#cheif wags

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My favorite outfits from week 16 ✨

kinda late, sorry:)

[taylorrepdetective]

Am I the only who thinks the Chiefs were put through the Superbowl? By the way they were playing, I thought the would've been eliminated on the wildcards. Nothing like the most popular artist dating an athlete and being there to attract views and interest, right? Or is it too much conspiracy theory?

I totally understand the temptation to believe this conspiracy theory. But as I mentioned before, I am not a believer in organized fixing of games (for the most part.) While I think it’s possible, I consider it as a last option rather than a first. As an avid football watcher for most of my life, what I saw with the Chiefs fits with how football works. Maybe that’s because it’s always fixed? Maybe it was done in an especially believable way? But most likely, the chiefs simply upped their level of playing for the playoffs, something they’ve done in the past, and the other teams choked, plus they had some luck and they do tend to know how to manipulate refs, whether that’s through fixing, or being good at convincing them like other top athletes are - see Lebron James, or Ronaldo, I’ll let you judge. But I think it’s the latter.

Once the weather report came out, everyone knew the dolphins had almost no chance. Then with the Bills, they had played very evenly in their previous game this season so really they were pretty even teams, but the Bills were favored because they had home field advantage. And it was a close game, but the chiefs outplayed just enough. And the ravens looked unbeatable because they were peaking at the right time and that’s often who wins, but in this case they were poorly coached and Lamar choked.

If the favored team always won, there would be no sport and Eli Manning wouldn’t have infinitely more Lombardi trophies (2) than Dan Marino (0).

On the other hand, it feels like a script because the Taylor stuff is just too much. Too perfect. But imagine taking Taylor out of it and it’s just the chiefs. Then it becomes 100x more believable, right?

I’m not just chalking it up to tayvoodoo, but also I believe that Taylor also helped make the Cheifs not play well mid-season, because I do think she was a distraction for Mahomes and Travis. And I think they figured that out and refocused at the end. They are truly great players who are highly motivated to not only play well, but succeed off the field. And I think they started falling for their own hype and got into their own heads for a bit there. And then they saw this incredible opportunity (couple of the decade at the Super Bowl, WAG squad fever for the Mahomes) starting to turn into Taylor as Yoko, “Travis is fat and distracted and going to retire to be a movie star”, Patrick is past his peak and doesn’t have enough weapons because Travis insisted on being the #1 guy, more negative attention on Brittany and Jackson rather than people outside KC not knowing about it, and the macho MAGA chads and brads types starting to gain too much screen time by pointing all this out. Finally the players figured it out and starting playing back to their potential (remember at the beginning of the season, the chiefs were undefeated) and the NFL media machine realized the criticism of Taylor and Travis by the likes of Aaron Rodgers was a PR disaster and got all the men under control by letting them know how important this is for future success, and they all saw that too, and by the end every one got their act together and focused. This is big business by people who are at the top of their professions. I think it took a couple of months for everyone to figure out what all this could be if people played their cards right.

Or maybe the refs were told to never call holding or pass interference on the Chiefs, and that was enough to get them to win. But if that was the plan, it was very fraught with danger because it still relies on things like Travis making that diving catch and Mahomes throwing perfect passes to the pylon or back corner of the end zone.

So that’s my theory.

[randomscropio]

If Moonflower was in The Bad Guys: part 6

A limbo pulls up infront of the museum.

Moonflower: Ugh, Professor Marmalade.

Mr. Wolf: The most annoying good guy on the planet.

Tiffany Fluffet: Professor Marmalade! You have stopped wars, fed the hungry, and saved countless pandas! People say your acts of goodness are second only to Mother Teresa!

Professor Marmalade: Oh Tiffany it's not a competition! And if it were it'd be more of a tie.

Webs: I'm on coms, everyone copy?

Moonflower: Copy

Mr. Wolf: Copy

Mr. Pirrhana: Copy

Mr. Snake: Copy

Mr. Shark (in a high pitched voice): Copy

The camera cuts to Moonflower and Sam runs up to her.

Sam: Moon!

Moonflower: Hi, Sam. Don't draw too much attention to me, okay?

Sam: Oh right, sorry.

Moonflower: It's okay Sammy. I have to go now. I have to help Wolf and Snake.

Sam: Okay.

The camera cuts to Mr. Shark and a man approaches him holding two wine glasses.

Man: A drink for the pretty lady?

Mr. Shark (in a high pitched voice): Oh, no thank you my life too complicated right now.

He takes both wine glasses.

Mr. Snake looks around and climbs up a pole into the vents. He crawls around then slithers out of his skin, showing he now has a black outfit on.

Mr. Pirrhana jumps into a fountain and swims through the pipes, he peaks from a toilet and sees a staff member coming he smiles slyly as the stall closes.

Mr. Wolf bumps into the chief.

Mr. Wolf: My Appoliges, I am so sorry!

Chief Misty Luggons: Not a problem sir!

Mr. Wolf pulls out the cheif's card from his pocket. And he walks around pickpocketing people. He gets on the stairs and sees an old lady with a lot of money in her purse. He tries to steal the purse but the old lady misses a step and falls over! Mr. Wolf is able to keep her from falling face flat into the stairs.

Mr. Wolf: (sighs) Here let me help you. (he pulls her up onto her feet so she's standing up straight and he goes in front of her, bending down to her level) Are you okay ma'am?

Old Lady: Oh! My gracious yes!

She hugs him

Old Lady: I might be dizzy but I'm alive thanks to you! (she pats his hand) You're such a good boy.

Mr. Wolf: Wait what?

His tail wags and he tries to stop it. He eventually grabs it

[thefauxsport]

t and t are fine. she was on a cheifs wags live earlier at the ring ceremony. she commented on the live as well. look at Twitter

Yep someone sent a screenshot of it

[triviasfolly]

Mad about the Boy

Fandom: The Untamed / Pairing: WangXian / Rating: T

It's 1954, and Lan Zhan's life would be going well if it wasn't for the charming Wei Ying. Did he say charming? He meant annyoing. If it wasn't for that smile Lan Zhan could accept the future planned for him, the job as Cheif Surgeon who returned home to a demure wife who'd cook him dinner and asking him about his day. Instead, he finds himself dreaming about something more. So when Wei Ying offers him a deal, one that would get him out of Lan Zhan's life he took it. Afterall, how hard could it be to survive one evening with him?

Read it on AO3

Mad about the boy

I know it's stupid to be mad about the boy

I'm so ashamed of it but must admit the sleepless nights I've had

About the boy

Mad About the Boy Helen Forrest 1949

The song lingered in Lan Zhan’s in his mind as he left the music store. His fingers absentmindedly twitching along with the accompaniment, pressing into the stack of books under his arm. It seemed to drift through his thoughts often these days, not just because he was tasked with playing the accompaniment for the spring talent show. It drifted in, day or night accompanied by a bright smile.

With the memory of the smile flashing through his mind, Lan Zhan’s grip tightened on the books under his arm. With a deep breath he tried to call to mind any other song that would drive the lyrics, and the smile, away from his thoughts. The Star Spangled Banner always seemed to do the trick.

As he rounded the corner, his steps came to a stuttering stop. His eyes gravitate towards the bright cherry red Model A parked along the street side. He tried to pull his eyes away from it, but they kept gravitating back to it. The girls at school had called it cool, a few even dared to call it sexy. His Uncle called it an ostentatious sin wagon, just like its owner.

The thought of the car’s owner slowly got Lan Zhan’s feet to move again. His eyes able to drift away from the car to search for its owner. Not finding him, he let his eyes drift back to the car with a sigh of relief. He found himself wondering what it would be like to ride in it, tucked under the arm of its owner. The bright smile lit up by the setting sun.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” A cheeky voice called out, instantly reeling Lan Zhan in from his daydream.

Lan Zhan’s gaze quickly found the owner. a lean man bent over to check his greased back pompadour in one of the car’s side mirrors. The eyes raised from the mirror, giving him a wink as they did. A sly grin grew on his face as he shifted, leaning back against the car. He rested his elbows in the open window, leaving his hips jutting out.

Lan Zhan’s eyes dragged the length of the man. From the booted feet, up the rolled up blue jeans, a leather jacket worn open hanging off of his form to show the tight white undershirt underneath. His mouth suddenly felt dry, his eyes focusing in on the muscles subtly visible through the white tee shirt.

Lan Zhan tightened his hold on his books, taking a breath. He proceeded to walk forward, and attempted to return to the only way he knew how to deal with the smiling man. By ignoring him.

“Come on, Lan Zhan.” The voice called. Lan Zhan hated how his body wanted to stop, how much he wanted to turn and look at that smile. “Don’t be such a wet blanket!”

Lan Zhan’s knuckles were surely white from the hold they had on his books. It was like Wei Ying had been put on the world just to annoy and confuse him. He hadn’t realized he had paused in his stride to shoot the man a glare until he laughed.

“Lan Zhan,” He drew out as he pushed himself off the car. The smile the girls called dashing playing across his lips. “Do you like her?” He wagged his eyebrow as he planted himself in front of him on the sidewalk.

“Boring,” Lan Zhan leveled back at him, stepping to the side to move past him.

“If she’s so boring why did you stare?” Wei Ying grinned.

“Wei Ying missed school,” Lan Zhan replied to changing the subject. “We were assigned math homework and a history paper is due in two days.”

“Ayiah,” Wei Ying scratched his nose. “What would I ever do without my Lan Zhan?” He grinned.

“Fail,” Lan Zhan replied stiffly, gaining a massive laugh from Wei Ying. He tried to ignore the fact his ears had flushed red at the words ‘my Lan Zhan’. How his eyes wanted to linger on his throat as he threw his head back to laugh.

“Then how about I pay you back,” Wei Ying smiled. “For keeping this poor student in school?”

“No need,” Lan Zhan replied, dropping his gaze to his stack of books as he readjusted them.

“I mean it,” Wei Ying reached out and tugged on the sleeve of Lan Zhan’s sweater. His eyes flew to it. “Ah,” Wei Ying laughed nervously as he let go. He reached up to scratch his nose. “How about I buy you dinner?”

“Unnecessary,” Lan Zhan replied flatly, moving past him. He tried not to imagine spending an entire meal across from that charming smile. Not charming, he tried to school himself. It was annoyingly bright and made his eyes crinkle adorably. He sighed, his thoughts confirming how dangerous spending an entire meal, alone, with Wei Ying would be.

“Do you really hate me that much?” Wei Ying pouted.

Lan Zhan resisted the urge to sigh. It would be easier if he hated him. If he didn’t look at the man and wonder what his lips would feel like on his own. How he’d look pressed into his white bed sheets. How he’d rub his nose while looking over Lan Zhan’s writing.

If only he could hate him. Then he could choke down the plan his Uncle had laid out for him. The job as chief surgeon, a white picket fence behind which a demure wife would welcome him home every night. If only he could look at him and not hope for something else. Hope for something real.

“How about a deal then?” Lan Zhan was pulled from his thoughts.

“A deal?” He almost immediately cursed his curiosity.

“Spend the entire night with me,” Wei Ying nodded. “If I can’t get another expression other than annoyance on your face, I won’t bother you anymore.”

“Ridiculous,” Lan Zhan replied before he could stop himself. A bitter taste forming in his mouth at the reminder they weren’t friends. He was just the toy Wei Ying wanted to figure out, to peel back the surface and see how he ticked.

“Come on, you're such a square!” Wei Ying groaned. “Here. I, Wei Ying, swear that if I can’t get an emotion other than annoyance on Lan Zhan’s face by the end of the evening I will cease interacting with him in any form.” He vowed holding up a hand, while the other settled over his heart. “Cross my heart and hope to die.” He finished, making a cross over his heart.

“Boring,” Lan Zhan snorted moving forward.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying called, using the long childish drawl that made his heart skip a few beats.  “Do you not want a chance to get rid of me?”

Lan Zhan came grinding to a stop again. Without Wei Ying’s constant prodding into his life there was a chance he could get the urges and daydreams under control. A chance they could fade into something he could ignore for the rest of his life. At the same time, the thought of not having the dazzling smile greet him in the morning or teasingly call his name caused his heart to ache.

It would dull with time, wouldn’t it? Lan Zhan thought as he turned back to Wei Ying. He saw the sly smile grow into something larger. With a bounce in his step, and whistling a jaunty tune, Wei Ying moved back to the car. He pulled open the passenger door, leaning on it with a wink. One last tightened grip on his books and he was walking towards the obnoxiously red vehicle.

“Don’t give my baby that look,” Wei Ying pouted as he closed the door behind Lan Zhan. He suddenly felt the similarities to a date. He pushed the thought from his mind. This was not a date, it was one of Wei Ying’s stupid bets.

“Don’t treat me like one of your dolls,” Lan Zhan replied, leveling a glare at him through the open window.

“Dolls?” Wei Ying laughed. “The only doll in my life is Chenqing.” He smiled patting the side of his car affectionately. He hurried around the front, sliding into the driver's seat.

“You shouldn’t flirt if you don’t mean it,” Lan Zhan huffed.

“I can’t help it if being nice gets mistaken for flirting,” Wei Ying pouted. Lan Zhan glared at him. If Wei Ying didn’t flirt with every girl he met, Lan Zhan would put his hair in one of those ridiculous greased up pompadours himself. Wei Ying turned the key. Chenqing roared to life, a mix of the purr of the engine and the static of the radio crackling to life, slowly fading into the middle of Rock around the Clock .

“Do you like her?” Wei Ying grinned, noticing Lan Zhan looking at him. “I did all the work on her myself. She’s a Model A souped up with a Lincoln motor.” He swung the car out of the parking space, haphazardly producing a cigarette from his jacket as he did.

“Wei Ying, drive properly,” Lan Zhan gritted out as his hand gripped the side of the car. It was taking most of his control not to lean over and grab the steering wheel, as Wei Ying’s antics were causing the car to swerve.

“Cool it, I know what I’m doing.” Wei Ying waved him off the cigarette dangling from his lips. He dug in his leather jacket, producing a lighter. The moment his other hand lifted off of the wheel, Lan Zhan’s body moved on his own, snatching the lighter out of his hand. “Lan Zhan!”

Lan Zhan only leveled a glare, realizing he’d gone too far to turn back. He slid closer on the bucket seat, flipping open the lighter. He saw a grin form on Wei Ying’s lips around the cigarette. He leaned forward, and with a puff his cigarette was lit. Lan Zhan found himself transfixed for a moment, watching the way Wei Ying’s lips wrapped around the end of the cigarette and sucked ever so slightly. Wei Ying leaning back against the seat snapped him out of it.

Lan Zhan flipped the lighter closed, this was not an opportunity to gawk he reminded himself. All he had to do was get through one evening. Just one evening and Wei Ying would stop butting into his life. All the urges and dreams could return to a manageable level. Then the rest of his life could go just as his Uncle planned.

“How rude of me, you want a cigarette?” Wei Ying questioned reaching into his jacket.

“They think they cause lung cancer,” Lan Zhan replied, turning his gaze out the window. Trying to find something more distracting than the man driving.

“Eh, probably won’t live long enough to die of it,” Wei Ying laughed, tapping off some of his cigarette ash into the ashtray.

“They believe new medical practices will extend our life spans,” Lan Zhan found himself saying. “So Wei Ying should be more careful.”

“Is that concern?” Wei Ying grinned glancing over at him. He turned, just as Lan Zhan moved his gaze back to him. The sun streaming in through the windshield lighting him up like a painting.

“Mn,” Lan Zhan replied non committedly as he hurriedly tore his gaze from the masterpiece in the front seat.

“I should expect less from the budding doctor,” Wei Ying snorted while taking a drag of his cigarette. “Still haven’t told your Uncle you want to be a writer?” Lan Zhan’s gaze jumped back to him. Finding a wiry grin on Wei Ying’s face, he let out a huff of annoyance. “That was almost a surprised look.” Wei Ying laughed.

“I didn’t expect you to remember something unimportant,” Lan Zhan replied evenly. He shifted the books in his lap, his fingers running habitually along the embossed spine of Leaves of Grass tucked in between his textbooks.

He remembered the day Wei Ying found out he wanted to write. He’d come bounding into the library, snatching the poem he’d been working on out from under him. Lan Zhan had braced himself for the teasing, how he’d turn it into a mockery. Instead he’d watched the boys face melt, a warm smile as he delved into a shockingly well done analysis of the poem. Somehow, the boy had slipped past his walls and they had ended up discussing poetry for the rest of the afternoon. Wei Ying had plunged into a discussion of Walt Whitman, and Lan Zhan felt his mind follow his body's attraction. He’d assumed the boy had forgotten the afternoon.

“How is what you want to do with your life unimportant?” Wei Ying countered. Lan Zhan found his eyes trailing the hand as they moved to tap off the ash of his cigarette again.

“What does Wei Ying want to do?” Lan Zhan’s mind pulled at anything to get the focus off himself. He didn’t need to get flustered and let something slip.

“Hah,” Wei Ying scoffed, taking a long drag. “Only people with family get to choose what they want to do in life.” He winked at Lan Zhan. He let out a small sigh, and Lan Zhan regretted his question. “Commies are practically everywhere now, we’ll probably have forces on the ground somewhere by the time I turn eighteen. I suppose the army beats being stuck here and working in a garage.”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan turned, his brow furrowing slightly. Wei Ying was far from dumb. His high class rankings, despite the amount of school he skipped, proved that. Lan Zhan had no doubt he could do whatever he put his mind to. He supposed the issue was getting him to focus on something.

“It’ll work out,” Wei Ying waved him off. His gaze staring off through the windshield. “Afterall, it worked for my parents. Right up until it killed them.” Lan Zhan could hear the bitterness in his voice, despite the pensive look on his face.

Lan Zhan studied his profile for a moment, his heart beating a bit faster. It was moments like these, where Wei Ying’s carefree exterior dropped that conflicted him the most. It made him feel like he was someone special to Wei Ying, to be allowed to see him in those vulnerable moments. It made him want to reach out and try to comfort him, a small seed of hope that Wei Ying would let him. If only he’d reach out.

“Guess the trick is not to die.” Wei Ying broke the moment with a wink in Lan Zhan’s direction. An easy smile coming to his face.

Lan Zhan turned his gaze out the window, stamping down the urge. Wei Ying might be many things, but Lan Zhan doubted he was like him. Maybe if he was one of the pretty girls from school, at least then he’d have a chance. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the easy smile slide back off Wei Ying’s face. The drags on his cigarette become longer and more pensive.

“Hope you're hungry,” Wei Ying broke through the silence moment’s later as he pulled up to the diner.

“Is eating part of your plan?” Lan Zhan questioned driely. Hoping it would bring back the enthusiasm from earlier back to the man’s face. If this was the last moments he had with Wei Ying, he wanted them to be happy.

“Everything is part of my plan,” Wei Ying winked, spinning his keys around his finger after he pulled them from the ignition. He slid from the car, leaving Lan Zhan to follow him. With a sigh, he set his stack of books on the seat before following him out.

He watched Wei Ying swagger towards the front door, pulling it open and holding it for Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan stopped short of entering, glaring at Wei Ying. The similarities to a date came swimming back to his mind.

“I’m not one of your dolls,” He spoke reaching up to hold the door.

“Can’t a guy just hold a door open for a friend?” Wei Ying questioned catching his reflection in the window, and moved to smooth a hair back in place.

“You always have a plan,” Lan Zhan replied, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. It pulled a laugh from Wei Ying.

“Have it your way,” Wei Ying winked. “Of course, everyone knows whoever holds open the door pays.” He grinned as he sauntered in.

Lan Zhan stared at his back for a moment. The grain of annoyance doubled. Wei Ying had stuck him between a rock and a hard place. Either admit he hadn’t taken a girl out on a date, and therefore didn’t know the proper conduct. Or take the chance and pay, and find out Wei Ying had lied all along. He wondered how many dates Wei Ying had been on, had he teased them the same way? Lan Zhan shook the idea from his head, he reminded himself this wasn’t a date.

“Coming?” Wei Ying paused as he realized Lan Zhan wasn’t following him. Lan Zhan snapped out of his crisis and followed him into the diner.

Due to the lateness in the day, most of the diner’s red and white booths were empty. The smell of cigarettes and cooking food still managed to permeate the room.  The black and white linoleum at least seemed to be freshly mopped, the white tables Lan Zhan could see from the doorway sparkling under the lights overhead. It was a far cry from his uncle’s favored country club, but at least it seemed to be clean.

Wei Ying made a bee line for a booth in the corner, practically falling into it. He splayed out over the booth he slid into, booted feet coming up to rest on the table. Lan Zhan allowed himself a small sigh, before following to sit on the opposite side. He glared at the booted feet.

“What?” Wei Ying questioned reaching over to pull the ashtray closer to himself. He snubbed out the one he started in the car, before producing another from his jacket.

“Sit properly,” Lan Zhan replied, glancing at the booted feet.

“Worried being seen with me will ruin your goody-two shoes reputation?” Wei Ying laughed.

“No,” Lan Zhan replied. He grabbed a napkin, to brush a piece of dirt from them off his side of the table.  “Hygiene.”

Wei Ying let out a laugh, but shifted his booted feet off the table to the booth seat. Lan Zhan brushed the remaining dirt off, before turning his attention to the menu.

“Nope,” Wei Ying grinned, pulling it out of his hands. “I know exactly what we’re ordering. Part of my plan.” He winked. Lan Zhan let out a soft sigh, clasping his hands together and setting them in his lap. Wei Ying settled back into his lounged position.

“Wei Ying if I get a call that you kidnapped Lan Zhan,” Wen Qing’s tired voice floated into their conversation. She appeared at the end of the table with crossed arms.

“I’m hurt,” Wei Ying gasped. “Lan Zhan is here willingly!” Wen Qing glanced at Lan Zhan with a raised eyebrow. He merely nodded in return.

“I’ll keep an eye out for flying pigs on the way home,” She hummed. “What’ll it be.”

“Two of my usuals,” Wei Ying replied. Wen Qing only rolled her eyes but noted it on her pad and moved off. “I don’t know why she’s so surprised, we aren’t that different.”

Lan Zhan barely covered a snort of laughter. To any one who walked by, they were possibly the most mismatched pair in town.  Wei Ying’s clothing, from the beat up leather jacket to the white t-shirt that was by some miracle not stained, screamed greaser. Which, to proper citizens of society registered as a ‘troublemaker.’ It definitely clashed against Lan Zhan’s neatly pressed grey slacks, dress shirt, light blue cardigan and tie. As Wei Ying would put it, Lan Zhan dressed like a ‘square’. On the inside? Well, Lan Zhan supposed that was a different case.

Two plates of food being set on the table pulled Lan Zhan from his thoughts. Wei Ying’s stomach let out a low growl. He pulled himself up from his lounged position and began inhaling the food at an astonishing rate. Lan Zhan carefully picked up a fork, eyeing the red omlette in front of him. He carefully cut a piece out, taking a small sniff. He felt his eyes water, he glanced at Wei Ying. His attention was focused on devouring the same omlette place in front of him. It couldn’t be that spicey if he was practically inhaling it.

Lan Zhan took a bite, feeling his eyes water almost instantly. He fought the urge to cough, quickly reaching out for the water by his plate. He quickly tried to quench the burning sensation, hopefully before Wei Ying noticed.

Knowing him, he’d probably consider reacting to spices an emotion.

“What do you think?” Wei Ying questioned as Lan Zhan set his glass back down. Lan Zhan looked over to see he’d cleared his own plate.

“Mn,” Was all Lan Zhan could manage without giving himself away. He watched a smile come to Wei Ying’s face.

“I knew you could handle it,” He spoke as he lounged back against the booth again, taking a large bite out of the toast provided. “They’re about an hour from closing, so they’ve got to get rid of the eggs that’ll be bad by tomorrow morning. I convinced them to add the spices, making it cheap and tasty.” He winked.

Lan Zhan sighed as he cut another piece off the omelette. He allowed himself a miniscule deep breath before biting down on it again. He supposed the spices covered any eggs that slipped past their due dates. He thought warmly of the bland dinner that would have been waiting for him when he got home.  

“Ah, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying laughed. “Even with that much spice you aren’t giving anything away.”

Lan Zhan could feel sweat starting to creep down his back as he took another bite. He tried pacifying his screaming tongue with a bite of the toast provided. Wei Ying was watching every movement, probably waiting for a crack.

“What do you think your Uncle would say if he saw us?” Wei Ying questioned. A mischievous grin crossed his face as he bolted up straight, matching Lan Zhan’s own posture. “Lan Zhan, how dare you take a night off! Those perfect A’s aren’t going to earn themselves!’’ He matched the words with a motion of stroking a beard. Lan Zhan hated to admit the voice was quite close. “And with that Wei Ying! That do nothing, no good boy is just going to distract you from becoming the next Chief Surgeon!”

“Wei Ying should think better of himself,” Lan Zhan noted. As he spoke, he swore he saw steam escaping his mouth.

“Ah,” Wei Ying laughed awkwardly. “I was just picturing what your Uncle would say.” He added scratching the back of his head. His gaze fell to the table, as he methodically stacked his used silverware onto his plate and pushed it to the edge of the table. Lan Zhan somehow managed to finish off the monstrosity and followed suit.

“Wen Qing, milkshake us!” Wei Ying called out to her. Lan Zhan heard a sigh, and in a few minutes two milkshakes were placed in front of them. “They’re vanilla,” Wei Ying noted with a tone of dejection.

“Ran out of chocolate,” Wen Qing replied simply, sliding the bill on the table. Before Lan Zhan had time to return to his earlier crisis, Wei Ying was dumping a fistfull of change on the table. Lan Zhan felt his brow furrow slightly again.

“I can pay,” He noted, producing the money.

“Don’t worry about it,” Wei Ying replied. “I’m distracting you for an evening. It’d be rude to make you pay.”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan pressed.

“Hurry up or it’ll melt,” Wei Ying nodded, taking a large slurp of his milkshake. A hand reaching out to push the bill closer to the edge, and away from Lan Zhan. Still, he produced a dollar bill and set it on the table, noticing Wei Ying was actively ignoring it.

He carefully picked up the spoon in his milk shake, pulling out the candied cherry and setting it on his napkin. He tried not to focus on the slurping motion from Wei Ying that was taking his mind to unholy places. Carefully, and in measured movements he started his own shake. He picked up the speed slightly when he realized it helped soothe the burning still lingering in his mouth.

“Do you like the cherries, Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying questioned, holding his own up by the stem. His eyes flickered to where Lan Zhan had placed his own on a napkin. “I like saving them for last.” He added biting into his.

“You can have mine,” Lan Zhan replied, his gaze dropping back to his milkshake to avoid looking at how the candied cherry had stained his lips red.

“Want to see a trick?” Wei Ying asked excitedly. Lan Zhan’s eyes raised. Wei Ying reached out, plucking his cherry off the napkin and threw it into his mouth, stem and all. Lan Zhan watched confusedly, but when he went to say something Wei Ying held up a finger to silence him.

After a moment of confused silence, Wei Ying’s mouth opened. A pink tongue stuck out, showing off a tied cherry stem. Lan Zhan found himself entrapped by the sight as Wei Ying plucked the stem off his tongue. He gave Lan Zhan a cheeky grin. Lan Zhan felt his ears flush as he looked away.

“Shameless,” Lan Zhan managed to mutter.

“There used to be a cherry tree outside the Jiang house,” Wei Ying grined spinning the knotted stem in his fingers. “We’d compete to see who could tie it the the quickest. I always won of course.”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan replied, returning his hands clasped in his lap. Perhaps the lack of reaction would show Wei Ying it was best to give up now. “I’ll be leaving.” He nodded.  “Thank you for dinner.”

“Leaving?” Wei Ying questioned, his brow furrowing. “Lan Zhan you gave me an entire night, it’s still light out.” He huffed. “Don’t think I’ll let you out of this early.” He added standing. He moved towards the door. “Well, come on.” He called.

Lan Zhan sighed, but rose to his feet to follow Wei Ying. Chenqing roared to life with a twist of Wei Ying’s wrist, and he was pulling out of the diner parking lot. Lan Zhan wondered if he almost saw annoyance in his face as he lit up another cigarette.

“Where are we going?” Lan Zhan questioned as they reached the edge of town.

“For a cruise,” Wei Ying replied simply, a hand reaching out to shift the car.

Lan Zhan felt the car surge underneath him, and suddenly the milkshake and omelette were far from settled in his stomach. His hand clutched the side of the car, as Wei Ying only pushed the car faster.

With the sun fully setting, the horizon was dotted with cars out for an evening cruise.  Lan Zhan’s knuckles turned white as they approached the first set of tail lights, at a speed far faster than he’d like. He was about to call out, when Wei Ying easily weaved out around the car. Chenqing roared as they went shooting past the car. Wei Ying weaved back into the proper lane, only to go speeding back out of it as they approached the next car.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan managed to grit out. He glanced at the road, the white lines looking like dots. “Slow down.”

Just as he did, he heard a sound of a horn behind him. He heard Wei Ying let out a whoop as a car went flying past. Lan Zhan barely saw the glow of it’s tail lights before Wei Ying was charging after it. Wei Ying shifted again, his foot lifting off the gas for a moment. The shift caught, and then his foot was slamming back on the pedal nailing it down to the floor.

Lan Zhan slunk in the seat slightly, gripping for anything in the car. He glanced out the window, his stomach sinking at the decision. He blinked once, twice to make sure. What he had perceived as picket fences, were actually telephone poles.  

“Come on,” Wei Ying whooped to his car as he urged it forward. They pulled up next to a Cadillac sedan. Lan Zhan found Wei Ying leaning over into his space, offering a mock salute to the other driver. “I’ve got a ticket to fly boys.” He called.

Lan Zhan somehow managed to hear swearing over the roar of the engines. Slowly, the Cadillac began to inch behind them, and with a whoop Wei Ying was soon pulling out in front of them. Clouding the car behind them in a plume of smoke. Wei Ying let out a cackle as they tore off.

Lan Zhan looked at the man. His hair had been jostled by the wind tearing in through the windows. The cigarette almost burned down to his lips. A light shined from his eyes, visible even in the fading light. As Lan Zhan’s heartbeat a little faster, this had been a terrible idea.

“Wei Ying, pull over.” He gritted out.

“Cool your jets,” Wei Ying replied. “We’re almost there.”

“I said pull over,” Lan Zhan repeated.

“Are you going to throw up?” Wei Ying looked over.

“No,” Lan Zhan gritted out. He needed to get out of this car. Away from the charmingly handsome heartthrob in the front seat before he did something stupid.

“Then you can wait,” Wei Ying snorted back.

He shifted the car again, at least appearing to be trying to get to wherever they were going faster. Lan Zhan let his eyes close, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Trying to do anything to keep the man next to him from worming his way further into his thoughts. The roar of the engine started to fade, the moment Wei Ying cut the engine Lan Zhan was climbing out the door.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying called, he could hear him scrambling out of the car on the other side. Lan Zhan continued walking away. He could hear Wei Ying’s feet clumping after him. “Lan Zhan, I’m sorry! It was just a little race! No reason for you to flip your lid!” He managed to get out in front of Lan Zhan, darting to prevent him from moving past him. “God, I’ve had girls freak out less than you.”

The words stoked a flare of anger in Lan Zhan, combining with the ache in his chest. Always with the girls, why did Wei Ying have to bring them up? Flaunting his ability to feel attracted to them in front of Lan Zhan, like he knew.

The thought froze the blood in his veins. He swore internally running a hand through his hair. Of course Wei Ying had figured it out, he wasn’t stupid. They weren’t friends, isn’t that what he reminded himself earlier? He was just a source of amusement to Wei Ying, nothing more.

“I told you not to treat me like one of your dolls,” Lan Zhan gritted out. A lump forming in his throat.

“Always bringing up girls,” Wei Ying sighed. “If I didn’t know any better you want me to treat you like one.” He laughed.

The laugh roared through his ears. He felt his nostrils flare ever so slightly as he exhaled sharply. He glanced around, they were on an overlook over the city. A sign in the distance told him they were close to Phoenix Mountain. He felt the anger grow, did Wei Ying think he was an idiot? Or was this his whole plan. Come up here to talk about his conquests? Or merely to rub it in Lan Zhan’s face that he was different?

Either way, Wei Ying was winning this stupid bet. He didn’t care anymore. He wasn’t going to let him drag him around any more. He wasn’t going to be his amusement anymore.

“Haven’t you?” He snapped, turning on Wei Ying. He saw Wei Ying’s eyes widen. “Dinner, a race to show off, Phoenix Mountain.” He pointed. “I’m not so socially inept I don’t know what goes on up here. I don’t need you mocking me.”

“So I might have brought a doll or two up here before,” Wei Ying’s brow furrowed. “But mocking you? I don’t understand.” He continued. Lan Zhan could only glare, his body trembling with his anger. “Unless, have you never kissed a girl?”

Lan Zhan felt his anger flare. Before he realized it he’d reached out, roughly grabbing the front of Wei Ying’s shirt and pulling him towards him. He felt his eyes close involuntarily as his lips crashed against Wei Ying’s. He felt his entire body surge with warmth, but the feeling of Wei Ying tense against him cut through it like a knife. Lan Zhan came back to his senses, roughly pushing Wei Ying away.

“There’s your proof,” Lan Zhan snarled at Wei Ying’s shocked face. “I’m not going to be your amusement any more. I’m not going to stand by and let you mock me for what I feel.”

He turned, marching away from Wei Ying, feeling the tears forming in his eyes. It would probably be all over school by morning. He’d be ruined. He took a shaky breath, his hands reaching up to trace his lips. He could still feel the warmth of Wei Ying’s lips against his, the way the fading sunlight had lit across his face.

Had a moment of truth been worth it?

[superiordragonlorde]

Heymans Breda

Ok, day 3- Heymans Breda for @teammustangweek . Warnings: there’s one curse word I think so... yeah, nothing too bad this time. Unless you have a deep phobia for dogs or cats. In which case, don’t read. Alright then, please enjoy!

     No one ever dared to oppose the Lieutenant Colonel Riza Hawkeye. Her stony expressions, blunt, no-nonsense retorts, and terrifyingly fast and accurate aim with her pistols were the biggest deterrents. This fear was the reason why Breda was keeping his mouth clamped shut and letting his sweat drench the military uniform he was obligated to wear. His eyes darted from his paperwork to the small, black and white mound of fur that sat obediently next to Hawkeye’s chair, head resting on their paws.

     Breda couldn’t understand why the military would allow a dog to enter its facilities. They were disease carrying, loud, vicious creatures that could attack anyone at a moments notice. One minute you’re playing with the neighbor’s dog, throwing a stick around and racing across the yard. The next minute they jump at you, teeth snapping near your face, their hot breath washing over you, and clawing at your arm holding the stick. No doubt about it, dogs were not a man’s best friend. They did, however, appear to be Hawkeye’s best friend. The Lieutenant Colonel never went anywhere without Black Hayate and the dog never ceased to follow in her shadow. It was no wonder that the most dangerous person in the world would enjoy the company of the most dangerous animal in the world. Life was so cruel.

     “Hey, Breda,” Havoc leaned over his desk across from him, a cheeky grin showing off behind the cigarette. “Doing ok over there, buddy? You look like you’re trapped in a cage with a rabid animal.”

     “That’s because I am,” Breda hissed, snatching a glance at Hayate. “He’s a dangerous, feral, deadly animal that’s going to attack us at any given moment.” Havoc chuckled.

     “Ah, come on, Breda,” he snickered. “Hayate’s not so bad. He’s just a sweet ball of fluff. Ain’t that right,” he cooed at Hayate who raised his head at the strange voice, tail wagging. Hawkeye cleared her throat, giving the Second Lieutenant a pointed glare. Havoc paled, gave a flustered cough and returned his attention back to his desk, pen scratching furiously. Breda tried to put his focus into the stack of paperwork that mocked him at the corner of his desk, but he could still see that curled black tail over the edge of the wood. He swore that the dog was mocking him, letting him know it was there, prepared to jump at him at any time...

     The door slammed open, a wonderful distraction from the mass of fur that sat in a mocking form of innocence in their office. Everyone’s heads shot up in unison.

     “Ed!” Havoc exclaimed in surprise at the sight of a bright red coat and golden hair standing in the doorway. A suit of armor clanked up behind him, giving a tiny wave into the office. Ed looked over at Havoc with dull, bleary eyes. He blinked, brow furrowing.

     “Woah, Cheif.” Breda started to stand. “You don’t look so good. Are you ok?” Ed turned his head towards him, face hardening, making the bags beneath his eyes more prominent.

     “M’fine,” he grunted, trudging towards the Colonel’s office and ignoring every pair of eyes that were locked onto him.

     “Hold up there, big guy,” Breda called, grabbing Ed’s upper arm. The kid huffed, glaring up at him as he tried to squirm out of his grip.

     “What?” he growled, his glare softer than usual, weary and tired. The boy looked like a wreck. His face was drooping with fatigue, actually, his entire body was, his clothes were hanging disheveled off of him, and his hair was falling out of the trademark braid he wore.

     “You look awful,” Havoc piped up, striding over to them. He placed a hand on Ed’s forehead only to have it smacked off.

     “Thanks,” Ed deadpanned, writhing around a little more in Breda’s hold.

     “You sick?” Havoc pressed.

     “No,” Ed huffed. “Just tired. It’s not that big of a deal.” Breda hummed, not overly convinced, but decided to release his arm anyway. Ed took a step back, still trying to form an intimidating glare. It didn’t work.

     “Can’t you sleep on the train ride?” Havoc inquired. Ed scowled.

     “Train had maintenance issues,” he ground out. “We had to stop a couple cities west of here. Decided to walk the rest of the way.” He shrugged, his shoulders sagging when he released them and turned back around towards the Colonel’s doors. Breda tried to calculate how far the kid had to walk, but geography was never really his strong suit. He couldn't even remember which city was to the west of East City.

     Ed reached the wooden doors, hand placed on the door handle when a soft mewl echoed through the office. Everyone stiffened, including Hayate. Ed dropped his head against the door with a dull thump, closed his eyes, and gave a long, groaning sigh. Nothing moved in the office when silence returned.

     “Alphonse.” Ed’s voice was flat and cold. Breda glanced back at the younger brother behind him. If armor could sweat, he could imagine the kid soaking as he shifted his feet. “Was that... what I think it was?” Al tapped his index fingers together, his gaze fixated on them.

     “U-uh,” he stammered. Breda could almost picture a nervous smile stretching across the helmet. “What was what?” His voice squeaked at the last word and he gave a nervous giggle. “You must be hearing things, Brother-”

     “Al,” Ed warned, eyes still closed. “Don’t play dumb with me.” Breda watched as Ed sighed, looking like every drop of energy and patience was being dragged out of him. He faced his brother, his face devoid of anything but exhaustion, and walked up to him. He held out a hand.

     “Cough it up.” Al hesitated.

     “But, Brother-”

     “Al.” Breda didn’t realize a fifteen-year-old kid could look and sound so much like a parent at the end of their rope. Al sighed, admitting defeat, and made slow work of unbuckling his chest plate. Once the piece of metal was removed, a brown, black, and white head peeked out, greeting everyone with a small meow. Alphonse grabbed the cat with giant, gentle hands, far gentler than Breda would have thought possible, and placed them into Ed’s outstretched arms. Ed sighed, situating the cat onto one of his arms and rubbing his face with his free hand.

     Breda watched the cat, admiring her beautiful markings. Cats, he decided, were much better than dogs. Cats were small and didn’t bother you so long as you didn’t bother them. If they really had to have an animal in the office, Breda would have much preferred a cat. Cats were way better than dogs.

     Hayate, however, did not agree with his opinion.

     When the cat had been placed into Ed’s arms, she peered over his shoulder, taking in all the sights the office had to behold. She had a fairly good view of everything, but that also made her easy to see as well. Which wasn’t convenient when there was a dog inhabiting the room. When the two animals locked eyes with one another, all order erupted into chaos.

     Hayate leaped to his feet and raced to Ed, barking up a storm. The cat flailed and tore out of Ed’s grasp, landing on the tiled floor, and scampering off. Hayate gave chase and soon, everyone else followed, trying to catch one of the animals. The cat lept to Havoc’s desk, knocking off his ashtray and scattering his papers and pens. Hayate followed in pursuit on the ground. Havoc lunged at her, slamming himself into his desk as the cat raced away. She continued to run and jumped onto Falman’s absent desk, leaving a trail of multicolored fur in her wake. Ed went to grab for her as well, but her tail slipped between his fingers and he spewed dozens of colorful curses.

     Next was Fuery’s desk and she nimbly made her way over the gap to his workspace, tearing through the various machines he had there, pushing some off in her haste. A wire wrapped around her foot and she dragged a severed phone with her, catching it on everything else.

      After Fuery’s desk was a bookshelf. She jumped to the tallest shelf she could reach, her foot weighed down by the dangling phone. Hawkeye raced after her, but Hayate was faster. He hopped up, snatching the phone in his mouth. The cat gave a harsh yowl and dug her claws further into the shelf. The bookcase leaned precariously, then toppled. The animals scurried out of the way with Hayate bounding towards Hawkeye, the phone still clamped in his jaws, and the cat sprinting towards Hawkeye’s desk, freed from her burden.

     She sprung up to the tidy desk, toppling a stack of finished paperwork. Alphonse tried to grab her this time, but she bounded over his armored shoulder, clearing the distance to Breda’s desk and showering the floor with more papers. Breda jumped in front of her, blocking her way. Hayate wasn’t finished in the chase either, though, and jumped up to the desk, right on the cat’s heels. The cat leaped at Breda, hopping off his head. Breda heard Ed give a triumphant, “Gotcha!”, but it was drowned out by his own shriek.

     Hayate had intended to follow the cat’s path, but his stockier body couldn’t copy such a feat as jumping over Breda’s head. He landed on Breda’s chest instead, knocking the Second Lieutenant over. They laid sprawled on the floor.

     Now, Hayate was able to give Hawkeye, Falman, and Mustang some affectionate licks on their hands when they allowed it, and Havoc, Fuery, Edward, and Alphonse all allowed him to lick their hands and faces, too. So, to have the opportunity of Breda, the only human in the office that never let Hayate shower him with affections, be helplessly nose to nose with the small dog was just too good of a chance to miss.

     Breda screeched as the soft, warm, wet tongue slathered his face in saliva.

     “Oh my- get it off!” he howled, trying to guard his face from the onslaught. “Getitoffgetitoffgetitoff. Get. It. Off! Havoc!” he screamed, hearing his friend laughing at his plight. Actually, it sounded like almost everyone was laughing. Those jerks! He was being attacked by a dog and all the germs and diseases he was carrying. It was torture. And they were laughing!

     Hawkeye finally came to his rescue, calling Hayate over to her. The little dog sprang off of Breda to sit by her feet, earning a pat on the head for his obedience. Breda scrambled up onto his desk, pulling his feet up with him and keeping his eyes on Hayate at all times.

     “What-” Everyone spun around to find Colonel Mustang standing at the doorway to his office, staring at the chaos that had transpired within the room. His eyes roamed over the fallen bookshelf, the papers cluttering the floor, Breda cowering on his desk, and finally rested on the cat gripped in Ed’s arms, quietly hissing at Hayate. His eyes narrowed.

     “Edward,” he drawled. Ed sighed, the laughter that shone in his eyes fading out as a new level of weariness weighed on him.

     “Yeah, yeah,” he sighed. “I’ll take care of it.” He scratched the cat’s head, hesitating for a second. Al flexed his fingers like he wanted to take the cat from his brother. Neither of the boys looked eager to release the cat.

     “Give her over,” Breda caught himself saying. The boys snapped their heads up to him in disbelief. Breda swallowed. “You heard me, give her over here.” He stretched out a hand to solidify the order. Ed stiffly placed the cat into his arm, showing his exhaustion in the lack of defiance for being ordered around. Breda bundled the cat up into his arms and gave her head a minuscule scratch. He marveled for a moment at the deep, rumbling purr she gave him in gratitude. He heard a snicker and glanced up to find all eyes watching him with varying levels of amusement. Breda felt his cheeks warm at the attention.

     “What?” he barked. “She doesn’t like dogs and neither do I. And she can fight off any dog that comes near her. She’ll protect us from those terrifying creatures.” He glanced down at Hayate, curling up further into his desk. “Besides, cats are better.” Hawkeye gave a small hum of mocking acceptance and returned to her desk, gathering up the papers left by the wake of the animals’ destruction.

     “Well,” Mustang broke in, smirking. “Now that that’s settled, everyone, clean up this mess. And Fullmetal, I believe you have a report you need to give me?” Ed nodded, his steps a little lighter as he crossed over the paper obstacles, trying not to step on any of them.

     “And, Breda.” Breda looked up at the Colonel’s unamused face. “Get off the damn desk and quit screaming like a ten-year-old girl. It’s... disturbing.” And with that final order, he closed the door behind him, leaving Breda gaping and blushing furiously while Havoc tried to smother his snickers.

Some fluff since my last one had some angst in it. There’s Breda, our brave cynophobic. Poor guy... Ok then, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!

[forceprojecdin]

Luke Skywalker’s Immovable Joseph Campbell Hero’s Journey In The Last Jedi

Above: Like the Buddha before the massive army, Luke Skywalker’s concentration is unbreakable 

In my other blog about The Last Jedi, I said, “Star Wars needs to be myth; Myth doesn’t need to be Star Wars.” This film put me in a sort of dream state and it stayed with me for hours after. As Joseph Campbell said, “Myths are dreams put on screen.” Which is what Star Wars truly is when at it’s best. So I dived back into Campbell’s classic book, ‘Hero With A Thousand Faces’ to see if this new Luke Skywalker fits the Hero’s Journey. It does. To the letter maybe. It’s almost as if director Rian Johnson cross-checked every idea he had for Luke with that book. Though, sometimes the tropes are flipped, and that’s what makes this movie and director so intriguing!  SPOLIERS AHEAD  The Final Scene With Luke, The At-Ats and Kylo Luke is standing immovable with Kylo, he acts with his body to have very firm footing in one place. He barely moves where he stands at all - which is Buddha on the Immovable Spot, in front of the massive army lead by the god ‘Love and Death’, riding on top of an elephant. Kylo rides high up  in his ship, as such. “The dangerous god appeared mounted on an elephant... and the god then assailed him, seeking to break his concentration... but the future Buddha only moved his hand to touch the ground.” (Hero With a Thousand Faces, p.32). Luke never breaks his concentration - so beautifully acted by Hamill - his feet never leave the ground. Luke also only moves his hand to mimic brushing dirt off his shoulder. Considering that he was also at the the sacred Jedi Tree the entire film, he's pretty much symbolically echoing the Buddha sitting at the Tree of Life. But the Tree is dead and decayed now, the trope is flipped. However, this is The cycle of all myth, death and new life - and part of one of Luke’s teachings to Rey. At the same time, Luke is also similar to Jesus on the cross (which is also wood - a tree), because he willingly sacrificed his life. So the ending is a really cool combination of savior archetypes of both Eastern and Western spirituality. Very Star Wars! Very Campbell. Very powerful. On Contemplating Killing Ben & The Return Of The Non-Violent Jedi This may be the single most divisive and troubling thing for fans. Let me help you! This scene is Campbellian, in that it was designed intentionally to rip you apart to put you back together, in harmony with the Hero’s Journey. This is the scene of what Campbell calls the “nights visitants”, visitors of our dreams. Kylo is sleeping when Luke ‘visits” him. This is not a literal dream on screen, it is a literal event made to feel like a dream on screen. Luke contemplates killing his nephew as he sees the evil he is becoming under his nose. Knowing Kylo’s journey, what Luke is seeing is someone who would bring an ultimate evil, like genocide (Starkiller Base) So, one must seriously consider the practical and believable moral dilemma Luke faces. In the end, he simply just contemplates it. That’s okay. That’s normal. I know a real non-violent activist, he was abducted by Terrorists in Iraq while on a peacemaker mission, and was kidnapped into captivity for 118 days (check out his book about that). He once said to me in a training session, “One must acknowledge their own very real internal violence to move past it”. That’s what Luke did, so that his arc could evolve to the final non-violent scene. He does not attack at all. But I digress. This is the Campbellian dream visit, the psychoanalytical dream, on screen as such. Full of all sorts of familial parent and child issues. You know that whole Oedipal thing of killing your father because he’s a threat to the bond with the mother thing. That’s Kylo in a way, but I digress. Anyhow to quote Campbell about the subconscious in dreams, “Beneath the floor of the neat little dwelling that we call our consciousness... there not only jewels but jinn abide: The inconvenient or resisted psychological powers we have not dared to integrate into our lives... these are dangerous because they threaten the fabric of the security in which we have built ourselves...” (HWATF, p.9). Anyone feel that way about Luke? Feel your security about Luke, yourself, and Star in general threatened? Yes, we made Luke out to be our perfect hero, but such do not exist. This inconvenient vision shows us something in all of us that we do not want to acknowledge. Violence. Failure. Destruction. But Campbell goes on, with this destruction comes “the wonderful reconstruction, of the bolder, cleaner, more spacious, and fully human life - that is the lure. the promise, and terror, of these disturbing night visitants from the mythological realm that we carry within us.” Interesting to note that in his book, Campbell also talks about how Sigmund Freud’s focus was that journey of the child to adult, while Carl Jung focused on the  journey from adult to old age and death. Luke’s journey in TLJ exactly mirrors his one in Return Of The Jedi. In ROTJ, it’s the Freud angle, in TLJ his journey is more Jungian, he faces his internal violence again (a never ending process in reality), he faces his failure, and transcends it to pass into a fully human death. “In order to advance [to death], the shining sphere must descend and disappear, at last, into the night womb of the grave.” (HWATF, p.12). This is Luke looking at the spherical suns descending, as he passes with them, into the womb of The Force. More musings on Campbell quotes from HWATF: “Where we had thought to find an abomination...”  [When Kylo explains Lukes night visit to him to Rey, Luke looks like an abomination from Ben’s point of view. Luke also makes himself out to look abominable to Rey as he drinks the green milk] “...we shall find a god” [Luke becomes like a God in people’s memories across the galaxy, after his final sacrifice]

“Where we had thought to slay another, we shall slay ourselves...” [Luke slays himself, not Ben]  “Where we had thought to travel outward...” [Yoda tells Luke he is still looking to the horizon] “...we shall come to the centre of our own existence,” [he sits on the rock, centered in The Force, where he taught Rey how to be as well] 

“Where we had thought to be alone, we shall be with all the world.” [He was alone in self-exile, but in the next movie, he will be with the entire galaxy as a Force Ghost] (p.25) A Non-Violent Coda A great article I recently read had this to add: "Instead of leaping into his X-wing, flying to Crait, and pulling out a can of whupass on Kylo Ren — which is what many of us want to see — Luke behaves like an actual Jedi Knight (in accord with Yoda’s original teachings) and confronts Kylo with cleverness, compassion, and nonviolence." -Taken from this article. All I wanted out of ST Luke Skywalker was for him to acknowledge that he threw down his saber in Jedi. And like the Lurmen Cheif Wag Too says to Anakin in The Clone Wars TV series, "Only when the Jedi lay down their arms and pursue a path of non-violence, will they be true peacekeepers" Like Rey, We All Already Have Everything We Need “See you around kid.” - Luke to Ben at the end of The Last Jedi.’ What is being expressed here is in harmony with one of his lessons from earlier to Rey. That the Force is truly in everything and everyone in the galaxy. “No one is ever really gone,” he tells Leia, then to further the point (if we haven’t gotten it yet!) he say’s to Ben, “I’ll always be with you, just like your father.” All is one. People, things, rocks, X-wings and even Ghosts, ad even the spirit realm. It’s all one. There is no separation. Luke has willingly sacrificed himself and fades into the Force, but he knows he will be with everyone forever. He knows there is no separation between his physical self and his spirit self.

This connectivity in The Force is why Yoda say’s to Luke, “Rey already has everything she needs.” It’s the message that because everything is one, Rey already has all of The Force inside her. Even a poor stable boy now dubbed ‘Broom Boy’ (by fandom) has it. The stable is so Jesus too, oh, and let’s not forget the Harry Potter broom! But Harry had the bloodline, the broom boy does not. Even a girl with no special lineage has it. And that’s the most important message of the whole movie, perhaps now, in the whole saga: That we all have it too, every single one of us. everywhere. In fact it is the one message that every spiritual teacher has brought through history. It was also the most important spiritual message of Joseph Campbell, he said that the that's the treasure every hero brings back, to share with the world, is the knowledge that we are all one. Campbell's Hero’s Journey is widely discussed, but I never hear people talking about this oneness as treasure, that he seemed to repeat so often. I believe that he mentioned it frequently for a purpose. People see him as an author, a theorist and mostly a teacher, however, I see him more as a true mystic, like the Immovable Luke Skywalker.  “The Force is an energy field that connects all living things in the galaxy. It surrounds us and penetrates us; it binds the galaxy together.”   - Din P.S. I came across this article, and it’s an absolutely perfect look at the Eastern spirituality of Luke in TLJ. Please read, it’s wonderful!

[amiboisland]

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Hinanakit ng isang batang pogi

Di pa ko college i am so active and very focus to be a leader, i was an Sk councilor, Im a member of JCI/ Jaycees philippines, Youth Fiesta Committee and Knights of Columbus, even in parish renewal experience pinasok ko which also has trainings and seminars. Sa madalit salita batak nako sa gantong gawain then nung nagcollege ako nadagdagan pa lalo ung experience ko as a leader, naging appointed member ako ng Computer Science Society after kong mag failed to win the election as the org president, i was so active back then na even mga mas matataas sakin sa positions alam nilang mas marami pa kameng tasks ni rose ann comsti kesa sa kanila, for almost one year we served the org fulfillingly and after our reign hindi natapos suporta namen dun mas naging active pa ko nun kase beside sa CSS i was also a member of Confederation of Physical Science Advocate i supported all the activities of the org, we also cooperated and joined as an organizer in some activities, the next year, after i finished my commitments in COPSA and CSS, i joined SWS it was the time Mo dean invited me to be part of the org as member at the same time as a writer or a contributor of the official school publication, the next sem of the same academic year AD became separated to SWS as an org and I am one of the pioneers of the newly established org and appointed as the Literary Editor and became one of the member of the editorial board of course. It wasnt easy pero kinaya ko naman after that on the next semesterI was appointed as the Editor-in-cheif of Ang Dalubhasa everything became more difficult for me kase kasabay sya ng thesis nakakaiyak mimsan pero kinaya ko nakaka praning pero kinaya ko, In my deepest unfathomable thoughts i ask myself why i am not being chosen to be the Leadership Awardee of my college. Do i lacked in some matters, nagkamali ba ko nagkulang ba ko? Eh ang title naman is Leadership hindi pa ba sapat yun? Kahit sa klase for almost 3 years class officer ako kadalasan nga class president pa eh, kulang pa din ba yon? Di ko talaga maisip anong kulang ko? Isa pa scholar ako ng school, i have good academic records wala akong naviolate na kahit ano, i do return obligation kahit late pero good ako jan, when it comes to my grades I was a consistent Deans Lister since first year, i have the highest CGWA among my batchmates in CS so ano pang kulang ko? I am not againts dun sa pinili nila kase deserving din naman sya besides nagulat lang din sya ang sakin lang bakit hindi ako at ang sabi sa amin may evaluation pa dw na magaganap? Before magpilian pero nagkamagic by unanimous decision kase ang laban, grabe sakit sa heart umasa talaga ako ehh nakaka iyak gusto kong magwala, gusto ko sabihin sa lahat na dapat ako yun  gusto ko lang naman mas maging proud pa sakin ung parents ko na may award ako bukod sa gagraduate ako  alam ko naman proud na sila sakin agad na gagraduate ako at alam kong bonus lang yung mga yun pero di ba pwedeng makakuha naman ako ng bonus na yun,Nagfailed na nga kame masungkit yung citation award for best Thesis ng CS eh which is nakakainis din sobrang sakit na nga nung nangyari na umasa na kame na kami na yung mag bebest thesis dahil sa batch namen sa CS kami lang ang kaisa isang grupo na nakapag comply sa lahat ng requirements ng walang delayed at palaging on time mag submit, kami lang ung wlang redefense kami lang hindi.nagstruggle sa pag failed, hindi ako nagyayabang pero pucha bakit parang ayaw bigay samin ung.para sa amin badtripppp ayoko ng ganto nakakabwiseettt, hindi ko matanggap na madami naman akong ginawa pero kulang pa den? Kase nga peyborit sya ng lahat shit nakakainis, kahit alam kong sya na talaga di ko maialis sa isip ko na wala naman talaga syang nagawang noble para sa CS  ni ung paglilinis nga every end of semester hindi nya makuhang humawak ng basahan para mag linis o kay ng walis ng paint brush etc etc, nakakainis masakit eh,, bakit parang sinampal ako ng walang kamalay malay, ayaw ba nila talaga sakin? Nakakabeastmode, ang tanging pinanghahawakan ko na nga lang eh kahit naman di ako ang naging awardee alam ng mga kaklase ko at ng mga taong nakasalamuha ko yung naging hirap ko, nagain ko yung respeto mula sa kanila, which is hindi ko naman ipinagpapasalamat pero di nya nagawa yun maybebecause of her attitude na sinasabi ko sa kanya ng paulit ulit pero di sya marunong.makinig , ewan ko ba , napaka hirap lang talaga isipin na di naman sya yung dapat nandun , dahil bukod sa di naman sya consistentDeans list, di naman sya naging ganun ka active during our reign, du naman talaga sya gusto ng mga kaklase namen, di naman talga sya leader material kase medyo bossy talaga sya, eh yung sa AD nga sabay kaming nag apply pero ako lang ung natanggap, kase di dw sya trip ng evaluators nun? I doubt talaga, grrr? I sounds like i dont like her pero hindi naman ganun it just happen na di talaga dapat sa kanya yun, shit naman kaseeeee, sobrang binuhos ko ung buhay ko sa pag serve at hindi ko pinagsisihan yun, dhil tinuruan ako nun na maging mas mabuting tao  minsan nga talaga success never looks like what it seems, hindi lahat kailangan ipagyabang o kailangan ng pisikal na ebidensya dahil ang totoong success eh ung mga naging learnings mo after undertaking all the responsiblities and challenges na nalagpasan naten, I am a real leader more than a paper or an award. I am Robin Miralles Pagubayan and i am still proud of my self wala kayong pake i just want to express what i feel right now so i decided to post this o yeahhhh, love it balang araw pag nabasa ko ulit tong post na to wala na lahat ng hatred ko sa puso at tuwa na lang ng nakaraan ang maaalala ko salamat sayo tumblr nakapagsiwalat ako ng aking pakiramdam.  Godbless yun lang wag na sana maging issue to xD

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Our NFL woman and the Kansas City queen are kinda matching outfits just different colors 🤭

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cuties 🥰

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HOT, HOT, HOT 🔥

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GOSSSH THIS ITS SOO FREAKING AMAZING!!!! 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

In casa you didn’t know, 49ers wag Kristin Juszczyk did the jacket. Kristin it’s one of my favorite wags and it’s so fun to watch bc of her outfits, she does every single thing she have on for EVERY SINGLE GAME. In this season she has do a few outfits for other wags and players, wags like Brittany Mahomes and now Taylor Swift

wait the whole post about her next week… 👀

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My favorite outfits from week 16 ✨

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cute rudolph the reindeer

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Happy birthday Bronze! 🥳