#and i am honored to have shown up on their blog multiple times

[ohnoiyo]

lazy pencil drawing of something that happened to me and once again felt like an scc thing. Care to guess who i was?

also THIS ART WAS HEAVILY HEAVILY INSPIRED BY @the-meme-monarch

they r AMAZING and also a very big inspo, especially when i js started tumblr. go say hi if u havent

[sirikenobi12]

Well then, you’re lost! - Jedi Rant

This is in response to someone who posted on one of my other blogs. Apparently there is a character limit on responses on Tumblr, so forgive me - I didn’t want to post this in multiple responses!   I never meant to imply that you condone mass murder, that was not what I was trying to say. My comment was meant to simply bring up the fact that one cannot compare the light side of the Force to being just as corrupt as the dark side – as soon as someone is “corrupt”, they are no longer following the light side of the Force (hence Dooku) which is the point.

You said that you are speaking about the Force in the Star Wars universe, well, that is exactly what I’m talking about as well. You say it is an “Essence” and isn’t “good or bad”, but I am sorry to say that is actually the opposite of what George Lucas has said about the Force. That is why I quoted him, he is the creator of Star Wars and he has the end all/be all authority on this galaxy – because he is the one who created it. George Lucas has REPEATEDLY stated that there cannot be a gray area in the Force, it is either light or dark (good or bad) and ANY darkness throws the Force off balance. In terms of the Force itself, straight from the man who created it there CANNOT be any gray and the light side is inherently good.

Now, let’s also take a look at it from even a moral standpoint and not a fictional standpoint – does anyone ever say “I’m really worried about him because he’s being too good a person”?? (If so, then I’m a little concerned for society). No, but we do worry when someone is acting selfish or letting themselves lose themselves to an obsession.

Now, were the Jedi perfect? No, and I never said they were, but did their “failure” mean they deserved genocide? Absolutely not. To say their order deserved to “fall” (aka be wiped out) that is victim blaming of the highest level. Even IF the Jedi were “corrupt” as people say they are that doesn’t mean they deserved what they received. Also, it does not keep Sheev or Anakin away from blame – two “wrongs” don’t make a right.

By the end of the Republic the Jedi were in a trap created by the Sith, all of the points you brought up (with the exception of “taking children” which I will address later) were perpetrated by the Sith. Sidious designed this trap so the Jedi would be painted in a corner and have no way out. But they still tried their best to do what was right despite all of this. For example, you bring up the use of a clone/slave army – well, what was the alternative? Please, tell me what the alternative was because no one who throws that accusation at the Jedi have an answer and I’d love to hear a legit one. Sidious gave Sifo-Dyas a vision (much like the ones he gave Anakin) which caused him to create an army without the Council’s knowledge or approval – in fact he had gone to the Council first demanding the Jedi create an army and they emphatically said “no” because of the moral implications of it. But, now here they were in the middle of being slaughtered on Geonosis and Yoda brought the army to save them. Then, the Senate (whom the Jedi were beholden to) decided to use the army to fight the Separatist, the Jedi instead of hanging back knew it was their duty to not only defend the people Republic, but also to destroy the Sith (who was in charge of the CIS army) so they joined in. Most of the Jedi ended up treating their men like the sentient beings they were (and were the first ones who did), which was not true of many citizens of the Republic. And had the Jedi NOT taken control of the GAR what do you think would’ve happened to the Clones?? Do you actually think the Kaminoans would’ve let them go free? – no, the Kaminoans are selfish business people and would’ve either destroyed them or more likely sold them into actual slavery.

Now, the Jedi code seemed to work for everyone else EXCEPT Anakin Skywalker, why does no one see that?? Sure, the Jedi were not allowed to get married and have children, it wasn’t because they “weren’t allowed to love” on the contrary they were encouraged to love, you don’t think they didn’t know Anakin loved Padme?? Jedi were trusted to not let it become an attachment because attachments lead to jealousy which lead to anger and given the type of power they possess that is dangerous. They are also committed to the Jedi order, think of it like they are married to the Jedi Order. If they were to go out and get married to someone else there is no way they could give 100% commitment to both the Jedi and their family/spouse. But, they are given the option to leave if they want to choose a family/marriage, is it a difficult choice? Yes of course, but that is an option. Anakin decided he was better than EVERYONE else and lied to the Jedi because he couldn’t give up the power/status that came with being one.

Going back to the Jedi “taking” children that is just the most absurd falsehood I hear going around. It is 100% the parent’s choice to give their child to the Jedi. Being a Jedi is an honor in this galaxy and it brings incredible honor to the family I’d imagine, but the Jedi have NEVER in any canon been shown to put pressure on a parent to give their child up. In fact in the Clone Wars we even see a mother saying “Master Ropal said I have more time with him” to a bounty hunter who was actually there to kidnap the child (for the Sith might I add). This statement means not only that she agreed to let her son be trained, but the Jedi in their compassion gave her more time with her baby. Also keep in mind how difficult raising a Force Sensitive child must be, I can bet that most parents welcome the help/training. And as I mentioned the Jedi ALWAYS have the option of leaving if the Order isn’t for them, it’s not a prison.

I honestly don’t understand why you (or other people) can’t see that the Jedi are good…I am baffled by this trend. Like I said, they are not perfect but no one is – and frankly the Jedi themselves don’t think they are perfect either. In fact contrary to what is usually written in fanfics the Jedi allow/encourage their members to question their rules, they constantly tell one another to “search their feelings” – the love and compassion they have for all beings in the galaxy is truly something more people should aspire to be. I know you said it’s “okay to be selfish” and I am sorry, but I disagree. There is a difference between being selfish and self-care. Selfishness is inherently not a good quality to have, and maybe beyond that it’s actually dangerous for a Jedi (or someone with the Force) to be selfish – that is where the Sith come in. The Sith only think of themselves, that is the definition of selfishness. And when you have extreme powers that are affected by your emotions you need to be more mindful, which is what the Jedi teach.

To believe that the Jedi failed makes me so sad…they didn’t, they were slaughtered - it would be like saying the people of Alderraan deserved to be blown up because there were a few criminals on the planet. If you are going to quote Luke in THE LAST JEDI about the legacy of the Jedi being failure, then you really need to take into context where Luke is in his emotional journey when he says it. He even later admitted he was wrong. – the point of the movie/saga is the Jedi are good and the Sith are evil.

The Jedi and Republic were all “deceived by a lie” and I stand by my post that it looks like Sheev deceived a good chunk of the audience as well.

Thank you for the lively debate, I appreciate hearing your thoughts!! 😊 May the Force be with you!

[catgirlxox]

Ben Is Too Good For His Own Good

Aka a "cinnamon roll", if you will. Yes, I'm writing an essay on this. 

So it's nothing new that Ben has this "second chances" philosophy, but that is indicative of the possibility that he would let himself be in damaging relationships in hopes that the other person would change or improve. 

There have been various instances of Ben kind of just brushing off being treated poorly. I wouldn't say that this makes him a push over or anything like that, but I never see any of these things being pointed out. They're just kind of laughed off.

Just the other day, in fact, I had someone privately DM me saying that they don't believe Ben ever had any trauma or side effects from his lifestyle, even questioning “what nightmares” I was even referring to. 

On top of that, it's a very common thing in this fandom to state things like "the girls deserved better than Ben." I'll always be of the opinion that Ben is the one that deserved better, and I have plenty (logical) reasons why, but that’s besides the point. 

Even though Ben is so forgiving and cooperative, giving everyone a second chance to change, it just doesn't sit right with me that we should just be okay with some of the horrible things that are being justified here. That doesn't mean you should hate these characters. I mean, Ben clearly doesn't. But it honestly says more about him than any of them. 

It says a lot to me when I see Ben seeing the best in someone, even when they've done horrible things in the past or are in the midst of doing something bad to him. 

One example, which I keep bringing up on this blog, is the episode "Vilgax Must Croak." Besides everything else that Vilgax had done to him in the past, in addition to throughout the episode up until this point, Ben was still shown believing that Vilgax could have tried to save him by jumping in front of Ben to shield him from a (seemingly extremely destructive) blast from Attea. 

Things like this also explain why I don’t support shipping Ben with Attea, but that’s besides the point too...

Of course, even if he did save Ben by doing this, Vilgax was only manipulating the situation to make it look like he was trying to save Ben when he was really taking the chance to break himself free of the handcuffs. 

But, even so, this seems to mean that Ben believes that Vilgax does have it in him to do something good. Ben was admittedly shocked by what had happened at first, but by the next scene where he turns back to human, he's got his guard down enough for Vilgax to take advantage of the situation again and shoot him in the back. Because, please realize, if Vilgax didn’t “save” him, he wouldn’t be able to shoot him in the back. 

But anyway, in conclusion, as the title states, he's too good for his own good. 

The next unfair circumstance which displays the same thing happens in the episode "No Honor Among Bros." I am aware that the following is uncharacteristic of Rook and had only happened because Rook was under the influence of a substance, so I want to acknowledge that, but I am mostly focusing on Ben's actions here.

Ben and Rook eventually are set up against each other in the tournament, and, besides the fact that Ben already doesn't want to fight anyone needlessly, as shown by his previous match against Malice where he was BEAT UP FOR THREE HOURS...

...he clearly holds back while fighting Rook in this match, too. 

The one time he actually hits Rook with a decent shot, which knocks Rook out temporarily, not only does he immediately go check on him to make sure he's not badly hurt, but also turns back to human, leaving him somewhat more vulnerable then he would be as Upchuck. 

This seems to mean that he trusted Rook wouldn't take that chance to hit him right back. And unnecessarily hard too, at that. 

This knocks Ben down, making him lose the fight. The important thing to take away from this is that, regardless if he just chalked it up to Rook not being himself, he still didn't seem to hold it against him, besides just being slightly annoyed. 

So, basically, he got his ass beat multiple times only because he was holding back for the other person's sake. He's too good for his own good. 

Then there's also Kevin and Tetrax. Both are former "criminals", albeit for different reasons, and Ben still had it in him to befriend both of them. This is probably due to the fact that they've built trust over time, and fought evil together to protect others, including each other. 

I don't like to look past the fact that Kevin, while admittedly not entirely in control of his powers at the time, has tried to kill Ben on multiple occasions. But, like I said, Ben has grown to trust him and they have each other's back, so there’s no need to really expand on those two all that much. 

Then there's the sad story of Elena. 

You could argue that the reason it's difficult for me to look past Elena's “mistakes” is because she was given little to no chances to redeem herself. And perhaps there is some truth to that. 

However, there has been a scene which seems to be what is considered "redeeming" - when she attempts to sacrifice herself to save Ben. 

And while Ben himself seemed extremely moved by this at the time, clearly not holding any hard feelings towards what she had just done to him throughout "Revenge of the Swarm", I can't say that I feel the same. 

I can't say that I feel the same because Ben's life would not even be in danger at this point if she didn't attempt to suffocate him. Should I see her as a “hero” for saving Ben from herself? 

Especially when it’s evident that she had enough self control to attempt to commit suicide, but somehow not enough to not attempt to kill Ben again once she realized that her suicide attempt failed. 

Ben: “Elena! They’ve been controlling you! You’ve got to fight them!”

Elena: “They’re not controlling me, they are me! And I am them!”

Another thing about her predicament that I don't understand is whether or not her choices are voluntary. The other characters say outwardly that "the chips are controlling her", while she, in response, claims that they are not controlling her and instead, that they "are her." 

Elena: “They give me what I want! They fulfil my deepest desires! Even the ones I don’t know I have!”

She also claims that the chips want what she wants, and because they “are her” they give her the ability to get everything she might want. By that logic, she would want everything that had happened up until this point, which is crazy and inexcusable. 

If she is the chips, implying there is no other Elena inside that is the “true” Elena, and she genuinely wants to do things like stalk Ben and attempt to kill him, then I don’t see a way to excuse or justify that.  

But then, in the midst of choking Ben to death, Julie tells her that she couldn't seriously want Ben to die, which Elena responds to seemingly confused or unsure for the first time, and only states it must be what she wants, before claiming that she really did care about Ben. 

I’m sure Ben would agree that she could still be redeemed at this point. He would probably still agree she could be redeemed after all that I’m about to go over as well.

And, while this is evident since he did state the following, believing, once again, that there is still good in someone who had done horrible things:

Ben: “There was enough of my friend left to save my life.”

She still came back to make the situation worse instead of taking the chance to redeem herself. 

Unfortunately, unlike I suggested earlier, and instead of leaving it at that after surviving her suicide attempt and traumatizing everyone in the process, she returns in "The Perfect Girlfriend" impersonating Julie, being the cause of Gwen suffering a pretty significant injury, and, let’s not forget, attempting to kill Ben once again. 

It’s even worse that she chose to do so at such a vulnerable point in Ben and Julie’s relationship, considering that they had been arguing lately, even in the beginning of that very episode. I’ve actually had someone claim that this episode proves that Ben’s idea of the “perfect” girlfriend is someone who does everything he says and may as well have no individual personality. And, because someone I think is credible enough to speak on Ben’s behalf believes that to some extent, it just shows me that it’s possible many other people in this fandom might believe the same thing.

To me, it simply seemed as if he believed that his relationship with his girlfriend was finally improving, which is a good thing. It doesn’t seem all that unreasonable for him to not question why they were suddenly getting along much more than before. Why would anyone question their relationship with their significant other going well, especially after going through a rough patch? 

Regardless, after realizing the reason why this was the case, he must have also felt horrible about not noticing sooner, which sucks. He’d be seen as a jerk for questioning why his girlfriend was being so nice to him had he done so, but he’d be seen as a jerk for not noticing that it wasn’t really her all this time anyway.

I hate to keep flaming her, but Elena chose to put him in that position since the chips allow her to fulfil “all her deepest desires”, apparently. Because that's what you do to someone you "love." 

While Elena's story wasn't continued past Ultimate Alien, the Ben 10: Omniverse comic "Parallel Paradox" did attempt to tie up loose ends. 

Before I continue, I have to state that the comics are not technically "canon.” However they are official source material and therefore should be accurate to canon. So, for clarity, and for those who haven't read this comic, Elena here is basically presented as if she is voluntarily a criminal. She's apparently stealing tech for money, working for some other higher level bad guy, and clearly has a grudge against Ben after what had happened. 

I’ll provide the relevant pages below, but Elena states that Ben was “rude” to her the last time they saw each other...when, in the moment she is reffering to, she had impersonated her way into Ben’s living room and had the nerve to get into an argument with him when she was clearly in the wrong. 

But Ben himself wasn’t even being rude to her in that particular scene, either. He was trying to explain why what she was doing was wrong. He only resorted to using the Ultimatrix once Elena resorted to violence herself.

At the end of "Parallel Paradox", it's revealed that Ben feels like Elena hates him, despite all that she's done to him. Which is interesting, since it doesn't seem to me like he's done anything to her to give her a reason to hate him. Not even supposedly being “rude.” It seems like it should be the other way around, really. 

I know that I wouldn't hesitate considering filing a restraining order against someone who stalked me, attacked my friends, kidnapped my significant other, lied to me, and then attempted to kill me twice. 

But Ben? No, AFTER ALL THAT...he actually wants to help her and wishes she didn't hate him for no reason. 

Or maybe she doesn't have a grudge against him for what he did do, but rather what he didn't do, in her view. The irony is that Ben clearly would do anything he could to help her, she just isn't accepting that help. She just wants what she wants and will stop at nothing to get what she wants. 

She seems to constantly be putting the blame on everyone but herself. And the first step to changing for the better starts with changing oneself by changing old habits and actively working to do better. It's even more sad that she doesn't seem to realize just how much faith Ben does have in her, despite the horrific stuff in Ultimate Alien. 

If she really loved him, she shouldn't let him down. But at this point, I don't know if that's the case anymore. 

Anyway, at the end of the day, what astounds me the most is that Ben isn't mad at her. I mean, he should at least have serious trust issues by now! It really puts things into perspective and explains why there even is an alternate future where a pairing like Benkai can happen. 

If someone like Kevin, who hated Ben as a kid and actively tried to kill him, can become his best friend, and if someone like Elena can also get away with causing so much unnecessary harm to Ben without so much as a displeased glance, why wouldn't he give a girl who just likes to bully and pick on him another chance? 

I still don't believe he deserves that, but I fear that is it is extremely likely, even if it comes from a good place.

And because he gives everyone 764845786448578 chances.��

[copperhawks]

Dee’s asleep and not checking this blog much anymore so Imma write another essay cuz I wanna and I’m so excited for the next chapter of The Lost Mage, maybe she’ll backread through this during the next hiatus lol.

Anyway. To no one’s surprise, I also absolutely adore The Lord of the Rings series. I’m sure a lot of Pierce fans are probably simultaneously Lord of the Rings fans, they’re similar genres after all.

My favorite character was always Faramir. In both books and movies, Faramir was my boy. I didn’t care about Legolas much, the pretty boy of so many a young girl’s eye, or Aragorn, the gritty honorable hero who also caught many a young girl’s eye.

In the books, Faramir is flawless, practically. He is another Aragorn, in many ways, though perhaps just SLIGHTLY more scholarly. Both of them don’t want to really fight or lead but take on these roles because it is necessary and it’s what’s best for their people. They both are very grounded in terms of who they are, neither of them thinks themselves above anyone else, they don’t really seek power ever. This is why neither Aragorn nor Faramir is truly ever tempted by the Ring in the books, at all. Faramir is patient and kind and compassionate and has a very quiet sort of strength that hides in darkness until someone shines a light on it. He is the opposite of his brother, a foil to him the way Aragorn is, just slightly less flashy than Aragorn tends to be.

In the films, Faramir ends up somewhere in-between his brother and his king. He IS still tempted by the Ring, for similar reasons to Boromir, but he is able to eventually fight off the temptation and let Frodo go. He has flaws, he has insecurities that nearly cause his ruin, but he has a strength that allows him to overcome them. He still has that compassion and the patience from the books, though it’s shown less simply due to a lack of time, but it’s there. And he has his quiet strength still, too. He’s not flashy, he’s not seeking glory ever. Most of the time, what he’s seeking is acceptance, love.

You’d be forgiven for thinking that this lil mini essay is going to be about which of the Lost Mage’s characters reminds me most of Faramir. And you’d be forgiven for being surprised that this essay actually starts with his brother.

So let’s talk about Don.

Poor Don. Poor irresponsible, jealous, weak Don.

Don the Deadbeat, Don the Defective, Don the Deficient, Don the Discriminatory.

If you’re been in the Lord of the Rings fandom for any significant length of time, you’ve probably seen and read at least one essay about why Boromir is not a villain. Why his failure to resist the Ring is not a sign of irredeemable weakness. Why he was actually the most relatable character of all of them, aside from perhaps Sam.

If The Lost Mage were Lord of the Rings, Don would probably be seen as a villain, too. At least, for a while.

Boromir fails a lot, too, but this doesn’t mean he doesn’t TRY to do good. He tries to protect Faramir from his father. And fails. He tries to save Merry and Pippin from the orcs and dies for it. And still fails. He tries to resist the Ring and protect Frodo as best he can. And he fails.

But he’s trying, above everything else, to protect his people, to be a good leader, to do what he believes needs to be done to defeat the darkness in the world. And he is led astray, yes, but not out of personal desire for power ever. He’s trying his best to accomplish multiple tasks and please multiple people in a situation where not everyone can be appeased. Boromir wants to help, but feels as though his contributions and opinions are being brushed aside unfairly. The people he came all this way to try to protect are being dismissed as unworthy and untrustworthy, despite everything he has seen them do to keep the darkness at bay and away from the rest of the world. Boromir has had to lead his people to their deaths too many times to not take this personally.

Boromir fails. But his death provides an example of honor and leadership that Aragorn ends up following later on. Boromir’s sacrifice does not end up being in vain at all, as both Merry and Pippin live on and are rescued and are instrumental in helping defeat Sauron. Pippin in particular in instrumental in protecting Boromir’s own brother. And Aragorn goes on to take up the mantle of King, leading the kingdom of Gondor and Men in general into a new age of peace and prosperity. Boromir fails.

But he succeeds, too. 

King Donatien is fighting similar darkness. Both internal and external.

Don is, at heart, a good man. A kind man. A man who wants little else but to make life better for his people, human and animal. A man who will take in injured otters who won’t survive in the wild, a man who sees his mother murdered in front of him and has to find a way to move forward after that while answering calls for vengeance from everyone around him. A man whose personal beliefs are now at war with the needs of the nobility which are at war with the needs of the common people. Don needed to appease the nobility whose families were being massacred one by one but in doing so managed to unravel the only way of life many common people knew.

Don fails.

But does this make him a villain?

No, of course not.

Don was an 18 year old placed in a position of leadership during a time of crisis and who had much of his support slowly whittled away, placing him at the mercy of his own personal One Ring of Power.

Could Don have been a good leader in other circumstances? Maybe. Probably, even. Don would have been an excellent peace-time leader. He could even have been a decent leader during a crisis had the crisis not included a bunch of people working to chip away at any support he might have and tear down his mental stability.

Sadly, that’s not the circumstances we find Don in. The circumstances Don finds himself in put him in a position of always having to fail someone. Whether it’s Sav, the mages, the nobility, or even his own cats. Don fails.

But this arguably makes him one of the most relatable characters in the whole story. Because a lot of us can probably empathize with that feeling of having way too much responsibility thrown on you in the middle of a major crisis and just wanting to put your head down and sleep for a few months but being unable to.

Numair is, arguably, our Aragorn. He has flaws, yes. But he is the epitome of goodness so far. He’s the one who’s got things together the most, the most stable of the main characters, the kind and compassionate and patient hero who is there to support everyone else as they stumble and fall. He is big and flashy and powerful and capable. He is quite the opposite of Don in so many ways. But Numair, like Aragorn, is able to recognize that just because someone seems to be nothing but a failure doesn’t mean they aren’t TRYING to be better and doesn’t mean they don’t just need a little help.

Daine, I think, would be the Faramir. Sav’s too flashy for Faramir, I’m not sure where he’d be placed on the Lord of the Rings spectrum of heroic characters here. Maybe Sav’s Legolas. Or Eowyn. Oh gosh Sav’s Eowyn isn’t he. Regardless, Daine is our Faramir. Quietly strong, compassionate, somewhat broken down, loving, caring, patient and understanding. Someone who doesn’t really fall to temptation, either, and is able to fight through the darkness for someone else’s sake, no matter how far into the dark she is herself. Someone who refuses to lose belief in anyone, but won’t stand by and let bad things happen, either.

Don is TRYING, we’ve seen that. He’s not a villain. He’s perceptive and can be kind and compassionate in the right moments. He falls victim to certain vices and is incapable of pleasing everyone who wants something from him. But he’s trying. So so hard. He’s trying to let go of the man he loves and let him be happy with someone else. He’s trying to keep the peace between the nobility and the commoners, as impossible as they are making it. He is TRYING to work past his own trauma surrounding magic for the sake of his own people. He is trying. And that’s important. That’s SO important.

Don is perhaps not my favorite character. Boromir wasn’t, either, still isn’t. I’m a Faramir girl through and through, that’s just part of who I am at this point.

But that doesn’t mean I’m not ROOTING for Don. I want Don to get better, to BE better, because we’ve seen glimpses of the kind of man he can be, the kind of leader he can be. Don can be exceptional. Don can be inspirational.

Don the Dauntless. Don the Dedicated. Don the Dependable.

[bartseq-fanzine-2019]

Announcement

Greetings humans, 

This is the official announcement for Millennia, the Bartimaeus Sequence Fanzine! In this announcement, you will find instructions on how to sign up and learn more about the zine details! 

Deadlines: 

Applicant Deadline: Application period until September 10. (If we get messages for late applications, we can open till September 30th at the latest.)

 Submission Deadline:

Creative period! (Now to November 30th) 

Check in- November 1st. (Tell us your progress/completion status!) 

Deadline- November 30th. 

Zine publication date: Zine organizers will format and put out the finished PDF by December 20th if possible. (Dec 31 at the latest.) 

Zine Information: 

The zine will be titled Millennia, with the theme of time continually passing... 

It will be separated into sections for each individual book in the sequence 

To expand on the theme, the majority of the zine will be filled with memorable scenes from the books in chronological order. 

These scenes can be depicted with imagery, writing, or a mix. Ideally each scene will include a memorable quote either in the piece (fake screenshot) or on the side in extra white space (Sign up for scenes in the “ideas sign-up” google excel sheets)

However, we want the zine to read like a film concept art book, in honor of the new upcoming (hopefully?) movie. 

So it will also scatter in images of: 

Character designs 

Setting concept art (landscapes etc) 

Storyboards 

Magical artifacts/rune/spell designs (Gladstone’s staff, the amulet, pentacles (specifically named pentacles in the sequence), denotations, rosemary, etc.)

 Miscellaneous bonus images (Bart’s various forms..) 

Some example art (not ours, credits go to original artists) 

These are only examples, you do not have to draw like this! You can add quotes/scene excerpts anywhere, not just like shown in the examples.

Concept art: Character Sheet Example 

Concept art: Landscape example 

Scene art: example (this example is missing a quote) 

Scene art: cinematic style example (this example is missing a quote)

Scene art: quote/excerpt on side example

Scene art: quote/excerpt on top example

Scene art: Fake screenshot example (add a quote in white on the bottom black bar) 

(Check out the “inspiration” channel on our discord, if you want some more ideas of what kind of art we are looking for.) 

Information for artists: 

(Psst: People can sign up to illustrate a cover for a book!) 

Image resolution: 300 dpi 

Dimensions: 8.5x11 inches or pixels: 2550x3300 is ideal. (Only use 1063x1375 if 2550x3300 is too large for your art program to handle) 

Traditional artists please scan your works at 300 dpi and size 8.5x11 inches or pixels: 2550x3300. 

Other dimensions are okay if the artist wants a certain ratio (etc. landscape or vertical) but the smallest dimensions must be at least 8.5’’ 

Note: (Recommend not putting really important details on edges of drawing) 

Send in character/other designs with a plain white background so that we can uniformly add a brown paper texture behind it. (If you have issues or questions about this, we can work something else out too, just message us!) 

Fake screenshots meaning adding  a black bar above and below your artwork and write white text in that bar (like a real movie would have text at the bottom if captions were included) so it would be nice to have the text in a standard font with white lettering.

Information for writers: 

Writing focused on Bartimaeus or the other main characters would be great. Whether that involves filling in missing scenes (Like what happened between GE and PG, case of the curiously heavy trunk etc.) or writing your own headcanons about the characters, it would all work. 

(Note that they have to fit and make sense within the canonical universe and cannot be alternate universe. Etc. “superheroes AU would not be allowed since superheroes aren’t canon) 

Writing has a lot of freedom but cinematic writing (dramatic, movie-like scenes) or dramatic language is encouraged.

Putting more focus on imagery and mood is also great but optional. 

An example idea would be to write out how you imagine a scene would happen in the movie. 

How do I sign up?

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[wichols]

This is my first time ever doing any type of fan prompted writing event for myself and let me tell you I have some thoughts!!

But before thoughts let’s talk numbers.

Start Date: 1/8/2020

End Date: 1/24/2020

Total Fics Created: 9

Total Word Count Posted: 11,935

Prompts Received Anonymously: 5

Prompts Received By Users: 4

Longest Fic: Burning Intentions (2,203)

Shortest Fic: Attorney First, Wife Second (754)

Thoughts:

It was interesting to see which pairs and couples my general audience was requesting. By far the two most popular requests where anything to deal with Kyoya (my OTP) and Mori. You wanted my two favorite boys to get some comfort and happy endings and I was happy to supply them. Now that I step back and look at them, I will give you little fun facts or interesting thoughts I had while writing each one (mostly because I think it is interesting how writers explain their process of writing or their opinions on their own writings). The list starts chronologically from first to last fic posted.

1. Bland Cereal & Pregnancy Brain (Mori x Haruhi) 

I imagine that of all the hosts these two will have the closest thing to what Haruhi would deem a normal life. They will make time for each other and always try to check in on each other. If Haruhi wants normal life filled with a steady stream of love then Mori is her guy. I giggled my way through this prompt at Haruhi and her oblivious nature (my favorite quality about her). This prompt took two sittings to complete. The first to write it and second to edit. Overall one of the quicker ones I wrote in this batch.

2. Attorney First, Wife Second (Kyoya x Haruhi)

 This fic is one of my favorites that I have written.  It is also the first posted fic where stuff gets steamy. I was gasping and eeping the whole time writing their steamy elevator interactions. This story took 1 sitting to write, edit, and post.

3. Solemn Tears (Kyoya x Mori)

As stated in the original post this is the first-ever M/M fic I have written. IT WAS SO HARD. Not because it was M/M but because both characters don’t really ever let their guards down long enough for them to cry. Not only that, I really had to dig and analyze what would really push them to the point that they would cry. Have you ever seen two brick walls cry? Cause I sure haven’t! Their dynamic is interesting and I am glad that I got this prompt to stretch my writing skills. Multiple sittings required because I had no idea how I was going to write it.

4. Shrouded Kiss (Kyoya x Haruhi x Tamaki)

Oh, the angst! Out of all the fics posted this one felt the most OOC. My first thought when I received the prompt was, “Kyoya never does anything by accident.” Haruhi was a little OOC in my opinion but that’s because of how Kyoya proposed the idea of finding love. Do I believe what he says about only knowing once you have tried things with different people? No, but there is merit to say that each relationship and person you are with is going to feel different. Some people are just naturally passionate people while others are more subtle with their love. From what I recall this was a pretty easy write and edit.   

5. Obliviously Pregnant (Kyoya x Haruhi)

Haruhi probably couldn’t even surprise Kyoya with a pregnancy even if she tried. She might not have married a doctor but when you marry into a family who is a leader in the medical business nothing will stay a secret for long. On top of that, I am sure that Haruhi is so focused on work that she would actually just convince herself that she is sick rather than being pregnant. Now reader, I know you are curious as to why I decided to bless them with twins. Well, you see…..plot device. That’s really it. Plus, after I asked Google about multiples and pregnancy I was plagued with diaper ads. Note to self, use incognito more often when asking questionable questions.

6. Salmon Side Effects (Tamaki x Haruhi)

This was the first “Free Space” prompt. And I was in the thick of writing and posting. By the time I got to this prompt, I was tired. Not long after I got this prompt I experienced a depressive episode and spent the week slowly crawling out of the pit. I just couldn’t bring myself to work on this fic. I knew I would have to write Tamaki super excited and all I could think about was trying to make it throughout the day without crying. But I got out of the pit and finished it. Multiple sittings needed for completion.

7. Unyielding Devotion (Mori x Haruhi)

I am not sure when it comes to other writers but I cannot read and write fic at the same time. And after binge writing the last few fics I needed a break. I needed to read some fic! One night I was scrolling through FF.Net and decided it was time to start working through my 70+ fics waiting to be read. Picked a fic and I was off to the races (Something Honorable This Way Comes by ilovemori9). It was sweet and wonderful and totally the opposite of a break-up prompt. I think with the break up he was trying to do right by her, wanting her to not be held back by what was required of him. When I first started brainstorming this prompt I was going to have Kyoya lurking in the shadows waiting to take Haruhi as his own but the story wrote itself and it wrote Kyoya out of the story. I think it is better that way.

8. Broken Banner (Mori x Haruhi)

TINY HAMMER! Running joke between @ohshcscenerios and myself. This was such a fun story to write! Once I started I just had to finish. I don’t normally lean towards cute and innocent so it was a nice change of pace. Mori is held in high regard but he is, after all, a high school 3rd year. And he has a soft spot for Haruhi. Also, did you know that Mori is 6’2” while Haruhi is 5’1”? How do you accidentally kiss someone who is a foot taller than you?? So part of the issue in creating this story was how to get their mouths close enough to bump lips. I think the outcome suited the prompt. This was a two sitting story. 

9. Burning Intentions (All Characters)

The final prompt….this prompt I tell you what. I will be honest I loathed this prompt in the beginning. I was utterly at a loss as to how I was going to write this. I opened the doc, stared at the prompt and closed the doc multiple times over the span of a week. It was like that episode of Spongebob where he had to write an essay and he felt like he was doing so much work but all he did was the fancy-looking “The”. I almost gave up on it. I almost posted an apology instead of actually trying to write something. In a last-ditch effort, I pulled up Pinterest and searched the word ‘fire’. And then an idea hit me! I wrote part of it one night and finished it up the next day. This story quickly became a favorite because of the witty banter between the hosts. I was laughing at my own writing. I am now very proud of this story!

Final Thoughts & What’s Next?

Throughout the last 16 days, I have accomplished many things when it comes to writing! I went from only having posted 4 fics to now having 13 fics. Today (1/24/2020) on FF.Net Boundless Opportunities (Kyoya x Haruhi) reached 200+ views. On top of the 11,935 words I have posted I have also written an additional 9,124 words for other projects I am currently working on. That is a grand total of 21,059 words written from January 1-24! In my free time, I also finished The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins and am 13 chapters deep with The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood. On top of everything else, I created a beta profile! I have done so much this month and I want to thank everyone for their support and kind words! They really do me so much to me!

January has been busy! So I am looking forward to celebrating Freedom February!! I am giving myself permission to do whatever I want in February. I still have 11 more paper books to finish as well as 100+ fanfiction stories waiting patiently waiting to be shown attention. Basically what I am saying is I want to spend more time doing other hobbies as well as work on some of my wips that I have been neglecting since I started this project. 

Speaking of wips I will be spending February obviously working on my Kasanoda x Haruhi fic but also an idea that sprung up into my head this past week produced a very interesting idea for an AU bad boy fic with Hikaru x Haruhi that has some potential to become another multi-chapter story. Too soon to say if anything will come of it but I want to keep my options open!

TL;DR: January was crazy. Lots of writing. Background information for each fic posted from the bingo prompts. A list of January achievements. Don’t expect me to post anything prolific in February. Using my free time to explore hobbies other than writing. Diving headfirst into digital and paperback stories. Hopefully, make progress on my two main unposted projects. Stay tuned for updates and questions regarding my wips. Thanks! 

Special shout out to @ohshcscenerios for helping me out so much! Half of my stories wouldn’t be nearly as good without your help!! Thanks for pushing me to write some fluff instead of just sad angsty fics! Go check out the blog for all your burning host club asks.

If you would like to read any of these fics you can find them on Tumblr, AO3, or FF.Net.

[riahchan]

hi i love ur blog and always felt that you were so super nice and i'm actually a bit nervous but do u think u can talk about last night's ep. and more specifically, jon?

Thank you! That is so sweet of you to say! ^___^

So, what to say about Jon? I am sure that others have said most of this in a better way than I will but here is my attempt.

Jon has been running scared for so long! Ever since he saw the dead he has been trying to find a way to protect the living. He did a lot of things that he didn’t like, trusted some people too much and some people not enough in order to give people a chance at survival.

That led him to the trap at Dragonstone. They deceived him to get him there but he had to take the chance that maybe they were honorable and sane because the benefits outweighed the risk. Unfortunately, he was so so wrong.

He has been a prisoner since he set foot on the island the first time. Even when he got his sword back, even when he wasn’t under guard, even when he got to Winterfell, he was still a prisoner because he knew that if he didn’t appease Dany things would go bad very quickly. 

All he has wanted to do since he came back to life was protect Sansa and protect the North and I think that all of his behavior was his best attempt. I don’t think he planned on living past the Long Night. When he did, he saw how increasingly erratic Dany was behaving. I mean, he tried to have one night drinking with friends and Dany barges into his room while he is still drunk and threatens his family! After threatening Sansa twice before!

Should he have trusted his family with more information and earlier? Probably. I think he was taking the Ned Stark approach to keeping dangerous secrets.

I don’t think he could have imagined that Dany would have gone as bad as she did in episode 5. He knew it would probably be bad and I don’t think he truly thought she would be a good queen. He knew she was pretty awful! But he also knew pissing her off would not end well! Varys was proof of that! And Tyrion had shown multiple times that he was not trustworthy so he had no one that he could work with. He had his army and Davos but that would not help him with handling Dany.

Jon did everything he could to prevent Dany from hurting the people he could protect. Him not killing her or something like that before attacking King’s Landing is not a character fault… he had no idea that she would react the way she did because who would imagine that?

To sum it up, his hands aren’t clean but what happened isn’t his fault.

Going in to next episode, I still think Jon will become king again and he and Sansa will be married. He definitely doesn’t want to be king but it may be the penance that is required from him by the narrative.

Building into that, I am very sure that the letter that Varys was writing was not the only one and that now the kingdom knows that there is someone else to rally behind against Dany’s terror. And Sansa would not have been idle either. Along with rebuilding and healing in the North, she will probably have been fortifying alliances where she can… obviously in the places where she has relations like the Riverlands and the Vale but also making contact to the other kingdoms too.

Dany may have been the Pyrrhic victor at King’s Landing but she will now have to face a united 7 Kingdoms who know exactly how bad she is!

Jon will be caught up in that. I doubt that he got away like Arya did. I can’t predict what will happen but he will want to try to fix the mistake he made in following Dany.

This came out longer than I had intended and it is fairly rambling but I hope that eased your nerves nonny!

[drinkingdeadpeopletea]

Okay @hoarding-stories tagged me in this like several weeks ago and it’s been sitting in my drafts ever since but here we go. The “ten DIFFERENT things” really killed me here, but maybe its good, because otherwise there would be at least 3 critical role characters on here and it’s good to get some diversity. I’m also counting the different campaigns of critical role and dimension 20 as part of the same “thing.”

Name ten favorite characters from ten different things (books, tv, film, etc.) then tag ten people.

1. Fjord from Critical Role. Shocking no one who follows this blog. But I have loved this character since the second he opened his mouth and I feel it is a genuine honor to get to watch the journey he is going on in this show. He’s just the right mix of practical and chaotic, so good hearted while still being a deeply flawed character, and I just love him so much.

2. Riz Gukgak from Fantasy High. I maintain that Kristen and Gorgug were the characters I loved as soon as I saw, Fig Fabian and Adaine were the ones who I was skeptical of at first but came to love and appreciate as I saw their depths later in the season, and Riz was somehow both. I love his cleverness and his determination and his love for everyone around him, and the scene where he got his dad’s message is the one time in the show that I fully cried. Chaotic good, bitch!

3. Hardwon Surefoot from Not Another DnD Podcast. Jake Hurwitz came into MY house and created a character who is brave and tough and also a dumbass with a pride problem, and who is kind of an asshole but is gradually softening due to his sunshiney found family. And then he had him break down in tears as soon as he was alone because he was so worried about Moonshine getting Crick Rot and at that point it was all over for me. 

4. Reynie Muldoon from the Mysterious Benedict Society. Moving on from TTRPG characters now, I re-read these books at the beginning of the summer so just how good they are and just how much I love Reynie are very fresh in my mind. I love how good he tries to be in every way, and I so appreciate how his intuitive and emotional intelligence is shown as being a huge asset to the team. [[And, side-note, if you’ve never read these books or haven’t read them in a long time I very much suggest you do because it’s one of those series where as a kid you’re like “look at these kids kicking ass!” and then as an adult you’re like “oh my god, they’re eleven years old” but with this series it’s still an equally enjoyable experience because all the adults in the series try really, really hard to protect the kids and keep them out of danger so it just raises the stakes that the kids end up in danger anyway instead of breaking immersion, you feel me?]]

5. Lucy Pevensie from the Chronicles of Narnia. Lucy is the light of my life!!!!!!!!! The Narnia books are so so so important to me, and I adore how much Lucy radiates light and hope and wisdom. And I fully have a crush on Georgie Henley so there’s that too. 

6. Nancy Wheeler from Stranger Things. MY FUCKING GIRL. Nancy Wheeler is STRONG and BRAVE and TENDER and so fucking smart, like this girl is ALWAYS the one who puts the pieces together and figures out the mystery before everyone else and no one NOTICES and ALSO her fear reaction is to just start shooting whatever the threat is and i LOVE HER

7. Peter Quill from Guardians of the Galaxy. This might be my hottest take, especially post-Infinity War, but Peter Quill is brave and goofy and thinks with his heart instead of his head, and I really love him. He’s an automatic leader, and he loves his friends and Gamora so much, and he didn’t even think twice about sacrificing his life for the world galaxy, like, multiple times. I’m so excited to possibly see him play off Thor in GOTG3 but I am also very worried that he’s gonna get overshadowed by Thor in his own movie and that would make me upset. 

8. Dipper Pines from Gravity Falls. Dipper is the BEST and I do not take constructive criticism. Finds a mysterious book in the woods and instantly goes, “ah, I am a monster hunter now.” Is twelve years old and would literally die for his sister. Survives the Weirdpocalypse for days by himself. I love him so much. 

9. Ginny Weasley from the Harry Potter books. Not that I hate the movies or anything, but if we’re talking favorite characters we have to talk book Ginny because she really is That Bitch. Popular friendly cool Gryffindor and Qudditch star? Always standing up for her friends? Dealt with the trauma of being mild-controlled by Voldemort at the age of 11? Reacted to her school being taken over by evil wizards by forming an underground resistance group? The definition of Chaotic Good? We have no CHOICE but to stan.

10. Leia Organa from Star Wars. I couldn’t have this list without the first character I ever remember adoring on it. Love my space princess and love having badass female role models and love Carrie Fisher <3

Honorable mentions go out to Vex, Beau, Moonshine Cybin, Annabeth Chase, Frodo Baggins, Wylan Van Eck, Harry Potter, Wendy Corduroy, and literally every single member of the Leverage team.

Obvs no pressure to complete (or to complete as in depth as i did lmao) but I’m tagging @riz-gukgak, @fansofcollisions, @thesea-ofatlas, @emcat37, @disasterhumans, @brightandshinynewstories, @adhdotlexia, @adobabe, @musicallynerdy, and the tenth person is anyone reading this who wants to do it!

[sometimesrosy]

Anonymous said:Will never get how people as for your opinions when your theories are always dead wrong 🤣

a’ight. let’s look at what I got wrong.

Wrong

i was wrong about the timing of a bellarke kiss. i make no apologies. i have claimed myself to be the captain of #teamfuckingkissalready and if you missed that bias, then that’s your own fault. HOWEVER, the theories that have inspired my certainty that bellarke is romantic are not wrong and have been confirmed every freaking season. I’m impatient. I didn’t see the need to wait. Then. I see it now. I mean I still want them to kiss.

Cannibalism. I never said it couldn’t happen. I did say I didn’t like it. And that’s mostly because I didn’t like the way the fandom was going after it and some of the bad theories made me want to ignore the good ones. I basically just wanted to stay out of it and people wouldn’t let me. They tried to force me to support it and so I had to explain my reasons for not liking it. I wouldn’t be considered wrong about it if people had left me alone to not address it.

That’s about it I think. Timing of bellarke kiss and cannibalism. If I think of anything more I’ll come back and add it. If i had theories that haven’t happened yet, they haven’t been proven wrong. If I had theories that I adjusted to fit as I got new information I’m not counting that as wrong I”m counting that as developing. Since the narrative is in progress. If I took some time to think about someone’s theory and changed from disagreeing to agreeing, I’m not counting that as wrong I’m counting that as being convinced, like with timejump (which was a SPOILER not a theory) and jordan being marper’s kid which I didn’t like but had to admit was probably true. I didn’t want them to die. 

All right. So you’re right. I’ve been wrong. My bad. Or whatever. I’m allowed. If you put yourself out there you’re going to miss a few shots. It’s part of life.

Now let’s move on to the things I’ve gotten right, which is harder to remember, because a lot of the time I see something before others and then after I explain it, they start agreeing and then it’s considered “obvious.” Despite me getting harassed for being audacious enough to predict it in the first place. I’ve only been making theories since s3 started, so that’s when my spec began. If I had a theory then, and it is still possible to interpret that theory through the story now, I’m going to call that theory correct. Interpretations are subjective, but to be accurate, they should be able to have canon support. So if I didn’t get Jossed by the canon, then they are counted in the right category, even if you don’t agree. So. 

Right

Dante’s Inferno. I said it would be the structure of s3. It was. It continued to show Purgatorio and looks like it’s heading to Paradiso. This theory has expanded to where I’m now predicting that the show will move away from tragedy and towards classic comedy, not ha ha comedy, but victory and marriage comedy.

Bellarke is endgame. I made this prediction after 3.05 when I realized they were symbolic of yin/yang, head/heart, knight/queen and must be together for anything to succeed. Not only was it true for s3 when people thought CL was endgame, but it has been true EVERY season and at the end of book 1. This prediction remains true and no matter who else has said they were dead or live, I’ve always maintained it. 

Bellarke is the backbone of the story. I used those exact words and JR then used them in the same way about one year later. 

Bellarke are soulmates. Someone said CL were soulmates, I said no, then thought about it and, due to the above endgame theories, realized that Bellarke were the soulmates of this story. This was confirmed one year later by JR

Bellarke visual story of Hands. I said that was the symbol of their relationship. S5 had them barely touching and no hand close ups, this shows how they weren’t really together. However, Bellamy was always fidgeting with his hands, as if they needed to hold something. Look for this in s6.

I said that Arkadia was the story of Bellamy facing his darkness, his soul at risk, but that he had to struggle there so that he could become a hero. When everyone else said that Bellamy was the villain, I said, no, this is enabling him to be the hero. And s5 proves that without a doubt.

I said that Polis was NOT the story of Lxa as hero and Clarke as love interest, but it was Clarke’s dark psychological story as she faced her own darkness and made peace with her shadow. I maintained Clarke was the hero. This theory was confirmed by the writers this hiatus. 

I said that Arkadia were not colonialists, they were refugees. Listen people, look up the definition. They were refugees.

Near the end of s3 I speculated that the twist for the COL would be that everyone lived. And everyone lived. Except Pike. Who wasn’t in the COL.

Before s4. I had a crazy crack theory that they would use Cryo chambers to escape Praimfaya. There was no evidence for this. And yet. I was right. It took an extra year, and another apocalypse, but I was right.

S4, I said they would use multiple solutions to survive praimfaya. They did. Nightblood, space, AND a bunker. 

I said that Octavia was portrayed as a hero, but had the potential to be abusive, but was not a villain yet in s4.

I said that the bunker was doomed with all those grounders in there who just wanted to fight. I mean. Obvious. But I told you so. 

I said that they would use B/E as a romantic obstacle and that meant that we would get CANON romantic bellarke as a LOVE TRIANGLE and we did. We didn’t get kiss/confess/sex but we got CANON romantic emotions on both sides and CANON comparisons between B/e and Bellarke which is a CANON LOVE TRIANGLE which is a CANON ROMANCE even though it is not resolved yet. They stopped in the middle of the story that I predicted so I did NOT get that wrong. It’s still happening and I expect to see the rest of it in s6. They’ve set it up. It’s happening.

I said that either Clarke or Octavia would become a mother. I actually got hate for this. People told me I was evil to wish single motherhood on them. (I am a single mother so that’s nice.) I speculated that one would get pregnant, but in the end it was Clarke finding Madi. I was correct. Motherhood is a theme for post apocalyptic fic and I nailed it. Clarke is mama bear.

Oh while we’re at it. I said Clarke and Bellamy played the role of mother and father leaders. Which while not “romantic” in a romance story way, is NOT a platonic relationship. A marriage is non-platonic love. And Clarke was named, in canon, Mama Bear and Bellamy was shown as space dad or whatever. CAPTAIN DADDY. Nomon and nontu, paired leaders, mother and father. That is actively developing. 

I said that Octavia would have redemption story that allowed her to be martyred and her death was likely. This was a story they actually played with heavily, and had her down on her knees ready to be martyred when they yoinked her honorable death from her. Which I loved, because it was the cheap way out and now she has to be responsible for her own actions instead of blaming Bellamy. Which is ALSO something I said she needed to do, way back in s3.

I said that Kane would die and I suspected it would be Vinson. He didn’t REALLY die but he almost did and it was Vinson. I usually said Kane or Abby but Kane was way higher on my list. I thought Octavia and Kane were it. I was wrong, but I was also right, because they both almost did. This is tricky, but it happened for both the way I said and they were saved at the last second so I’m counting both.

Exodus theory. I said Bellarke would take their people and leave Eden. I said they would lose the war for Eden and win the war for their souls. Over the course of the season it became clear that they would be taking the space ship and their exodus would be into space.

I actually predicted that the last shot would be Clarke and Bellamy looking out at the two suns planet, together. Or if I didn’t predict that outright, it was in my head and I wrote a bellarke fic with that. It was way bellarkey so like much more romance, but the final image was there.

Oh someone told me that the Happy Ever After end I predicted for Bellarke was actually the ending for Marper. I think that’s when I said that if they got a happy ending they would go off alone and live their lives in obscurity and have a family and just stay out of it. And that it turned out to be Marper instead means that I was right in the themes and story. AND because Marper is paralleled with Bellarke, and they then gave Bellarke their son... it STILL applies symbolically to the story of Bellarke. They cannot, though, have a happy ending unless their story is OVER. So that means Bellarke is still the story, but they HEA ending of Marper is there as a guide for Bellarke, which probably means that their time to be together is coming very soon. Which I’m super excited about. Monty said, be happy like we were. That means... together.... in love. 

I mean there’s probably lots more because I get small things right too. And things that people start to agree with me and it seems obvious so I forget that it was my theory or spec. Or enough evidence happens before it happens so it seems obvious. When it comes down to it, I listen to what the story is saying and I try to put the pieces together to see the broader picture. I’m not coming up with theories based on my shipping or opinions. And when it also comes down to it, i can say whatever the hell i want it’s my own damn blog. And I don’t make people come to me. But they still do, even when I’m mad at them. And they still ask me questions. Because they like my answers. And i’m not running a popularity contest. I do not answer questions to please my audience (sorry audience) I answer questions to figure out the show or share my thoughts. And you can NOT say that no one asked me for my opinion because almost all of my posts are answers to questions this fandom has asked me. Even this one. You sent the ask. You solicited my opinion.

So sit back bitch and learn something. btw you’re blocked from my inbox. 

[highbuttonsports]

Nova Scotia: A Lacrosse Powerhouse?! A blogging attempt

What’s up everyone? Millsy here. I always knew the day would come when I would stop doubting myself and actually give this writing thing a try. I’ve always loved to do it.. and while I don’t usually share my writing with others, I have been complimented on the work I have shared. I have always found it to come naturally to me. I’ve told my wife in the past that I’m going to make a living off of writing… “that requires you to start writing something” was her last response. Touché.

So here I am, shooting my shot. No experience, not a clue at all. I’m just hoping I spell everything correctly and use some decent size words. But before I do dive into this and without sounding too much like a life coach. Please don’t doubt yourself! If you’re reading this and you want to pursue something, please pursue it. It’s what I’m doing right now! You can be your own worst enemy if you let yourself. Regret is an ugly thing and I hope that this helps someone else…So if you’re still reading this, thank you! I hope you enjoy it. Let’s give this a friggin whirl wha?

I reached out to Justin at The High Button about maybe doing some blogging for the brand, after seeing a post that they were looking for people to do that type of content. I am looking to cover sports locally, at the amateur level and professional leagues as well. I love all sports and I thought I could tie my passion for writing into that. Hopefully I can post more of me rambling on so I can give some MLB picks and NHL as well. I’m completely obsessed with golf but don’t like to bet it for the most part. Tiger for the next two majors though..cash it in! Big cat baby let’s go!!

I’ve known Justin for some time now through Lacrosse. We both played locally in the minor leagues here in the Halifax region, myself for Dartmouth and Justin with Halifax Northwest. We played against each other all the way through the Metro Minor Lacrosse League and eventually in the Junior A league here locally, the East Coast Junior Lacrosse League (ECJLL). Growing up, I always knew who Justin was.. this kid Belly has some sick mittens with a lacrosse stick let me tell ya. Absolute sniper.

I definitely have been fortunate to see lacrosse from all angles. From playing the game until 21, then transitioning into coaching at the Junior A level. Most recently though I have been spending the last several years refereeing the game at the Junior and Senior level, along with all minor lacrosse. This game has exploded in this province and I thought I could shed some light on that growth. I’ve seen a lot over the past 20+ years of being involved with this great game. Going to try string a couple paragraphs together here about that journey.

I was first shown lacrosse by my father Kevan Mills. Big Millsy. What a legend. He showed me the game at a young age and I was obsessed right away. However back then in 1997-98 it wasn’t really a sport that any kid was pursuing as their main sport. Even in early teen years, it was always just the summer sport to hockey. A lot of the guys just picked up their sticks and went to the rink. I however could never get enough of it. My dad would take me when he was refereeing and I would always have my stick for in between periods to throw the ball around. This was when we had a six team senior league in Nova Scotia and New Brunswick. I would go to the games for those ten minute intermissions so I could get a free floor to myself, I loved it.

That Senior league (MSMLL Maritime Senior Men’s Lacrosse League) was my first taste of high end lacrosse in the area. At single digit years old it was obviously the lacrosse I wanted to play when I got to be that age. What I failed to realize at that age is that the minor leagues were just not growing at the grass roots level. This makes it hard to maintain any sort of high caliber leagues. Eventually the MSMLL folded, and sometimes Junior A benches had no more than 10 runners on them. The bantam and midget leagues were scary. Dark times for high end lacrosse in Nova Scotia.

Guys like Steve Brown, Sean Harrison, Wayne Finck and Bruce Hamilton and many, many others deserve a lot of credit for keeping lacrosse on life support during those dark times. Those names were a huge part of my young lacrosse life and also a big part of why lacrosse has seen the growth it has here. If you would have told me when I was 15 or 16 that in 15 years Nova Scotia would have players playing for NCAA titles, top Canadian universities or in the top Junior leagues in Ontario, or that we would send teams to national competition and compete with Lacrosse juggernauts. Abso-fucking-lutley not! But here we are.

Year after year there are more players I am hearing about who are pursing lacrosse collegiately. Whether in Canada or in the United States. Either that or they exploring their options for better box lacrosse in Canada. Or both. This is ultimately putting Scotia on the map. In addition to the individual success, Team Nova Scotia is also always well represented at the national level. From Peewee all the way up to the Presidents cup (the Canadian national Senior B championship) along with sending multiple talented teams to the Founders cup in recent years (the Canadian national Junior B championship) having great success there, hosting the tournament in 2014.

With so many options available to these Nova Scotian players now; I’d like to highlight some of the local players who have taken their lacrosse skills on to get an education and play at the highest level they can.

Brian Huyghue:

Brian is product of the Halifax Hurricanes Lacrosse association. As an ECJLL alum, he plays his college Lacrosse as a senior attackman for the Divison II powerhouse Limestone College Saints in South Carolina. The Saints are 5 time DII champions most recently in 2017 in Brian’s sophomore season. In 2019 they came up short on a sixth title, losing to Merrimack in the national championship game. Brian tallied 28 goals and 24 assists in 21 contests this season at Limestone. Brian has an phenomenal outside shot, great stick skills and is very quick and deceptive in the way he beats defenders.

Jordan McKenna

Jordan played all his minor lacrosse for the Dartmouth Bandits. He was granted exceptional status to play in the ECJLL in 2016 as a midget putting up 34 points in 13 games. His true rookie season in 2017, Jordan spilt time between the Junior B and Junior A Northmen in Orangeville, Ontario. 2018 saw McKenna return to the ECJLL for 6 games notching a very impressive 40 points. The Junior A Northmen are lucky to have Jordan for the 2019 box lacrosse season. Jordan has finished his high school lacrosse this season at Westminister in Connecticut. He has committed to Bryant university; a D1 program in Rhode Island for the 2020-21 season. The Halifax Mooseheads also drafted him in the 2016 QMJHL draft. His lacrosse IQ and his vision on the floor make Jordan very lethal offensively.

Zac Carrigan

Zac played his minor lacrosse for the Sackville Wolves and is currently a member of the Sackville Sportswheels Junior A Wolves of the ECJLL. During the school year Zac plays his college ball as a midfielder for the Mars Hill University Lions. A Divison II program in North Carolina. During Zac’s sophomore season this year at Mars Hill, he was named an All South Atlantic Conference honorable mention. Carrigan tucked a team high 34 goals, adding 14 assists. His 48 points was second on his team in scoring. Zac is an excellent outside shooter and his offensive upside makes him a threat to score or create a scoring chance every shift.

This a just a small sample size of the lacrosse talent in this province. It’s insane. I referee all three of those players and the difference in their games since going away is amazing. American coaches have embraced the fact that Canadian players have a certain skill set that can be very helpful to the outdoor game. The three players above are prime examples of that.

I am not even mentioning the many players who currently; or have played at the university/college level outside of Atlantic Canada throughout North America. We also have some local players trying out…and making some of the best box lacrosse teams in Ontario at the Junior level. It’s been pretty cool to see our talent stack up with the rest of Canada, and now with American schools as well.

It’s been a hell of a ride watching this sport grow to where it is now. I’ve seen it go from not even knowing if we would have teams to fill certain divisions. Eventually it moved into having some select leagues and tryouts. More kids started playing the game, opportunities were capitalized on and so much hard work went into it. Currently our Junior A league now has six teams with one in New Brunswick, one in Truro and 4 locally in HRM. We have a four team Senior league again, the NSSLL. Which by the way is no joke. The word senior is misleading eh, these boys can BALL. I see you boys. Some of the best lacrosse you can enjoy for free. I will post more about this league but Tuesday’s and Thursday’s at the RBC centre in Dartmouth is serious lacrosse. The best players around over 21.

Some of the senior guys around here, and the odd junior player have even competed internationally in Prague, Czech Republic. The Nova Scotia Privateers are a travel team, that have been attending the Aleš Hřebeský Memorial Lacrosse tournament in Prague for over 10 years. This team has enjoyed great success placing second in 2018. Nova Scotia native Mitch Hannigan was named top goalie of the tournament in 2018 along with Matt Dunbar being named a defensive all star. Taking home a defensive all star in 2019 was former Halifax Northwest Rebel Jasper Goodwin. Local guy Luke Parker, and Coach Rod Humphreys deserve a little butt tap as well. Parker is a staple on the Privateers roster and a dominant senior player. Check out episode 197 of The High Button for his story. Humphreys deserves tremendous credit for his work with senior lacrosse, and making the Privateers competitive every year. So yeah, we’re competing globally now. I think that’s decent?

Also a huge shout out to the female lacrosse in Nova Scotia which is kicking butt at all levels! Way to go ladies. The peewee, bantam, midget and junior girls divisions have gotten extremely competitive. Female players from the area are now also exploring their options to play and continue their education. We are also competing nationally with Team Nova Scotia at most age groups for female. My oldest daughter is excited to get started! So awesome to see.

As if the growth of the game in this province wasn’t awesome enough, come December this whole damn city will be playing catch on their lunch breaks. December 2019 marks the inaugural season of the Halifax Thunderbirds. The National flipping Lacrosse League is here boys and girls! It was confirmed in February that Halifax is set to receive the NLL franchise which will be relocating from Rochester, New York. The Knighthawks have been very successful in Rochester winning three consecutive Champions Cups (2012, 13 and 14). The Thunderbirds are set to begin play in December at the Scotiabank Centre, where they will have 9 home games. With 9 games played on the road as well. This is monumental for the game of lacrosse in Nova Scotia. With all the success the province has had; I can only imagine what adding a professional team in our backyard will do for new registration. The Thunderbirds are pouring gas on an already fired up lacrosse community. I encourage all lacrosse fans new and old to get tickets and check it out. The atmosphere is amazing, they play music the whole game and of course serve booze. I promise you will love lacrosse when you watch it at this level and in this environment. Fun for the whole family!

So I guess if you asked me to describe the evolution of lacrosse over the last 20 years in Nova Scotia: I could have just told you it’s been incredible. But then I wouldn’t have gotten to write all this and embarrass myself. The state of the game is in a good place here, and I’m in a good place with how I’m involved with it. Officiating has given me a better outlook on the game. It puts a little money in my pocket but more importantly it keeps involved with a game that I love and has given me so much. Most of the coaches in the ECJLL I have either played with or against. Most of the players in the NSSLL I have either played with or against, and I love seeing the new faces come into Junior every year. I think most of the guys will tell ya that when I’m reffing the communications lines are open. Im going to always let you play lacrosse and deal with everyone the same. So yeah, I love how I’m involved, hope the boys love seeing me!

So there ya have it. My first attempt at any sort of writing for an audience. Hopefully that audience isn’t all related to me. There’s way more where that came from though. I’m hoping to turn this into maybe a weekly thing; to give you guys all that’s going on in local and professional sports. Feedback is much appreciated!

For now I’m signing off, thanks for scrolling.

Millsy

Jun 7th, 2019

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Your Thoughts for OW’s Lore At Blizzcon

**Edit - would help to tag you hurr durr @freckledmccree

I like how you will indulge in detailed speculation and interpretation of OW lore and don’t center all ideas around one specific (noncanon) idea but will admit occasional personal bias. I also really appreciate that you steer relatively clear from fanon and when people respond to your writings you don’t have an attitude or seemingly disregard them. Sooo, that’s why I wrote this disgustingly long thing even tho I’m paranoid about being annoying.

 (Apology beforehand if you have answered any of these before, I have not properly stalked your blog yet. Also, excuse my rambling I did my best to be coherent. Lastly, I only have one friend who is kinda into OW and I feel bad to bother them 24/7 so I talk a lot in this.)

McCree Speculation

The following assumes that the new cinematic will be McCree’s.

If there is another known character in the short along with McCree, excluding flashbacks, who do you think it would be? 

I have 3-4 ideas even though I would not say they are likely. And with any of these I don't imagine a role any larger than Brig's in Honor and Glory or even Zarya in Infiltration.

A.) Genji. I don't think it's likely but I wouldn't be surprised. It also might be risky on Blizzard's part because many are salty about Genji's abundance of lore compared to others. (Which is dumb and I would gladly rant on it but it's not the point) Reasons:

Notable increase of McCree's interactions w/him.

McCree might've left OW in a less professional fashion than others. Which would mean he may not have anything to be alerted by for the recall. Especially since he went underground for a while.  Winston’s contact info? Long since changed.

From how I interpret “Dragons” it seems that Genji has received the call as well as offered Hanzo a choice to go w/him “The world is changing once again, Hanzo. And it's time to pick a side.” So why not others?

Genji has also been canonically in touch w/at least one other ex OW member. So why not try to get in touch with another member that we know he directly worked with?

My logic - Why would their interactions matter?

McCree's asking about how Genji dealt with the loss of his body emotionally/physically as well as Genji's response leaves room for the implication that Genji knows how he lost his arm.

Why would Genji go in person?

Well, I mean you probably don't wanna broadcast that your getting the highly illegal band back together. In which said band also is also hated by the UN and every other terrorist organization on the planet.

How will Genji know how to find him?

Cause he's a ninja, duh. But seriously McCree most likely said something before he quit OW and if not Genji would just have to look at the news and he'd be there.

B.) Sombra. If anything I wouldn't be surprised by a small reference to her rather than actually seeing her.

Reflections comic (duh)

My logic - I expect Sombra to get involved with a little bit of everything. She likes making people question their beliefs on who is “right” or “wrong”. 

She would most likely know about the recall so if she wants to manipulate that at all she could be the one to tell McCree about it. Idk, she’s a wildcard with anything.

C.) Fio. The Blackwatch Pilot in Retribution. (I used “known” characters loosely) I'm not sure on my certainty with her, tbh. But I do find it rather intriguing. (I said no flashbacks but maybe with this one)

Fio's only lines that are not directly related towards the mission are all directed towards McCree.

The tone of them is clearly on the teasing/banter side of things.

My logic - Why have this side character show any interest in conversation outside of the task at hand? 

If she was just being used for the game mode and as lore filler it would make more sense to have only lines relating to the mission. Or have generalized ones for the team. But she has multiple focusing on the one and only Jesse McCree.

Reasons for that could be that they ran out of time to add other interactions. Which would explain why McCree does not acknowledge her comments. (The only time he was quiet during the mission is when she talked to him, rip you got denied girl) Or it could be that they knew each other previously or trained together in some of the early days of Blackwatch.

D.) Mercy. This one I would be surprised to see but it would have some logic to it.

Losing his arm, depending on the how/when/where.

She is not one of the characters who speak to him about his arm.

My logic - Who fixed his arm up for him?

Depending on how/when/where he lost his arm he may have shyed away from public hospitals. Especially with Talon  seemingly controlling so much of the press. So he may of wanted someone he personally trusted as well as doctor patient confidentiality.

Why does Mercy of all people not ask about the prosthetic? 

Out of the people who question McCree Mercy isn't one of them. Which may seem odd since she has known him for so long and her being a doctor. However, she does call out his smoking. So this proves she does pay attention to his over all health. (Which I am aware is a much older interaction) But it would have been a good opportunity to have her inquire about the arm there if she doesn't already know.

 Do you think McCree will directly receive the recall or from some other source?

What do you think of the fact that McCree lost his left arm specifically?

If the loss of McCree's arm is related to the Deadlock Gang do you speculate that it was intentionally the arm that had his tattoo on it? With how far McCree got in his career/life with OW and potentially spilling info on the gang when caught some people might want him to hurt. Not just die. To me forcefully sawing off the branding of the gang he betrayed would fit the bill. As well as be a good warning for others. (Not that blizzard would show that)

How do you imagine the camaraderie within Deadlock to be?

I ask this since in “Hero” right before the Los Muertos member throws the grenade it shows him actively choosing to help the other gang members (very broken gang members thanks to Soldier 76)onto the back of the truck instead of getting out ASAP. 

I just found that to be notable in how their social structure works. It makes more sense for Los Muertos specifically since they originally wanted to stand up against the politics and speak out for the people still suffering from the Omnic Crisis. They are not formed from the shady work they do.

Deadlock, however, doesn't seem to represent a core ideology. So I wouldn't be surprised if when OW caught some of them the others ran. Especially since McCree would probably still be pretty low in the pecking order at the time.

Can you imagine a shoot out in the warehouse tho, that'd be so risky people could be anywhere and there's no good line of sight except for where the truck drives through. Sneaky teen McCree climbing around and ish

Do you expect/hope for the origin on any mementos to be revealed?

My only idea is his iconic BAMF belt buckle. We know he's had it for quite a while since he wears it here: 

Just  thought Blizzard could do something cute with it if they wanted.

Do you have any thoughts on the Deadlock Torb skin?

Idk, this is kinda silly but people have talked about it. People do have a good point that it’s odd for him to have that skin.

Lastly, do you have any little head canons that you hope to see confirmed? 

Nothing serious just simple personal hopes from the cinematic which may or may not set you up for disappointment cause fun

(When I first started writing this I had two questions, rip. I'm pretty sure I forgot one of the original questions too)

Other Blizzcon Lore Speculation

Do you have any ideas for the new hero?

Personally, I do not have any super strong theories but I do have a few loose ideas. Tbh, I can’t especially convince myself of any these besides the likelihood of said character being a tank.

A.) Talon Tank

Reasons:

Moira’s origin story contains two possible indicators towards this, or another Talon member in general.

We need another main tank added to the roster (opinion)

Talon has a character for every role except tanking (weak)

Popular request (weak)

My Logic lacking- Majority of this idea comes from Moira’s origin story which shows this relatively well known photo with a person or armored suit of some kind on the back panel here: 

I used to think of this to be much harder evidence than I do now since it looks like it could be a uncolored design used for the Talon members in Retribution. However, there’s another detail in the photo (including the version with the different back panel that I believe could point to another member. Each character, excluding Moira, has their line of sight going to the same spot. My doodles for emphasis:

(Reaper is kind of hard to tell but that’s basically his entire role in Talon at this point, lol) Who are they all looking at? This could just be an artistic choice for viewer immersion but it also could be rather purposeful. To me, it looks like a proposition to someone, with the panel in the back for emphasis. If not a proposition, perhaps the workings of a plan or setting clear expectations for said person. (either version works for this context) This someone must be rather important to have them all there. Moira is looking back at the rest of them, seemingly reading their expressions/body language. She seems pleased but then again she’s a tad bit odd.

B.) Mystery Characters

Idek, I added this cause I could. This is not likely at all but will remain on the list of possibilities as long as Overwatch shall live.

Have been shown or spoken of very early on but nothing since

Recently mentioned names but no physical hints of who/what they are

Tying up some long held questions (weak)

Popular demand (weak)

My logic (or lack there of) - I have exactly one tiny speck of logic for this. Mystery characters shown and/or spoken of before the cancellation of the First Strike comic are still occasionally brought up to the OW team. Yet they have conveniently  not retconned them.  Why not say they are no longer a significant part of the story when there has been no updates on them for 2ish years? Maybe they are just keeping the possibility open. Liao and the two from Ana’s origin story are the best (only?) examples:

There is also more recently mentioned characters such as Ray and Fio. Ray was discussed mostly early this year and all we know about them is the following:

We do not know anything else about who or what Ray is. I do not 100% believe Ray is an actual person but you never know. The comment on the beard and his response to has Ray’s combat experience could be some teasing on Michael Chu’s part. To me, Ray is either a person, an omnic, or some sort of computer system used in the Orca.  I should note that another AI other than Athena would seem odd especially with the whole reason OW formed and all.

(Fio I have already discussed but at least we know she’s an actual person, hopefully...OW is weird man)

What do you think of the common theory of Sanjay Korpal being the next hero?

Personally, I think he lacks the look of an OW character. He looks rather plain to me, almost like a background character used to fill up comic space. I do believe his role is going to grow substantially in the lore but as an in game hero? Eh, I don’t know. Another thing I struggle with imagining is him being a tank like a lot of people presume. It would be interesting with what Vishkar can do with hard light technology to have a tank based on that, I will admit. Just don’t see him filling the role of that, he doesn’t strike me as someone who wants to get his hands dirty. I will admit, that this is very strictly my opinion and read of his character and by no means is anything to go off of speculation wise.

 But, if I’m wrong, then next years first cinematic should definitely be a Symmetra/Lucio one and it should definitely have Symmetra kiCKING HIS ASS FOR MANIPUlATING HER foR GOD KNOWs hOW LONG..ahem.

Do you think a comic will be released soon?

They usually put out comics on Wednesdays but they have been odd this year when it comes to them. Idk, if they’ll announce one at Blizzcon. I kinda doubt it. Personally, I’m hoping for a really kick ass Christmas comic since in Reflections it ended with Winston saying he has a good feeling for “next year” (OW’s next year cause timeline) plus last year’s was cute but underwhelming.

I think that’s all I have to ask/discuss for now? I had ideas keep popping up but I kept going back over what I already wrote and my attention span is all or nothing soooo there goes my ideas into the void.

***Random ass question cause you like RDR2. I keep getting a gamestop ad for it and it’s bugging me cause I can’t make out what this guy is saying. It sounds like “I don’t want to kill all you smooth dutch. Just you.” Idk where the exact video is rip, but I feel like I’m really mishearing the guy, lmao.

Non Sequiturs and Stupid Fangirl Squealing

(possibly completely incoherent warning idk how to wenglish when im excited pls ignore mw)

I saw a comic aart thing once and it had young jesse punch Jack in the face and Reyes thought it was the funniest thing and I feel like that’s in character

What if Reyes had a few choices on who to recruit and he was like I want the cowboy chose the instead of the trained older guys. Ana would be like Reyes no and Reyes would be like I want the damn cowboy

I never realised how much I appreciate McCree’s character until the hints of him having a short started popping up. Before I liked him sure, I just never thought too deep into how they could expand on his character. Originally I was just like, “so Reyes picked this kid out of a big ass gang and had him trained among the world’s most renowned soldiers and he still is perfectly content being a cowboy?” Good for you my dudely man, good for you,

wanna see skinny (lean)  young McCree but everyone will want the skin but it wont look the same with his in game model so blegh

I agree with you on how you think reyes recruited him, so many people think he just yeeted jesse at a bunch of angry omnics and was like lol have a cowboy

Imagine McCree being so confused by the weird ass original OW team like y there captain america, my new found father, a dwarf (swede) and an 8 ft german happy meal

He’d be so intimidated by Ana I bench lift Reinhardt for fun Amari being his coach like asdfsdf

But I think with her training it’d be the first real time he let his guard down without him realizing it because he was so in awe of her sniping skills and being able to get taught by her, bonding over shooting people half a continent away yAY

What if we see lil pharah??? I’ll die???

Okay I’ve said this to another  blog but even tho McCree is not my “type” I’m still gonna need to strap my ovaries in place for this short, cause booooooooyyyyyyyyy (I dont even have a type but I guess I mean a lil scruffy?)

[jiggy-pagie-afterdark]

“It’s a vibrator sweetheart, ready to test it out?” (trowzerz has... unexpected wares :p; trowzerz × author's choice)

“It’s a vibrator sweetheart, ready to test it out?”

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“I’d be a bit shocked if you didn’t find any of my wares to be what you want,” Trowzer said.

“You just haven’t shown me anything useful yet,” Dr. Puzz said.

“Oh, I’d beg to differ, but you haven’t seen all of my inventory yet. Perhaps you can find something more desirable in my private stash.” Trowzer pushed forward a wrapped cloth. He unraveled it, revealing a few more... phallic objects lying in the cloth.

Puzz eyed them, then looked up at Trowzer. “I... what?” She pointed at the object to the far left. It was slender and pink. “What is this?”

“It’s a vibrator, sweetheart.” Trowzer pointed his tail towards Puzz’s crotch. “Given your position and lack of mate, I can only imagine that you haven’t given the lady downstairs very much attention. This will help tremendously.” Trowzer used his tail to push the vibrator towards Puzz. “Ready to test it out?”

Dr. Puzz was immediately flustered. “N-no, I do not... I mean, well. I can’t just test it out!”

Trowzer smirked. “Why not? I assure you it’s been unused and is perfectly clean and sterilized. I am nothing but a safe salesman.” He eyed the vibrator again, before making eye contact with Dr. Puzz. “I can turn around if you want. Or not. Your choice.”

She remained frozen. Her eyes were the only thing that moved, darting between Trowzer and the vibrator multiple times. “I...” She settled on the vibrator. “You won’t look?”

“On my honor, I will keep my eyes to myself.” He turned himself around. “Go on, now. Take all of the time you need.”

Puzz hesitated, keeping a keen look on Trowzer to ensure he didn’t move. She inched her way closer to the vibrator, then slowly grasped it in her hand. The scientist found a chair nearby and walked over to it before slowly removing her black slacks. She took one last look at Trowzer; he still wasn’t watching. Puzz took one final deep breath before dropping her panties and sitting down in the chair.

Puzz stared at the vibrator, noticing the dial on the end of it. She clicked it to the setting on the right, immediately making it lightly shudder. The more times she moved the dial, the more intensely it vibrated. She then dialed it all the way back, making it shut off. Puzz slowly maneuvered the pink device down towards her crotch as she opened her legs up before slowly inserting it into her pussy.

She winced, not having done this before. Puzz continued to insert it very slowly until it was most of the way in. She was already beginning to feel the pleasure, but once she flicked her fingers against the dial and turned the vibrator on, she suddenly felt so much more. A moan immediately flew out of her lips and she had to cover her mouth to keep herself from making any more noise.

Puzz turned the dial again, and again. Each time she did, she would release her hand from her mouth and let out a heavier “Oh~”. These moans only grew louder as her lower body shuddered intensely.

Trowzer chuckled, enjoying the sounds of Dr. Puzz’s moans. “So, how much would you be willing to pay for something like that?”

“At least a few hundred feathers!” She yelled.

Trowzer’s eyes widened, but then he smiled. “I can work that.”

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Lapis Lazuli and Peridot’s Relationship (Raising The Barn) - SU Analysis and Speculation

Writing this, I’ll try to stay unbiased as possible, because if you couldn’t tell, by looking at my blog or current profile picture as of making this post, I ship Peridot with Amethyst rather than Lapis. I did use to ship both lapi//dot and ame///dot, and I loved both when this episode came out, so I wanted analyze this episode and Lapis and Peridot’s relationship again.

Let me start this off with.. if you ship Lapis and Peridot, that’s fine. I really don’t care how you feel about this ship. I think it’s great you can find joy in something that I don’t. Once again, I’ll try to stay unbiased as possible, until I give my opinion at the end.

So Lapis finds out that Steven ran from Blue and Yellow Diamond, which angered the diamonds, of course. And that understandably freaks Lapis out, which makes her want to leave Earth, and take Peridot with. Peridot tries to find excuses not to go, but it doesn’t work on Lapis. And throughout the episode it’s clear that Lapis and Peridot’s relationship isn’t perfect. It’s not all cutesy and stuff like it was made out to be in previous episodes. The problem is Lapis is controlling and that made Peridot scared. They do genuinely care about each other, but Lapis’ issues caused issues for her friendship with Peridot, and Peridot was afraid to communicate clearly with Lapis because she didn’t want to pull a trigger.

 It’s easy to argue that Lapis and Peridot did have a healthy relationship, and they made each other happy. Yea it was the happiest we’ve ever seen Lapis and Peridot, but it felt really forced on Peridot’s end, and they addressed that. As soon as Lapis came, Peridot acted super bubbly and overly happy. But in Too Short to Ride and the end of Beta, while she was still living with Lapis but not with her at the moment, you could see her acting like her ‘old self’, you could also see that in Back to the Kindergarten, Can’t Go Back, Made of Honor, and Reunited. Peridot’s old personality never left, yea she changed, but as shown in those other episodes, where she was without Lapis, she’s always still been the same gem, she’s just been masking it around Lapis for Lapis’ own sake.

Every relationship has an unhealthy factor. Even relationships like Steven and Connie’s, and Ruby and Sapphire’s. But healthy relationships communicate and work through them. “Steven and Connie didn’t do that in that arc” Yea, but they ended up working through that issue, unlike Lapis and Peridot, who failed to do so. Ruby and Sapphire ended up working through the conflict of finding out that Rose and Pink Diamond were the same person. Amethyst and Peridot, who aren’t even in a romantic relationship at the moment, were able to work through their fights and issues multiple times. But Lapis and Peridot failed to do that.

If Peridot was able to communicate with Lapis healthily, and be honest with her, it would’ve worked out. If Lapis’ trauma, anxiety, and depression didn’t overtake her, which effected her behavior in a horrible way and caused her to unintentionally treat others poorly, it would’ve worked out. But it didn’t.

I’ve been in multiple friendships where I was Peridot, and the other person was Lapis. I’m in one right now. It was so unhealthy, and even though I cared about the other person so much, it was so hard for me to deal with it. I’ve had to keep lying about how I felt or ignore how I felt and focus on how they felt only for their sake because I cared so much.

And once again, Lapis and Peridot do clearly care about each other. They clearly both missed each other when Lapis was in space, but I don’t think what they had was healthy. I don’t think Lapis is ready for a relationship, romantic or platonic. She’s not ready for one. I feel like Lapis should focus on herself, focus on working through her issues, and focus on bettering herself before she jumps into a relationship. I’m not saying this as an ame//dot shipper, I’m saying this as someone who can relate to Lapis a lot. I have depression, trauma, and anxiety too. No, I haven’t literally been trapped in a mirror or been the abuser in a relationship, but I can relate to Lapis a lot. I also seem to run away from my issues and avoid them, just like Lapis does. Relying on relationships won’t erase her past, relying on relationships won’t make her a better person. I am glad that Lapis is getting somewhat better at dealing with her problems, I really am, it’s progress. But I feel like getting into a relationship, will be a step back, because it could hold her back. And I’m not saying she should never get into a relationship, I’m saying she shouldn’t jump into one as soon as possible.

So as for Peridot, I feel like if her and Lapis did start a romantic relationship, it would be holding her back as well. As I pointed out earlier, she seemed to be alot more healthier and like herself when she wasn’t around Lapis, because she wasn’t putting on a mask for Lapis’ sake, but also Peridot just spent 2-3 months moving on from Lapis, not fully, but somewhat, thanks to mainly Amethyst. After learning to almost fully move on from Lapis, gushing over Lapis will be a step back.

I do want to see them as friends, and yes, I do want to see them make up. But because of my thoughts on ‘Raising the Barn’, I don’t want them in a relationship. I don’t think Lapis is ready for one, and I don’t think Peridot is ready for one with Lapis specifically. I don’t want things to go back to how they used to be, with Peridot gushing over Lapis and being dishonest, with Lapis being controlling. 

And I also think it would be relatable if Lapis and Peridot stayed ‘broken up’, because break ups happen. In close friendships and relationships. Not everything works out, and that’s okay. That’s okay that things don’t work out. If they really want another romantic relationship (other than Ruby/Sapphire and Connie/Steven), have Peridot move on and fall in love with someone else/pursue a romantic relationship with someone else. Maybe I feel this way because I like ame//dot, I don’t know, but I felt this way while shipping Lapis and Peridot, and I still do.

Once again, if you ship Lapis and Peridot, that’s okay! Please respect my opinion, and I’ll respect yours.

[roncosby7]

February 25th, 2021

I write blogs on Tumblr. You may or may not know this, but it is a thing I do and I receive very much deserved respect from it. I have friends because of this, high statuses because of this, lovers because of this. So many gifts have been gifted to me because of these blogs. Gifts that I cherish and embrace everyday, just as the gifts to do to me. Every morning I wake up and a new light has entered my eyes. The planet can now spin. Birds can now fly. Society can now start functioning as a whole for Grady Henderson has risen and he writes Tumblr blogs. I got 2 hours of sleep, but I feel great about this. Because I spent all night up writing another masterful blog that will be seen by all of my millions of followers on this morning. All of them will read it and be amazed by the satisfying structure, the poetic wording, the genius sense of philosophy and human perception. They will learn so much about life, others, themselves and philosophically dance with their own minds as their pupils dilate and tears fall down their faces. This happens every morning, and all of my followers do it at the same time. Every single one. They collectively exhale a breath of warm air as they experience pure euphoria and I feel it flow past me. This peaceful gust of wind that passes through me when I open my bedroom window and watch the day begin. I don’t need break feast, for my stomach is full of ideas. I do drink coffee, though. Because I am a writer. I exit my house and watch the sunlight reflect off of my black clothes, simply because it is too nervous to let me be absorbed by it. The wind stands still, the grass turns away, all animals stop what they’re doing to honor me. I have caused pure natural peace, because I write Tumblr blogs. The sun reflects off of me so much that I am now I a walking oval of light. I walk down the street this way. My light shines through neighborhoods and people recognize me. They say “Good morning Grady! Today’s blog was dazzlingly profound!” and I respond by nodding my head and taking a sip of coffee, visibly insecure. With a secret. I’m hiding something. Behind all of this light and these black clothes, there is a hidden diamond that will never be shown to anyone. With that thought in mind, I levitate to school and feel the ground vibrate beneath me. I watch 2 deer bound toward the horizon as I commence forth. “That will be us one day”, I profoundly whisper to myself

People exit their homes and congratulate me for saying something as profound as “That will be us one day”. How will the human brain ever be able to comprehend all the intricate meanings in the phrase “That will be us one day”? What a fucking genius. The light fades away as I step down from my levitation, for I have just arrived at school. All of the students greet me with thunderous applause. Each member of the school staff walks up to me and shakes my hand individually, sharing their thoughts and feelings about my latest blog and how it affected them as people. A kid runs up to me in tears and gives me a large hug, telling me that I saved his life. Then a group of well respected young women push him out of the way to consult and comfort me for being a life saver. I am not attracted to these well respected woman for what they look like for I am not a monster, I am attracted to them for the people that they are, which are people I respect. (they are beautiful, though). I all of a sudden have a bunch of brilliant thoughts rush through my head, as I always do, and I blurt out amongst the crowd. “What if we all wore yellow sunglasses?” and everyone in the school simultaneously gasps and grasps for air for they have just been hit with the intelligence of gods! This man’s understanding of the human race is unmeasurable! Multiple upon multiple tears are shed and everyone starts chanting my name, in tears. It sounds pathetic yet beautiful. Everyone ought to get to class so they all pick me up and carry me their triumphantly. I humbly reject their gratification in a sophisticated way.  

When I get to class I say “All this for merely existing?” and everyone laughs loudly while also understanding the sheer amount of thought that went into that phrase. Everyone understands me. They understand who I am and what all of my intentions are, and they respect me because of it. They don’t disrespect me or resent me for being different, instead they PRAISE me for it. They PRAISE me as if I have just slayed a demon in the center of a massive Colosseum. Except the demon is uniformity! 

Because I write Tumblr blogs

Yes. I am a human being that types things on to Tumblr and posts them for the world to see. This is something I do. And therefore I sit in Spanish class and do nothing. For the school system understands that Grady Henderson will not grow up to be in a position where he must talk to people that can’t speak the same language as him! Grady Henderson won’t have time for this, he’ll have stories to write! And so I sit in the back of the classroom and work on my next project of writing and gaze at the turned heads of all the normal students in front of me. Every now and then the students will turn around to look at me, just to be reminded of how brilliant and sophisticated humans can be. Just so they can put a bit more light into their dark, uneventful lives. Heh. what a bunch of Garfields. If I said that out loud 3 people in this classroom would likely have a brain seizure. I do not say it out loud, though, because I think I’ve caused enough completely worth it catastrophes in this school this morning. The multitude of tears that built up after “What if we all wore yellow sunglasses?” has made the school hallway slipperier than something that is extremely slippery. Students are slipping and falling and sliding all over the place. One struggles to walk more than 2 steps without nearly collapsing, simply because of the extremely large amount of tears that were shed. Look at all of these teenagers. Falling and wailing around in the effects of their own emotions. I write that down in my notepad, which I keep in my pocket because I’m a writer

As I’m walking to my next class, I don’t slip at all, for I am a perfect human being and this is true. I hear a feminine voice yelling my name behind me. I turn my head and see one of the well respected women from earlier sliding towards me at a very fast speed. I could’ve easily let her run into the wall, but I do not, for I respect this woman. for who she is, not because of what she looks like. (although she is beautiful). I catch her. She desperately stares into my eyes and asks “Grady Henderson! Grady Henderson! Did you stay up until 5 AM last night?” I answer honestly “Yes, I believe I did” she says “God. That is so fucking cool. Nobody else in the universe stays up that late, I can tell you that for sure! How do you manage to be this special of a human being?” I say “I’m actually very insecure about the lazy and ignorant decisions I make and therefore am deeply disappointed in myself most of the time” she says “God. That’s so fucking cool. The fact that you’re able to admit that about yourself? I honestly don’t think you should feel that way, but what do I know? Jesus, you’re amazing. Hey, you’re going out with friends tonight to throw cheese at people’s cars to metaphorically spit in the face of uniformity, correct?” I nod. she says “Well I was wondering if maybe I could tag along. At some point. With you.” I tell her I’ll think about it and then compare this situation to a Garfield strip. She faints from the overwhelming brilliance and lands in my arms. She wakes up shortly after and realizes the situation. “Oh! I must’ve been too amazed by your interpretation of Garfield! Anyway, I have to get to class. Oh shit, I can’t believe I don’t have this in the first place but what’s your Snap?” I tell her “I don’t use social media. I don’t have an undying need for attention like every student in this building”. She faints again and this time I don’t catch her, because I have to get to class. I’m really sorry about this and I hope she can forgive me. 

As the day moves on, all students get called to the gym for an assembly. As I’m walking down there in the circle that the slipping crowd has formed for me, a kid accidentally bumps into me before being tackled, beaten into a pulp, getting the words “You deserve this” carved on his stomach with a knife, becoming drenched in gasoline, and being burned alive. It takes every student about 40 minutes to get to the gym because of all the chaotic slipping and falling that’s happening due to the tears but when everyone gets there, the principal walks to the center of the gym seemingly very anxious. What will he say? Something about the small drug cartel that has formed in this school? No. Fuck that. You must’ve forgotten about the fact that I write Tumblr blogs. The principal yells “Fuck it! Fuck you guys! School’s out for the rest of the day! Grady Henderson writes blogs on Tumblr!”

Everyone starts wildly cheering and screaming. Fireworks are lit in this high school gym. They rented a band. A band starts playing intense and celebrational rock music. Confetti is fucking everywhere, people are slipping all over the god damn place, and as soon as a chant of my name begins I head out. Because I don’t need attention. I don’t need to be loved, it’s just an accessory. I need to levitate home and write another Tumblr blog. I do this. I get home and greet the silence. I make more coffee and light candles. I look deep into the crevices of my soul to find the most mind bogglingly genius themes and ideas. I gather these ideas and express them through my fingers. Every time I type a letter into this laptop, a dog gets cured of cancer. People are rallying outside my house to not only thank me for the day off school but thank me for existing. Also to beg for another blog. I humbly reject all of this praise and close my blinds. Sometimes I have to turn on the sprinklers to get then to fuck off. I did that during winter once and this man stayed. In fact, he froze. Jesus. the lengths people will go to praise me. It gets fucking annoying. Don’t they understand that by constantly informing me of their obsession with my writing, they’re interrupting my writing? Holy fuck, these people. The entirety of this day consists of me writing while intermittently meditating or taking a sip of coffee. My thoughts evaporate from my brain and into the atmosphere, forming into an eagle made of pure light and energy. It flies around my house, leaving trails of light behind it. Of course it lands after a while but never truly stops. For the eagle will always fly, and so will I. God, I’m such a fucking genius. The eagle just fell into the ocean, what the fuck? The eagle was supposed to fly forever, why did that happen. Well shit. Now I don’t have a reason to write, which is good because now it is nighttime. And at nighttime, Grady Henderson must explore the natural ground of his town to discover things about everything. Tonight, he will do it with other people. He will throw cheese in the face of uniformity, something that he does a lot. He will not watch people dance, that’s fucking cringe. Fuck you. What do you know about me? You’re gonna think that I’m gonna go to a school dance and experience THAT when I can experience ACTUAL fun? You must be insane. I will not abide by the expectations given to me by my culture. I will throw cheese on people’s cars. They will see the cheese on their cars and faint, knowing that they have been defeated. Defeated by the long arm of Grady Henderson, who writes Tumblr blogs. Did you know that? Did you know that I write Tumblr blogs? You didn’t. You didn’t and now you do and you have nothing but respect to give me for it. Many people respect me for thi-

I suddenly get a phone call. It’s a voice that sounds all to familiar that sternly says “Grady, I think you’re stalling to prevent something.” What the fuck does this person know about me? Holy shit. How disrespectful that I get these phone calls from people. People that assume things, Mother of Christ. I am the equivalent of the Mother of Christ, for I birth a savior while remaining innocent. This savior of course being Tumblr blogs. Yes, these Tumblr blogs have saved many people. These blogs have made people realize that they should not kill other people and themselves, that everyone must be alive. These blogs keep people alive. These blogs are the savior of all humanity-

I get a phone call again, it is the same voice. “Grady, just get in the car. You can’t prevent it, just let it happen.” I say Fuck you to this person and hang up. Who does this person think they are? calling me and telling me things that aren’t true? I could sue this person for lying.

I get in my friend’s car.  

A light immediately shines in the boring lives of everyone in this car. A smile is put on everyone’s faces for Grady Henderson is here and he writes Tumblr blogs. We laugh and tell personal stories. We laugh until the interior of the car nearly implodes. We laugh until we cannot breathe, mostly because of my stories though, because my stories are fucking hilarious. And the second I bring up Garfield, laughter shoots up like rockets amongst the stars. We throw cheese. We throw so much cheese. It slaps on buildings, it slaps on sidewalks, it slaps onto cars, it slaps onto people. There is so much solidified dairy sporadically spewed amongst this town that you can almost call it littering. You take one little look at any area of this town and you can point out nearly 100 pieces of cheese. People will wake up the next morning and not know what the fuck is going on. We revolutionized cheese warfare against uniformity! Correct! There is cheese fucking all over the place! If God’s sperm was yellow and he decided to cum all over his creation (like a narcissist) I guarantee it would look like this. Look at God’s yellow cum plastered all over this fucking place. It’s beautiful. Our town combined with this sperm is concepting a godlike being of creation and pride, and his name is Grady Henderson. 

I get another phone call and chuck my phone out the window

Look at this field. This field is a metaphor for all the people that will one day plant fields. They’re all the same, they’re all bland. Me, on the other hand, I am not! I am colorful! I am unique! For I am a writer and I write Tumblr blogs and this is why I’m here, isn’t it? Because I write Tumblr blogs? Yes. This is true. This is rightfully and justifiably true. I wonder why we’re in between fields. I notice we’re driving down a pitch black country road. 

“We are are driving down this road right now”, says Friend A. the only Identity this man has is Friends A. “We don’t have to”, says Jonas. You guessed it, he’s kind of a cunt, but he sells us cocaine. “What the fuck are you talking about?”, says Friends A. “We don’t have to go forward. We could go back and throw cheese forever. enough to make earth shine like the sun.”, I gotta say, I’m kinda leaning towards Jonas, here. But- “What the fuck would be the point of that? Think about all the other times that we’ve done that. Where do we end up? We end up right here, don’t we? We end up right here driving down this dark road. It wasn’t different the second time and it wasn’t different the time after and the time after and the time after, it’s not gonna be different this time.”, says Friend A. I’m starting to see this guy’s point of view but I really don’t want to. Friend B(2) chimes in “What the fuck are you guys talking about?” “Shut the fuck up!” says Jonas. “Fuck you! You only exist as a replacement for someone we thought we could save but can’t and never will be able to!” “See what I mean?”, says Friend A “You know what I’m saying is true, you just don’t wanna see the despair of her forehead agai-” “Alright.” Jonas says “I think we should let Grady Henderson decide what we should do” “That’s fair”, agrees Friend A “He writes Tumblr blogs and therefore we should always listen to him”

They stop. They’re waiting for me to respond. My mind is blank. For once in the history of the universe, there is nothing going on in the brain of Grady Henderson. They want me to say something, but I don’t think I will. Instead I just look out the window all all these stalks of corn. I watch each and every one of them pass by. I realize they’re not the same. They form sort of an inconsistent wave. Over and over and over is just corn stalks rise and falling and rising and falling. There’s no progression, they never learn anything. Every single one of those cornstalks is a led in their own story and every single one of them is repetitive and boring. I watch this for minutes They really want me to respond, I really want to think of a response but I simply cannot. I am too fixated on the cornstalks. All of a sudden, I do want to say something. I receive a surge of energy, I want to yell at the top of my lungs but I don’t because I’m respectful. Instead I just say “Let’s sleep on it” and we pass another car the second after I say that. Friend A slams on his brakes and says “That’s them!”. Jonas starts saying the word no over and over again. This doesn’t matter, because the reason we stopped is because we noticed the car that passed us. That car is full of well respected females. We must get out of our car and interact with these respected females because we are teenage males. It’s what we do! We have to do it! We simply have to! There is nothing in existence stopping us from talking to these well respected women. This is not for their physical attraction, though. It might be for my good friends but for me, of course, it is because of the people that they are. (Although you know they are extremely, dazzlingly, extraordinarily, astonishingly breathtakingly beautiful)

We get out of our car, they get out of theirs. They all say hi in various ways, dependent on how confident all of them are. They start talking to us. Not flirting with us. Talking with us. Jonas, for some reason, turns his back and nearly falls to the floor to vomit. The well respected women are all not phased by this because they’re all focused on me and how much of a genius I am. Expect for one. Yes. I notice one well respected women does not care about my genius at all, because she doesn’t seem to care at all after I tell her I’m working on my next blog. She tells me “You next blog? What is that? Why should I care?” Everyone looks at her, shocked. As do I. This doesn’t make sense. How can a human not know what my blog is? Why must a human ask if they should care about what my blog is? What the fuck is happening? I then notice that this is the same well respected woman that spoke to me today. The same woman that I let fall on the floor head first. This must be why she has a giant bruise on her forehead! This also must be why she is suffering terrible memory loss because she has obviously forgotten about my blog!

“Have you not heard of my blog?” I ask “We were talking about it earlier today.” She says “I’m gonna be honest with you, I’ve never seen you before in my life”. Oh my god. I can’t let nature get away with this. I can’t let her get away with this! I need this to be stopped! Everyone needs to love me! I can’t live without everyone PRAISING me! She needs to love me! I need to refresh her memory, that’s what I need to do. I need to make her realize how much of a genius I am, to maker her remember. This is what I do. I ask her “You wanna go for a ride?” (this is creepy, why are you so creepy. You’re not creepy! You’re a genius! You write Tumblr blogs for fuck sake!) She accepts because she has to and I lead her to my car. Some of the other well respected women emotionlessly ask me where I’m going. I tell them I’m going to space. As I step on the gas, I hear Jonas collapse on the floor, for I believe he was using this car as a way to hold himself up. I step on the breaks after Friend A screams my name. He tells me “Please end up happy this time. Please.” 

His eyes are red. I wink at him and drive out into the unknown. 

I’m driving like a bullet straight into the darkness, with a well respected women in the passenger seat beside me. She asks me what we’re doing or where we’re going about 7 times but the only response I have is “We’re going to space”. I start to think that maybe she’s not the villain, I am. But I’m not, because I’m a genius. Jesus CHRIST! What is happening to me? I’m seemingly forgetting how intelligent I am! Well, I’m gonna remind myself. And I’m gonna remind her. We drive further and further into the abyss that is the Nebraskan country roads. Deeper and deeper into this dark tunnel. I don’t exactly know where I’m going, except I do! I’m going right here right now! I stop the car. For a moment I experience pure inner and atmospheric peace. When I look over at the well respected women and my heart sinks. I stare at all of her beauty. Her imperfect hair rests upon her head like a feather resting upon the land, flowing and waving naturally through the wind. Below it are 2 eyes that when looked at could bring a feeling of peace that could end any war. And it’s pretty fucking hard to focus on that with that giant bruise on her head. She lays on top of the car with me. I play every song on my main playlist. Our hearts move to the music, our hands interlock. Our eyes are completely engulfed by the universe above us. This is what I show her. I show her my symphonies, my perspective, my passion, my views, my craft, I show her everything. Therefore I unveil this mask she has been wearing all her life and introduce her to a sunrise. I show her her purpose. the one reason she was put on this earth, and that is to honor Grady Henderson. I show her the beginning, the middle, and the end. Not only of the playlist, not only of this moment, but of the universe. All of existence is defined by this moment and she understands every bit of that. She looks at me, eyes and all, and asks “What’s your Tumblr username?”

She understands. She respects. She remembers. As we drive home, the streetlights of this town become more visible. Forget that beautiful, wretched land. We are here. I look at her and barely recognize the bruise. She looks at me and barely recognizes the person she saw step out of that car. I drop her off at her house. She thanks me, and says she looks forward to reading my blogs. She has no idea what she’s getting into. I have brought light and meaning into yet another soul today. I go home and finish writing tomorrow’s blog 

I write about how fucking pathetic I am. I write about how arrogant and narcissistic and disrespectful I am. I write paragraphs and paragraphs about how much I feel like Jon Arbuckle every day. I write about how alone I feel. I write about how unsatisfied I feel. I write about my repulsive face and my repulsive legs. I write about how the only reason I wanted her to like was because I’m an attention seeking piece of shit that only saw value in her because of her physical appearance. I write about how creepy I am for being so descriptive about her. I write about the friends that I hurt and abandoned and how I don’t even know if they made it home or not. Because I don’t care about anyone else, I only care about Grady Henderson. I write about this lazy, pathetic, repulsive person named Grady Henderson. I post it at 5 AM and go to sleep. 

I wake up 2 hours later. I look out my window and watch another Friday morning begin. I once again feel the gust of wind of all my followers expressing their emotions about my latest blog through exhalation. I feel disgusted. And yet, I still rise above nature’s ground and levitate to school. Because I have to. 

My name is Grady Henderson, and I write Tumblr blogs. I don’t receive any respect because of this and rightfully so. 

[winedwords]

Pete| Bloodsport |Dunne

Title; Bloodsport

Words; 4310

Pairing; Pete Dunne/Reader

Summary; It’s too late, you gave up your last chance to walk away.

Warnings; NSFW. Crude and suggestive language, UST, biting, some depictions of violence, smutty smut smut smut, latex free

A/N: repost from the old blog

Babe, you’re a hard game to catch. You fight and refuse, oh, you’re a wild little bruise.

“Ya look like shite.”

That’s it. I’ve been travelling for ten hours with little to no sleep direct from Orlando and I did not have the patience for this at seven in the morning. I still felt gross from the flight, the quick shower I had at the hotel had done nothing to refresh me, and the scowl on my face certainly didn’t help my appearance any. All I wanted was a proper meal and a nap, as I hadn’t slept in twenty hours, and I had been fueled only by protein bars and overly sugary coffee . Smart ass comments from one of my best friends lent nothing to better my mood.

“Finn, you ass, if you do not have a giant cup of coffee in your hand for me, I’m going to ruin your good shoulder.”

The Irishman further down the street from me just laughed at my acerbic words, still marching towards me. He’d been around me too long to be affected by my sometimes acidic tongue and he knew me too well, based off of the cup in his hand.

“Already got ye covered, love.”

I quickly closed the distance between us, making grabby hands all the while. I snatched the almost comically large cup of coffee out of his hands and took a deep swig, barely feeling the scalding liquid in the bitter English cold.

“I see where I stand, the coffee is more important than me.” He was still laughing, his head thrown back and eyes bright. I made a face, before wrapping him up in a deep hug. I hadn’t seen him in a solid three weeks and I was craving some time with my favorite nerd. He’d looked to be doing great, arm out of the sling and his face line free from stress. I could feel the soft smile creeping onto my face as he returned my hug.

“You’re a fucking pain in my ass, Bálor. Where are Regal and Hunter?”

Finn wrapped an arm around my shoulder, having noticed my shiver at a particularly strong gust of wind, and we started into the Empress Ballroom.

“Their flight was delayed from Hartford to London. They’re another two hours behind ye.”

I groaned, leaning into my friend as we neared the venue.

Finn and I were… a bit of an odd duo. It confounded people how we were friends. He was almost universally liked, sweet and nonthreatening. He was quick to smile, always willing to lend a hand, and he built stuff with Legos as a damn hobby. I, on the other hand, am a pretty divisive individual.

When I had come to the WWE, I was a bright eyed and idealistic intern ready to help make magic happen. I hadn’t been ready for the politics and the double crosses, the backstage drama and the gossip. That year long internship had taken a happy-go-lucky sorority girl and molded her into what some would say was a ruthless and shrewd harpy. Looking back, I wasn’t inclined to disagree. The talent I worked with was lovely, but the other members of the backstage staff was an entirely different beast.

It was all about power. First it was seizing it, through whatever means necessary and regardless of the cost. I will not lie, I did discreetly sabotage coworkers to get ahead. I played with their emotions and preyed on their insecurities. Then it was a game of using that power and keeping it by any means necessary. Influence and currying favor was how you got ahead backstage. We didn’t have the luxury of being in front of a camera and rallying the support of the audience behind us. We had to grind our competition to dust. Regal had noticed the change and approved, to a degree. I got results. I kept the personal entanglements to a minimum. I solved problems before they became problems and had shown promise in playing the backstage games.

I don’t know what I did to deserve Finn and his friendship. He’d shown up to NXT several months after I had started and he’d made it his mission to befriend me almost immediately. It had taken him weeks of near constant annoying me with his attempts at friendship before I relented and I didn’t regret it. I’d questioned him on why me multiple times. Each time he gave the same small, almost sad smile and simply stated that he saw a little of who he was in Japan in me. He never did elaborate after and I never pressed him for details.

“They were supposed to be the big welcoming committee. Is Nigel going to be there at least? We could always flip the order of things and have you two run them through drills?”

Finn shrugged next to me.

“We could? I know more than a couple of these lads and they’re damn good. Dunno how they’ll feel about being made to run drills like some rooks.”

We paused at the rear entrance to the Ballroom and I turned with a raised brow to my friend.

“What do you mean?”

Finn dragged a hand down his face.

“What I mean is that most of them will be fine, but there’s a couple that are concernin’. Ya don’t need ya any additional help makin’ any enemies in these two weeks, love. Not with that charmin’ personality.”

I scowled and went to bite back a retort, when Nigel McGuinness opened the door to beckon us in from the cold. The older man just looked at us knowingly, before guiding us to the locker room where all the talent for the tournament were.

I did really like Nigel. We’d only met a couple of times, but the Englishman was sweet with old school manners. Daniel Bryan had nearly died laughing when I had told him my opinion of Nigel. I didn’t understand until I was shown old footage of their battles back in Ring of Honor and to be honest, it only made me feel even warmer towards the older man. He presented himself as a charming member of the old guard, but that sweet countenance disguised a cunning nature and a keen mind for this business.

I wasted no time pushing the door open and announcing myself, heels clicking loudly.

“Good morning gentlemen, my name is (Y/N). I’m the executive assistant to William Regal.”

I had begun moving through the veritable sea of large men in the locker room, heading towards what appeared to be a makeshift podium. My voice carried, the tone clipped and authoritative, and the room hushed to a murmur.

“Bet that ya assist him with a lot of things.”

The heavy innuendo in the loudly spoken words that came from behind me caused all motion and noise to cease in the room. You could have heard a pin drop.

I had stopped when the man behind me spoke, my back rigid and one hand tightening around the coffee cup, the other forming into a fist. I took some deep breaths and counted backwards from ten, trying to keep from flying off the handle. This was far from the first time this particular insinuation had been made, but it got no less frustrating every time. I was entirely too sleep deprived and cranky to deal with this.

I turned with a flourish on my heeled boots to face the speaker, a brilliant smile on my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Finn grab Nigel’s arm, the Irishman shaking his head with a small, crooked smile. The vote of confidence was definitely appreciated as I sized up the man who’d implied that I was fucking my boss.

Dirty blonde and broad, the man in front of me was indeed attractive, but the shit eating smirk was what really lit the fire in my blood. I was quick to saunter into his personal bubble, using the hand not holding my coffee to straighten his suit jacket.

“What’s your name, handsome?” My words were so sugary sweet that they made my gums ache, teeth bared in what barely passed for a smile.

His chest puffed out at my attention and I could feel the tensing on his muscles wherever my hand trailed.

“It’s Pete Dunne love.” He was so self satisfied and practically preening knowing that every eye in the room was on him. Even on four inch heels, I still had to tilt my head upwards to hold a gaze with his blue-gray eyes. I measured my next words carefully, my tongue wetting my lower lip thoughtfully. His eyes trained on my mouth for a brief moment, pupils dilating and nostrils flaring, before the blue-gray eyes flicked back to mine.

Curious.

“Ohhh… So  you’re the one that we took because we couldn’t get Scurll. It’s good to put a face to the name. Well, Petey boy, I’m glad you said something so I only have to say this once.”

The smirk dropped from his face faster than a stone at my words and the subtle raising of my voice. The echoes of my words reverberated around the locker room and I could feel a crackle of electricity between the Englishman and myself. There was a fire that sparked in his eyes and his lips curled into a snarl. The look on his face made something heat in my stomach and emboldened my next words.

“I am Mr. Regal’s eyes, ears, and right hand. When I speak, you are to assume that I speak with Mr. Regal’s full authority, because I do. I control the schedules, I control the flow of the work day, I control the access.  I am the goddamn gatekeeper. My opinion is important to Mr. Regal, and his opinion is important to Mr. Helmsley. You all would do well to remember that.”

I paused for a moment, before continuing, “I’m not saying that I’m the tiebreaker, but I have… influence.”

It felt like the room took a collective intake of breath at my impassioned speech and I could have sworn I heard Finn snort from behind me. The wrestler in front of me wisely kept his mouth shut, the muscles in his jaw rapidly clenching, and his eyes dark and heated. There was an electric energy between the two of us that would have warranted further investigation, if our surroundings were different. I gave a couple pats to the lapels of his jacket before removing my hand and speaking again, never breaking eye contact.

“Now, as I was saying before I was interrupted. The big boss men had their flight delayed and they are going to be two hours late. In the meantime, you’ll be running drills with the two men at the back of the room, Finn Bálor and Nigel McGuinness. Any questions?”

I don’t know what possessed me to toss a wink at the intense man in front of me, but I did before turning to survey the room. There was no movement and the men were purposefully avoiding my eyes.  I could feel Pete inching closer into my space, trying to crowd me into being intimidated by his size. I turned back to him, eye contact unflinching.

“And Mr. Bálor? Do me a favor. Make sure you have Mr. Dunne here run extra drills. It appears he needs to let off some steam.”

Dunne and I were practically nose to nose, the smell of his cologne and something pleasantly unidentifiable surrounding me. I was thankful for the long sleeves, because I could feel gooseflesh breaking out across my arms not because of the cold, but because of the energy crackling between us. The scowl on his face smoothed and stretched into a challenging smirk, his gray-blue eyes sharper than flint. He’d opened his mouth to say something, but Nigel interjected before Dunne could get a word out.

“Go change, young man. Drills start in ten.” The older man bit out, with a hand gripping Dunne’s elbow. The younger wrestler didn’t even look the least bit put out, his smirk widening to Cheshire levels.

“You best come watch us run drills, love. Would hate for you to miss the best the UK has to offer.”

He pursed his lips at me in a crude imitation of a kiss, shook off Nigel’s hand, and strutted off to change.

The older Englishman turned to me with an arched brow and an inscrutable look on his face.

“I hope you know what you’re doing. Dunne has a rep-”

I held up a hand,  my face sour.

“He’s not the first to challenge me. It’s fine.”

Nigel looked unimpressed and his stare was almost enough to make me fidget. I felt like an ant under his eyes and I knew he didn’t believe me one bit. There was still some fresh meat lingering in the makeshift meeting room, so I couldn’t let on that the encounter and really, the mere presence of Pete Dunne had left me rattled and strangely invigorated. Nigel studied me a minute more before herding the stragglers out of the locker room, leaving me alone with my coffee and my thoughts.

The rest of the day, and indeed the next two weeks, passed by like a whirlwind. William Regal and Hunter Hearst Helmsley arrived that first day roughly two and a half hours after that initial confrontation with Dunne. The coffee had kicked in and I was on my game. Offices were set up, schedules were put out, and the backstage hands, though new to me, were running like a well oiled machine. Once Regal and Mr. Helmsley had entered the building, it felt like we were in Florida, not chilly Lancashire.

Everything had its place. Everything had its order.

We’d do a daily inspection around the facility, daily tests of the electrical and sound systems, and daily meetings with marketing and production. It was after those meetings that we’d meet the talent out in the ring, where they were running drills and sparring.

Dunne would always search for my eyes and give a little smirk when our eyes met.

I’d notice a pattern start to emerge, starting with that first day.

He’d do things to catch my attention.

He’d run the ropes harder and faster than the others if I was nearby. He’d lift heavier and spar more viciously with his partners in the ring if I was watching. Trent Seven had nearly had his head taken off with a particularly nasty lariat when I had spoken with Finn and Finn’s protégé of sorts, Jordan Devlin, too long for Dunne to tolerate.

It wasn’t just during training either.

He’d learned my routine and had made sure to be around when there were scarcely any other bodies. He’d pick little fights, about how I conducted business, about the other competitors in the tournament. Dunne would get just close enough to whisper or growl things into my ears that made me give just the barest of shivers. He’d smirk at my reaction, satisfied that he’d gotten to me.

I couldn’t let that stand. I wasn’t about to be felled by a cocky little shit that didn’t know his place.

The first time I had palmed his ass, he’d damn near jumped out of his skin. The sixteen wrestlers had been packed into one of the many makeshift conference rooms, for William Regal to speak to them about expectations for the tournament. Pete had been at the back of the crowd, his arms crossed across his chest, and paying full attention to my boss. It had been easy to come up next to him and sneak a squeeze across what I found was a firm cheek.

He’d turned and stared at me with something akin to wonder on his face before a mischievous grin broke out across his face.

Pete and I then began a very… curious game of cat and mouse, where we would do pretty much anything to rattle the other. I wasn’t positive on who was the cat and who was the mouse. Maybe we played both roles. What I did know, was there was this palpable tension between us. I didn’t know where it came from or when it had ratcheted up to unbearable levels, but something was going to give soon.

There will be no tenderness, no tenderness.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

I’d spent a solid twenty minutes tracking this son of a bitch down across the theater. Regal was in a mood and had spent a ten minutes following Dunne’s attack on Sam Gradwell verbally tanning my hide. He had later apologized for taking it out on me, but shit rolls down hill. Finn had seen me storm out of the office I shared with Regal and had tried to cool me down, to no effect.

FInn was too intuitive and good at reading me. He knew  I was going to go attempt to collect a pound of flesh from Pete Dunne and after trying to cool me down, made no further attempts to stop me. Finn knew I would need this. I hadn’t been scolded by Regal like that, for something I was not responsible for, ever. The humiliation of being shouted at had screamed through my veins and I wanted, no, needed to take it out on Pete.

Pete turned around, with a smug look on his face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about love.”

I snorted derisively, and wasted no time crowding into his face, like I wasn’t significantly smaller than him, even with my customary sky high heels on.

“You know damn fucking well what I’m talking about Dunne. I have spent too much time, too much effort for you to fuck this up.”

His entire face brightened at my anger, but his eyes darkened with something that would have normally made my insides shudder if I were not so blindly livid.

“Don’t know why you’re havin’ a go at me, I’m just taking your advice. Make an impression by any means, right? At least that’s what I remember a bird that looks a hell of a lot like you saying.”

He was practically laughing at me, throwing words I had spoken a week before into my face. It felt like someone had poured lava directly into my veins and my sight had tinted red. I don’t know why I did what I did next. Maybe it was the toxic cocktail of my embarrassment, anger, and the attraction I refused to admit to the man in front of me.

I slapped him.

Pete’s head snapped to the right and he froze. The palm of my hand stung something fierce and the temperature of the room we were in ratcheted up about ten degrees.

“You’re a fucking idiot Pete. You’ll be lucky if they don’t disqualify you from the tourn-”

In hindsight, it probably wasn’t a good idea to get into Pete’s face shortly after my boss had a go at him. I was in the middle of verbally dressing him down when he grabbed the sides of my face, fingers curling into my hair, and slammed his lips against mine. I lost my balance on my heels and fell into him, gasping. I could feel him smirk before he took advantage of my parted lips, swiping his tongue against mine. The anger that had heated the blood in my veins shifted to lust so quickly that I was left dizzy. It took a moment to recover from the sudden shift in passions, but soon enough I was kissing him back just as violently.

There was nothing gentle or soft about our embrace. Our teeth had clicked together painfully and my hands gripped the straps of his singlet tightly. His fingers were beginning to grip my hair in the most painfully pleasurable way and the tiniest of moans escaped my throat.

It felt like time had sped up because I couldn’t tell you how I ended up pinned against the wall and Pete’s body, with my pencil skirt pushed up to my waist and a thick thigh pressed against my now uncomfortably wet panties.

“Been wanting to fuckin’ do this since the first fuckin’ day…” He muttered against my lips, his thigh rubbing in the most delicious way against my core. I shuddered and my hips began to move of their own accord against his thigh. He began to press rough kisses and bites along my jaw line and neck and I was helpless to my body’s response to crane upwards into his touch. It was with one particularly hard bite that I let out an embarrassingly loud mewl.

“God if I’d known you were this fuckin’ desperate for cock, I would have done this so much sooner.”

Two could play this game.

Faster than he could react, I’d tugged a fistful of his dirty blonde hair and with the other hand, cupped the sizeable bulge that was most definitely not hidden by the spandex singlet. His hips stuttered against mine at the pinpricks of pain in his scalp and the sudden touch against his length.

“You talk a lot of shit Dunne. Can you back it up?”

His nostrils flared at my lusty challenge and a crooked grin swept across his face. He looked like a devil and damned if that didn’t do things for me.

“I’m going to ruin you.”

He’d stepped away for just a moment to push his ring gear down and I took the opportunity to step out of my black lace panties. I moved to step out of my heels, but I was stopped by his gruff words.

“Leave those on.”

His body was soon back up against mine, his velvety cock pressed up against my abdomen, as he pressed a thick finger between my folds. The insistent press of his finger against my wetness made me gasp and squirm.

The grin on his face could only be described as predatory at the amount of slickness that coated his finger as removed the finger from me. I was enraptured as he put that same finger into his mouth to lewdly lick off the liquid there. His eyes were dark as he grabbed my left leg and hoisted it up across his hip.

I felt the blunt head of his cock pushing into me and my head fell back against the wall at the sensation. The Englishman let out a muttered curse, before snapping his hips and driving the entirety of his length into me. My lips parted into a silent scream at the sudden intrusion and Pete muffled his own groan by biting hard into the juncture where my neck met my shoulder.

There was just a moment for my body to attempt to adjust to Pete’s girth, before he set out on a punishing pace. I was left balancing on one leg, pressed between a wall and his driving hips. The angle we were at had his pelvis pressing against the taught bundle of nerves just above where we were joined at every press of his hips.

The room was filled with the sounds of our coupling. My gasps and moans were intermingled with the slaps of skin together and his mumbled curses.

“You fit me so perfectly Jesus…”

There was no way I was going to last long, given the relentless pace he had set and the way my insides quivered at every thrust and grind of his hips.

“Oh fuck Pete, right there. I’m about - ”

He’d reached underneath my dress shirt and bra with his free hand to roughly roll a nipple between his fingers while his hips picked up speed at my desperate words. His hips picked up speed and then there it was.

My vision went white and I shuddered around him. My blood was singing and my head was fuzzy and I’m sure I was babbling what passed as encouragement.

His thrusts became sloppy not long after, and then I felt a rush of liquid as ropes of his cum filled me.

“Let’s go back to the hotel.”

The night was spent with minimal sleep. I had woken up the next morning to Pete wrapped tightly around me, my body pleasantly sore and covered in a disturbing amount of love bites. The man slept like the dead, so I was able to sneak my way out of his embrace. I quickly dressed to head back to my hotel room for a quick shower and to strategize how to cover the perfect bite impressions on my neck. I took a fond look back at Pete’s slumbering form, before exiting the hotel room.

But not before making sure to leave my black lacy panties hanging from the hotel room door knob.

I could feel Pete’s eyes on me as I was working to get the night’s show set up. There was no time for us to talk between matches. I didn’t get to express my disapproval after Pete attacked Tyler Bate after the latter’s match with Wulfgang.

I didn’t even get to tell him good luck before his match with the young Tyler Bate.

The match had me on the edge of my seat and it was impossible to tell who was going to win.

It was an even exchange, even if Pete’s opponent was hurt.

Pete hit the Bitter End I could have sworn that was it. Pete was the new UK champion.

But Tyler had kicked out.

It was another moment or two of back and forth, then Tyler did it.

The younger wrestler hit the Tyler Driver ‘97.

One.

No, no, no.

Two.

Damn it Pete, kick out.

Three.

Oh fuck. This wasn’t going to be good.

So don’t fight me now cause you might need me later

[hogwartshousehabits]

End of birthday wishes!

Thank you so much to EVERYONE who a) sent in an ask and b) stuck around for birthday spam. 

I can’t really put into words how much this has brightened my week! Birthdays on Tuesdays are sort of... well, it’s a Tuesday and I wasn’t very excited. I teared up multiple times reading your well wishes though.

For those of you that made it through the birthday spam, thank you! I know it was a lot, and there’s not much you can say besides “thank you!” But I also felt that since people were going out of their way to send me a message in their native language AND English, they deserved to be posted and not just screenshotted with a general thanks.

I am not sure what I’m going to do for the next few days, but please send in whatever Hufflepuff specific gif requests/house headcanons/etc. you want me to talk about and I will fill our queue! It’s the least I can do for all the awesomeness shown to me today.

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