#Team 140

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[class1akids]

EP 140 promo sketch by Akira Iwamoto x

[miyatalksshit]

I believe that the only reason why mashima didn't give team friends or fucking and their children jobs that do not have any destruction is cause lucy would be the only one having something to contribute

[geuretea]

Attack for @bvannn!

Mikey's just chilling, why is Shaun trying to scare him 😭

[theoryandahalf]

My short review:

Tom is the only person who can make me care about Poppy Playtime, istg. I really enjoyed his first episode, despite the subject. We got singing! We got intrigue! He's also being very careful not to sound too much like Matpat, which is for the best IMHO. I appreciate he didn't invoke Matt's son despite the obvious link to the title character of the episode, and he didn't scream LOOORREE or drag out the channel's signoff. (I was kinda hoping he'd have his own unique signoff, honestly. Maybe he'll develop one later?) The graphics and content feel like GT but Tom does not sound like Matt. At least not to me.

So the episode didn't feel forced but it also didn't feel particularly special. I guess they're being cautious and trying to ease everyone into the hosts, preferring an episode that felt like business as usual. I think it works, I think most super fans know Tom very well at this point. Overall the comments appear very supportive but it is super early.

Kinda weird how the three intro facts he brought up about himself were that he's English, he beat dawko at axe throwing (fair) ...and that he's allergic to apples of all things? Hope that pays off later. Either way, great job, Tom! I knew you could do it!

[ceyskywalker]

always on yoshida's side btw

[kitsunabi]

Panicking remembering that I never brought a cleanser to a Kafka fight-

Oh.... nevermind. She's fine

[snowshinobi]

Lvl 9 normal attack Neuvillette can cook

[lesbianpegbar]

if i ever were to sell any ps2 games i collect which idk if i ever would but if i ever do i am not selling that shit for a billion dollars i dont even care. oh it always goes for $200+? thats cool im putting it on ebay for $25. if im selling i just want someone else to be able to experience the game idc about making a million billion dollars i want everyone to be able to access this game that is all

[fulviavincit]

Hey! Idk how long ago you posted the thing about Anya’s weight I completely agree— and it’s because so often the standard for girls is to be 100-120lbs with complete disregard for their height, etc that we literally view those weights as “health goals” when for so many (if not most) that weight will pose negative health effects.

sorry this took me ages to get to bc it’s a topic v close to my (?) heart? brain? idk. but yeah it’s genuinely frightening and triggering and i see it every day on here. filtered her name today for my own sanity. she looks so so unwell and people are still tagging like she is the moment 🥰💅 it scares me

[inbabylontheywept]

i did wrestling in middle school. on one hand, i was actually quite good at it, which was nice. being good at any sport was a new achievement for me. on the other hand, i was bi, and i was trying very hard not to notice that i was bi, and getting folded into knots by very kind, very muscular dorks made that task somewhat difficult.

adding fire to the problem was that my parents and my grandparents wanted to watch my matches, because they were very proud that their Gangly Nerd Son was actually Sporting, and they wanted to cheer me on. which would've been sweet and all, but if there are four people you do not want there during a key part of your Burgeoning Sexual Awakening, it is your mom and your dad and your grandma and your grandpa.

right? i mean, imagine some guy's got your head in his armpit, and you're going you know, old sweat smells bad, but fresh sweat has a sort of and then you make eye contact with your grandpa in the stands and you remember you're swearing spandex so if you pop a boner people aren't just going to be able to see the outline, they're going to be able to count the veins, and the only way you will be able to restore your family's honor after that would be by moving to siberia and renouncing joy, forever. that, or lift your entire body up by your kneck then twist 180 degrees without paralyzing yourself.

it’s a lot of pressure, is what i’m saying.

still it did motivate me to win my matches really fast. because i was so tall and skinny, i was stupidly good at the double leg takedown, and then once someone was knocked down, i'd just do the half nelson and kind of flip em over for the pin. then the ref would count to three and i’d win. EZPZ.

i had one match where that went great. won in the first ten seconds, sat back down, and prepared myself for a good hour or two of doing fuck all. didn't even feel bad the parents/grandparents were gonna be bored. the matches went up from me in 5 pound increments (i was in the 115 lbs division) and it was going great until we got to the 145 lbs division. the other school's wrestler stepped onto the mat, and she turned out to be a girl so our guy flipped, because for straight guys, wrestling a girl is not a pleasant experience.

i'm not entirely unsympathetic. my experience wrestling dudes was definitely a little traumatic. but also, i dealt. guy could've dealt too. instead, he refused to wrestle, and the coach went - fine. not even worth fighting over.

so he went to the 140 pounder, and that guy said, nosir, my mom said mormons can't wrestle girls. next guy down, 135 pounder, now he knew he could pull the same card and thus did. 130 pounder, 125, both tapped out. he got to the 120 guy, and that guy was catholic, but he said he was considering being mormon, and thus would have to pass. as a precaution.

coach blew up a little at that. he said "is there anyone - anyone - on this entire goddamn team that is willing to wrestle a girl?" and then he pointed at me and said "YOU. MAT. GO."

and i'll be real, if i'd been paying more attention, i'd have pulled the mormon card too, but i'd just been putting all that audio into a buffer file because i was reading, so i was halfway across the mat before i even processed what had been said and by then it was too late to turn back.

still i had a plan. and my plan - my beautiful, perfect plan - was to do what i'd always done. tackle, flip, pin, win. sit down. read. bore my family to death. move on.

i got the first part right. she was bigger than me, but she wasn't taller. just an incredibly stout woman. god built me like a snake with glasses, just as he built her like a combat cube. the problem was the half nelson. soon as she was down, i tried hooking my arm under hers from behind and for both genders, the defense for this move is just clamping your arms really fucking tight against your sides. if you're a guy, that's whatever, but if you're a girl - especially if you're god's chosen combat cube - that pins your opponents hand right against your boob.

so, i got the hook in, she clamped, my whole arm pressed against something soft, my coach was yelling THE HALF NELSON. BABYLON! JUST FINISH IT! FINISH THE HALF NELSON! and i was just trying to press hard enough to finish, when then my brain went

...oh.

and i flipped out. of course i flipped out. i like girls, and touching a boob is an elemental experience, and i was not ready. i was not prepared. i had not committed the sacred rites. i recoiled like i'd just brushed my arm against the surface of the sun, stood up, and backed away. nobody in the room knew why i'd given up. all they saw was me, right about to win, suddenly flailing around and scrambling. so everyone started screaming at me to just get the half nelson again, and i couldn't really yell back there's a fuckin' boob in the way and it was very distressing, and the only way i could think of to make them stop was just doing it over again the right way.

so i did.

i hunkered down and prepared myself for Wrasslin' Attempt #2: The Sequel.

i knocked her down again, EZPZ. i went for the half nelson again, but she knew what i was about to do so she super clamped, and i knew she was gonna super clamp, so i wound my arm back like a pop-eye cartoon punch before swinging my arm through the gap between her bicep and her side, but the amount of time i spent winding back super signalled what i was about to to do, which gave her time to clamp even harder, which somehow redirected the entire force of the popeye punch to the bottom of her bra.

it spat out a single boob the same way an action hero might spit out one single tooth after getting a solid crack across the jaw. as if to say:

*ptooie.* "that all you got?"

i did not actually see this. my experience was that first there was an arm, then there was a bit of boob, but i was braced, i was ready, forward at all costs, tatakae motherfuckers, and then the boob went away, and i didn't know where it went but my team, and the audience, and everyone who was in front of me, they all gasped like i just kicked them in the stomach. except for my coach. he was behind me, and thus one of the four people in the room who did not see the boob. now my mom, my dad, my grandma, and my grandpa, they all got flashed but nooooooo, coach thunderbutt was behind me, and he didn't see shit so he was still yelling NOOOOOO BABYLON WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST FINISH THE NELSON! GO FOR THE KILL! BABYLON! BABYLON!

but i did not go for the kill. i stood up and she stuffed her boob back real fast, and we just kind of circled each other awkwardly until time ran out and i won on points. that's not technically allowed, but the ref had some mercy on me.

my coach did not.

i barely had time to sit down before he strode over to the bench to chew me out.

"babylon," he said, in that very calm way people get when they're too pissed to yell. "why didn't you pin?"

and i didn't know how to say well coach, i tried, but there was a boob, and it kept getting in the way, and my mom was watching, and so was my dad, and so was his dad, and his mom, and god (like bible god) and that's a can of worms because i'm pretty sure he was already mad at me, and i'm wearing spandex, and i think i might have to move to siberia, so instead i said

"i uh. i forgot how to do the half nelson."

which is actually impossible. forgetting how to do the half nelson is like forgetting how to swallow your spit.

and he looked at me, like i was the dumbest person in the entire world, and i looked through him like i'd just survived my 250th day in a trench at verdun, and he said: fine.

fine.

but we're all going to practice it for an hour tomorrow because you forgot.

and then he left.

and my buddies had the gall to be salty about it. i got so many comments saying "dude, why didn't you just tell him the truth?" and i said "you can if you care so damn much. you could've wrestled the girl too. maybe someone else should do the hard thing today."

but they didn't. so the next day, we did an hour of half nelson drills, and i spent a decent amount of time getting thrown around the mat, and it was pleasant in exactly the way that i hated and the year after that, to the surprise of everyone but myself, i quit wrestling and joined the trivia team.

and if you want more reasons to love my mom, my grandpa joked after the match that i might have to talk to my bishop about it, and my mom told him he would be allowed to make jokes after he stood in front of a crowd of 110 people in spandex underpants while wrestling a woman that was not his wife.

he paused for almost five seconds after that. then he said: aw. hell. sorry babylon.

and i'd have preferred my apology from god, but getting it from him was pretty good too.

[class1akids]

BNHA ep 140 promo sketch by Noriko Morishima x

[snkrbonbon]

addidas Mundial Team

[kandicon]

I need to get more jobs so I can commission artists more often (flawless logic that has never once failed me)

[freshthoughts2020]

[renee-writer]

Awake Chapter 140 Plotting

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As he walks back into the house, Jasper and Alice greet him.

 

“We may have a problem.” Jasper says.

 

“What is it?”

 

“Tanya, her future is frenzied as she makes plans before changing her mind. What I can pick up shows she is debating between going home or taking some type of revenge on Bella.”

 

“Revenge, on Bella. For what?” That he didn’t see that coming.

 

“She blames her for your conversion and your inability to fully commit to her.” Jaz replies.

 

“She blames her for going into labor,” he starts to pace, running his hand through his hair, “for me being the only one there and the experience of delivering Faith drawing me to God, my inability to  let Bella go?”

 

“Yes, knowing it isn’t logical, she is working with her heart and not her mind.” Jasper says.

 

“Were is she now?”

 

“Upstairs, in the guest room.” Alice says.

 

“I will go try to talk with her.”

 

“Do you want me to go with you?” Alice asks.

 

“No, but thanks. I started this and need to see it through.”

 

Tanya sits on the couch. She looks up when he walks in.

 

“Can I talk with you?”

 

“Sure, Bella has so why shouldn’t you.”

 

“Did Bella help in anyway?”

 

“She helped me understand what happened, how she ended up with him. I can’t  believe you were stupid enough to allow her to sleep with him. I thought you smarter then that. But whatever.”

 

“I miscalculated how much Bella felt for Jacob. I will have to live with that for the rest of my existence. That, however, has nothing to do with why you are upset.”

 

“No, it doesn’t. I was just trying to get the big picture. What is more important is how that decision lead to Faith ‘s birth and you leaving me.”

 

“Faith ‘s birth was a miracle. I regret, with everything in me, how I hurt you. The heartbroken man you found at Denali is gone. That isn’t Bella ‘s fault. Blame me if you need to. I should have never been intimate with you without loving you with my whole heart. My fault entirely.”

 

“I just don’t see why you can’t let her go.”

 

He shakes his head. “It isn’t about her now. It is about a more powerful love that I am just beginning to understand.”

 

“God,” she sneers, “you know what we are. As though there is a God for such as us.”

 

“I believe there is.”

 

“Well, good for you. If it helps you to believe them good. I just need to figure out what helps me.”

 

“Alice sees you thinking about some sort of revenge on Bella. I am telling you that we won’t let that happen.” He glares down at her.

 

“Relax. It was just an errant thought. I won’t hurt your precious Bella.” Even as she reassures him, she blocks her thoughts. He doesn’t believe her.

 

“Tanya!”

 

“Just go. You aren’t helping. I need to work this out myself.”

 

His thoughts are, as he walks out, ‘ What are you working out?’

 

He fills Jasper and Alice in.

 

“You think she is still plotting.” Jasper worries.

 

“Yes, I am going to warn Bella and Jacob. You two tell the rest of the family.” He starts running.