#Week9

[foxwithadarkside]

They did it again. I mixed the two fanfics written for this pic.

@clone-protection-agency @pinetree-tbb

Summer of Bad Batch

Week 1/Alt. Prompt: “It’s not what you think.” Week 5 Main Prompt: “You’re a bad liar.” Week 9 Main Prompt: “Hold still.” @summer-of-bad-batch

[tlmtwelve]

Phee already knows all the constellations, but she likes listening to Tech explain them.

Week 9 Prompt: @summer-of-bad-batch

[neyswxrld]

brighter than a shooting star

Wrecker x fem!reader

summary: While period cramps almost destroy a wonderful evening, Wrecker has a great idea to make it perfect instead.

warnings/vibe: period & cramps, reader has hair (it's mentioned that it's brushed in a sentence), softness, sweetness and some kisses on the cheek for wrecker!

words: ~1410

a/n: hello everyone! i was like, preparing myself for having my period. at the same time i was super sad that no one went to watch the perseids with me. sooo this is the outcome of that situation. also, this of course fits perfectly with the stargazing and the "you really think you're going without me? not going to happen." prompts of @summer-of-bad-batch. i hope you enjoy!

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Tonight is a special night.

You've heard it all over the news: There will be shooting stars all over the night sky!

The last time you've seen some of them was several years ago, but you remember it as clearly as it was just yesterday: You and your best friend at that time, sitting in your garden. Blankets around you, keeping you warm from the cold night. You're joking around and talking, while looking up into the sky. And then, here and there, you see some bright lines across the sky.

It was such a beautiful event, and every time you think back to it, you just think about how lovely it was.

It was the first and last time you saw any shooting stars.

Until today.

Tonight is a community night on Pabu, and a few villagers and you decided to settle down at the beach and look at the sky.

Of course, the Batch, and especially Wrecker, are with you.

Since the execution of Order 66 you are practically inseparable. You went through thick and thin: lost Crosshair, met Cid, fought against Cross, made friends, thought you lost Tech, lost Omega, got Tech back, got Crosshair and Omega back, lost Omega another time, and then, finally, got her back for the final last time. And then you settled down on Pabu. Together.

In that time, you also grew closer with Wrecker. Much closer.

So close, that you finally confessed your feelings to him, and he returned them. Still does.

So close, that you indeed are together now, even some years after the fall of Tantiss.

And you love each other like it's the first day.

Surrounded by your loved ones, under the sea of stars, in Wrecker's warm and loving arms, waiting for the shooting stars, it should be the perfect evening.

You've been excited about this day for weeks.

But it just isn't.

You can't believe that a small incident like your period seems to ruin this whole, lovely evening. But it does.

You are uncomfortable, your stomach is aching, you actually feel kind of nauseous and you could run to the toilet every few minutes. Except there isn't a toilet nearby.

In short - you feel horrible and could start crying just at this moment.

"Hey, what's up?" Wrecker asks in this second. Oh, your sweet, attentive boyfriend. Always there when you needed him.

"I don't feel good," you say to him, leaning in a little closer.

"Is there anything I can do?" he asks, but you just shake your head.

"No, it's just my period. I think I need to go home, take a hot shower and just sleep until tomorrow. I think it'll be better then," you whisper, and Wrecker nods.

"Just let me say goodbye to anyone, then we can go, alright?"

"What? No, no worries. I want you to have fun with your brothers tonight," you say, not wanting him to pass out on that.

"You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen," he says playfully and grins at you.

"But I know you were excited about this evening, so you should enjoy it as planned," you try to convince him, but at the same time you're quite relieved that he doesn't want to leave you alone.

"Well, yes! But I was just so excited because you made me excited. I wanted to spend this evening with you, and I still want to," he explains and gets up, taking you with him. You feel like your heart just melts away at his sweet words.

The two of you say goodbye to his brothers and his sister, he packs your small picnic blanket and together you start your slow walk to your shared home.

You put your hand in Wrecker's, start to lean into his side, and put your head onto his shoulder, cumbersome.

"Do you really want to take a nap or would you still like to spend the evening together?" Wrecker asks after some minutes.

There's just the sound of the waves, some animals that are rustling in the bushes, your breathing, and the sound of your steps that echo through the quiet night. You already feel better. It's a lot less input for your exhausted body, and the walking does some good for your abdominal pain.

"If you want to, we can cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie," you suggest and the smile that appears on his face instantly makes you beam back.

"I think I know something better!"

He doesn't elaborate his idea further, but the smug grin that paints his face makes an anticipating, happy shiver run down your spine.

When you finally arrive at home, Wrecker ushers you into the bathroom, and on the way he grabs your pajama, stuffing it into your arms. "I'll come get you, yeah? Don't peek!" he calls after you before stepping out of the room, already making his way downstairs again.

You shake your head and try to make yourself feel better and more comfortable in the bathroom, cleaning your face, brushing your hair and putting on your sleeping clothes.

It takes some time in which you hear him stumbling and rumbling around downstairs. Oh dear, you hoped he wouldn't organize a big chaos down there. But then he finally comes back and knocks on the door.

"Are you ready?" he asks and you can hear his smile through the door.

"Yes!" you say and push down the door handle, revealing Wrecker, also just in his pajama.

"Come with me!" he says and gently takes your hand again, to pull you towards him. 

He guides you through the halls and down the stairs. You expect him to have prepared something in the living room, but it's completely dark inside when you cross it.

But then you take a look outside and you feel how your mouth falls open.

In the trees are small fairy lights, which illuminate the hammock hanging beneath them.

There's a small table pulled up next to said hammock, with bowls with fresh fruit and some not as healthy snacks, and some mugs. You know Wrecker very well, so you're very sure it's hot chocolate.

"Wrecker- What?" you ask, a little overwhelmed by the little cozy corner he created within minutes.

"I know you've been excited about that event. And I hope you're comfortable enough for to still enjoy it like this. Just executed a little... differently," he says, scratching his head a little.

"Oh, Wrecker!" you finally gasp and lay your arms around him, pulling him down to you.

"You're so sweet, Wrecker. You have no idea how much this means to me, thank you so much!" you whisper and kiss his cheek a few times. His scars are a little uneven under your lips, but so, so familiar.

Wrecker laughs and puts his arms around your hips, pulling you against him. "Aww, Mesh'la. Of course!" he exclaims and you feel like loving him just a little more.

The leads you over to the hammock and takes place. There are some soft pillows and even softer blankets, and he wraps one around himself. Then he pulls you onto him and wraps you up just like himself.

He reaches over and carefully grabs one mug to give it to you. You're honestly amazed he doesn't spill anything. When he safely holds his own mug, too, you clink them together, looking into each other's eyes that shine just like the stars above you.

You finally lay down together, his warm body a unique comfort for you. Wrecker turns off the fairy lights, and the stars above you that aren't hid behind the leaves of the tree start to appear in your field of vision.

And suddenly, everything is fine again.

You're here with Wrecker, the love of your life. He's comforting you because sometimes your own body seems to hate you. The stars above you are so pretty, the warm hands around you so loving and assuring, and sometimes that is everything you need to make you feel better.

When you see the first shooting star on this evening, you make a wish for the two of you.

That you will never lose each other.

That you will always be there for each other.

That you will always love each other.

At that moment you feel like it doesn't matter how wonderful the shooting stars are, when the love between you and Wrecker shines even brighter.

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@isthereanechoinhere96 @trixie2023 @freesia-writes

[summer-of-bad-batch]

Week 9 Prompt Drop!

Main Prompt: "Hold still."

Alternate Prompt: Stargazing

This week's tags:

#summerofbadbatch2024 #week9 #hold still #stargazing

(also, remember to tag this blog, @summer-of-bad-batch -- it helps me find fills on Tumblr because sometimes they don't pop up when I use regular tags)

Woo! Week 9, here we go!! We are nearing the end of July, with one month of Summer of Bad Batch remaining...how are we feeling? I've been so excited to still see prompts fills coming in from previous weeks, and even seeing prompt combinations that are from weeks apart!! Get creative! It's awesome 😋

[svld99]

I don’t know what Joe told the defense during that players only meeting but it obviously worked so far tonight. 

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

"Hold Still" / "Yeah, kid, we're fine"

@summer-of-bad-batch prompts week 9 & week 11 Plus bonus prompt from the original voting form (mods have confirmed that this one sadly didn't make the cut but I loved it and have been desperate to use it anyway) "I'm drinking a smoothie on this pristine beach. Unless someone is dying, leave me alone."

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Mayday, Hexx, Veetch, Echo, Mox, Stak, Deke, Jax, Eva, Sami Set after season 3 when everyone is living happily on Pabu and clearly the Outpost boys didn't die and were just held captive on Tantiss and rescued along with the rest of the clone prisoners there Word Count: ~2945 Read Here on AO3

Synopsis: Mayday is relaxing on a pristine beach with a smoothie, and doesn't want to be bothered. But the beach is never free of drama.

Content Warning: near-drowning, CPR, vomiting

Author's Note: Threw the rulebook out the window with this one. No main POV character, it keeps switching, just a sweet happy story of the Outpost boys relaxing on the beach because they deserve some fun after, y'know, what I put them through in Welcome to the Outpost. @royallykt Veetch playing in the waves as promised :) <3

Veetch stood at the edge of the surf, foaming ocean waves tickling between his toes as he sank marginally into the wet sand. He shielded his eyes against the glare of sunlight on water – so alike and so different from the glare of sun on snow – and watched the swell of an incoming wave build and rise as it approached.

“You ready?” he grinned, tilting his head casually to the younger clone cadet stood by his side.

“I was made ready,” was Mox’s reply, the playful scorn in his voice belied by his wide smile. His damp hair, growing shaggy with the long, easy days on Pabu, was held back by a bandana. Veetch’s own curls were close-cropped, and ran rivulets of water down his spine.

A silent signal passed between them and the two clones broke towards the swelling wave in a run, splashing ungainly through the shallows.

Veetch reached it first, throwing himself headlong into a somersault to dive over the breaking wave and into the deeper water beyond. Mox wasn’t far behind, his own flip sending up a plume of spray as he hit the surf.

They staggered back to the beach, laughing, Veetch with one hand on Mox’s shoulder whilst the younger clone dashed water from his eyes.

“No kriffing way you jumped higher than me, no way!” Veetch was howling, tears of laughter joining the saltwater glaze on his skin.

He yelped in dismay as a stinging missile of wet sand slapped him in the chest.

“Language,” Deke warned with a grin from where he crouched just beyond the reach of the waves, shaking clinging damp sand from his hand. “There’s children present.”

Veetch made a show of rolling his eyes, but glanced apologetically at the cluster of Pabu children who had been watching the clones compete at somersaulting into the water. His sheepish but exaggerated facial expressions drew a laugh from them, and Mox merely clapped him on the back and grinned, knowing it would make his rival even more incorrigible.

From his position reclining on a lounger higher up the beach, Hexx raised his sunglasses to peer at the commotion down at the water’s edge.

“Think you ought to go down there and remind him not to go too hard on those lads?” he asked casually, leaning across towards Mayday.

On the neighbouring sun-lounger, the Commander’s expression was unreadable behind oversized sun-shades, a large straw hat pulled down low over his brow whilst he basked in the sun. His left arm hung lazily over the edge of the bed, a large glass filled with tropical juice in hand, the brightly coloured umbrella in the drink gaily winking in the sun.

“I’m drinking a smoothie on this pristine beach,” he said slowly, enunciating each word clearly from beneath the shade of his hat. “Unless someone is dying, leave me alone.”

Hexx chuckled and levered himself up from the sun lounger, grimacing a little at the ache in his bones that no amount of rest seemed to dispel. He set his bare feet in the sand, wriggling his toes, then pushed up and sauntered down the beach towards where the young clones played in the waves.

“Veetch,” he called as the younger surfaced from the water again, shaking droplets from his skin as he tried to clear one ear of water. “Why not switch to a game they can all enjoy?”

He nodded clearly towards the smaller children, some of them forbidden by parents from charging into the waves with such abandon. The muscular clone teenagers and Veetch might have the strength to withstand the tides, but the smaller ones didn’t.

With an affable grin Veetch waded from the water, wringing out his shorts, and immediately moved to the cluster of small children. A couple of gasps of excitement met his approach – they were all used to seeing clones around the island by now, with so many recuperating there after being liberated from Tantiss, but few of them had much to say to the children and even fewer would consider playing with them.

“Alright!” he said, crouching down to bounce on his heels, spreading his arms wide in a gesture that encompassed the small crowd of waiting youngsters. “What are we playing then?”

Smiling as the clone cadets quickly joined Veetch with the smaller kids, Hexx made his way back up the beach to slump on his own lounger at Mayday’s side, poking his best friend in the ribs.

“You should watch this. Veetch is a natural leader. Look at him organising those kids for a game.”

Mayday swatted his hand away, then brought his drink up to his lips and sipped slowly.

Hexx continued with a wide grin. “Wonder where he learned that.”

Humming a non-committal noise, Mayday deigned to shuffle up the lounger and nudge the brim of his sunhat up, surveying the scene on the sand. “What’re they playing now?”

“Looks like Team Tag,” said Hexx approvingly. “Makes it fair, by tethering the older boys and Veetch to the little ones.”

Indeed, further along the beach, on the dry sand now, Veetch was holding hands ever so carefully with a youngster who barely stood as high as his hip. The other clone boys, Mox, Stak and Deke, had been living on Pabu for longer know, and knew all the children by name.

They seemed relaxed and at ease as the game started up, one pair nominated as ‘it’ and in charge of racing after and catching the others. When they were ‘tagged’ the new pair would tear after the others – although ‘tearing’ was subjective, speed limited by the leg length of the shorter.

When Veetch got tagged he simply swept his small team-mate up into his arms, charging along the beach at full tilt with the youngster laughing raucously in his grasp. Cries of delight and dismay echoed from the others, the clone boys complaining the loudest.

“That’s cheating!”

“No fair, Veetch!”

The game of tag quickly devolved into a brawl on the sand, the clones and the younger children dogpiling Veetch and pinning him down. The clone thrashed in the sand, every movement exaggerated, howling with laughter as the teenaged cadets held him in place whilst the Pabu kids began to bury his legs.

From his position watching from the sun lounger, Hexx snorted a laugh. “So much for that game.”

Mayday only smiled behind his beard, and took another sip of his smoothie.

A shadow fell over their encampment, and both clones looked up to see a pale-skinned clone with cybernetic enhancements opening a beach umbrella so that it shaded their position. He looked down with a smile, honey-gold eyes sparkling above prominent cheekbones.

“Commander… Sargeant. Hope you don’t mind me robbing you of a bit of your sun. All the lotion in the world doesn’t stop me burning in this heat.”

Both clones nodded their acquiescence, and Mayday added, “It’s just Mayday and Hexx, now.” He twisted in his seat, taking the sunglasses off and perching them on the brim of his hat. “You must be the ARC Trooper.”

Hexx rolled his eyes and punched him in the shoulder. “’The ARC Trooper’… That’s Echo, the Hero of Anaxes that you’re talking to!” He stood and offered a hand, which Echo clasped firmly. “I had batchmates who made it out of that conflict alive because of you. It’s an honour.”

Echo’s smile twisted with an ache of grief, but he gave Hexx’s hand a brief squeeze before releasing it. Hexx sat sideways, and Echo perched on the end of the sun lounger.

“About that. We’ve got many more brothers who we’re hoping to get alive out of the Empire’s testing facilities. I hear you might be up for the fight?”

Mayday nodded slowly, rubbing one hand through his beard. “Crosshair talked to you?”

“Yeah. Said you’d be a great asset.”

Flicking his gaze to Hexx, Mayday grunted a laugh. “Didn’t realise we’d made such an impression on the lad.”

“Well, you did,” said Echo matter of factly, then added, “and it takes a lot to impress Crosshair. Especially as a reg.” He chuckled at some private thought, and gestured with his scomp. “I’m not asking you to come with me right this minute. Was just going to give you my com code, so when you’re recovered enough, you can get in touch.”

Hexx pulled out his com, handing it to Echo, who programmed in the details.

“Crosshair said there were three of you?” the cyborg clone asked, glancing up to seek the third.

With a snort of laughter, Hexx gestured along the beach. “You can take Veetch now. Might burn off some of his energy.” He gave an exaggerated, wistful sigh. “Oh, to be that young again.”

Veetch had freed himself from his sandy entombment and was back at the water’s edge, washing the prickly stuff off his skin.

All of a sudden a cry of alarm went up from further along the beach – a child’s voice, high and panicked. Immediately all three clones were on alert, Mayday almost dropping his smoothie in his haste to stand.

“Jax! Jax fell in the water!”

Mayday squinted to see where a pair of small children were climbing on the rocks. It seemed to be two girls, one rosy-skinned, one blue. They were gazing at the water, urgently clinging to each other.

Without needing to speak, the clones burst into action, sunbeds and parasols forgotten as they raced towards the rocks.

Veetch was closer, and had heard the same cry, responding in the same way. He reached them first, immediately splashing into the water and beginning to swim out with strong, sure strokes.

When they reached the two girls Echo reached out to them, carefully helping them down from the slippery rocks. “What happened?” he asked, crouching down to their height. He seemed familiar with them, and Mayday and Hexx hung back a little to watch. “Eva? Sami? Can you tell me?”

“A big wave came,” said the blue-skinned Pantoran girl, her voice small and frightened. “It pulled Jax off the rocks.”

By now the clone cadets had caught up, along with the other Pabu children, and both girls shrank back, clinging to each other. Echo glanced at Mayday and gestured for them to give them some space, so he turned with his arms spread and waved the others back.

“Okay, back up a bit,” Mayday said, glancing around the Pabu kids. “Who knows where these kids’ parents are?”

“They don’t have any,” said a boy in a small voice. “They came from Tantiss, like you.”

Mayday paused, startled. He glanced back at Echo with the girls, then out to sea just in time to see Veetch take a deep breath and dive under the water.

Kicking down beneath the waves, feeling the strong current snatch at him this far out, Veetch just barely spotted the green-skinned boy as he sank, dragged down by the weight of waterlogged clothes. He surfaced, took another breath, then dived again strongly, kicking hard to reach the boy. Locking his arms tightly round his waist, he reversed his kicks and fought to bring them back to the surface.

Breaching the surface of the waves, clone trooper and Mirialan boy both gasped in a lungful of air. The boy was coughing and spluttering, but still found the energy to fight his rescuer, flailing wildly against Veetch’s grasp.

“Hey, kid! Hold still!” warned Veetch, then yelped as a bony elbow cracked against his face. Pain lanced through his senses as his nose gushed blood, and for a moment his grip slackened in shock and the boy slid under the water again.

Mox had reached him now, treading water as he helped Veetch pull the youngster up again. Another submersion, and another lungful of swallowed water, had sent the fight out of the boy and now he lolled listlessly in Veetch’s grasp.

Veetch gestured that he was fine, even as blood streamed down his chin and neck, and rolled onto to his back to fight against the current and haul the boy back to shore.

As soon as they reached the shallows and Mox’s feet touched the sandy floor, he grabbed Jax from the older clone and ran up the sand, clear of the waves. Mayday met him and helped guide the unconscious Mirialan down to the sand, assessing the situation in a moment before dropping to his knees and tilting the boy’s head back, breathing life into his water-filled lungs.

“C’mon, lad, wake up for me,” he murmured as his hands pressed on the small chest, pumping a regular rhythm. Hexx was knelt on the other side, ready to take over.

With a start the boy convulsed and choked up a gout of water, gasping against his suddenly clear airway. With a hand on his shoulder Mayday helped him roll to his side, letting him vomit up the swallowed seawater onto the sand.

A sigh of relief and a ragged cheer rippled through the anxiously watching crowd. Veetch was out of the water now, coming up to join his squad-mates with fingers pinched to the bridge of his broken nose.

Rolling to his hands and knees, Jax shakily staggered to his feet. When Mayday held out a hand to steady him, he dashed it away.

“Stay away from me, clone!”

The former commander recoiled in surprise, glancing at the others. Jax stumbled back from him nervously, into the waiting arms of the girls he had been with on the rocks.

He didn’t seem to mind Echo’s presence.

“Woah, you’re okay,” soothed Echo, catching hold of the boy’s shoulder and kneeling at his level. “Eva, Sami, do you know where Emerie is?”

“She took Baryn for a nap,” said Eva, the Iktotchi girl, pointing back up towards the houses of Lower Pabu.

Echo looked at Stak and Deke. “Can you find her for me?”

With a nod, both cadets took off running.

Leaving Echo to wait with the green-skinned boy, Mayday turned uneasily towards Veetch and guided him back along the beach to check over his broken nose.

“Quick reactions, lad,” he praised as he examined him, nodding when he was satisfied. “You too,” he added, giving Mox an approving nod.

“Trust you to pick up an injury when you’re not even on active duty,” teased Hexx affectionately, clapping Veetch on the shoulder. Then, in a lower voice, “Well done. You did good.”

Veetch merely nodded, still catching his breath from the water and the shock of the elbow to the face.

“Um… sir?”

Mayday turned and glanced down in surprise, finding the pink-skinned Iktotchi girl standing there cringing up at them.

“Yes?” he asked, slightly bemused. Nat-borns were one thing, but nat-born children were a whole other confusion.

“Are you okay?”

At her meek but concerned question, Mayday broke out in a grin, crouching down to her level as he had seen Echo do.

“Yeah, kid. We’re fine.” He gestured up the beach. “Your friend okay?”

She nodded. “Jax won’t say thank you. He’s scared of clone troopers. But… you’re good ones. I can tell.” A shy smile spread on her face as she glanced at Veetch, and her hand curled in a tiny wave.

Veetch waved back, smiling behind his bloodied nose, and Mox crouched next to Mayday, extending a hand to Eva.

“You were very brave,” he told her, giving her a reassuring smile as she took his hand. He stood, glancing at Mayday with a nod that told him ‘I’ve got this’, before starting to lead Eva back to her friends. “Well done for raising the alarm.”

“Your brother is really good at swimming.” She hesitated on the word brother, like she was still learning to understand what linked all the clones.

“We have to be,” Mox told her with a smile. “Kamino, where we grew up, is all ocean. We had to know what do to if someone fell in.”

“Think you’ve got a new fan,” Hexx joked gently, giving Veetch’s wet hair a fond ruffle. “Alright, hero of the hour, let’s get you off the beach and mopped up.”

“I didn’t mean for him to be frightened of me,” said Veetch, a little subdued, but Mayday clasped a reassuring hand to his shoulder.

“It sounds like those kids have been through a lot. As much as we have, most likely. Don’t take it personally.” Pausing to retrieve his smoothie, they turned to start heading back towards the docks buildings which had been converted into refugee housing for the clones. “Anyway, after that display of heroics, I’m sure Echo will be even keener for you to join their Resistance.”

Veetch’s eyes lit up. “We’re going?” he said hopefully, immediately brighter.

Mayday gave a grim smile and nodded.

“Haven’t got it in me to turn my back on a brother in need,” he said, glancing at Hexx who nodded his support. “And we can’t let you go without us.”

Veetch grinned, throwing one arm round each of their shoulders. The three of them walked together, the younger clone supported by his two older brothers, heading slowly back along the sand.

“It’s like I said,” murmured Mayday softly, tilting his face up to the sky. “Brothers stick together. I told you I was requesting you for my squad, wherever we end up.” Something wistful crossed his face, before he squeezed Veetch’s shoulders hard. “Can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be, than with you boys.”

Hexx grinned. “Sun’s gone to your head. You’re getting soppy.”

Veetch laughed at their banter, pulling them both close.

“It’s us three. Forever.” “Forever,” echoed Hexx and Mayday, as the three of them walked into their future.

[ksinsabaugh]

Original Content Post

What data graphs do you think will help you SHOW your content strategy conclusions?

I used pie charts to show a comparison of the average likes, views, and comments for each of my content creators.

I also used line graphs to show the engagement of the audience, for each measurement (likes, views, comments) and each content creator, based on the consistency of posts.

[convicthammerfan42]

Conclusions

Though I am still analyzing my data, so far based on subscriber amount views, and likes, when it comes to YouTube Video Game content, the audience seems to enjoy long videos that are edited down versions of twitch streams. This could be because they are long content that can hold attention, but not overly long like a twitch stream. Most twitch streams can be five hours long, while these videos are at max about 2 hours, and at minimum are about 20 minutes. These videos could perhaps be listened to while working on something else, while shorter ones could be watched on a lunch break.

[sublimecapy]

Original Content Writing (Week 9 Post 3)

What conclusions do you think you can draw and why? how does the data you're collecting connect to those conclusions?

The data I had collected from lifestyle vloggers shows a variety of different information especially about content strategy. From what I am able to notice so far it is unclear with lifestyle vlogging, what makes one video get more engagement than another video of the same topic. I do notice some patterns, but these creators have different audiences that look for different things from the creator. I know that I do not watch every video posted by them even though I follow them. I am not into makeup so I skip out on these videos, for others it may be opposite. I think consistency is key and just sticking to the same type of content will keep a consistent audience, if that makes sense.

[danig2601]

What conclusions do you think you can draw and why? how does the data you're collecting connect to those conclusions?

From the data I've collected, one clear conclusion is that engagement depends on content type and how well it resonates with the audience. For example, while Trend posts consistently generate the most likes, GRWM posts receive more comments, showing that people interact more deeply with relatable, everyday content. This suggests audiences are quick to "like" Trend content but likelier to leave thoughtful comments on personal posts like GRWM.

Fashion and Transformation posts, on the other hand, get attention and likes but generate fewer comments, indicating that these posts appeal more to passive engagement.

Overall, the data shows that Trend content captures immediate attention, while GRWM builds deeper connections, and Fashion posts rely more on visual impact to engage viewers.

[lmacdougall]

Original Content Writing 1 - Week 9

What data graphs do you think will help you SHOW your content strategy conclusions? share if you have some completed.

I think that data graphs that show the difference between the amount of likes and comments on video posts compared to picture posts along with data graphs that show this difference on posts that include the art compared to posts that include the artist. I am currently trying to figure out how best to put my data into the graphs, as I have a lot of different information, and I want to include it in a way that accurately shows the data and is easy to understand.

I have completed a few graphs that are similar to the one below but compare different things such as the sum of comments by type of post or the sum of likes by whether the artist was included in the post or not. I found that it turned out better when I only compared two types of data at a time, as when I tried to add more into one graph it got more confusing. Additionally, even the likes and comments were not working in a graph together just because of the large difference there was between the amount of likes and comments. On most of the posts there were much more likes than comments, which made the graphs hard to read when using both types of data in one.

[neyswxrld]

of ration bars & allergies

Hunter, no pairing

summary: Hunter tries a new ration bar. Little does he know that his immune system isn't amused at all and he has a heavy allergic reaction. Luckily, his brothers are there for comfort. Set before Echo joined the squad.

warnings: heavy allergic reaction: rash, difficulties with breathing, stomach aches and throwing up, needles and injections

words: ~1540

a/n: hello! another fic for @summer-of-bad-batch! man, i feel like i'm slowly filling all the prompts, hehe. this time i combined lula and "hold still.". it also might scratch on the comfort zone prompt, hehe. i luckily never had a severe reaction like that, but i researched that there are different stages and i thought if hunter has enhanced senses he might get a worse reaction, even though senses ≠ immune system. BUT! please don't expect this to be an accurate process of a reaction. well. i hope you still enjoy!

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They are sitting in the cockpit of the Marauder.

Hyperspace is flowing around them, and they are on their way to their next mission.

Wrecker is lifting Gonky, training his arms. Crosshair is napping in a chair. Hunter is sure his neck will hurt as soon as he wakes up. Tech is sitting in the pilot seat, tinkering with some of his new projects.

And Hunter? He is just lingering in a chair next to Crosshair, eating some rations and enjoying the small break between missions. The last few were very stressful, and he was happy to just do nothing for once.

All his reports are done already (well, he thinks so at least) and his brothers are safe and happy for the moment.

Everything is fine and relaxing. Nothing bad is going on.

Or at least it seems like it.

When he first notices the uncomfortable feeling in his throat, he thinks nothing of it.

This new ration bar they have on board for now is very dry and has a foreign taste, but he doesn't mind it. He actually likes it a lot. But he has to drink a lot because of it. He thinks the feeling comes from the weird mixture.

Then, within the next minute, he realizes that his breathing is getting unusual. He has problems with taking air in, and he actually feels like someone is putting their hands around his neck, strangling him.

He coughs and turns around to make sure that isn't the case, but of course: no one is there. It is just his throat that did odd things.

But when time goes on, and his throat gets even worse, panic slowly makes its way into his system.

It is not just a scratchy throat - his whole mouth and lips are tingly, too, and when he touches them, he realizes that they have to be swollen.

"Tech," he coughs, and puts his hand on his throat, trying to scratch it. But it doesn't really help, because it is inside of it.

"Tech, I can't breathe," he croaks, his voice just above a whisper.

Tech immediately turns around, Wrecker plops down Gonky and moves in closer, and even Crosshair opens his eyes, suddenly wide awake and looking at him worried.

When Tech looks into Hunter's face, his eyes get big.

For a few seconds, none of them moves. Everyone just sits still, while Hunter coughs, pulling at his throat.

"Wrecker, get the med kit," Tech orders.

Then, all of them move at high speed.

Wrecker is sprinting away, coming back with the small kit, Crosshair runs to the bathroom to wet some towels, while Tech is crouching in front of Hunter, ordering him to open his mouth.

"Your tongue is swollen, too. And you have a rash on your face. What happened?" he asks, but Hunter just keeps coughing.

He holds up his hand with the ration bar, showing it to Tech, who seems to understand.

He pulls out his med scanner and uses it on the Sergeant.

Crosshair takes the wet towel to carefully wipe away some of Hunter's sweat and cool his face.

Hunter feels worse with every second.

He is getting nauseous and his stomach starts to ache. He is sure being hit by a speeder would be more pleasant.

He absolutely doesn't know, what is going on. Something like that never happened to one of them before. And it happened so, so fast! A few moments ago he was fine, and now he was scared of dying!

It has to be because of this new ration bar. He didn't do anything different from his routine today.

"What's going on with him?" he hears Wrecker, but it feels like he was far away.

He still can't breathe well, and he notices how some black dots seem to invade his field of view.

"I think he has an allergic reaction," is all Tech says, before a needle picks his skin.

"Ouch, Tech!" Hunter coughs and tries to move away, but Crosshair and Wrecker are at his side immediately.

"Hold still, di'kut," Crosshair hisses as Tech takes out another injection.

Even though Hunter feels like his throat gets a bit better immediately, it's the last thing he hears from them, before he slowly starts to fade away, letting the dark spots take over.

When he wakes up the next time, he's laying in his bunk.

There's a breathing mask across his face, and he notices that he can breathe much better than before. His throat doesn't feel thick and scratchy anymore, but he still feels very nauseous.

"Hunter? Are you awake?" he hears Wrecker's voice. He notices how he tries to be quiet, but it doesn't really work.

He nods and opens his eyes carefully.

A wave of nausea hits him again, making him gag.

"You need a bucket?"

Hunter nods, rips his breathing mask off his face and not a second later, he is bent over said bucket, throwing up his guts.

Wrecker's hand comes down to hold his hair back from his face.

"Thanks," he groans before gagging another time.

"Tech said you have an allergic reaction. It's better than before now, but you still have some symptoms. Enhanced senses an' stuff... Made it worse," Wrecker explains and helps him to sit down comfortable.

"Are you feeling better?" he wants to know a second later. Hunter just shrugs.

"Nauseous," he murmurs, just for his stomach to cramp together just a second later. "Argh," he whimpers and curls up.

"I'll go get him," Wrecker stands up when he sees Hunter's pain and is out of the room a second later.

When Tech arrives with his other two brothers in tow, he checks Hunter over again and tells him some stuff about his immune system's reaction he already forgets a second later. Even though he doesn't feel as bad as just an hour ago, there are still different aches in his body.

He throws up another time before the others can leave again.

Wrecker is at his side immediately, bringing him is bucket again.

"Thanks," he moans, but doesn't feel well at all.

He doesn't even know how his stomach is still able to come up with contents.

"You should lay down again. I'll bring you some medicine," Tech murmurs, and off he goes. Wrecker follows him, trying to help him with whatever he's doing with the meds.

Crosshair pats his legs through his blanket. He is still a little white around his nose.

When he slowly stands up, Hunter reaches for him unconsciously.

"Can you stay?" he asks quietly. Crosshair looks down on him again, before nodding.

"Yeah, just give me a second…," he murmurs and walks over to Wrecker's bunk. 

"What're you doing?" Hunter wants to know.

"Nothing," Crosshair gives as an answer, but a second later, he is by his side again, pressing Lula into his hands, trying to look disinterested and nonchalant. "Here."

Hunter can look through his façade but doesn't say anything.

"Lula? Why?" Hunter still asks confused when he pats the plushies head.

"Just take it," Crosshair growls, and shakes the plushy impatiently.

"And when I throw up on her?" Hunter asks again. He still feels sick, and tired, and at the same time the meds from before make his brain weird.

"Then we'll wash it," Crosshair assures him.

"Okay," Hunter whispers again and presses the plushie onto his chest, hiding his face between her ears.

"You think Wrecker will mind?" Hunter questions then. Crosshair shakes his head. Hunter smiles.

A weird but still very familiar smell tickles his nose. She smells like oil, sweat, fear, grieve, and like his brothers. Especially like Wrecker. And Crosshair.

He immediately feels better.

"Can you tell me something?" Hunter asks, looking for even more comfort.

Crosshair looks at him with raised eyebrows.

"Please? For your sick favorite brother," he tries to tease.

Crosshair scoffs. "You're not my favorite brother."

Hunter's smile widens. "Yes, I am."

Crosshair rolls his eyes, before sighing quietly.

"You remember those regs from last mission?"

Hunter nods.

"Found their secret stash," he admits, and pulls out a small bag of gummies out of nowhere.

"That's not what I wanted to know. Crosshair! You can't steal stuff," he murmurs.

Crosshair opens the pack in a demonstrating way and pulls out a handful of the colorful sweets.

"Yes I can!" he just says and offers some to Hunter. He shakes his head. He doesn't want to throw them up again.

"How did you even find it? If it's secret, it had to be in their barracks," Hunter says, already worrying about possible complaints they might receive in foreseen future.

Crosshair starts to tell about his adventures in the regs' barracks, and Hunter slowly starts to drift off while listening to the quiet voice of his brother.

He is already out of it again before Tech comes back with the meds.

Over the day, he wakes up various times, to either throw up or drink some water. He still feels nauseous and his stomach was still very upset, but every time he opens his eyes, Lula is still in his arms, comforting him, and Crosshair is still sitting next to them, taking care of him.

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Splinter

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Summer of Bad Batch 2024 | Week 9 | Prompt: "Hold still."

Rated: G | Words: 100

“Hold still,” Omega mumbles around a needle pressed between her lips. She squints at the thin splinter driven deep in Wrecker’s palm. “This would be easier with tweezers.” 

Wrecker squirms despite Omega’s clear instruction. “Just get it out, will ya?” 

“Kriff, be patient. This is a delicate operation.” 

“Language,” Crosshair chides from his side of the boat. 

Omega rolls her eyes. “You’re one to talk.” 

“What was that? I couldn’t understand you with that advanced medical instrument in your mouth. Is that sanitary?” 

“Will you shut up and let me focus?” 

Wrecker guffaws. “Yeah, Cross, shut up! The doctor’s workin’!”

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'Hogwarts school of Activism: Harry Potter’s Fandom for Social Change?'

Traditional notions of civic engagement often conjure images of town hall meetings, community volunteering, and grassroots political campaigns.  William Galston, for instance, laments the perceived disengagement of young people, attributing it to their immersion in media and the internet (Kligler-Vilenchik et al. 2011). This perspective, however, overlooks the evolving landscape of civic participation in the digital age.  Increasingly, scholars recognize that younger generations are embracing new forms of engagement, deeply intertwined with their personal interests and online social network (Kahne, Lee & Feezell 2013).  Rather than being a source of apathy, popular culture and participatory platforms are emerging as powerful catalysts for youth-driven social action, enable by social media (Kligler-Vilenchik et al. 2011).

At the forefront of this shift is the rise of "fandom activism." But what exactly is fandom? More than just enthusiastic consumers of media, fandoms represent vibrant subcultures united by shared passions (Foster & Class n.d.). As noted by Leno, these communities foster a profound sense of empathy and camaraderie among individuals who connect over common interests(Leno 2024). In essence, fandom provides a modern iteration of social connection, offering a sense of belonging and collective identity, particularly in an increasingly digital world (Groene & Hettinger 2016). 1997 Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, acclaim have earn the fandom; Potterheads. Today Potterheads are found all over the globe, standing in millions of stan fans.

This inherent sense of community and shared purpose within Potterheads creates fertile ground for activism(Kligler-Vilenchik et al. 2011).  Leveraging their digital fluency and collaborative spirit, fans translate their passion into tangible action, mobilizing around causes that resonate with their values (Kligler-Vilenchik et al. 2011).  From fundraising for charitable organizations to orchestrating online awareness campaigns, fandom activism transcends the boundaries of traditional civic engagement, harnessing the power of popular fan’s culture for social good (Foster & Class n.d.).

-Deathly Hallows Campaign-2011

The Harry Potter Alliance (HPA), founded in 2005, truly embodies Foster and Class’s definition of fan activism. Taking inspiration from book’s "Dumbledore's Army," the fictional student activist group in the Harry Potter series, Harry Potter Alliance (HPA) presents a compelling case study in the evolution of civic engagement, demonstrating how fandom can be a powerful catalyst for social change (Jenkins 2014). Far from a mere online fan club, the HPA strategically harnesses the digital landscape and the shared passion of Harry Potter enthusiasts to mobilize a generation of activists.

Their campaigns, often inspired by events and themes from the books, are carefully crafted to engage and mobilize fans to digital activism in their rights (Jenkins 2014). The "Deathly Hallows" campaign, for instance, mirrored the quest for Voldemort's Horcruxes, challenging fans to identify and combat real-world "Horcruxes" such as poverty and discrimination (Jenkins 2014). This approach translates fictional concepts into strong tangible actions, empowering fans to step beyond the screen and engage in meaningful change to people around them.

-Harry Potter Alliance's SocMed Hashtag Campaigns on Facebook

Beyond targeted campaigns, the HPA excels at grassroots mobilization through social media. Online forums from reddit to HPFF (Harry Potter Fan Forum) buzz with discussions, Facebook groups like Harry Potter Alliance UIUC and regional HPA groups transforming into virtual town halls, and Twitter hashtags from #BLACKLIVESMATTER serve as rallying cries. Through these digital channels, the HPA facilitates exchanges, disseminates vital information, and orchestrates collective action on a local and global scale (Jenkins 2014).

Fans are not merely encouraged to consume content; they are invited to become creators themselves(Jenkins 2014). Fanfiction, fanart, and music become powerful mediums for exploring social and political themes within the familiar context of the Harry Potter universe. This couple with social media’s reach not only nurtures a thriving sense of community but also allows fans to engage with activism on a personal and profound level, blurring the lines between fandom and social action whilst fostering a sense of ownership and agency among participants, making activism a more personal and empowering experience (Jenkins 2014).

HPA’ssuccess lies in its strategic engagement with the existing Harry Potter fandom. Instead of creating a separate movement, the HPA taps into the shared passion that already unites millions of fans worldwide (Potter 2019). This allows them to leverage a pre-existing sense of community and shared purpose, providing a powerful foundation for collective action. By organizing campaigns and events framed within the context of the Harry Potter universe, the HPA makes digital activism more engaging and relatable to its target audience(Potter 2019).

These examples highlight the versatility and adaptability of fan activism. Whether harnessing the power of established fandoms or building new communities around shared concerns, fan activism offers a compelling model for civic engagement in the digital age (Leno 2024). By tapping into the passion, creativity, and digital fluency of young people, fan activism has the potential to reshape the landscape of social and political change.

 

References

Foster, D & Class, the n.d., ‘Fandom as Participatory Culture’, ecampusontario.pressbooks.pub, viewed https://ecampusontario.pressbooks.pub/comm3p18/chapter/fandom-as-participatory-culture/.

Groene, SL & Hettinger, VE 2016, ‘Are you “fan” enough? The role of identity in media fandoms.’, Psychology of Popular Media Culture, vol. 5, no. 4, pp. 324–339.

Jenkins, H 2014, ‘View of “Cultural acupuncture”: Fan activism and the Harry Potter Alliance | Transformative Works and Cultures’, journal.transformativeworks.org, viewed <https://journal.transformativeworks.org/index.php/twc/article/view/305/259>.

Kahne, J, Lee, N-J & Feezell, JT 2013, ‘The Civic and Political Significance of Online Participatory Cultures among Youth Transitioning to Adulthood’, Journal of Information Technology & Politics, vol. 10, no. 1, pp. 1–20.

Kligler-Vilenchik, N, McVeigh-Schultz, J, Weitbrecht, C & Tokuhama, C 2011, ‘Experiencing fan activism: Understanding the power of fan activist organizations through members’ narratives’, ResearchGate, Transformative Works and Cultures, viewed <https://www.researchgate.net/publication/259823285_Experiencing_fan_activism_Understanding_the_power_of_fan_activist_organizations_through_members>.

Leno, M 2024, ‘The Healing Power of Pop Culture Communities’, Psychology Today, viewed <https://www.psychologytoday.com/intl/blog/mind-matters/202407/the-healing-power-of-pop-culture-communities>.

Potter, H 2019, ‘The Culture Crush’, The Culture Crush, viewed 19 November 2024, <https://www.theculturecrush.com/feature/fan-activism>.

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Under The Same Sky

@summer-of-bad-batch week 9 alt prompt 'Stargazing'

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Clone Trooper Veetch, Original Clone Trooper Characters Helix & Dene Set on Barton IV with Mayday's squad, as featured in my fanfic Welcome to the Outpost Word Count: ~670 Read Here on AO3

Synopsis: Barton IV may be austere, but there is still beauty to be found.

“Keep up, Veetch,” muttered Helix, “before you freeze to death.”

“’M not that far behind,” came the protest over the com.

The snow muffled the sound of Veetch’s footsteps as he jogged to catch up with where Helix and Dene trudged through the icy, midnight wasteland.

“Did you see it too?”

“See what?” asked Dene gruffly, immediately alert. The perimeter sensors were down, so they were forced to patrol despite the sub-zero temperatures and the dark, wary of attacks from the local raiders who had started targeting what was meant to be their quiet, remote outpost.

“The sky!”

Dene snorted. “What about the sky?” he muttered, glancing up cautiously.

Veetch had caught up with them now and slung an excited arm around Dene’s neck, pulling him to a halt, turning him back to face along the valley.

“Isn’t it amazing?”

Helix turned too, and the three troopers merely stood in the snow, gazing up at the sliver of sky lit bright with the stardust-glow of the galaxy. A million million points of light winked and twinkled in the firmament, a plethora of diamonds strewn against the velvet cloth of night.

“One of those is Kamino,” said Veetch, his voice soft and reverent in the darkness. “Do you think we’ll ever see it again?”

Helix clapped a hand to the top of his bucket, rubbing it fondly just like he’d ruffle the younger trooper’s hair if they were back at the depot. “Not likely,” he said, tone grim. “Krake heard from a brother in the fleet that they’re shutting down the cloning facilities. No need for more of us now the war is over.”

“Helix,” admonished Dene, cuffing his squadmate without any real force behind it. “Don’t spoil it for the kid.” He too mirrored Hexx’s gesture towards Veetch’s helmet, a brief moment of connection where Veetch still stood with his arm around his shoulders. “’Course you’ll see Kamino again, lad. Providing the Empire hasn’t forgotten that they left us out here on this freezing rock.”

Veetch was still craning his neck up, too awestruck to be perturbed by the others’ dour comments. “My batchmates will be out there somewhere too,” he said with quiet reverence. “I hope their postings are more exciting than mine.”

Dene snorted. “Trust me, lad, you want as little excitement as we can get.”

“Raiders is more than we bargained for,” agreed Helix. “Thought this was going to be a routine guard duty. Didn’t realise we’d actually have to defend the cargo.”

“Would love to know what they’re storing in those crates,” said Dene darkly. “And why it needs such cold temperatures. Sure they coulda posted us somewhere warmer.”

“Saving on the cost of running refrigeration units,” sniggered Helix, turning away from the star-strewn sky. “C’mon. Let’s get moving before we freeze in place.”

Dene turned too, Veetch’s arm slipping from his shoulders as he trudged after Helix. After a moment, he turned and glanced back over his shoulder.

“You coming, Veetch?”

With wistful sigh, Veetch offered a silent salute to his brothers scattered among the stars. Then he gripped his blaster again, turning to the patrol route once more.

“I’m coming,” he reassured them, falling into step between the other two.

“Night patrols in these temperatures are a joke,” grumbled Dene as they walked. “They’d better send Ferox the parts he needs to fix the sensor fault soon.”

“Relief ship will be here any day now,” Helix said with a smile they could hear in his voice. “We’ll have fresh food, maybe they’ll even send some games. Only so many times we can ambush Veetch here with snowballs before it gets boring.”

“Heyy!” protested Veetch as the other two laughed, but the teasing was good-natured. The Barton IV assignment was a miserable one, always cold, intensely lonely. The twelve troopers here had bonded quickly, regardless of the circumstances that had brought them here. “Come on,” said Dene with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. “First one back to base gets to sleep closest to the heater.”

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Because my main data collected is total number of engagements (likes and comments), I knew I needed to choose a graph(s) that illustrate numerical data effectively. I also knew I needed a graph that can compare engagement over all 3 of my content creators. So far, the best option has been a bar graph. However, if I choose to analyze any of my data in terms of percentages, I would like to incorporate a pie chart.