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karahalloway · 2 years ago

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Polo!

Fandom: TRR

Series: None (this is a one-shot and can be read independently of the rest of my fics)

Pairing: Drake Walker x Valeria Beauvaisis de Lavallée

Synopsis: Drake gets roped into playing a charity polo match when one of the other team members doesn't show for the game... What can possibly go wrong?

Word Count: 6,900 (this definitely ran away with me… 😅 I was aiming for 4,000 but here we are!)

Rating/Warnings: E (swearing, rough horseplay, BDSM, possible dub con... Drake never has any luck in my fics, does he...? 😅)

Theme song:

A/N1: So, as mentioned before, the idea of this one-shot came out of a conversation with @angelasscribbles, @harleybeaumont and @nestledonthaveone whereby we were discussing Drake's extra-curricular activities that involve tight pants (kind of spinning off of Angela's Homerun fic) and I happened to mention jodpurs... Queue a massive brainwave about Drake getting roped into playing polo (against his will, obviously, because even though I can see him having played this sport, I cannot see him willingly subjecting himself to wearing tight horseriding tights - even if it's part of the uniform 😅) and that is how this fic was born. Hope you have as much fun reading it, as I did writing it (also, I really hope you check out the music video at the end because it did indirectly inspire several aspects of this fic)!

A/N2: In terms of timeline, this fic takes place approx. 1 year after Drake comes back to Cordonia from Texas (i.e. 1 year after the assassination attempt on the royal family that is mentioned in canon), which is approx. 4-5 years before the start of (Un)Common Attraction, so Leo is still the Crown Prince during this period (also, Anton is just a random noble — no covert personality, no secret engagement to Olivia as I’m not following that storyline in my rewrites). This fic will also shed some light on something that Drake mentions in passing in Crazy, because I thought this set-up was the perfect opportunity to explore why he has such an aversion towards aristo women... and riding crops 😏

A/N3: Since polo is probably not a sport that most people are familiar with (I know I wasn't when I decided to write a fic about it!), and rather than take up masses of space in this post, I have prepared a bit of a Polo 101 Guide which will provide you with the basics of the game, as well as some videos about the world of high-society polo if you are interested in exploring further.

A/N4: I admit that the theme song I chose for this fic is a bit left-field, but in the strange land of my HC, if this fic were a movie/TV show, Boom is the song that would be playing during the montage of the polo match. Also I think it’s quite an appropriate underdog song for Drake in this fic 🤟

A/N5: This is my submission for the Choices January Challenge Day 10 (Easy | Hard | Exercise) with a bit of Day 28 (Tight | Loose | Clothes) thrown in.

Polo!

"No. Abso-fuckin'-lutely not."

"But we're short one player!"

I scoff. "It's not my fault Leo's a no-show! Find someone else!"

"There isn't anyone else!" cries Max, grabbing the front of my shirt in desperation. "You're literally our last hope, Drake!"

I slap the Beaumont's hands off me with a derisive snort. "We're at a VIP equestrian event. You seriously tellin' me that none of the aristos out there can ride a horse?"

"None as well as you can..." admits Chris.

I roll my eyes. He had a point.

"...and, as you well know, there is a bit more to it than simple horsemanship."

"Yeah. Like whacking an overpriced softball with a crocket mallet into soccer goal," I mutter. "None of which is hard."

Max pulls a pained face. "I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear you say that..."

"And that's precisely why you are the obvious choice to sub for Leo," insists Chris, clapping me on the shoulder. "Not only can you put each and every noble out there to shame with your riding skills, but you've also got a killer swing. The other team's not going to know what hit them!"

"A well-aimed polo ball to the back of the head," I mutter under my breath.

Max sucks in a sharp breath. "Does that mean you'll do it?"

Lifting my eyes begrudgingly, I take in the sight in front of me.

Chris and Max are looking at me like a pair of lost kittens — wide-eyed and pleading, begging me to be the answer to their first-world problems.

I heave a resigned breath. "Okay, fine..."

"Yey!" squeals Max, literally throwing himself at me as he bounces up and down like a hyperactive pinball. "Drake's playing with us!"

"But," I say firmly, disentangling myself from the unwarranted — and definitely unwanted — PDA, "this is strictly a one time deal. And this cancels out your last IOU, buddy."

"Understood, mate," grins Chris happily. "Welcome to the team!"

"Yeah, yeah..." I grumble with a roll of my eyes. "Whatever..."

The things I do for Chris...

"There you are!" cries Bertrand, bursting into the bathroom of the clubhouse where Chris and Max have cornered me. "Please tell me you've managed to cajole a hapless substitute into filling in for Leo!"

"Sure have, brother!" enthuses Max with a beaming smile.

"Oh, thank the Almighty Lord!"

"Drake has kindly offered to help us out," confirms Chris, dropping an appreciative arm around my shoulders.

Bertrand's face drains of colour. "Oh, good God..."

I suppress a sigh. This... This is the reason I didn’t want to do this.

The aristo bubble — not to mention the high-society polo one — is small and tightly knit. So, as soon as I ride out onto that field, it’ll take precisely four seconds for everyone to figure out that I am an interloper with no credentials for being here.

And I’m not going to be made to forget it...

But, unfortunately for everyone involved, it’s too late to back out now. The match is starting in less than ten minutes and as much as Bertrand might balk at the idea of a commoner — who’s a Western-riding, half-American to boot — taking the spot of the Crown Prince of Cordonia on the royal team at a high-profile charity event, the fact is that unless they want to start one man short (and suffer the associated penalties and ridicule) there is no other option.

Because Chris is right. Despite the fact that I’ve never set foot in any of the fancy equestrian schools that the aristos like to pay an arm and a leg for the 'privilege' of attending, I can probably out ride the whole ritzy lot of them. And am therefore the team's best chance at not only making the match, but maybe even winning it.

As I have something that the rest of those blue-bloods don’t. And that’s the Walker name. Which — in north-east Texas, at least — is synonymous with Quarter Horses and rodeo.

And even though the ranch has fallen on hard times and is struggling to stay afloat, and I ended up choosing a different calling, horses are still in my blood. Because even before Savs and I could walk, Dad — and Paps, while he'd still been alive, God rest his soul — had been sticking us in the saddle to make sure that we knew not just how to ride, but to ride like a Walker... intuitively, effortlessly, at all times in tune with the horse.

And in polo — much like in rodeo — that’s ultimately the most important thing.

"But... but he's not a club member!" splutters Bert.

"It's just some paperwork," Chris reminds him. "We can square that away during half-time."

"Absolutely not!" comes the objectionable response. "That is most inappropriate and highly irregular! We simply cannot—"

"I can ask the umpire for extra time!" chimes in Max. "To make sure everything is above board. Also, Drake still needs to get kitted out and—"

"But he's never played before!" stresses Bert. "We cannot field a novice player against a professional team! We'll look like utter gits!"

"Drake knows the rules," interjects Chris calmly. "He's attended several training sessions with me and—"

"That is no substitute for in-match experience!" expounds Bert. "I'm sorry, Your Highness. But Mr Walker simply is not qualified to take on the Number 3 position, given that—"

"Five minute warning, gents," advises a steward, popping his head into the bathroom. "If you want to make the match, you need to—"

"Tell the umpire we're on our way," instructs Chris. Fixing his emerald gaze back on the elder Beaumont, he adds, "Bertrand, give Drake your shirt."

Bert's jaw drops. "M-my shirt?"

"As you so eloquently pointed out, Drake is probably not the best placed to take over the Number 3 position. But he can play as a Number 2."

"But... that is my position," objects Bert.

"Which is precisely why he requires your shirt," explains Chris with infinite patience.

Bert's shoulders sag as the penny finally drops. "Ah. Yes. I see." He reluctantly pulls his jersey off to hand it to me.

Turning his gaze on Max, Chris adds, "Show Drake where he can find Leo's kit and then tell the grooms to meet us by the field with the horses in five minutes."

"Yes, sir!" affirms Max, snapping to attention.

Bert wheezes in outrage. "Five minutes! But we—"

"We are going to get Drake registered," Chris declares, grabbing the Beaumont by the front of his undershirt to haul him from the bathroom, "Captain."

Four minutes later, I'm sat astride Leo's dark bay Thoroughbred, fidgeting in the saddle like a convict in the confessional.

"How the hell do y'all wear these things?" I grumble, trying — and failing — to find a position that doesn’t compromise the constitution of my cojones.

"You get used to it," Max assures me unconcernedly, stretching in his seat as his palomino mare flicks her ears questioningly back and forth.

"Yeah..." I mutter, shifting my weight uncomfortably while juggling two sets of reins in one hand, and a four-foot mallet in the other. "At the expense of your balls..."

I passed on the optional whip and spurs back at the changing rooms. They’re unnecessary props, and would've just gotten in the way of my riding, given that I’m already going to have my work cut out for me controlling an unfamiliar, high-strung horse, not to mention the equestrian-equivalent of the elusive Snitch.

"Beaumont?" asks the umpire, riding up to us. "Where is the rest of your team? Most importantly, your captain? Are you aware that—?"

"Apologies for running late!" pants Chris, pulling his horse to a stop next to us, Bert on his heel. "Had to make a last-minute adjustment to the team."

"And did this adjustment result in a complete disregard for the uniform...?" queries the umpire with a raised brow.

"No, sir," replies Bert, quickly pulling on Leo's Number 3 jersey that Max had tossed over to him.

"Hmph..." harrumphs the umpire. "You are lucky you are not receiving a yellow card for tardiness. This is an important match, after all..."

"Yes, understood," nods Bert. "Our sincerest apologies once again, sir."

"This your substitute player, then?" he asks, turning to inspect me critically.

"Unfortunately..." mutters Bert under his breath.

I roll my eyes.

"Is he qualified?"

"Yes, sir," the Beaumont affirms. "All fees duly paid prior to the start of the match."

"And his handicap?"

"Not rated," grits Bert with clenched teeth.

The umpire's eyes widen. "A rookie? Is that who you're substituting for the Number 2 position?"

"Believe me, if it had been up to m—" Bert hisses as Chris' mallet smacks into his ankle. "Ehm... What I meant to say, is that we had no other option. Mr Walker was the only available candidate who was able and willing to sub for the sadly indisposed Crown Prince on such short notice."

"I see..." muses the ref. "Well, you are lucky that this is a charity open match. Otherwise, your team would not qualify."

"Yes, sir," grumbles Bert. "I am exceedingly aware..."

The ref purses his lips. "Alright, then. Let's get to it. We don't want to keep everyone waiting any longer. Good luck, gentlemen."

"Thank you, sir," acknowledges Bert with a nod as the ref turns his horse away, before declaring, "We're doomed..."

"Oh, cheer up, brother!" grins Max with unshakable enthusiasm as he gathers his reins. "It's just a charity match — not the Cartier Queen's Cup. We're here to have fun!"

"That is exactly the attitude that cost us the last tournament!" snaps Bert, kicking his mount into a canter. "These horses don't pay for themselves, you know!"

Max shrugs unconcernedly as he rides after his brother. "There's always next year."

"Ready for your big debut?" asks Chris with a smirk as we follow the Beaumonts onto the field.

I throw him a sidelong glance. "You know this ain't my first rodeo."

Like Chris had pointed out earlier, I’m no stranger to polo. Both the Beaumonts and the Rys are avid players, so I've attended my fair share of matches and training sessions over the years, even hopping into the saddle on a few occasions, if circumstances — or friendly competition — called for it.

But I've never played a formal game. I’m not part of a polo club and don’t have a handicap. Much less ever subjected myself to a pair of nut-strangling jodhpurs...

Until today, that is.

Because I’m not — and never have been — able to say 'no' to Chris.

Even against my better judgement... and the sanctity of my manhood.

"Official debut, then," he concedes with a wink as we arrive in the middle of the field.

"Call it what you will," I mutter as I turn my horse to line myself up next to Chris, feeling the predatory glares of the opposing team burning into me. "Cause this is gonna be a shitshow."

Swinging my mount around, I bring us to a stop, facing the crowd, Bert and Max having already taken their positions for the national anthem.

The Thoroughbred tosses his head, chewing on the bit, his racehorse instincts battling with his polo pony training. I tighten my grip on the reins to keep the antsy gelding still as the familiar symphony of the Cordonian anthem blares out of the speakers... and crowd's eyes bore into me.

I feel my jaw tighten as I force myself to keep my gaze fixed straight ahead, the chords of the chorus swelling around us.

If these bastards think they can intimidate me, they have another thing coming...

The music crests, before cutting out as the recording comes to an end.

"Showtime," winks Chris as he canters his horse past me.

I shake my head as I follow suit, looping my mount around in a wide circle to help him — and me — blow off some steam before the first throw in.

Here we go...

"My, my... Look what the cat dragged onto the field," sneers Neville from across the line as the teams face off over the centre line. "The Palace trying to rig the match in our favour?"

"Do you even know which end of the stick to hold, Walker?" queries Anton with a smirk.

"Sod the stick," scoffs Tariq from next to him. "He's not going to last thirty seconds into the first chukkah before he ends up face-first in the dirt... where he belongs."

"Famous last words, Besnard," I grin, hefting my mallet as the ref raises the ball. "Careful they don't come back and bite you on the ass."

Tariq's eyes narrow...

...but before he has a chance to formulate whatever pathetic comeback he’s going to fling at me, the umpire's tossed the ball between us and all hell breaks loose.

Everyone surges forward, looking for the speck of white. The ball pings off the hoof of Bert's horse, careening towards the other team. Neville's mallet comes down to try and claim custody, but I barrel my horse into his, bumping him off as I lean over and smack the ball down the field to Chris.

Quick as a scalded cat, Chris spurs his pony forward, using his own mallet to drive the ball in front of him towards the goal, the other team on his heels like a pack of rabid wolves. But before they can intercept him, Chris has whacked the ball through the posts, scoring our first point of the match.

Cheers erupt from the stands as Chris turns his horse to canter triumphantly back up the field, a massive grin on his face.

"Great shot, buddy," I say as we line up for the second throw-in.

"Got you to thank for the pass, mate," he replies breathlessly, thanks to the adrenaline kicking in in earnest. "Few more of those and we'll be taking home the trophy!"

"Don't count your blessings yet, Chris," I warn. "We managed to catch them off guard, but they're on the warpath now. They're not gonna make it easy for us."

"Then we'd better return the favour, hadn't we?"

The ball whizzes through the air again. Bert makes a dive for it, but he's not quite quick enough. Tariq leans over his horse's neck to scoot it out of the Beaumont's reach. Max rides in to try and defend, but Tariq's already passed the ball up-field.

Spurring my horse into a gallop, I rush towards the goal posts to shore up our defence — seeing as Max, who’s playing the Number 4 position — won’t make it in time.

Sensing my approach, Tariq passes the ball just before I can hook my mallet around his stick to stop the shot. I whirl the bay around, but even with Bert going hell for leather in an attempt to ride off the other player, and Chris trying to intercept, the ball passes through our goal posts.

"Dammit," I hiss under my breath.

"You didn't seriously think we'd go easy on you, Walker?" smirks Tariq as he turns his horse to ride back to the starting line. "You may have a Prince on your team, but on this field, we are the kings of the sport."

"Then you'd better be prepared to fight for your crown," I growl as I canter back to the middle of the field.

The rest of the first half passes by in a blur of rough riding and several fouls — mostly in our favour. But that isn't quite enough for us to regain our initial lead, and by the time the whistle blows, we're still sitting neck-and-neck with the other team.

"I'm gonna murder that bastard..." I seethe as I jump off my wheezing horse — my third of as many chukkahs. Thoroughbreds may have grit and stamina, but seven minutes of hardcore polo’s guaranteed to wind even the sturdiest mount, so frequent subbing of horses is a must.

"Which one?" asks Chris, unclipping his helmet to wipe the sweat off his face.

"All of them," I grit, launching a well-aimed strike at the fence-post in front of me... and snapping the mallet I’m holding in half.

"Mr Walker!" cries Bert, grabbing my shoulder in horror. "That is most unbecoming behaviour! We are at a high-society charity match! Representing the royal team! You will not—"

"To be fair to him, I'd want to break something too after that shocking umpiring."

My head whips around. "No fuckin' way..."

"Leo!" cries Chris, rushing up to his brother with an ecstatic smile to wrap him in a bear-hug. "You made it!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa...!" protests the elder Rys with a pained grimace. "Easy on the enthusiasm! Some of us are still rat-arsed from last night..."

"No surprise there..." I mutter under my breath.

Wouldn't be the first time Leo rolled up to a royal event late and nursing a hangover.

"...and in need of a shower," observes Chris, wrinkling his nose. "Did you sleep in the stables, brother?"

"Pfft! No!" snorts Leo derisively. "Who do you take me for? A complete and utter pleb? I slept in a horse trailer, thank you very much!"

"And that's better...?" queries Chris sceptically.

"It is when it's a top-of-the-line rig owned by a pair of sisters who are both very accomplished riders," comes the eyebrow-waggling response.

"I should expect so!" harrumphs Bert. "If they managed to qualify for this weekend's event then at the very least they would need to be—"

"I'm pretty sure he means, sex," stage whispers Max into his brother's ear.

"Oh." Bert's eyes widen. "Oh!"

"Un-fuckin'-real..." I groan, raking a hand down my face.

"I admit that it may seem hard to believe, Walker," replies Leo, laying a somber hand on my shoulder, "but it is possible to bang two birds with one pecker."

Chris frowns. "It is...?"

"I know what a fuckin' threesome is, Rys!" I snap, knocking his hand away. "What I don't get is why you thought it'd be a good idea to lose yourself in booze and pussy when you should've been in the saddle for the royal match that you were supposed to captain!"

"Mr Walker!" gasps Bert. "That is no way t—"

"Because then we would've missed out on the sight of you in those white jodhpurs, Walker!" grins Leo without skipping a beat. "And what a shame that would have been!"

"Screw you, Rys!" I grit. "I'm not wearing these fuckin' things by choice!"

"All the more reason to appreciate it, then!" he winks, reaching 'round to try and lay on one my ass.

I jerk instinctively out of the way. "Fuck off, you perv!"

"I have to agree," muses Max prosaically. "The tightness of the fit really helps emphasise the shapeliness of your—"

"For the love of Christ!" I explode. "Will y'all just lay off my ass!"

"I was going to say thighs..." objects Max.

"One minute warning, gents," interrupts the ref.

"Thank fuck!" I heave relievedly under my breath.

Never thought I'll actually be jumping at the opportunity to get back on that field. Especially after ending up in the hedge thanks to Tariq barrelling his pony into me, and Neville gut-shotting me with the head of his mallet... both on the pretence of not having seen me coming.

Fuckin' assholes...

Luckily, the umpires had seen through their thinly-veiled BS and had awarded penalties in our team's favour. Not that that lessened how much pain I’m in. But I’m not gonna give those blue-blooded dick-weeds the satisfaction of thinking they can brute force me out of the match...

I'll just have to deal with the inevitable physical fallout later tonight... in the company of a bottle of whiskey and a half-a-dozen ice packs.

Plus, the chance of potential further injury is a small price to pay to get away from the fucked-up turn this conversation has taken...

But as I turn on my heel to head back to my horse, I feel the undeniable force of a flat-handed whiplash reverberate over my rear.

"Hate to see you go, Walker!" hoots Leo. "But love to watch you leave!"

A growl of aggravation hurtles out of me...

...but before I can round on the jerk-face of a Rys, I feel Chris' arm drop around my shoulders.

"He means it all in good fun," he reminds me, steering me away. "No need to get worked up about it."

"Easy for you to say," I grunt abrasively. "Your ass ain't the one in the line of fire."

"True," he concedes. "But then I don't cut quite the same figure as you do in jodhpurs."

A dry scoff escapes me. "Your loss, buddy. I keep telling' you to come to the gym. You could've been on the receiving end of all this attention today."

"And steal your limelight?" laughs Chris, swinging into the saddle. "That wouldn't have been very sporting of me now, would it?”

I roll my eyes as I mount my own horse. "Steal it all you want. You know I prefer it on the sidelines."

"I think the ladies might disagree..." He flicks his head meaningfully towards the stands behind me as he clips his helmet back into place.

Glancing over my shoulder as I grab a replacement mallet, I spot the no less than thirty females with binoculars trained on our position, their accompanying hand-crafted silk fans going at full-tilt.

I turn back to Chris. "They're just eyeing you up, buddy. No doubt as a potential marriage prospect."

"And you," he winks, hefting his mallet onto his shoulder as he rides back out onto the field. "You have managed to capture their attention quite decisively as well."

I shake my head with a scoff as I follow after Chris. "Yeah. Right."

Hell'd have to freeze over first...

In all the years that I've lived at the Palace, I can’t remember a single time when a girl — any girl, much less a social-climbing aristo — has ever given me a time of day when I've been stood next to Chris. And even if I did manage to strike up some semblance of a conversation, the moment they found out that I’m a nobody — with no rank, title, or prospect of a massive inheritance, I was as good as dead to them.

Because who'd want to waste time on a commoner when there was a bone fide prince on offer? Not anyone sane.

Not that I really care.

I have about as much in common with aristo women as shit does with Chanel — fuck all. So, I kept my distance, and they kept theirs, save for the occasional forced interaction mandated by basic decency at public events.

And that's why I know — for a fact — that it isn’t me those high-society females are checking out. Not when both the Rys and the Beaumont brothers are eligible and available.

So, I waste no more time thinking about it, and focus, instead, on the task at hand. Which is paying the other team back for the hell they gave us earlier.

But Neville and Co. clearly have the same idea, because the second half of the match unfolds just as brutally as the first. Neither side is willing to give any quarter as we battle each other like vandals for possession and goals.

I bear the brunt of the attacks, but I’m rewarded with some perverse retribution towards the end of the fifth chukkah when in their haste to intercept me, Tariq and Anton collide into each other, and Tariq gets thrown from the saddle.

Yet against all the odds, our perseverance pays off. In the last thirty seconds, we manage to steal the ball away from the posh pricks in a clever bit of defence curtesy of the Beaumonts, turning the play around to score in their goal instead, and ending the match 10-9 in our favour.

"Whoo!" exults Max, jabbing his mallet into the air as we ride jubilantly off the field. "What a game!"

"Couldn't have done it without Drake," adds Chris, waving to the cheering crowd as we canter past the stands.

"Yeah. Definitely wouldn't've gotten so many penalties," I mutter, wincing from the latest set of bruises... while trying to shrug off the attention I suddenly find myself the focus of again.

"Yes," agrees Bert. "I have to admit I was sceptical, but young Mr Walker here has certainly proven himself to be a capable substitute."

"Bloody capable, I'd say!" interjects Max. "Did you see that goal he scored with that tidy cut shot? Or when he managed to steal the ball from Neville and ride it all the way back up the field with three players chasing him? Or—"

"Yes, yes," accedes Bert with a sigh. "We may make a semi-decent polo player out of Mr Walker yet."

"Semi-decent?" I snort caustically.

"High praise from Bertrand if ever I heard it," winks Chris at me.

"Bravo!" claps Leo as we reach the staging area at end of the field. "The royal team rides to victory!"

"No thanks to you," I point out, throwing my leg over my horse's neck to slide out of the saddle. After the beating I've taken today, I don’t have it in me to try and dismount the traditional way. And even my modified solution causes me to grunt in pain as I hit the ground.

"A great leader knows when to delegate," he responds unabashedly, reaching for my rear again.

I slap his hand away. "Last warning, Rys. You try that shit again and you'll be delegating everything for the next six to eight weeks..."

"You think I don't do that already, Walker?" he grins, completely unfazed by the seriousness of my threat.

"Putain de merde..." I huff under my breath as Leo ambles off to personally congratulate the rest of our team.

It isn’t exactly a secret that the heir to the throne is less than reliable when it comes to fulfilling his royal duties. But he can at least try to be less blasé about it. Especially considering the fact that everyone around him’s left constantly scrambling to cover for his increasingly frequent absences.

Sensing movement behind me, I turn to step in front of the groom that’s appeared next to my horse.

"Je m'en occupe," I declare, taking the reins back decisively.

The lanky teen opens his mouth to protest, but I've already turned away to lead the chestnut mare towards the stable block.

I know it’s common practice for polo players to dump the care of their mounts on the fleet of grooms that accompany each team — partly so they don’t get their expensive white jodhpurs soiled, and partly because they no doubt feel that grunt work’s beneath them. But I'm already covered in everything from sweat to blood to dust, so getting a few extra horse hairs on me isn’t gonna make a lick of difference to how I look... or smell.

Plus, after all the crap that I've had to put up with today, the last thing I want to do was pose for photos, gag on fancy pisswater, and pretend to socialise with flunkies, flakes and fat cats.

That’a Chris' world. Not mine.

Especially since I can have a more intelligent conversation with my horse than with half the tossers out there... and I definitely don’t want to interact any further with the assholes who tried to land me in the ER today. As otherwise things are bound to get ugly off the field as well.

Best that I just remove myself from the spotlight, and let the Beaumonts and the Rys take the credit and the congratulations.

Entering the coolness of the stables, I make my way down the row of stalls, scanning the engraved name plates as I go.

Locating the right stall — based on the name stamped on the mare's bridle — I lead the horse in after me.

Unclipping the bridle, I sling it over my shoulder and let the chestnut drink while I pull the saddle off. Dropping the tack over the stall door, I slip quickly into the familiar motions of my past life as I set about removing the bandages from her legs and unbraiding her tail, the tension in my shoulders starting to unravel as I worked.

As life-or-death as the match may have been, it had been a nice change of pace to be back in the saddle again, working with horses...

Humming Garth Brooks’ Rodeo softly under my breath, I stuff the bandages into my back pocket and pick up the saddle and bridle again to return it to the tack room.

...which makes me think of the young gelding that I left back in Texas.

I heave a breath. Need to figure out what to do with him...

In the midst of my abrupt departure from the ranch last year, and the fraught months that followed trying to steer Chris through the psychological minefield of his PTSD, the last thing I've been thinking about is Lone Star, or my future plans. But now that things aren’t so touch and go – Chris' performance at today's match a testament to how far he's come thanks to his counselling sessions – I have some overdue soul searching of my own to do.

Stowing the mare's tack away, I'm reaching for a grooming kit when I feel the tell-tale pressure of fingertips digging into my backside.

I whip around with a growl. "Touch my ass one more time, Rys, and I swear to God, I'll—"

"Hmm... Testy on and off the field..."

Whatever I’m going to say gets forgotten as I find myself staring into the grey-green eyes of a truly stunning blonde.

"But then I always preferred my males to be hot blooded," she purrs, her blood-red lips curving into a seductive smile as she steps closer.

"Umm... I... Ah..."

She's somehow managed to put a stranglehold on my vocal cords as well...

...probably because she’s wearing nothing except stilettos and a black lace bustier.

"Not very articulate, though..." she muses, flicking her gaze over me... like a cat trying to decide whether she should eat her prey, or toy with it first.

I swallow hard. "I—"

"Not that it matters, I suppose," she declares, slapping the business-end of a riding crop over my mouth, cutting me off. "Because I'm not looking for platitudes..."

A strangled noise escapes me as she grabs me through the front of my pants. Holy fuck!

"...I'm looking for a savage ride."

Before I can choke out some kind of puerile response, she's shoved me backwards...

...and despite about a million warning bells going off in my head, I feel my dick twitch in response.

It could've been her uncompromising voracity, or the thrill of the unexpected. But one thing’s for sure — no girl’s jumped me out of the blue like that before and her take-control attitude’s hot as hell.

Maybe I've been wrong about aristo girls...

Because there is no mistaking that that's what she is — the polished accent, the perfectly styled hair, the pearls at her neck. But apparently that’s all just a carefully constructed façade to hide the low-down-and-dirty nympho that lurks underneath.

Stumbling, I land unceremoniously on the top of the wooden storage chest behind me. "Whoa... Easy there, missy—"

A loud crack rends the air.

"My name is Valeria Beauvaisis de Lavallée, Viscountess of Roussillon, you boor," she pronounces imperiously, sticking her heeled foot into my chest to push me back against the wall.

Lifting my hand to my stinging cheek, I feel a wetness beneath my fingertips. She managed to draw blood.

"And you will call me mistress." Wedging the leather keeper beneath my chin, she forces my gaze up to meet hers, demanding compliance. "Understood?"

The sharpness of the pain colliding with a sudden flash of animosity spikes my arousal into completely uncharted territory.

Domination? Rough play? Bit of bondage? Sure. I’m down for all that. But normally I’m the one running that particular show. So, finding myself on the receiving end of my own kinks is disorienting, to say the least...

...but not enough for me to want to tap out.

So, I give her the barest of nods.

"Good boy," she purrs approvingly, taking her foot off me to trail the end of the crop down my neck like a caress. "Now disrobe yourself."

My eyes narrow. It’s gonna be like that, huh?

Grabbing the bottom of my jersey, I start to pull it up slowly, holding her gaze the entire time.

Because while she may have managed to temporarily leash me, that doesn’t mean that I was suddenly her poodle, doing tricks on command.

So, while I’m willing to play along, it’s gonna be on my terms.

And I’m determined to make her sweat.

The bottom of the shirt clears my ribs, and I don't miss the sharp intake of breath as she rakes me with her gaze.

Plus, it’a satisfying to test her prepotence. No matter how marginally. Because she isn’t the only one here who can power-play.

I fling the shirt off.

"Now your bottoms," she commands hoarsely, alabaster cheeks flushed pink with arousal — and I haven’t even touched her yet.

I comply, reaching for the clasps at the front.

Her tongue darts out to moisten her bottom lip in anticipation.

I pop the top fastening.

Her pulse visibly quickens.

Finding the zipper, I start to inch it down lazily, my brazen gaze not leaving hers as I push myself back up to my feet.

Her breath catches in her throat as I shove the jodhpurs down. "Nom de Dieu..."

A lupine smile curves at my lips as I take a step closer. "You like what y—?"

I grunt as another blow lands on me.

"I did not tell to speak, rake," she bristles indignantly. "You will—"

The sudden jolt of pain unleashes something feral inside of me.

"Fuck this," I growl.

Grabbing her roughly around the waist, I snap her to me.

Her eyes widen in shock.

But before she can protest further — or whip me again — I've crushed my mouth to hers.

She may like playing the ruthless domina, but there is only one way this is gonna end — with her bent over, getting fucked.

Because I’m nobody's bitch, and refuse to be treated like one.

Her palm connects with my face. "How dare you!"

I jerk back in confusion. "Wha—?"

"I didn't give you permission to touch me, you presumptuous oaf!" she snaps, laying into me with her crop again. "Much less kiss me in such a disgusting fashion! I have a husband for that!"

My eyes widen. "Wait! You're marr—?"

"To a degenerate old todger who can't even do his business in the john, let alone with his wife," she pronounces, shoving me backwards. "So, I want your cock. And you're going to give it to me."

I crash tailbone-first onto the storage chest again. But I don't even have a chance to try and catch my breath because Valeria's already clambering onto my lap.

Grabbing my jaw roughly between her nails, she hisses, "Now shag me like the wild beast that you are!"

I slap her hand away. "Like he—"

"No excuses!" she screams, smashing the riding crop down against my thigh.

I jerk at the harsh impact...

...and she takes advantage of my momentary distraction to impale herself onto me.

"Jesus fuck!" I cuss as the hard downward momentum nearly snaps my dick in half.

"Mmm! That's it!" she exults maniacally, grabbing onto my shoulders with her manicured nails. "Service me with your functional tool!"

"Find a fuckin' mechanic, then," I hiss, trying to wrest her off me... because while I’m many things, homewrecker is not one of them. And I’m not gonna allow myself to be complicit in adultery. Under any circumstances.

A choked wheeze flies out of me as she grabs my balls in a vice-like hold without warning.

“Service me, you insolent cur," she hisses into my face, "or I'll geld you like one of my unruly colts."

Looking into her flashing eyes, it's clear that she ain’t bluffing neither.

Yup... I'd been definitely wrong about aristo women. They don’t just have a superiority complex. They’re batshit fuckin' insane.

And I should've trusted my gut when ittried to warn me that this beguiling siren was exactly that — a cold-blooded predator out on the prowl.

But — like the literal dickhead that I am — I'd let the promise of a hot fuck hijack my better judgement. Which is exactly what she'd been counting on when she set her sights on me.

I yank her against me with gritted teeth.

Because now that she's sunk her claws into me — quite literally — she isn’t gonna let me go until she got what she came for.

So, the faster we get this done, the better.

And I may as well try to get something out of this runaway train wreck besides the cuts and bruises of the repeated flagellations... and the black mark on my conscience...

...even if it’s just her talons off my junk.

"Yes! Yes!" she cries. "Ride me like a rabid animal!"

But despite that fact that I’m wedged balls-deep up a tight and very willing cunt, the moral weight of the sin I’m committing is apparently stronger than whatever physical gratification I’m managing to eek out of the situation...

Which — all things considered — is the square root of fuck all, as her death-grip on my stones, plus the beating I already received out on the field are conspiring to make each upwards thrust feel like a literal act of torture.

So, I start to deflate.

"I said harder!" she cries, momentarily releasing the hold she’s got on me to slap me remorselessly with that accursed crop.

"Nope," I say, taking advantage of the unintended opening to buck her off me into the cold stone floor. "We're done."

"You vile cretin!" she shrieks, spitting her blonde hair from her face as she pushes herself up from the undignified, ass-in-the-air position she landed in. "How dare you treat me in such an abominable fashion!"

I snort sardonically as I quickly stand to yank up jodhpurs that had pooled ‘round the tops of my boots. "What? Never been thrown off your high horse before?"

"Why you contemptuous little—!" she seethes. "I should have you whipped!"

"Pretty sure you've done that already," I grunt, fastening my pants with record speed. "And if this is any indication of how you treat your horses, then I hope they dump you in the fuckin' dirt as well."

"Oh, please," she laughs. "My horses are much too well-trained for such tasteless displays of disobedience. They know who their master is." She flicks her eyes over me disdainfully. "Something which cannot be said for you, you pretentious churl."

I feel my hands fist by my side. "You are not—"

"And while you may cavort with royalty, do not make the mistake of thinking that you are — or will ever be — anything more than a flea-ridden lapdog, doing tricks for scraps. So, if you know what's good for you, commoner," she decrees, spreading her legs imperiously, "you better finish what you started."

"You're right," I concede, taking a step towards her. "I stepped out of line..."

Her eyes glint in victory. "Easy to do if you weren't born into this world..."

"...by giving you the mistaken impression that I give a fuck about what you think of me." Picking up the dropped riding crop, I toss it at her. "So, you can finish yourself off, mistress."

She splutters in disbelief as the crop hits her on the chest. "But... You... How dare—?"

"Hope that riding crop's hard enough for you," I throw over my shoulder as I turn my back on her to scoop my jersey off the floor.

"You insolent, mouthy dog!" she screams. "You will not—!"

But I've already marched out of the tack room, leaving her shrieks of rage to echo emptily behind me.

I heave a relieved breath as I pull the sweaty shirt over my head...

Sweet fuckin' Jesus...! Talk about assault with a (less than) friendly weapon! That girl gave a whole new meaning t—

...and nearly crash into Chris as I round the corner.

"There you are!" he cries happily. "We were wondering where you had disappeared off to!"

"Just...umm... sorting the horses," I mutter, quickly yanking the rest of the shirt down.

"Can't stay away from the pretty fillies, huh, mate?" he grins, clapping me on the shoulder.

I wince under the impact. "You can say that..."

"Well, there should be plenty of those where we're going — the boys want to head out to celebrate our win!"

"Sure," I reply congenially. "As long as there's whiskey and lots of ice..."

Christ knows I need a drink... or ten, after today.

"I'm sure we can manage that."

"And I can burn these fuckin' jodhpurs."

As promised, this is the music video (and song) that helped inspire this fic (obviously doesn't help that one of the polo players looks like Drake 😇). Also, the video is 100% accurate in the fact that a major reason why women watch polo is so they can oogle the polo players under the pretense of being absorbed in the game 🤣

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meddlesome-wayfarers · 5 years ago

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Hello :) Shudder is my favourite SP character and so of course, I’ve come across your blog and your fics. But I have always considered Anton 100% a top, and 100% Dom, and while your writing style appeals to me, I’m totally bamboozled by your interp of him! I was wondering if you could talk a little bit about how you see Anton’s personality and why you characterise him the way you do in your writing? I promise I’m not telling you you’re wrong, not at all - I just really want to know!

(( Hello, first I'd like to say I'm glad you enjoy my writing style and thank you for asking!

Shudder is also one of my favorite SP characters, and I've spent a lot of time thinking about him, and how he acts and this and that. My interpretation of Anton is what I've heard called 'a bottom-leaning switch'. He could Dom and top if he wanted, but most of the time he's going to want to sub and bottom.

Anton is someone I see that always is in control, always has to *be* in control. Part of this is from the gist, part from his hotel job, and part from other things. Anton is someone who always is in charge. I imagine him as someone that, sometimes, likes to let go of the control and the reigns, and let someone else take control- of course, that person can only be a very close friend, such as the other Dead Men.

Anton is someone I see who's always had to be hard and in charge and never let his gaurd down. That wears on a person exponentially, and Anton is no exception to that.

Letting his gaurd down around anyone is a big thing for Anton, letting anyone in charge of him is ever bigger. It's a huge act of trust, which is only given to the other Dead Men. But when he does its very rewarding.

Anton is soft, just in ways that aren't as obvious to the readers, and I believe I've taken that and expanded on it a fair bit. Anton made a whole hotel that anyone, good or bad, could enter and stay at, and his only rule was 'be respectful and no fighting.' Anton is kind to children- upon meeting Valkyrie, who in his eyes is most certainly a child, he was gentle and kind. He did not think her ever stupid and below him, just for having less knowledge. Anton was happy to race down a makeshift water slide, when Skulduggery challenged them to it.

Anton is someone who is kind, makes jokes, races down waterslides, helps cook and clean, calls stomachs 'bellies', thinks every story is a good story, was wrestled into eating a cake on his not-birthday in the trenches during war, said 'fuck the sanctuary', and loves so deeply that this thing inside him that could easily consume him whole and make him evil and hurt people (because it is made up of his hurt, and anger, and sin and everything negative about him)- he uses it to save lives and protect people when he can, and fights against it every day so he can stay with those he loves and cherishes and not give into it.

So many people have taken Shudder and shown, really, only his 'no-fun-allowed' side, but when I take him- I want to show his softer the side. The side that is full of love, and gentleness, and kindness.

SO this is super long already, and I've very tired, so I'm going to end this ask here. If you have more questions, or would like to discuss this further, don't be afraid to ask, come into tumblr IMs or ask for my discord! I'd be happy to talk with you, and thank you for taking an interest in my Anton! ))

#about Anton #((im sorry if this doesnt make sense im very tired and i love anton so much it gets jumbled))#Anonymous #asks #( recovery time ) ooc

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ask-jerome-morrow · 6 years ago

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1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

I have no idea.

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

I’d say I’m more shy.

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

No one, really. Maybe Cosmo.

4. Are you easy to get along with?

Definitely not.

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

Yes.

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

Dorks. People that work for what they want.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

No.

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

Does Cosmo count?

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

Not really, but I’d say it depends on who it’s with.

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Vincent, Jerome, whichever you want to call him.

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

“Yes, I’m alright. Cosmo says hi.”

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Queen.

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

Sometimes.

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

Not particularly, no.

15. What good thing happened this summer?

Nothing really exciting happened.

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

I kissed the top of Cosmo’s head last. Does she count?

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

I’m not certified to answer this. I’d have to ask the space man.

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

Not really.

19. Do you like bubble baths?

Sometimes.

20. Do you like your neighbors?

We have neighbors?

21. What are your bad habits?

Have you seen me?

22. Where would you like to travel?

I want to stay home.

23. Do you have trust issues?

I don’t know, do I?

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

What “daily routine”?

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

My legs, probably, for reasons that I shouldn’t have to say.

26. What do you do when you wake up?

I wonder, what in the world do I possibly do when I wake up? Possibly wake up?

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

Vincent, Irene, Cosmo.

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

Not that I recall.

30. Do you ever want to get married?

Maybe, I could consider it.

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?

Nowhere near it.

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

I used to swim.

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

Television, definitely.

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

Yes.

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

It depends.

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

A nerd, somewhat tall. Gets excited about things that they like and are willing to sit and just talk, but can also sit in silence. Cannot hate Queen.

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

No.

40. What do you want to do after high school?

Alright, that almost made me laugh.

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

No.

42. If you’re being extremely quiet what does it mean?

That I don’t have anything to say and would rather be quiet.

43. Do you smile at strangers?

I don’t talk to strangers.

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

I’d say outer space, maybe, but heights.

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

Cosmo.

46. What are you paranoid about?

Next question.

47. Have you ever been high?

Yes.

48. Have you ever been drunk?

God, I sure hope so.

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

Probably.

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

I don’t really wear hoodies.

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

It’s happened before, yes.

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

Stop and think before asking again.

54. Favourite store?

I don’t have one. Maybe the bookstore.

56. Favourite colour?

God, I don’t know.

57. Favourite food?

Eccles cake is alright, cullen skink is, too, Yorkshire pudding is an old favourite too.

58. Last thing you ate?

Lasagna.

59. First thing you ate this morning?

Bread?

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

Yes, I used to swim.

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

God, that’s a story.

62. Been arrested? For what?

Not that I can recall.

63. Ever been in love?

Possibly.

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

I really doubt anyone wants to hear about that. It’s hardly that interesting.

65. Are you hungry right now?

Not really, no.

67. Facebook or Twitter?

No.

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

God, no.

69. Are you watching tv right now?

No.

70. Names of your bestfriends?

Vincent, Irene, Cosmo.

71. Craving something? What?

Not particularly. Some tea or whiskey do sound good, though.

72. What colour are your towels?

This isn’t something I know off the top of my head, let me go ask the space man.

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Some. Four, maybe.

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

No.

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

I know for a fact that I don’t have any.

75. Favourite animal?

Cats are nice.

76. What colour is your underwear?

This is a weird question.

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Either is fine.

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

I haven’t really thought about it much.

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

It’s a cream/beige.

80. What colour pants?

Black.

81. Favourite tv show?

Sherlock or Sherlock Holmes, probably.

82. Favourite movie?

Possibly Bohemian Rhapsody. Sherlock Holmes is good, too.

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

I haven’t seen either of those, and I have no desire to.

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

I have seen neither of those.

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

I haven’t seen that.

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

From what?

87. First person you talked to today?

Cosmo or Vincent.

88. Last person you talked to today?

Vincent. Maybe Cosmo.

89. Name a person you hate?

Anton.

90. Name a person you love?

Vincent, Irene, Cosmo. I’m counting my cat. She counts.

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

Yes, Anton.

92. In a fight with someone?

Does Anton count?

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

None.

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

None.

95. Last movie you watched?

Bohemian Rhapsody or Sherlock Holmes.

96. Favourite actress?

I don’t know.

97. Favourite actor?

I don’t know. Maybe Ronald Howard or Howard Marion-Crawford?

98. Do you tan a lot?

No.

99. Have any pets?

Cosmo, my cat.

100. How are you feeling?

That’s up for debate.

101. Do you type fast?

I’d say so.

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

God, yes.

103. Can you spell well?

Occasionally.

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

...a little, but not much.

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

I have.

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

I haven’t the faintest idea. Maybe you should ask someone else.

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

I have, once before.

108. What should you be doing?

Probably getting more samples, but there’s also more than enough of those.

109. Is something irritating you right now?

Anton is, yes.

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

...yes.

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

God, I don’t know. Irene?

113. What was your childhood nickname?

People usually just called me by my first name.

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

God, I sure hope so.

115. Do you play the Wii?

No.

116. Are you listening to music right now?

I am.

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

It’s alright, yes.

118. Do you like Chinese food?

Sometimes, yes. I remember having some years ago, a friend came over and made some. She made it really well, I liked it.

119. Favourite book?

How dare you try to make me choose.

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

Not particularly.

121. Are you mean?

I can be, yes.

122. Is cheating ever okay?

No.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

I don’t really go out that often. I could probably do it.

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

Not particularly, no.

125. Do you believe in true love?

Sort of.

126. Are you currently bored?

A little. Why else do you think I’m answering over one hundred thirty questions about myself?

127. What makes you happy?

Cosmo, talking to Vincent and/or Irene. Reading. Listening to music.

128. Would you change your name?

I technically have.

129. What your zodiac sign?

I haven’t the faintest idea.

130. Do you like subway?

That’s that one place that sells the sub sandwiches, right? I’m not that fond of it.

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

The only friend of the opposite sex that I have is Irene, maybe Cavendish, and Irene has a boyfriend. I don’t know about Cavendish.

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Vincent, Jerome, whatever you want to call him.

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

“I was told a million times/Of all the people in my way/How I had to keep on trying/And get better every day/But if I crossed a million rivers/And I rode a million miles/Then I'd still be where I started/Same as when I started/Keep yourself alive, come on/Keep yourself alive”,

the show must go on, or

“I'm a shooting star, leaping through the sky/Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity/I'm a racing car, passing by like Lady Godiva/I'm gonna go, go, go/There's no stopping me/I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah/Two hundred degrees/That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit/I'm traveling at the speed of light/I wanna make a supersonic man out of you”

I can’t believe I forgot this. Or,

“Don't put your neck on the line/Don't drown on me babe/Blow your brains out/Don't do that (Yeah)/Don't do that, you got a good thing going baby/Don't do it (No) don't do it (No) don't/Don't try suicide/Nobody's worth it/Don't try suicide/Nobody cares/Don't try suicide/You're just gonna hate it/Don't try suicide/Nobody gives, nobody cares/Nobody gives a damn”

134. Can you count to one million?

If I tried hard enough, I could.

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

I wouldn’t call any of them “dumb”.

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

It depends.

137. How tall are you?

Four foot six.

138. Curly or Straight hair?

Straight.

139. Brunette or Blonde?

A mix of both, really.

140. Summer or Winter?

It doesn’t really matter.

141. Night or Day?

Night, probably.

142. Favourite month?

God, I don’t know.

143. Are you a vegetarian?

No.

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

Any is alright. I don’t eat much chocolate.

145. Tea or Coffee?

How dare you.

146. Was today a good day?

It was alright.

147. Mars or Snickers?

Mars.

148. What’s your favourite quote?

“If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.”

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

Not particularly, no.

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

“...though Billy was only twenty-one years old. He was also going bald. Wind and cold and violent exercise had turned his face crimson.” and “...vice of my assistant. But he could not help me in any way.”

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furederiko · 7 years ago

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Countdown Counter: 10. Kyuranger 39 is calling for a Hero, in order to save a 'Princess' in need! It's my first post for December 2017 too...

- Can't believe it's December already! As in, there are only 2 months left for us to enjoy a rollercoaster ride with Kyuranger. Aaaaawww... -_-. This recap-view was initially planned to be the final post of November, but evidently so, that's not the case. Well, things tend to run off track every now and then, and delaying this one eventually became a conscious decision. I DID watch the episode when it aired last week on November 26th, but I've decided to wait for the fansub in order to get a more accurate view. And I have only been able to catch the subbed version this morning, due to health and internet. - Last we saw the Space Rebellion, the team was divided into two. Tsurugi/Xiao led one half to clear out the wacky Cepheus trials, while Lucky's unit went to Planet Ghem to locate the Perseus Kyu Globe. In case the name and shape of the planet (with joystick and directional pads) aren't obvious enough, it's clearly a pun for the word 'GAME'. - Madako has been converted into Mecha-Madako, and become the Menaster of Perseus System. She wastes no time to trigger Champ's berserk. Worse, she and a Bovine All Purpose Weapon Unit-00 deactivate Champ and snatch him away. How can she accomplish all of these? With the help of one not-that-surprising figure: Professor Anton. Yes, as has been speculated by many and later rumored and reported, Champ's creator is NOT dead. The creepy mad scientist is still very much at large, and has been the brain behind the Vice-Shoguns 'revivals' and continuous modifications. Fun fact: In the mythology, the tale of Perseus is famously connected to the Greek monster Medusa. Madako might be an octopus, but her head design does resemble a woman with snakey hair, am I right? So her being the Perseus Menaster sort of fits the bill. - The world around the team is then altered, and Lucky, Stinger, Spada, and Kotarou suddenly find themselves turned into... RPG characters. Well, duh? Planet GAME, anyone? Kotarou gets to be the 'Hero', Spada gets to be this unit's fan-service master as the shirtless 'Warrior' (he's skinny, but IMO in better shape than Tsurugi LOL), Lucky is entrusted to be the episode's crossdressing master... a magical gir- I mean female 'Mage', while Stinger also uncharacteristically becomes the 'Jester'. Of course, we also know how melancholic Stinger could have been. Prof. Anton created this alternate space with the Alternate World Projection Machine so he can trap them for good. - With the Kyu Globes being rendered powerless, their personalities are also slowly altered to fit their new... ugh 'Jobs'. Wait... WHAT?! Yep, this is... as Hammy notes it perfectly, HILARIOUS. Singing and dancing Musical-Stinger totally steals every attention with his performance outbursts (seriously TOEI, make a Kyuranger Musical already!!!). Macho-Spada allows his actor to play a dumb brute jock (those blank expressions! LOL), while Brave-Kotarou gets to be the COOL leader. And surely I'm not the only one who thinks Feminine-Lucky actually looks pretty convincing as a girl, right? His inner-Eris, perhaps? *wink-wink* - Their mission, should they choose to accept it or else, is to rescue... beautiful Black Cow Princess, from the evil clutches of Demon King. Ouch, so Champ's the 'Damsel in Distress' in this situation, huh? LOL. Demon King is obviously Prof. Anton. He used to be gentle and kind in Champ's memory, so this time his actor gains the chance to ham up his performance into a twisted maniac intent on turning the fighting robot into a weapon of destruction. Sure, it looks campy and exaggerated, but unlike that other show this level of weirdness feels natural and makes sense. And surprise, surprise! Prof. Anton... isn't really 'alive' in the flesh. Great goodness, creepy Anton is CREEPY. He has become the Super Sentai version of Marvel's Arnim Zola!!! That scene with the TV head is a great proof of this homage. Just like Zola, he had uploaded his consciousness to a machine to gain immortality. - But it gets better! The professor was NEVER good, and has been Jark Matter's devotee for hundreds of years. Good-Anton was merely the undesirable benevolent 'residue' left behind in his mortal body when the real one decided to go full-pledged machine. Problem is, Good-Anton acted selflessly by taking Champ away, turning him into a robot of justice. That means the one Champ knew was indeed good, eventhough that was merely a 'defect version'. That's the reason why Scorpio was sent to eliminate Good-Anton. How I love this twist! Did you see this coming? I sure DON'T. Again, Kyuranger keeps on surprising us. - Champ has always been a weapon of destruction, and the 'Berserker Circuit' located next to his heart is the key to all this. Dang it, the Rebellion technicians must have done a FINE job rebuilding him to NOT have noticed this utter crucial thing. This chip explains why Champ occasionally gets out of control. Anton has unlocked its function now, reverting Champ back to his natural purpose. So the team needs to destroy it if they ever want to bring their friend back. But can they do it without blowing away his heart in the process? Do they need to sacrifice one of their own to protect the universe? - That's where Musical-Stinger plays a vital part. Unable to transform, he is defeated very easily by Champ. But following Feminine-Lucky's advice, Musical-Stinger uses the thing he does best to revert Champ's missing heart: SING! And goodness grace, what a tearjerking moment it becomes. Sure, the silly flamenco dance bit at the start made me rolled my eyes, but halfway through the performance turns into very melancholic and deeply emotional. Don't be surprised if out of the blue, smoke gets in your eyes! Fun fact: The song Stinger is singing is none other than his image song that could be heard during Scorpio's death, and was also featured prominently in his V-Cinema. But he deliberately alters the lyric to Champ's condition, that it's no longer about the loneliness of the Scorpius System warrior. This one is about his bromanc... I mean, partnership with the Taurus System hero. Similar to the Dark-Naga conclusion, we get to see glimpses of Stinger and Champ's moment together. A perfect touch for an already strong scene. - Champ partially wakes up from his berserk, and asks Stinger to do whatever it takes. There's a faint glimpse of Good-Anton in a neat metaphor of 'Angel vs Devil', as Stinger succeeds in liberating Champ's heart. Gotta love how the partners play it cool afterwards, with Champ teasing how 'bad' the song sounds. Just hug it out already! We all know you both want it. LOL. - Stinger's strike also short-circuits the lab, causing Digital-Anton to lose his hold. Alternate World no more (which is sad, because I want to see more role-playing... -_-), it's time to duke it out in battle. We get really cool action sequence too! Leo Red Orion, Dorado Yellow, and UrsaMinor SkyBlue take on Mecha-Madako, while the duo of Scorpius Orange and Taurus Black deals with a pair of Unit-00s. Scorpius Orange utilizes his special power up using the #27 Monoceros Kyu Globe, and Taurus Black can send his fist flying now! Being freed from the Berserker trigger seems to have granted him some kind of power up. Meanwhile, Leo Red Orion uses his 'Gate of Babylon' attack to summon projectile weapons for him and the other two. Neat move! - In the end, Mecha-Madako retreats alongside Digital-Anton (along with his mechanical brain, of course). She had sacrificed her regenerative ability so her days is pretty much numbered, while the mad scientist must have forgotten that becoming a machine isn't any better than having a mortal body. Looks like these two will play important roles ahead. Could it be, Digital-Anton is behind Don Armage's secret of long lasting life? Highly likely. But that's the story for the final arc in the remaining 9 episodes. For now, the other Kyuranger's unit arrive just in time during the mecha battle, reuniting the team to goof off locate the prize in the 'palace'. Naturally, it's the BN Thieves who discover one... in a treasure chest: the #36 Perseus Kyu Globe. Only one more left! Next stop, Cassiopeia System...

Overall: This episode was another solid example of how brilliant Kyuranger handles the tone shift. What started out as humorous and ridiculous comical-fest, eventually evolved into a dark emotional turn, while still able to slip in exciting action sequences. Eventhough many including yours truly expected this would be a Kotarou's focus episode, it ended up becoming an excellent conclusion to Champ's story arc instead. In that case, it confirmed that both "Episode of Stinger" and its coupling web-series "High School Wars" took place after episode 34 and before 35. Admittedly, those separate features were rather inconsistent with this fact (the V-Cinema's ending, among others), but I guess we'll just have to take it as is. It's the only plausible and logical placement anyway... *sigh* Nevertheless, the show continues to pull off all kinds of sci-fi plots in general. And that is nothing short of impressive! The Mecha-Anton twist might not be original, but it was also unexpected. And those RPG-nods, they instantly reminded me of the crazy fun "Yuusha Yoshihiko", to the point that I was disappointed we didn't get to see more. And I'm not kidding. Two episodes in a row, and the show has left me wanting more. So just the thought that the series is going to conclude pretty soon, is giving me all kinds of mixed feeling... Next week: Aim for the Big League! Baseball Spada strikes!!!

Episode 39 Score: 8,1 out of 10

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Agents of SHIELD Season Four Episode 21: The Return and Aida explained

Agents of SHIELD naysayers who quit in Season 1 had better get their act together and order their DVDs, or stream where they can because they have really missed out. The latest episode of Season 4, The Return is probably the most awesome and emotional since the final episode of Season 2. This recap I’ll do here probably won’t do it justice which works out quite well. You can get to know what’s happened but you need to experience it for yourself as much as AIDA has now. Requisite SPOILER alert here but the point of articles like this is to inform you of what’s happened, how we think about it and get you excited enough to watch it yourself. So join AIDA and Team SHIELD in an action-packed, emotional roller-coaster ride. Last we saw of the team, they all woke up from the Framework. As expected, Fitz is filled with guilt over what he’s done while Coulson and May wake up feeling disoriented. While that’s happening, AIDA wakes up in her new body and snatches Fitz away by teleporting before anyone can shoot. Speaking of shooting, the Zephyr is under attack from Anton’s attack plane. The episode starts with Anton standing in a corridor reading the Darkhold while talking to someone. He hears the commotion in the other room and decides to go there but strangely says that he’s tired of talking to himself. Clearly, he wasn’t talking to his head on the table in some other part of the oil rig. He witnesses AIDA teleport Fitz. Coulson is frustrated while he and May deal with what amounts to time compression of living two lives. They remember their lives in the framework from the points of their respective regrets. Anton makes his presence known and attacks them. He overpowers them, but Coulson manages to chip Anton’s face off with the force shield in his artificial hand. Up in the sky, the Zephyr remains under attack until the crew manages to bring back the plane’s power and weapons systems with Elena’s help. It’s a situation that reminds me when Captain America was trying to keep the helicarrier up in the air in Avengers. They easily deal with the enemy plane when they get their power back. Back at the rig, Coulson is putting May up to speed with current events. May’s disappointed that he couldn’t tell the difference between her and the LMD. It’s also a bit hard to believe that May wasn’t with us even before they dealt with Eli Morrow. They make it their mission to keep Mack safe while he’s plugged in. Meanwhile, AIDA, or rather Ophelia and Fitz are in a secluded beach where Ophelia is relishing what it’s like to be real. Like the others, Fitz is dealing with time compression but guilt as well. Ophelia continues to blame Radcliffe for all of her acts in the Framework, that everything she did was due to her following her programming. We also find out that Fitz first met Ophelia during his academy days. Since the moment Ophelia woke up as a human being, Mallory Jensen has done an incredible job with the character. Ophelia later professes her love to Fitz before they teleport from the beach. Speaking of love, Elena is arguing with Daisy why they left Mack in the Framework. Daisy is forced to tell Elena about Hope. Elena tries to jack-in to the framework, but Daisy convinces her not to go because it’s too dangerous and because they need to keep Mack’s body safe. At the oil rig, May and Coulson try to figure out a plan to fight more LMDs. May tells Coulson her guilt about her part in the death of Jeffrey Mace. Phil is still struggling to reconcile his feelings on what happened between him and LMD May now that he’s facing the real one. At the Zephyr, we find out the reason they can’t land the plane to refuel. Since their escape from SHIELD headquarters, Talbot has been on the hunt for the plane and whoever’s inside. Mace’s body was discovered on a beach after AIDA presumably disposed of it but not before Anton mutilated the corpse. Talbot is also assuming Daisy’s involvement in what happened at SHIELD HQ. Meanwhile, Fitz and Ophelia end up in a house similar to where they stayed in the Framework. Aside from the feelings Ophelia is feeling, Fitz asks her about empathy or caring for others. Ophelia says that her ruthlessness in the framework was part of her programing to make Fitz happy and that her adjustments there was to make everyone else inside happy. They lost me however with the Russian since he hasn’t really jacked into the Framework. AIDA also made efforts to make him happy. Fitz realizes that his friends were in danger and convinces AIDA to help. But to help means running into danger and Ophelia is afraid to die. The Superior has, at last, become an interesting character. Back at the rig, it turns out there was more than one copy of himself and those copies faced off with Coulson and May. The other copies went out and shot at the rig with torpedoes forcing May and Coulson to leave Mack as the rig gets flooded. This time, Anton seems more menacing and more dangerous and has grown comfortable in his current situation. Ophelia appears to a copy in the rig to tell him to cease the attack. Anton is free to do what he wishes and tells Ophelia the irony of feeling regret, fear and suffering. Ophelia goes back to Fitz and takes him. Daisy and the rest arrive at the rig to retrieve Coulson and May. Elena, however, insists on getting Mack out of the collapsing rig but Ophelia, Fitz and Mack appear inside the Zephyr. Jemma and Agent Piper ices Fitz and Ophelia. The team returns to the devastated SHIELD base to refuel the Zephyr as well as to temporarily keep Fitz and Ophelia contained. The base is practically done for. The team meanwhile decides what to do with Ophelia especially after she helped save Mack. They also discuss Fitz on what life he’ll choose after waking up. Jemma is afraid that Fitz still loves Ophelia. The gravity of the situation kicks in to Jemma when Coulson and May says that they now have two lives they remember; both can be considered real. There could be more to this when season 5 kicks in as well. Fitz and Ophelia talk in the containment cell while Jemma listens into their discussions. In a scene, Ophelia wonders if she’ll be forgiven as Fitz continues to struggle with his inner identity. Fitz realizes his similarity to Grant Ward being raised by an overbearing father figure. Ophelia continues to set herself up with Fitz and comfort him as Fitz has lost hope rekindling his relationship with Jemma. When Fitz said he'd lost hope, Ophelia takes the opportunity to build herself up to Fitz until Fitz says that he still loves Jemma. Jemma is relieved upon hearing that. But Ophelia’s behavior suddenly changes. She begins to sound like Madame Hydra again and gets mad with disappointment and heartbreak. Emotions she cannot yet control. It’s pretty hard to describe, and you’ll feel sad for her Fitzsimmons fans will feel relieved at the same time. Like a child, she thinks her devotion to Fitz is a two-way street and tries to force Fitz to like her. Simmons goes to get Fitz out of the room, but Talbot and his team suddenly arrive assuming everyone is an LMD, and assuming Daisy quaked Mace’s bones apart. Ophelia gets enraged that she couldn’t teleport out of the room. Agent Davis manages to get Fitz out of the room, but Ophelia exhibits another power aside from teleportation, Lincoln’s electrical power. She shorts out the room and proceeds to create havoc in the base. Fitz warns everyone that Ophelia is unstoppable as she now has the powers of every Inhuman they captured in the Framework. Coulson explains everything to Talbot, but he gets news that their opponent is everywhere and Talbot assumes that it’s Yoyo. Ophelia finds Fitz and kills his escort, but Agent Piper manages to shoot her repeatedly. Davis empties his clip into Ophelia, but she heals herself. The Zephyr launches and Talbot breaks the standoff and falls back to the base. At the Zephyr, Fitz continues to deal with his guilt unable to look at Jemma. This is perhaps the most emotional, heartfelt moment in the series since the Season 2 finale with Calvin, Daisy and Jia Ying. Maybe even more so. And if they can pull off such an effect, they have the chops to make it into the cinematic universe like fans have always wanted. Just a small part, cameo or mention Mr. Feige. You have the power to make many people happy and to truly connect the universe you created. I won’t spoil this moment for you guys. Watch it. During the standoff with Talbot, Coulson was wondering where Yoyo was. Daisy knew and they find her jacked into the Framework. Yoyo wakes up inside the burning HYDRA base strapped to one of the Inhuman chairs, maybe just as powerless as Daisy was and she screams. We then find Ophelia in Anton’s sub with him lecturing her about heartbreak. What heals it? Time. What keeps it at bay? A fifth of vodka. Most of us know the feeling and this scene is intense in itself. You’ll really feel something for her here. To relieve Ophelia, Anton offers to help her build the Framework, for real, with the help of the Darkhold. So either the team stops totally Ophelia in the next episode, or she could rebuild HYDRA in Season 5. As Gratitude and perhaps intoxication, she tries to make love with Anton but ends up destroying the robot in rage just as another copy comes in. As mentioned, The Superior just got more interesting. Still flat, but interesting. Anton tells Ophelia that with all her powers, she is perhaps one of the most powerful beings in the universe. And if she is and they execute their plan, wouldn’t it be enough for the Avengers to look into? She is perhaps more powerful than Ultron now. Wouldn’t you AOS fans agree? Anyway, what can stop a being such as her? As Talbot leaves the SHIELD base, the interdimensional portal comes to life revealing Ghost Rider’s return. We’ll be in for an exciting finale folks. Just hope ABC has enough special effects budget to make sure it will be the best episode yet. Four and a half stars out of five if I am to rate this episode for its action with May and Coulson vs. Anton, for the range of emotions by the impressive Mallory Jansen and for the drama between Fitz and Simmons. Unfortunately, Agent Davis couldn’t make it as he and Agent Piper make good minor agents. Philinda is still on hold, and we still don’t have Ward or Tripp back. There’s still the season finale where Ophelia and Anton begin to reshape the world, perhaps by bringing over some help from the other side. Yoyo got herself into trouble, and it would be interesting to know the fallout of the events in the HYDRA Framework.

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not-poignant · 8 years ago

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Random thought I had today. Jack and Pitch are very clearly fanfiction characters, buuut, Gwyn and Augus are secretly fanfiction too.... Is it still fanfiction when your fiction is ages old? Hmm.

I suppose it depends on your definition? Gwyn and Augus to me aren’t fanfiction. They’re OCs in fanfiction (which is an often hated thing in many fandoms - I’ve heard at least 40 times this: ‘normally I scroll past fanfics with original characters but I’m glad I didn’t with yours’ or ‘I never read fanfics with so many original characters’ or ‘are you going to do anything with your original characters’)

So for me, Augus and Gwyn are my characters that I didn’t take from anyone else, therefore - original characters that had spots in a fanfiction. Same with Flitmouse and Anton (who I’m actually planning on yoinking at a later date and shoving into their own story in the Fae Tales verse). That won’t make Golden Age anything other than a fanfiction.

I mean, for me, fanfiction as a concept is (among many things) partly about writing about pre-invented characters. Therefore, original characters are original characters and only really become a part of fanfiction until someone else is writing Augus and Gwyn for themselves.

SALverse will always be fanfiction. From the Darkness We Rise and Into Shadows We Fall will always be fanfiction.

Augus and Gwyn are mine. Augus in particular predates Rise of the Guardians by like 10 years. I think of them as guest-starring in a fanfic, in the same way that Anton and Flitmouse are guest-starring in one now. If you think everything in a fanfiction is somehow...a convention of fanfiction, you’re sort of denying the author the right to insert original content alongside borrowed/altered content. One of the best things about transformative works in general is that you can do that.

Likewise, if someone invents a totally original universe - like Xanthe’s BDSM verse - that’s hers. And she’s asserted her copyright that it’s hers. Anyone who uses it in original fiction has to check with her first (at the least). Now, this universe started out in fanfiction, but it’s her original content, and her hard work and worldbuilding. The BDSM verse (i.e. a world where people are born as Doms and subs or switches - a little similar to A/B/O verse except not at all lol) is Xanthe’s creation. It’s not fanfiction, even though it works great with fanfiction and started because of fanfiction.

So yeah, I have a very different definition to yours re: what is fanfiction content and and what isn’t, anon. Especially when it comes to OCs.

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Do all of em hunty!

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

Partition, this town, What’d I miss, castle on the hill, Satisfied, take a break

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Either Lin Manuel Miranda, Queen Elizabeth II, or Obama..ngl

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

“ ... bling the Aztec an dInca capitals. And because much of the land did not seem suitable...” (its from my history textbook)

4: What do you think about most?

Food and sleep

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

“I’m Outside”

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

Like both? I sleep in my underwear

7: What’s your strangest talent?

I can flare my nostrils really fast

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

Girls are hot af and I love them. Boys are cool sometimes.

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

I don’t know my dude

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

In the car today

11: Do you have any strange phobias?

I don’t have any strange phobias, but I have normal ones like the Ocean and shit

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

No but Mel (you) shoved a fucking raisin up my nose once

13: What’s your religion?

Don’t got one

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Walking to class or enjoying the sun and laying on the ground.

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

Both

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

I don’t have one, but I like P!ATD, One Direction, and others

17: What was the last lie you told?

That people are ugly

18: Do you believe in karma?

Yes

19: What does your URL mean?

Oh my god, okay so I do not remember what my first one was, but my bff made one and I took her name and added not in front of it

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

I hide all my emotions, and I can like believe what I believe and will fight people that don’t

21: Who is your celebrity crush?

Umm... Anton Yelchin was (and still is)

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

Yes :(

23: How do you vent your anger?

I don’t I suffer

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

Pop Figures, Mugs, Kakashi related things

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

Video Chatting online

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

Kinda? I mean I am gayer

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

I HATE THE SOUND OF WHISPERING (and I don’t know why), Fire crackling

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

What if I can’t be a lawyer

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

Yes and Yes

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

Air, I am over my desk (but right next to my Kakashi drawing).. The wall

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

Nothing (thank god bc usually its my roommates farts)

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

A rest stop in Nevada

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

East, born and raised

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

(What is gender?) But Daveed Diggs

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

Doing what you love

36: Define Art.

Being able to describe what you create

37: Do you believe in luck?

Yes, but I am stupid unlucky

38: What’s the weather like right now?

It feels good for being in Florida

39: What time is it?

12:16 am

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

I do drive and I have never crashed

41: What was the last book you read?

My history textbook

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

Yes

43: Do you have any nicknames?

Jai and Perci

44: What was the last film you saw?

La La Land and it was good

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

I have a scar from my dog, I almost broke my wrist ice skating

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

Overwatch

48: What’s your sexual orientation?

I like everyone

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

Yes, but I don’t care what it was

50: Do you believe in magic?

sure

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

YES

52: What is your astrological sign?

Aquarius

53: Do you save money or spend it?

both

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

I helped my roommate buy chicken subs

55: Love or lust?

love

56: In a relationship?

haha no

57: How many relationships have you had?

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

No my dude

59: Where were you yesterday?

Up at UF with Keely

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

my cherry blossom tree

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

Yes and theyre mixmatched

62: What’s your favourite animal?

Red Panda

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

I dont have one

64: Where is your best friend?

In her bed, in london, and one is at UF

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

enough-to-go-around, sonic-rush-hour, prussiabombastic, okayseesee, kejianmin

66: What is your heritage?

White af

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

Sitting in a room with people watching One Punch Man

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?

Dicksucker

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

nope

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

nope

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

SAVE THE DOG

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

Yes I tell everyone, go to Europe, I would be upset that I couldnt do everything I wanted to

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

Trust

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Hedwigs Theme

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

nope

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

Trust, caring, compassion, understanding

77: How can I win your heart?

buy me taco bell

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?

ehhh not really

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

I went to the college I wanted to

80: What size shoes do you wear?

9-9 1/2

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

fuck idk something man

82: What is your favourite word?

fuck

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

attack

84: What is a saying you say a lot?

“will you shut the fuck up about sex”

85: What’s the last song you listened to?

Ummm the game of thrones opening

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?

Silver, black, teal,

87: What is your current desktop picture?

A picture of space

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

oh my IDK

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

if my mom asked me my sexuality

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

Leave the room bc they probably smell

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

I WANNA BE SPIDERMAN

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

Hanging with Jamie again

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

Seeing my cat die

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

If by sleep you mean lay in the same bed with then.. idk man

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

DENMARK

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

my uncle on my moms side I think

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?

YES, I went to california via car like 2 years ago and I had a stomach bug

98: Ever been on a plane?

No :(

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

Do what you want to do, fight what needs to be fought dont let your dreams falter because someone said you arent strong enough

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Progress update

The 5 day VIP didn’t give as much as I was hoping for on ele and launcher. But I got some things? I definitely need to keep going. Which is why I bought the 10 day. By the end of it I should’ve spent at least 17 days of 156-32+30 fp (20 runs), that is around 5.4k in TGS, saving 680 TGS per char. Somehow I have enough epic souls. I have 100-200 epic souls floating around, and can get 40 weekly from raids.

Mistress needs either annihlation sub, lucky bracelet, or dawn ring. Then she can ditto the other set. tali shoe would allow her to replace desert with crossroads.

Glacial is DONE. Brambles with ditto, dawn accessories, and waiting on synchro. Such a relief to not need anymore investment. I got a rod +12′d for him, likely will transfer over the flaming hell. It’s better to all in on him than someone with worse luck.

Launcher got very lucky with finding 2 pieces to get 2/3 on warloads and conjurations. Her armor set is lacking and she needs to get a hand cannon, ideally a rise for the +2 to awakenings. And a 3a too... I was thinking of doing Synchro, but now she might be better off with mother nature’s?

Elementalist, she has 2/3 annihilation special set, 3/5 on conquest, and that’s about it. Needs more epics, especially something to 2/3 on accessories at least. I’m not sure if she should focus on synchro. While elementalist accessories match thematically, they’re the weakest DPS acc set. Not sure what to spend black crystals on.

Saint needs entire sets due to the way sader bonuses work, very set reliant. I’m 3/5 on crossroads, nothing else of interest. I need to invest more on him but his luck is awful when he needs luck the most for full sets. I am aiming for elementalist accs on him. Though I’d like to do mother nature as a compromise for battle. But then again I can wear whatever when soloing.

There’s an upcoming event that rewards three half off black crystal upgrades (925 instead of 1850). This looks incredible. However I realized since most of my characters are between 2.8k to 3.4k black crystals, in the next month I’ll get around 2k each. This means i don’t need to use them for synchro (or ele accs for sader), HOWEVER, if I don’t need those sets anymore due to getting lucky or using ditto, I can aim for mother natures? Maybe on Launcher since no armor yet. Not sure about crusader since he needs SO MUCH to be raid ready.

Sept 1 is neo anton Sept 15 is likely ffighter & avatar market Sept 29 I’m not sure, MAYBE sirocco? Oct 13 is likely mpriests. Oct 27 would be sirocco if not earlier.

They said sirocco would be sooner than expected? Maybe end of september? I’d expect october otherwise. Mother Nature is going to take a while on anyone even with event, roughly october for anyone except mistress (who doesn’t need).

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How To Carry On A Conversation With Women | Three Powerful Principles

So how to carry on a conversation with women. This is a sticking point for a lot of guys on my dating confidence courses. They can get very good in the first few minutes of meeting and speaking to new women.

Yet when that initial energy begins to subside, what they find is that it’s very difficult to then continue that conversation. I’ll go as far as to say it is a completely different skillset, and I’m just about to outline three principles that will enable you to continue a conversation.

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The good news is it’s not about you personally. Being able to continue a conversation with women is technique based only. So once you learn and understand the techniques I’m about to give you, you will be able to continue a conversation with anyone.

The first way to learn how to carry on a conversation with women, if you imagine that you get two people who are both socially amazing.

You can take the two best people in the world, and you stand next to each other in a conversation. At some point. It doesn’t matter after what period one of them is going to get bored or look around or check their phone or look to move on from the interaction.

Now at that moment in time, the person who’s speaking or trying to continue a conversation will then begin to feel a bit insecure because you’ll realise, Oh my God, they’re about to go. They’re about to leave. All of your insecurity comes up, and you’ll be like, I want this person to stay. And then what most of us do is we start barraging them with loads of questions. They can feel that we’re desperate for them to stay and all of a sudden the interactions over, and this happens all the time.

What you can do to remedy that is simply to move. Now, if you imagine that when you first meet someone, you are in a meeting location. This is two individuals, this is boy meets girl, girl meets boy. When you’re having that interaction, if you move anywhere, it can literally be a metre and a half away either to sit down or to lean up against something. When you do that, you’re going to a location where the two of you are together.

It’s an extremely powerful psychological tool because all of a sudden it’s not just two people meeting. It’s two people in dialogue carrying on a conversation

The easiest way to do this is just to say to a girl either we are in the way let’s move over here, or it’s more comfortable here. If a girl is wearing high heels, you can say, Oh, I can see you’ve got high heels on let’s sit over here so you’re more comfortable. But just recognise that the sooner that you can move during an interaction, the more relaxed you’re going to become and the more relaxed the girl you’re in dialogue with will also become because you move from meeting someone to being in a conversation.

That’s a very simple and very effective tool. Now, the second thing that you can do to carry on the conversation with women is to invite someone else into that conversation. Now, this is really interesting and really fun because say you are speaking with a very attractive girl that you like, and you’re anxious around her when you’re first speaking to her.

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If you feel your nerves are really, really high all that you can do is use and channel that energy to make that interaction better. And some fun ways in which you can do that is you can say, “Oh excuse me to someone else could you take a quick photograph of us?” That allows someone else to enter the conversation. If you’re speaking about something, you can turn to the person next to you and say “Excuse me, we’re just talking about this. What do you think?”

Now there are many reasons why you want to do this when learning how to carry on a conversation with women

Showing that you are socially aware and that you can speak to other people is a hugely attractive trait in men. So just being able to converse with other people is hugely attractive. The fact that you’re just not trying to monotonous her time, because a lot of guys do that. They get locked in with a girl, and then they’re so desperate just to talk to her that no one else can come in and that comes across as very insecure.

So by involving other people in your interaction, what you’re showing is that you can take or leave the interaction, which will really showcase that you are a confident and attractive guy. You can also have fun with other people. It adds to the dynamic, bringing more people in adds to the fun and makes it more exciting for everyone.

Now when you’re doing this, you literally can invite anyone in, you can continue the conversation, you can introduce the girl to other people. You don’t need to be insecure about this because you’re exhibiting extremely attractive behaviour because most other guys in that situation will just speak to her and be so insecure about losing her. When you do the opposite, she will feel similar feelings to you such as, why isn’t this guy monopolising my time like everyone else does? That is extremely attractive, and she will want to come back and start talking to you.

There are times when you can go into social settings and you can speak to a girl at the beginning of the evening, and she gives you some signs that she wants to carry on a conversation with you.

Like playing with her hair, crossing her legs, things like these. And then you can say to her, Oh, let me introduce you to someone and then you can leave for like an hour, hour and a half. And what you find is that the girl will want to come back and speak to you.

Now, what most guys have done in that time is spent an hour or an hour and a half talking to this girl and giving her too much of your time and your attention. The more that you do that, you’re likely to just give off insecure vibes, and the fact that you’re trying too hard. So don’t be afraid of just moving away.

Once you know a girl is into you and continuing conversation with other people, knowing that at some point you will reconvene. That is a very high level of social maturity to be able to do that. Only someone who is extremely confident has the emotional intelligence to be able to do that around attractive women. So that’s a very potent tool.

Now, the final thing that you can do to carry on a conversation with women is you can talk more.

And if you imagine that you’re a cocktail maker and you just have two ingredients, you’re not really allowing yourself the opportunity to make a great cocktail. And it’s the same when you’re speaking to women. If you’re speaking to her and you’re plying her with questions all the time, or you’re saying to her, Oh, I love travelling. You’re not really giving the cocktail maker enough ingredients to work with. And that’s important when we’re approaching women, if we want to carry on a conversation, do not be afraid of speaking more.

Again, what most guys tend to do when they’re feeling anxious is to barrage the girl with questions. “What do you do? Where are you from? What do you do for work?” And she’s heard these thousands of times, and you’re not really doing yourself justice because you’re not speaking about yourself. Now in the first few moments or the first few minutes of meeting someone you shouldn’t be afraid of speaking because if you find the girl attractive anyway, you need to allow her the opportunity to get to know you.

So some of the things that you can talk about in the first few minutes are what you do as hobbies, your creativity if you like travelling if you like artwork, the best parts of your personality, the most aspirational parts. “Do you like training at the gym? What kind of things do you like training?”

When you talk more, you’re allowing the girl the opportunity, you’re giving her the ingredients to pick up on a subject that she likes to carry on a conversation with you

So for example, if a girl says, I’m from Madrid. I can say, Oh, I host training courses in Madrid. Retiro Park is amazing, but my favourite art galleries are the Prado museum. I think Francisco Goya is one of the greatest painters that have ever lived. His execution, his painting is phenomenal. I can stand there for hours and always taking something new. But what I find interesting is how his artwork developed with his age. And when he painted his black paintings, how he was really depicting the truth. And a lot of people think that Goya was a dark painter. I don’t, I just think he was executing his belief on what life was during that period in Spain.

Now if you say that to a girl you are giving her so many threads to talk back about. Obviously she’s from Madrid anyway, but I’ve just given her probably 10 different things that she can pick up on and ask me questions about and get to know more about me. And you can do this about any area of your life, it’s called conversation ammunition. The more things you have to talk about, the more interesting you can become.

For example, another girl, and I was having a conversation with her, she said to me, “What’s your favourite book?” And normally you can either not answer the question and be a bit mysterious or you can just say one thing and I use this as an opportunity to speak more. So I said to her “Well, my favourite Russian author is probably Solzhenitsyn or for short stories Anton Chekhov. My favourite Scottish writer is Arthur Conan Doyle. Obviously English is Shakespeare, and The Great Gatsby by Fitzgerald is probably my favourite American author.”

Now all of a sudden you’ve taken a generic question and you’ve spoken loads and make it very easy to carry on your conversation with the girl you are talking to

You showcased that you like to read, you sub-communicated good qualities about yourself. And you allow the girl the opportunity to ask questions about what you’ve just said. I will go as far as to say that to carry on a conversation with women, you just need to practise speaking more and don’t be afraid of speaking a lot.

Often I can have a conversation where I give 10 or 12 threads to a girl, and she responds with “Oh, so you like Spain then?” And I reply “I love Spain. Last time I remember I was in Barcelona, this happened.” And I just give more and more and more, and then the girl may say, Oh, okay, so Barcelona is better than Madrid. Oh yeah, because of blah, blah, blah.

The more that you speak, and you may have to go through seven or eight rounds of this, but what you need to bear in mind is that every single time you do this, you’re allowing the girl to paint a nicer picture of you.

Now, some things that you can do wrong when you’re trying to continue a conversation with women.

One is to showcase bad genetics, so you don’t want to say, I’m tired or you don’t want to convey that you have bad genetics in any way. Being tired is a good is a good one because a lot of people use that, so never mentioned that you’re tired. A lot of us just have the habit of saying, we’re tired anyway. We’re not really feeling low at that moment. It’s just something that we do.

And the other thing is to make sure you are nonjudgmental. Being judgmental is highly unattractive because if you imagine that you’re judgmental about someone, what you’re really saying is that you’re emotionally insecure about something, so you’re judging someone else, and women will pick up on that insecurity.

It’s very easy to become aware of when you’ve messed something up when you’re talking to a girl because things can be going really, really well and then all of a sudden bang, she loses interest. The reason for that in 99% of the cases is you’ve either showcased bad genetics, or you’ve shown that you are judgmental. Now either of these two are highly unattractive to every woman that you meet.

So I would advise that you eradicate them from your conversation. And then as I say to continue a conversation, just make sure you’re speaking a lot.

So just to round up this episode;

I spoke about how you can just move a girl when you meet her to a slightly different location and that will allow the conversation to flow.

The second thing I spoke about was to involve someone else, or a group of other people and allow that interaction and social dynamics to flourish. It’s also very fun when you do that. And

The final thing that you can do is to talk more. And I gave the analogy of a cocktail maker, making sure that you give them all the ingredients that they may need to do their job. And it works the same in conversation.

The more value you can put in, the easier we make it to be able to carry on a conversation with women and increase our confidence as a man.

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16 Writers Reflect On The Magical Meaning Of Michelle Obama

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16 Writers Reflect On The Magical Meaning Of Michelle Obama

In her forward to Veronica Chambers The Meaning of Michelle, filmmaker Ava DuVernay describes a historic scene. In the center of her story is, of course, Michelle Obama, the first lady whos spent two terms standing beside and, in some ways, rocketing past her husband, President Barack Obama. On the particular day DuVernay chose to remember, Michelle in a deep red shift dress was touring her then-future home for the first time.

Damn being demure! The sight of her striding up the White House steps was a transformative image to behold, DuVernay writes. In one wardrobe choice, this stellar sister brought a breath of fresh air to the hallowed halls of the worlds most famous residence […] In that one photo op, Michelle infused the image of the First Lady with pride, panache and polish. Many of us saw a woman to be admired. A woman to be trusted.

Scratch that, she adds. Many of us saw a Black woman to be admired. A Black woman to be trusted. There it is.

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The Meaning of Michelle, edited by Mamas Girl author Chambers, is a collection of stories dedicated to the iconic first ladys legacy. With essays from Roxane Gay, Tanisha C. Ford, Marcus Samuelsson, Phillipa Soo, Rebecca Carroll, Sarah Lewis and more, the book is meant to stand as a parting gift to Michelle, set to leave office a mere weeks after the books publication in January. The 16 writers cover everything from representational justice to fashion to stereotypes related to race and marriage to the unapologetic power of blackness.

For many of these authors, the allure of Michelle is both academic and personal, a draw so intimately connected to identities of womanhood, motherhood, blackness and beyond that her influence is rarely described without the object us.She stirs us, provokes us, leads us, emboldens us, so many write. Her achievements can be our achievements, so many intone; she is both singular and a reflection of a rising tide of women leaders. Michelle! DuVernay proclaims. That name now carries a whole world of meaning.

In honor of Michelles birthday on Jan. 17, and the final week of her eight-year run as first lady, here are excerpts from the 16 authors in Chambers collection. Together, they make up an ever-evolving definition of Michelle Obama:

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Veronica Chambers on Michelles intimacy:

Theres an intimacy we felt with her from the beginning. The mainstream media seemed flummoxed by her lack of political posturing: Is she on board with this whole political spouse thing? do the Obamas want it (meaning the presidency) badly enough? But it was that very same lack of fake warmth and glossed-over royal waves that let us, in the Black community, know that she was real, and this is what won our affection.

Shes given us permission to be ourselves, on a national stage, to be proud of our Blackness, our realness, our humble beginnings, our regular-ness, our greatness. Benilde Little

Benilde Little on Michelles pride:

Michelle resonates for us on a deeply personal level. Shes given us permission to be ourselves, on a national stage, to be proud of our Blackness, our realness, our humble beginnings, our regular-ness, our greatness. To not be perfect and to not even have that as a goal, because shes smart enough to understand that perfection is its own prison.

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Damon Young on Michelles acceptance:

I believe that defense of Michelle helped many of us acknowledge, accept, confront, and attempt to alter some of the more unsavory and unflattering latent beliefs and sub-conscious feelings we possessed about our skin and our noses and our eyes and our hair. Its a legacy Im amazed by when I think of kids like my 9-year-old niece and 11-year-old nephew.

It’s easier to be brave in our era when possibility is modeled the way that that couple has. Alicia Hall Moran

Alicia Hall Moran (in conversation with Jason Moran) on Michelles place in history:

She has achieved what we Black people have really taken personally, what Maya Angelou called the dream of the slave. It makes living in a contemporary society very easy. Its easier to be brave in our era when possibility is modeled the way that that couple has.

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Brittney Cooper on Michelle and Beyoncs relationship:

Both Michelle and Beyoncare actively remixing the terms upon which Black womanhood has been cast. The denial of the right to ladyhood that has shaped Black womens lives since the advent of slavery can no longer proceed unchecked into the twenty-first century.

Why should [Michelle] be apologetic? Come to think of it, why should I? Ylonda Gault Caviness

Ylonda Gault Caviness on Michelles fearlessness:

Why should she be apologetic? Come to think of it, why should I? Michelle did not come to play. Yes, she is proud in her role as Mrs. Obama and, rightly so, she gives Barack his propers all day long, loving and supporting his candidacy. But she never set out to function as a mere prop to his or anyone elses agenda.

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Chirlane McCray on Michelles self-definition:

When First Lady Obama said her top priority was to serve as mom-in-chief, she was telling us that her family comes first. […] I have tremendous respect for how she defined herself, right from the beginning, defined her role before there was too much speculation about what she would do.

I have tremendous respect for how she defined herself, right from the beginning. Chirlane McCray

Cathi Hanauer on identifying with Michelle:

I wouldnt be surprised if someone suggested Im about as unlike Michelle Obama as two women roughly the same age with two children can be. Yet in one way and its an important one I really identify with Michelle. And thats this: She and I have both had to learn to be The Wife.

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Tiffany Dufu on Michelles professional success:

Michelle Obama is only the third [First Lady] to have a professional or graduate degree, public evidence of intellectual prowess and independence, and to have balanced her own high-profile career with her private role as wife and mother. She, along with Hillary Clinton, charted a path that allows future first ladies to do it their way. Her polarity inspires all of us to break the mold.

She, along with Hillary Clinton, charted a path that allows future first ladies to do it their way. Tiffany Dufu

Tanisha C. Ford on Michelle as us:

We, as Black women, respected and admired how she lived between two tensions: the stature and visibility of the office of First Lady and the disturbing social responses to her Black womanness. […] Even though her platform was larger than ours, her daily routine with her team of secret service agents who clocked and coordinated her every move different than ours, she was us. Even if she was the First Lady, first and foremost, she was a Black woman.

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Marcus Samuelsson on Michelles relevance:

Its an amazing achievement, for her to be so relevant in these conversations, whether its talking about Obamacare or talking about New York Fashion Week or kids food. Always aware that, no matter what she says, shes speaking to the world. She is putting something out there to the world that the world has never seen before.

Authenticity is not an achievement. Yet authenticity doest take effort if you are upending centuries of history with your mere presence. Sarah Lewis

Sarah Lewis on Michelles authenticity:

Authenticity is not an achievement. Yet authenticity does take effort if you are upending centuries of history with your mere presence. It takes work to let people stare, wonder, probe and prod to determine the veracity of your life.

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Karen Hill Anton on Michelles determination:

Michelle, what I really like about you is that you did not settle for an assigned role. I imagine you saw early on the potential of the position of First Lady, and determined to use it to full advantage. I guess you also saw the risks, but went for it anyhow. Wow.

She is a civil disruptor with a radical kind of benevolence. Rebecca Carroll

Rebecca Carroll on Michelle as a politician:

She is a civil disruptor with a radical kind of benevolence. She is focused and silly, compelling and humble. It would all be an act if it wasnt. And while some might argue that this is precisely what politicians do and who they are polished, well prepared, articulate, unflappable Michelle Obama is not so much a politician as she is a manifestor; the hyper spectacular incarnation of a Black woman unbound.

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Phillipa Soo on Michelles ability to bring people together:

I could tell just from watching Mrs. Obama that she has such an awareness of what it means to bring people together, how important that is. We can all be doing our separate things amazingly, but when you bring groups together the ways she does, it can actually create something better than you could have imagined.

I hope Michelle Obama does whatever her heart most desires when her husband’s presidency ends, but I would love to see her make space for black girls and women in the public sphere. Roxane Gay

Roxane Gay on Michelles future:

I hope Michelle Obama does whatever her heart most desires when her husbands presidency ends, but I would love to see her make space for black girls and women in the public sphere and the public imagination. In a perfect world, she might create and lead a robust and well-funded organization dedicated to black girls and women, one that implements a set of initiatives that encourage black girls and women to flourish.

The Meaning of Michelle, published by St. Martins Press, is available onAmazon or at your local bookstore.

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