jason Grace). Will looked over, his cheeks warm, only to find a freshly bathed Nico standing awkwardly.

“I’m here...since you said you could sometimes use help here, I figured now might be good,” Nico said quietly.

“Now is absolutely good, Nico,” Will told him. “Come with me?”

Nico followed him dutifully to where Kayla was laying on her side, while Violet and Emma snickered over the stitches they were doing. With a flick both of his siblings went to attend to other things, while Kayla just frowned at him.

“I’m fine!” Kayla said and Will just rolled his eyes.

“Nico do me a favor and hold the gauze against where the stitches are so I can wrap this?”

“Sure,” Nico said before doing just as well said, ignoring Kayla’s complaints that his “hands were too cold”. Will worked on wrapping Kayla’s leg with practiced motions.

“I never thanked you, you basically won us the match,” Will pointed out as he saddled next to Nico.

“No, that was you,” Nico said, keeping his gaze down.

If he looks up, I’ll give it a chance, Will promised himself. If there’s really something there worth changing fate about, I’ll try.

Will’s fingers brushed against Nico’s and Nico looked up, eyes wide. Their gazes held and Will swore there was electricity moving in the air between them, so much so that Will had the desire to go ask if Jason was still in the room. Will swallowed heavily around his heart in his throat before saying,

“Uh, move your hand?”

Nico jerked, looking flushed and slightly embarrassed and Will finished up without any of the practiced grace. Will offered Nico a small smile, one that Nico reflected.

“Idiots,” Kayla huffed as she lay down heavily.

#Solangelo #Solangelo fic #Nico di Angelo #Will Solace

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redeemedbymygoel · 5 years ago

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No Purpose of God’s Can Be Thwarted (Part 3/3) | BMH 2019 Reflection

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Week 4: God’s Purpose Revealed and Goodbyes

*prays before eating lunch*

“Ah! Do you believe in Jesus?”

“Yes...”

“Me too!”

“GOD, WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD TO ME THIS WEEK?!?!?!”

God gifted me this week with 16-year-old Grace* and 15-year-old Lucy* who, along with several familiar faces, came from the Week 1 orphanage! Day 1 not only did I find out that my translator Matty was a Christian, but also, at mealtime, I prayed and found out so was Grace! By evening, I had been blessed to sing songs like, “10,000 Reasons” with our family and get to curl Lucy’s hair when she couldn’t go to swim time. God also used a volunteer from that week named Kara, to show us all more of why He relocated us Week 1.

“I saw Lucy is in your group.”

“Yeah! I have Lucy and Grace. God is so GOOD! I just found out that Grace and my translator are both Christians!”

“I was thinking the same thing! Every year I went to camp at Yantai, Lucy’s always been in my family group but this year I heard Zhengzhou needed more volunteers, so I decided to come here. I was afraid that Lucy might feel sad that I wasn’t in Yantai this year but then I saw her walk in and I was like, ‘Wow, God! You’re amazing!’”

My jaw dropped when I heard that and at the volunteer meeting that night when we shared about it, we were all mind blown at God’s sovereignty.

“WOW. God had a purpose and reason for moving us!”

Even more amazingly, Grace’s testimony affirmed God’s sovereign hand even over orphans who age out! Grace was born with a lot of health problems and abandoned by her parents who divorced. She was sent to a Buddhist foster home where the practice was drilled into them yet somehow she just knew that Buddhism was not “the way”. The foster home burned down and she was relocated to another orphanage where there happened to be Christian teachers who taught the kids math, English, and the Bible! When Grace was 13, she decided to give her life to Jesus. A year later, a Canadian Christian family had read about her online, moved to China, and adopted her so she got to live with them! Still, Chinese law says orphans are not adoptable at age 14 so a year later at 15, she was moved to this orphanage.

It would seem that all hope is lost, but God had bigger plans.

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” ~Isaiah 55:8-9

Grace’s family told her that when she was 18, she would go back to living with them while also giving her a bible and phone to keep up with them. What is God’s purpose in keeping her in this orphanage for the next 2 years? Through brokenness, He started to reveal more of that.

Grace had a mental break down the whole day of the talent show and we were speechless on what to do. I felt so weak and helpless that day, unable to understand what was going on in her heart- all I could do was get to my knees and pray. That night, we just sat handing her tissues. I knew that the only One who could comfort her was the Comforter Himself, so I said,

“Although I don’t know what’s on your heart, I’m glad you know the One who does. Lean on Him and pray to Him. He will never leave you or forsake you.”

I just sat there and hugged her for a half hour as she cried. Through it all, my other girl Lucy asked why I was saying what I said. Wow! Even through seemingly “inconvenient” trauma, God can still allow it to be a chance to share the gospel. Truly, not one plan for the sake of His glory can be thwarted!

Although Grace had to wait for two years to go back to her family, in the waiting, God can use her life as a testimony to these kids. I can’t openly share the gospel with these kids but she probably can! Her life is already a picture of the gospel: for the one who knows Christ will also receive the family of Christ.

We all, like Grace, are broken humans who move from place to place, fostered by the philosophy of the world that will never satisfy because it is not the “Truth”. In fact, one day, all those who follow in the philosophy of the world will lose everything and similarly burn as they are thrown into the “lake of fire”. Yet, a good and gracious God from afar sees us. He left all He knew to come live in ‘our land’ as a man because of love. God shows His love for us in this: that while we were still sinners (following in the ways of the world), Christ died for us. He died for our sins so we can be forgiven by a Holy and Just God. Not only are we forgiven, but we are redeemed into a new life where we receive His Spirit and are adopted as His children into His heavenly family.

Still, because of the work to be done, we still live on the earth surrounded by a broken world but are given the Word of Truth to guide us to live as Jesus lived. Hence, while we wait for Jesus to come back and redeem us fully, we have a mission here to be a witness for Jesus through how we live. As we yearn to finally be with our heavenly “family”, He teaches us to learn to look more to Christ as His power is perfected in our brokenness and weakness. No evil in the world could thwart God’s plan of adoption for Grace and no evil in the world can thwart God’s plan to redeem us into the family of Christ because the work “is finished.”

“But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” ~ 2 Corinthians 12:9-10

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“I want to encourage you all that there is hope. I wasn’t supposed to stay for Week 4 but I praise God that I did. When these kids left Week 1, I wondered, will I ever see them again? But seeing them again this week encouraged me so much! Just seeing us again, made their days even brighter. You can just tell they had so much fun being back this week! I hope you all would consider coming back next year to be consistency for these kids, something they don’t have. I definitely want to and I want you all to keep me accountable.”

The Lord allowed me and other staff to impart these words to the translators. Leaving camp was of one of the most painful goodbyes. Today, I still think so much of the kids and all that has happened. Some days I am so happy but then I cry because my heart yearns to see, hold, and hug them. My heart’s desire is to move to East Asia, to be closer to the kids (and my extended family) to the point of questioning why the Lord has me here in the United States. Opportunities have come but He has made it clear that they are not His will.

Yet I must remember that He is sovereign and that He has a good plan for me in His timing (which may not be my plans or timing but when He reveals it, it will be perfect). There is a reason He has brought me back to the US. In the meanwhile, He reminds me to pursue Him and pray that the seeds planted in these kids would lead them to a living hope in Christ until we (prayerfully) meet again next year. May You, O Lord, help me to be content in You, wherever You place me, for I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate me from Your love.

“Delight yourself in the LORD, and he will give you the desires of your heart.” ~ Psalm 37:4

#bringmehope #bringmehopeintern #Job42:2 #psalm 37:4 #2corinthians12:9-10 #isaiah55:8-9 #10000reasons #blessthelord

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pixelatedlenses · 8 years ago

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Fukushima’s Black History: An Introduction to Black History in the Making by a Pochari Black Historian Living in Fukushima City, Fukushima, Japan

Okay, let’s ear mark today for the annals of history, as I often do whenever I’m feeling a tad bit important: it’s February 15, 2017. I’m at my desk in Fukushima City, a large, pink cup of ice water to my right, a Yuri!!! On Ice postcard series by Crea –a gift from the librarian that will be promptly put in a Daiso frame, then moved to what has been nicknamed the Yuri on Ice shrine in my nerd den, tonight– on my left, cell phone in front of me as I engage in a hearty discussion of being black and being Japanese/Okinawan with a friend. (said friend is, of course, @crossingoverland, a great human being who I will proudly say is an ally to me and I am an ally to.)

I’ve just returned from the first of two classes and you know what: I’m black. It’s time to celebrate that, though everyday is a wonder when you’re capable of realizing being black and proud no matter your location or situation. Let’s unwrap that for the rest of this month –over 13 days, as a matter of fact– and see where that takes us.

Why now?

Well, primarily because it’s BMH, Black History Month, a routine month for many in the states, and a time to celebrate blackness for others. Right now –well, not now because it’s 9:52 a.m. JST, and hopefully no students are at school, in class, at 6:52 p.m. CST, save for the never-sleeping grad student– teachers across the 50 states are teaching Black History in some form, whether honestly, realistically, or through slavery and civil rights only. (That’s to you Texas. That’s to you.)

For me, abroad in Japan and half a world away from my first home, it’s a time to reconnect back to basics and my roots: I’ve been distanced from a lot of things in America, but blackness never goes away. I’d dare say it’s more visible here in Japan, and that I notice it daily, almost like it’s a proverb of sorts. Blackness is sticking though: we are here forever, staining history like sumi ink, leaving a legacy wherever we go unrepentantly. That legacy, I suppose, has followed me to Japan where –in Fukushima City– I am creating black history.

(Note that this is not a notion that’s completely my own. I can thank The Japan Time’s article by Baye McNeil titled “In Japan, Don’t Just Celebrate Black History, Be Black History” for the inspiration of the feel and title style of this mini-series on the blog.)

Now, I’m not the only black ALT in the prefecture: we’ve got a good plenty of us, from all reaches of the West with different experiences, degrees, and ideas. But to be honest, this series is about me: it’s a very intimate look at my particular experience, including stories of old women making racists comments only to be publicly shamed on the bus to students realizing I’m black on Valentine’s Day. This is going from Day 1 in Narita to Today in Fukushima City: call it a cover-all, tell-all about my life here.

This series will include four main parts, all with what I think are incredibly witty titles. Here’s what to look forward to in this latter part of the month:

Fukushima Black History: Being Black in Japan on a Macro-Scale, or How I Live Freely Being Black, Proud and an Educator

Fukushima Black History: Being Black in Japan on a Micro-Scale, or Stories on Microagressions, Loud Voices, Public Shaming, and Being True to Myself (Formerly known as Pochari-sensei and the Great Big Blackness, or My Black Fukushima Life)

Fukushima Black History: Being a Black Woman in Japan, or Am I Pretty or Pretty Dark? (Formely known as Black Girl Pretty or Pretty for A Black Girl: Image, Blackness, And Styling Myself in Japan)

Fukushima Black History: Being A Fat Black Woman in Japan, or How Come My Hips Keep Hitting Everything in Daiso?

Fukushima Black History: A Conclusion to a Story That Has Just Begun, or How I’m History in the Making and How My Kids See Americans Now

Those are some pretty great titles, if I do say so myself. They’re from my own noggin, of course: chalk it up to a decade as a writer. I should note that in a rare move, these will be reblogged to my writing blog, but will be nested her as a primary source. (Honestly, some of these titles might change, save for the one about Daiso because that’s just reality.)

I might try to swing a video at the end of the month. Ideally, it’d be a Q&A about being black in Japan, being fat and black in Japan, and being fat, black, and queer in Japan. I’d love to field a bunch of questions, whether that bunch is two questions or twenty questions. Send them my way and I’ll gladly answer them.

After all, history is not made by being quiet or docile: it’s made be being a nuisance and never giving up. It’s made by letting your voice ring out in many different ways. I may seem quiet and meek, but my history will be a loud one: my words are my weapon, and my greatness is my shield.

By no means, by the way, is this series meant to demean white people. I don’t want white guilt, don’t like white guilt, and don’t want it in my inbox: it’s a completely selfish thing to have the privilege of guilt, and I don’t want it anywhere near me. Nor is it me beating up on my white friends: I respect them, and have the expectation that they are working through their microagressions just like I expect them to expect me to work through mine.

This is just a series about my life, my blackness, and my experience. Sometimes, that’s all talking about ethnicity is.

Please don’t take offense because there’s isn’t any: my story is my story, and if that’s if offensive, I’d like you to question why you find me talking about my experience bad. I’d like to talk to you about why it bothered you that I got upset at an older, Japanese woman remarking about my blackness and fatness and moving away on the bus. I’d like to know why you feel that this month is not necessary, if you’re that person who comes across my blog.

Let’s have a dialogue because if we never talk about these things, blackness will be a bad thing forever. I’ll listen, we’ll have a dialogue, and hopefully, grow from it together. (Or not: sometimes, you can’t enact change through conversation. Change is something you have to want, not will.)

Also, before we end, shoutout to @oneinsilence for making quizzes and materials this month centered on Black Inventors. When they asked me about what I would want to see represented, I mentioned that the rhetoric, all my life –in school, certainly not at home where my mother taught me to be Black and Proud– it’s surrounded two things: the civil war, and thus slavery, and civil rights.

(School barely scrapped the tip of the iceberg, and now as an adult, it’s downright shameful that high school curriculums will teach me about English family crests and their individual meanings, but do the barest job of pushing past the civil war/civil rights rhetoric surrounding blackness. Like, we did other things, guys? I’m looking at you, Texas.)

That being said, I mentioned the idea of black inventors as a theme, as many common items and aspects of society –3D imaging, street lights, shoe lasting machines, peanut butter, and the hardly talked about, but fan favorite, dust pan– wouldn’t exist without an often invisible black hand. That’s not to discount anyone, but to admit that a lot of America is filled with blackness: it is literally inescapable, and that’s not bad, but a fact that we had and have a strong presence in making America great, to poach a phrase from the American Overlord who now deigns himself worthy of being an “American Leader”.

Greatness manifests in many forms: one of those forms is black, just as it is white, Asian, Latinx, Arab, and many other identities that make us all worthwhile. Greatness is not exclusive.

So come along for my history and let’s celebrate another part of Fukushima: Black Fukushima History in the making, actively, vividly being created day by day.

#black history month]#black history month 2k17 #bhm #bhm 2k17 #pocharihistory #personal #being black in Japan #black in japan

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lionzkingsview-blog · 6 years ago

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I could write a lot of what many of you already know. What I am going to say is GO OUT AND VOTE. We talk about it not working. The problem is we have never really attacked it to win. We have gone into a boxing match and slapped our opponent. He beats our ass an we touch him one finger at a time. See we need to learn from white people. Before getting into the ring. They have mentally destroyed their opponent. They have made him weak by stealing everything from him. While we worry about being strong and fighting punch for punch. They are playing chess and we are playing checkers. If we don’t vote and infest this system like they have. We can not complain about it not working. GO VOTE AND ILL KEEP SAYING IT, until someone can teach me how is voting hurts our people. People always wonder why I have such a big problem with the system of Church. Whether it’s the government or the churches or the churches working for the government. They both are setting up our people. If you check every community that has a high rate of crime. You will see something interesting. Their is a low level of education in the community. Chicago has a high crime we hear about it all the time. So why when #chancetherapper was asking money for schools. The City instead built a new prison and got more police????? They know that education is a problem for them because than these child will start asking question. They will want more with their lives. So they leave them with no opportunities. They leave them ignorant. Do your own research and tell me I am wrong. From Africa to America the system works on all our people. Give us religion and keep us dumb. --------------------------------------------------#therealremyredd #Blackmedia #BotherVex #blackinamerica #BlackLivesMatter #blackhistoryiseveryday #BlackHistory #blackhistorymonth #StephCurry #Lebron #Nas #Beyonce #beyoncé #KimKardashian #cardib #nickiminaj #justiceforchikeshaclemons #getthestrap #ThisisAmerica #colinkaepernick #nike #boycottnfl #cosby #BillCosby #getthestrap #danielclary #BothamShemJean #KanyeWest #BeingBlackInAmerica https://www.instagram.com/p/BoeviD-BMhS/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1xwknu02kyoz8

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expreszyourself · 7 years ago

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10 Questions with AmonStar

Amon Bokako (affectionately known as AmonStar) is an absolute inspiration. The man is well-educated and extremely skilled in everything that he has put his mind on. 2018 is his year to continue shining like years prior but this year, he goes further than ever. We get to know this music producer and graphic designer in 10 questions...

1. Let's first start with the name AmonStar. Why the name? How did it come about and who is AmonStar?

I was given the name by a friend of mine as a joke. It was initially "A Monster" as a joke since I was the only black guy in town until when I started making music where I just converted it into something positive. After all, everyone I seem to meet has high hopes of me, don't ask me why, so what better way to represent that than be written with the stars. Amonstar, I would describe as a shelled-up artist, designer, producer, etc who just finds ways to express himself through his embodiment of work than just talk. I don't like talking about myself rather let my work speak for me LOL

2. You studied Multimedia at one college while you were also studying at Boston Media House. Tell us, why and how did you juggle your studies and why multimedia?

I was studying Digital design. Boston was kind of a blessing in disguise because I wanted to carry on with my Software engineering course, but my bro accidentally enrolled me at BMH. Well… graphic design, I had taught myself and just really wanted a certificate to say that I know it so I basically bunked a lot of classes, so I can focus at BMH.

3. We know you have a lot of skills but let's focus on these two – Graphic designing and music production. Why those two and when it did the love and interest develop for Graphics and music?

Maaan… I always had love for music and sound. I wanted to study sound engineering actually but didn't meet the requirements because I played too much in high school. Ended up getting into software engineering because I saw there was music production in one of the modules, so I hopped on. The course also had graphic design which instantly caught my attention, so I just focused on learning more about it and here I am.

Music production was weird how I got into it. I had a couple of my friends who were in a rap group. One day we were chilling. One of the guys had Reason on his PC. He was messing about on it then just said "Man you look like you know this ish. Play something". I'm always down for something new so I jumped in. I remember messing with the drum sequencer which ended up in to this gritty gangsta beat and they went crazy over it. So, it carried on from there.

4. As a graphic designer and music producer, what sets you apart from those who are in those fields? And what are the key elements one can identify on your work in both music and graphics and say “that's AmonStar” if there's any?

In terms of design, I mainly try to stay away from the generic trends and clichés that everyone tends to fall for. There are a ton of great designers out there but most of them forget that in design, you're not necessarily trying to create something that looks good and fancy. It’s about you are capturing your audience clearly and conveying the message in a concise way. I think that's what seta me off and the fact that I don't focus on one thing coz design can be very broad

In term of production, I don't really seem to have a certain signature sound even though most people that hear my music say they can hear my style. I listen to a lot of genres from Jazz to EDM so I find myself influenced by a lot of the motifs from across all genres and all I try to do is express myself and keep everything original.

5. As a music producer ever sold a beat or produced someone with your beat and felt like the artist didn't do justice on it and how did you deal with it?

Damn. Yeah. It happens a lot. It happened quite recently but I won't call any names. It tends to happen a lot with rappers a lot because I, myself, when I’m writing and composing, I have a vision and story. I try to convey through instruments, arrangement and chord progressions but I feel some artists hear a nice melody or groove and just run for pen and paper without taking the time to listen to what the music says.

6. We see that almost every young person gets into graphic designing. How difficult it is to get clients and to convince them that your work is the real deal?

Graphic design is a very competitive field. Almost all creative fields are competitive. Clients are hard to come by. Usually, you have to go out and pitch for clients which you see have a certain need that you can provide but, in most cases, you just have to make sure that you put in 200% in your work and it will speak for itself because most clients are found through word of mouth. Also keep an open mind and treat any client you find as professional as possible.

7. This usually happens with a lot of creative head, when creative juices are gone or off and you are near a deadline of delivering the work, what do you do?

Oh the joys of being a creative. That is why it’s incredibly important that you plan accordingly. When you have a job, you make sure you get a lot of information regarding your approach, idealisation and a view of the final product.

8. You are pretty much in one of the toughest industries or fields to break into, have you ever in your life reached that breaking point of quitting and what keeps you going?

It happens all the time. Best way I overcome that is I try to remind myself why I came into this and that is to leave a spark and make a difference.

9. What can we expect from AmonStar this year and the coming years?

Well… this year, I'm focusing on new brand strategies and to find a way to break into new markets. So, going to focus on augmented reality and the 3D field. Musically, I am looking to release more music and compile my first ever beat tape that will include different styles I work with and hopefully collaborate with new artists.

10. What are you bumping on your stereo currently?

Currently, I'm exploring a lot of Lo-Fi Hip Hop and a lot of unrecognised talent. Xavier & Sango, Evidence, Soul Etiquette, the whole Strange Music Crew, Blasko, OSHUN, CyHi the Prynce, anticipating Tom Misch’s new album – Geography. Just to name a few.

Questions compiled by Paul Moeti

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