#my juniors think i am NUTS

[alltoofuckingwell]

One of my students is a big Taylor Swift fan, so I start talking to her about the album and I must have said too much because she just looking at me like deer in headlines....

[mishishiwritings]

The Bad Kids: Doubt or Certainty

So we all know of Fig and Kristen's allegiances to Ankarna and Cassandra, but I want to throw my hat in the ring about the other four bad kids.

Gorgug: In my mind, he is the clearest towards Cassandra. His doubt in his abilities is a clear example of this fact but in that doubt, he finds clarity in situations. He was somewhat the first to break out of the nightmare king's illusions and his line of "It's Gorgug, keep going" is not of righteousness but instead of doubt. That it's okay to be scared but I'm here holding your hand. That is exactly what Cassandra means in the world of spyre. (I will give a shout out to Paladin Gorgug au on ao3 which was a wonderful view of Gorgug as a champion of Ankarna. Really good stuff and helped me figure out my opinions on Gorgug's placement.)

Fabian: The other easier decision for me is Fabian towards Ankarna. Not in the violent aspects of her but in understanding and fairness. He wanted his father to understand him, to know him, to remove the doubt and mystery of how his father views him. He also channeled Ankarna well when he was defending Mazey and he is a very sure character, even if it is to his own detriment. He is sure in himself and especially in his friends and his own loyalty and that combo of Ankarna's old self and new self is most clearly seen in Fabian in Junior Year.

Adaine: Her and Riz were the hardest for me but I'm going to ultimately put her in the Cassandra camp. Not just because she is an oracle but because she spreads doubt in all that she does. Doubting her parents and their care for her and her sister. Doubt in the institutions she was involved in as the elven oracle. The most important part of that is that she shines a light on what needs to be questioned, and needs to be solved so that everyone is set to right. Out of all of the bad kids I feel like she can represent both deities the best but for the sake of my analysis I think she is more aligned to Cassandra.

Riz: The hardest to figure out and again like Adaine is a good balance of both but I am going to slot him in with Fabian and Fig in drawing on Ankarna's ideals. Yes, he focuses on mystery and puzzles but his drive and conviction in doing so speaks louder and closer to who he is at the end of the day. He fights for people to get what they deserve and that no one should remain a mystery. He is the maddest in the world and other NPCs like Kipperlily when they aren't playing fair. Fairness is so important to him and when that is broken he goes nuts. That rage and his ideas of conviction and justice in my mind make him more aligned with Ankarna.

Please let me know what you guys think in the comments.

[biibini]

Hii!! After mizu graduates college, what type of job do you think she'd have? Would it have to do with sports or maybe something way different? (I absolutely love your writing and headcanons !! 🩷🩷)

modern!mizu post-college life headcanons

tags: post-grad life, engineering mizu, stable work life, a woman in stem, moving in with reader, basketball with mizu, mizu join fencing club, peaceful post-grad life (the dream)

a/n: ngl the thought of post-college life is tripping me out,,, im a junior in college rn and the thought of it just kinda doesnt?? exist?? also ive heard too much info from my friends' rants ab their engineering degrees and switching majors from mechanic to electrical back to mechanical engineering,, theyre fucking nuts

modern!mizu would prob be in the engineering sector of jobs

wooo stem baby (i am a digital marketing major i should not be talking)

bc hello?? money???

also let’s use that mechanical engineering degree to good use

she didn’t leave home for nothing

with her technical skills from eiji

modern!mizu would probably be a CAD engineer

CAD aka computer aided design

technically speaking, it would allow her to work from home or hybrid

and she can easily transfer her mechanical and on-hand knowledge to a digital format

like she’s smart yall

she just got some troubles w procrastination

but dont we all?

(coping so hard)

this job would also allow her free time and flexible hours to do her job

and i feel like modern!mizu opts for a good work-life balance

if she wishes, she can take the day off snd just go out with u or go to the gym

the freedom of choice while staying comfortable at home?

sign her tf up

she can have her tea time, gym time, spending time w u time, and her self care time

the self care in question: enjoying the silence

and realistically, its a well paying job thatll keep her and u afloat while helping eiji financially if need be

modern!mizu hopes her work and smarts can help her provide for others and herself

its ab time she doesnt let herself depend on a man for money

yeah thats a fuck u to u, m*k*o

shes made the mistake once

shes not gonna make it again

just bc postgrad modern!mizu isnt in sports doesnt mean she’ll stop playing

she needs to get her exercise and movement some way some form

basketball with taigen

and always aim for the three-pointers

and is successful most of the time

and then proceed to aim for the half court shots

and fail most times

fencing with eiji whenever shes back home

she’ll def try to teach u

and its fun at first but

she wants to stretch her wings out

modern!mizu would prob join a fencing club

it would be a great for her to fully practice and spar

not just against her old man

or go soft w u

but also go against ppl her age

modern!mizu would move into a place w u

nothing grand but a small apartment where u could refresh and build the place to be ur own

ringo is a good friend

a true best friend she could trust

but it was time to move in w u

and not be wary of ringo hearing u when he comes home

modern!mizu would be more adventurous in hobbies

yeah she has basketball and fencing and her tea collection

but now she has a stable job

no need to worry about grades

and just to live life one step at a time

she would probably try out pottery with u

definitely practice her cooking with ringo's and ur help

all in all, a very patient life

(she deserves it)

[reashot]

Jaune joins the small wiener club. 🌭

Jaune: Hey everyone you won't believe it but my application finally got through.

Ruby: Ooohh congrats. But what's it for?

Weiss: Knowing him he's probably applying for mayor of dorktown.

Yang: Oof nice burn. Ice Queen. 🤜🤛

Pyhrra: Hey! That's not very nice of you to say Weiss.

Nora: Oh loosen up Pyhrra. It's ok to admit that our leader is kind of a loser. So anyway let's hear it.

Jaune: Oh here, let me put in on a speaker...

*You have. One new message.*

Phil: ~

Hey this is Phil from the small Weiner club.

Sorry to get back to you so late.

I just finished reviewing your application.

And the information you sent in.

But I am sorry to say that I don't think I can allow you to join our group.

From what I'm looking at your Weiner is massive.

I mean, the sheer girth and juiciness alone is ridiculous.

It look as if someone glued a forearm to the bottom of your torso.

You could probably stand on it like a tripod.

And that's not even mentioning how fat your nuts are.

But it does appears you are going to have to take that ginourmous Schmeat, somewhere else.

But thank you for trying and best of luck to you...

Everyone:

Jaune:

Ha, ha, ha, ha... Oh fuck. I actually applied to join the Weenie hut Junior. I guess I might have... Joined the wrong club by mistake. Oops my mistake... Ha, ha, ha... It's ok for you to laugh guys... *sniffs*

Yang: Blake. Close the door for us will you?

Blake: Way ahead of you... *click*

Jaune: Why are you guys looking at me like that?

Nora: Isn't it obvious we're going to take off your pants and see it for ourselves.

Jaune: !!!

Weiss: I-it's not like, we like to see your huge meat you know! W-we're just curious that's all.

Pyrrha: I'm sorry Jaune. But we promise we won't try to stare at it too long.

Ren: *cough* And I may also be curious to see it myself too.

Jaune: *gasp* Et tu, Ren?

Ruby: Enough talking let us see it!

Jaune: Yamero!!!

[seat-safety-switch]

I assume that engineers are very busy, and so they don’t necessarily have time to make the things they design serviceable. I get it – you’re not building a masterpiece to survive all of eternity, you’re just doing your job. You’re over here, working on the radiator and cooling program, this other guy is doing the radiator support, and the mid-senior-junior-vice-president electromechanical engineer down the hall is up to her neck in work trying to figure out how to mount the horns in a way that doesn’t anger the crash testers.

The chances that the three of you, collectively, slow your productivity shit way down – or worse, have a meeting – to make it easier to reach the electrical connector for that horn so you can remove it without cutting your hands on the fins of the air-conditioning condenser are about negative one billion percent. That would be preposterous – horns don’t break, right? Tell that to the dumpster-dove Spider-Man bandages that I have applied to my right hand because of your shortsighted design decisions.

And your boss isn’t gonna show up and demand repairability become a priority. No, your boss gets paid because people buy cars, and people will stop buying cars if the car lasts forever. Even if they jam an Android tablet in the dash sideways and start making the wheels bigger. Hell, my neighbour is still booting around in a 1994 Camry XLE, and the minute he expresses even the slightest subconscious desire to be rid of it, he will have a lawn full of folks offering top dollar for such an esteemed chariot. Toyota probably would have gone bankrupt back then making shit like this, if they hadn’t had all those trucks to sell to terrorist organizations in distant foreign wars. Those guys are gonna have to buy a new truck every couple of months when their old one gets shot up, so it’s okay to make those super-durable.

All I’m asking for is that you think once in awhile about making a bolt accessible. It’s not hard, just make sure they drill a hole over top of it, so that I can stick a nice long socket in there when the captive nut on the other end breaks off and just spins forever. Even though you might have a good day at work because of taking a shortcut like that, I guarantee you that the massive amounts of bad karma I am heaping upon your name while intermittently sobbing in my garage are not worth it. You’ll get reincarnated as a lighting engineer.

[still-breathing-au-p3r]

They all start getting ready to leave, but Akihiko doesn’t budge. Mitsuru turns to regard him sadly.

Dammit. Her voice is quiet and almost pleading. Openly vulnerable in a way that she very rarely allows to show even to him. Akihiko’s heart lurches. He has to remember that he isn’t the only one suffering right now. There might not be anything he can do for Shinji besides sit around being a useless lump, but he can at least make sure his friends make it back safely.

Mitsuru’s tired smile makes everything feel a little more worth it.

He knows that. Mitsuru’s underselling the fact, even– Akihiko thinks back on a number of especially memorably creative threats Shinji has made over aspects of Akihiko’s training regimine or study schedule or diet that he disapproved of. He’d have some very choice words that could have probably scorched Akihiko’s ears down to nothing about how he was acting.

But having that knowledge doesn’t change his plans. He has to be there for Shinji. He has to. He won’t just abandon him again. 

Akihiko and Mitsuru walk side by side as they return to the dorm, the juniors following close behind like ducklings. The sky is just starting to lighten from black to grey along the horizon, and the streets are empty except for their procession. 

Everything is deathly silent until they’re about halfway back to the dorms.

“So, hey… Kirijo-senpai?” Takeba’s voice nearly startles him right out of his skin. He doesn’t miss that Mitsuru looks just as caught off guard, but she’s perfectly recomposed by the time she faces Takeba, gesturing for her to continue. “What did the doctor mean when she talked about Aragaki-senpai’s, uh, ‘condition’?”

Right. None of the juniors know about that, and honestly, Akihiko wishes he could keep it that way. It’s not something he relishes the idea of talking about. Or thinking about. Shinji probably wouldn’t be too nuts about the entire dorm knowing either, but at this point there’s really no way they can keep it a secret.

Besides, it’s Shinji’s own fault for keeping it from them in the first place. 

“Takeba, that’s–” Mitsuru sounds so weary, stretched so thin. “I truly apologize, but the explanation is going to be long and… taxing, and I am– I’m not up to the task at the moment. Once we’ve all had the opportunity to rest, then I’ll explain things. You have my word on the matter.” 

Takeba’s lips fold into a tight line, and for a split second Akihiko thinks she’s about to argue with Mitsuru, accuse her of keeping more secrets. Thankfully, after she spends a moment studying Mitsuru’s expression, Takeba softens. “Okay,” she says. “After school, then?”

“After school,” Mitsuru agrees. She does not sag with relief, but Akihiko knows that she would be if she were alone, or if it was only him around to see it. “We’ll meet in front of the student council office, and depending on how things develop, we can all return to the dorm together or go straight to the hospital to collect Amada. In either case, I'll explain everything as soon as we have a private space for it.”

Everyone agrees on this plan. They resume their march.

Once they make it to the dorm, the juniors trudge inside one by one. Akihiko stops at the bottom step of the landing and doesn’t move until Mitsuru is the last one left outside. 

“You’re going back,” she says.

It’s not a question, so he doesn’t answer. It should be obvious. 

Mitsuru sighs and wilts like she had refused to do in front of the rest of the team, exhausted past the point of maintaining any of the facade of infallibility that she’d normally put up for anyone else. The one that Akihiko thinks only he and Shinji have seen the other side of in a very long time; maybe even since before they had met her. He knows she thinks of it as allowing him to see her weakness, and as much as he wishes she didn’t see it that way (she’s never once been weak), he does understand how much trust she’s putting in him.

And he’s repaying her by leaving her alone. No matter what he does now, he’ll be turning his back on someone who he’d do anything for.

“I’ll make sure to have a doctor’s note written for you, Akihiko.”

“Thank you, Mitsuru. I appreciate it.” The words themselves do so little to convey how much he really means them that it’s downright insulting. He’s going to make this up to her, he swears it– he just has no idea how to say it. “I’ll keep you updated,” he says instead, and turns to start walking.

“A-Akihiko–” Mitsuru sounds close to alarmed suddenly. “I didn’t realize– you’re not planning on coming in at all?”

He blinks back at her, not following. His mind is already halfway down the street along the route back to the hospital.

“I think you should at least change before you go back,” she says quickly. 

He blinks again, then slowly looks down at himself.

Oh. Right. 

His clothes– and Mitsuru’s, for that matter– are still covered in Shinji’s blood. He never would have imagined being able to forget about something like that, but apparently his awareness of it had been shunted aside at some point in favor of– everything else.

Now though, he’s paying back that reprieve plus interest. Everywhere that fabric had been soaked through and dried stiff suddenly feels like sandpaper against his skin– everywhere, that is, except where it had adhered to it instead. He smells metal and salt. The smell can’t possibly be real, but it clogs his nose and drips thick as syrup down the back of his throat all the same. 

He feels sick. He tastes bile.

He doesn’t think he can ever wear these clothes again. 

Mutely Akihiko nods and follows Mitsuru inside. Once he’s safe in his room, he tears out of his ruined clothes, so fast that his skin smarts where they had stuck to him. He crams them in a haphazard pile in the corner and vows to get rid of them later. He probably can’t get rid of the harness, but whatever. Everything else is going straight in the trash. 

Under his clothes, his skin is stained as well.

He runs the shower dangerously hot, but he hardly feels it. He scrubs until his whole body throbs like a bee sting, but it still doesn’t make him feel clean. In the end, he only stops when the steam and heat start to make him so lightheaded that maintaining his balance becomes difficult.

It’s a good thing that the weather has cooled enough for long sleeves, he muses grimly as he sits on his bed and waits for the dizziness to pass; his efforts in the shower have left raw pink welts along his arms and criss-crossed over his torso.

As soon as he can stand without swaying, he dresses and sets out, tugging on his gloves last. He really can't stand the thought of touching anything right now.

He pauses at Amada’s door, and after a moment of deliberation, tests the knob. It’s unlocked. Akihiko tries not to dwell on why Amada wouldn’t have locked his door last night.

He gathers a set of fresh clothes for Amada– the ones he’d been wearing are likely ruined the same way Akihiko’s were. A small pair of beady black eyes watch him from the cage on Amada’s desk. He picks up a stray pumpkin seed from the desktop and holds it against the bars, and the hamster reaches its tiny paws out to snatch it before retreating under a pile of wood shavings. When he leaves Amada's room, he makes a point to close the door as silently as possible.

He avoids looking at the door to Shinji’s room on his way out of the dorm.

[bonefall]

I am a very normal person who gave her real life cats warrior names, and now I am being a very normal person who spends her lunch break translating them into Clanmew:

Owlberry: Huobayab. Huo (eagle owl) + bayab (blackberry/brambles). She’s a big, fluffy, mostly dark brown cat who is motherly and protective but can definitely be very prickly, so I think it fits well. Her real name is Cheesecake.

Batwhisker: Fepfr’hussk. Fepfr (long eared brown bat) + hussk (whisker). The first thing I said upon seeing him, an eight week old bundle of rage, was “Oh my GOD his EARS” so I love this. He’s a tuxedo with big ears and BIG whiskers. His real name is Junior Bacon Cheeseburger. Fun fact: nothing is legally stopping you from naming a cat Junior Bacon Cheeseburger.

Poppyfang: Liafiki. Liafi (poppy) + ki (fang). She’s a calico and her real name is Poptart. This sounds very dainty and pretty which is very accurate to the real cat.

Turtlecloud: this is where I need help; is there a Clanmew word for Turtle yet? Google tells me they’re not native to Britain which genuinely surprised me. Of the introduced species I found on Wikipedia, she vaguely resembles the European pond turtle, she’s a dark tortie with a few specks of very bright orange. Her suffix will be -hai (fat cloud) because good lord she is a fat little cloud. Her real name is Ginger, and she is Poptart’s wikffra.

Hazelsnap: Her prefix was originally meant to reference hazelnuts, but after searching the spreadsheet I love Geehees- (hazel slender moth) for her, because it looks pointy and weird, and the real cat was the pointiest and weirdest animal I ever met, plus she was very small and flighty like a moth. I referenced my silly nickname for her, based on the noise she used to make, to invent the word “grecc”— the “ekh” noise cats make when you startle them, the Activation Noise, a sudden surprise. Geehees’grecc. Her real name was Hazel Grace/Grecc and she has since gone to walk in Starclan, and is squinting at me judgmentally even as I type.

It is such a shame that mainline WC doesn't do more with the idea of a cat carrying multiple names, unironically they should have taken inspiration from Cats: The Musical for that. You are doing the lord's work by sharing the kittypet names, love it

I'll give you two new words plus related terms, just to get a Clanmew phrase for hazel trees out there, though I'd absolutely keep Hazelsnap's prefix as Geehees because that's perfect.

Turtle = Ooba

Turtles are an invasive species in the UK, you're correct! They are released as a product of the pet trade, where they can wreak havoc on water ecosystems. They tend to like ponds and lakes more than rivers, though.

So it's usually ShadowClan that's encountering them, and they have a FAVORITE use for the little guys... their shells make perfect soup bowls.

The word for "Turtle" and the word for "Bowl" are the same. A bowl of turtle soup is an Ooba-en-Soogwa Ooba (Bowl/Turtle-of-Soup Bowl/Turtle). Turtle shells are also valued as decorative dishes, almost like our idea of 'fine china.' It's a morbid joke in ShadowClan that the first food a bowl holds is the turtle that it used to be.

(I need to come up with some kind of phrase similar to "having your own ass handed to you" but it's "Being served in your own shell." "He made you into the bowl AND the soup")

Stumptail's daughter Turtlebelly in Clanmew is Oobaboma. Bowl-Belly.

Unfortunately for Clan cats but FORTUNATELY for the ecosystem, there aren't any turtles in the Lake territory. Not ones that breed, anyway, ShadowClan has immediately killed the 2 or 3 irresponsible releases that have occurred in the past 10 years since they've been here.

Hazel (Corylus avellana) = Ans

One of the most important trees for Clan use. It's a small, thin-wooded plant that makes the PERFECT size for harvest. It's the wood that WindClan tends to use to reinforce tunnels, it's supple and strong enough for use in building, and produces helpful "cob" nuts that can be used as a prey lure.

In BB, Hazeltail's name, her whippy tail like a hazel branch, and young wisdom were taken as a sign that she would one day be a fantastic builder. Since she's not dead in this AU she is going to be rising through the ranks there.

Most Clans don't have a particular word for Hazelnuts. They call them Nekboq Ans. ThunderClan, however, uses them as prey lures on a frequent basis. They call them Ansneb, and it is part of a 3-stem verb "to lure."

Lured/Luring/Will Lure = Ansnebok/Ansnebo/Ansneb

As a prefix in a name, Ansneb is best translated as "Cob" or "Hazelnut," but based on context can mean "alluring," "tempting," or "bait."

[sidecharactersdomatter]

Thoughts I had during TGCF Season 2 Ep 1

I’ve finished my quarter and I am spending my spring break reacting to Season 2! Let’s make this reaction series count!

-Welcome back to Puqi Village people, at morning and known for their chestnuts!  (The best nuts I’ve had outta the packet!)

-We are back at Puqi Shrine people!

-And the Altar is packed!

-Instrumental Hong Jue!!!

-Did he oversleep?

-Aww he’s so lonely! :’(

-Dang.  That is a clear stream

-Eeeeyep, he is thirsty!

-And a water droplet fell past his freaking throat!  They just had to animate that!

-It’s the same ring from last Ep!

-You mean, ‘Gege’ Yeah, I’ve already typed this, “I watch the English Dub religiously” Don’t judge me!

-It is the same ring people!!!

-Oooh he hid it!

-Yep like two years for us in 2023

-Oh her eye bags got deeper and darker

-Welp it just got serious

-Looks like we’re back in heaven

-They added 3D palace shots and camera panning

-Woah that was a really good transition with the bell toll

-I wonder what kept the emperor all season…

-Feng Xin!

-Mu Qing!

-It’s that female Blue robed NPC from Ep 4 on his far left!

-*Looks at how the camera pans up to the Heavenly Capital* My Oc Qing Tao is like: The Oldest Enemy I know, stairs…

-New opening people woo!!!

-New opening animation had me sold!!!  They really improved 2 years later

-I love how the music switches from a majestic powerful orchestra tune to a comical xylophone like leitmotif upon introducing Xie Lian.  To say, “And then there’s that guy.  Then there’s that guy.”

-Social Distancing, Ancient Chinese Pantheon Style

-Man tough crowd today!

-And after every official flees the Trash god, one of my Junior Official OCs, Long He goes, “Huh, who is that dude?”  And then his dad, a Civil God will say, “That dude is the Crown Prince of Xianle.  His highness crown prince Xie Lian!” And then that Civil god begrudgingly brings his palm to his face.

-*Hears Mengyou calling his highness*: Ladies, Gentlemen and Enby friends, Him!

-This has the energy of giving someone a lanyard pass to visit a certain building

-“It’s not that hard!”  “You ascended hundreds of years ago you know better!” “Now keep it with you!”  Only like 4 minutes into the first Ep and that NPC is already getting the best lines.  (More of Lang Qianqiu’s trusty assistant later this season folks!)

-He sounds just like the English actor for Elam, Justin Briner, from the Heroic Legend of Arslan (another awesome historical manga!)  Coincidentally, Elam is also one of Arslan’s most trusted Allies.

-I can’t wait to write more of my ATLA x TGCF crossover, The Scrap Immortal and the Avatar, just imagine the Gaang’s reaction to learning that there’s more than one crown prince worshipped!

-Man, it’s like I always say, “The rumor mill’s always a’runnin!”  Or water wheel since it’s ancient China

-Hi Ling Wen, man what kind of product did she use to hide those eye bags???

-I’ve started reading the Manhua series so, Huh? No cursed shackle?

-It’s been days and you still haven’t found the Moldy faced boy from Episode 3???

-I also can’t wait to write Aangs reaction inside that huge throne room, (“It’s bigger than the one in Ba Sing Se!”)

-Now we’re actually seeing the emperor, the first time was in the Episode 1 flashback near the end

-Now we get the first appearance of Pei Ming, who appeared in the Flashback of Ep 3

-Well that sounded patronizing coming from Pei Ming

-Now Pei Xiu has to reap what he sowed.

-Yep that’s a kill count

-I love how this next scene is basically,

Pei Ming: Your Highness, please tell everyone who accompanied you?  Then Xie Lian starts to compose an alibi:  Ah yes!  I will do that.  It was incredible!  What did we get swept in a sandstorm or something?  Oh yes! It was just a youth in red robes who was knowledgeable about the Ban Yue kingdom.  <- This incorrect quote is inspired by Zuko and Iroh lying to Commander Zhao about the state of their ship in episode 3, The Southern Air Temple.  (Does anyone else think that Xie Lian, is what would happen if you combined both Iroh and Zuko?)

-The face Xie Lian made when he’s trying to keep fibbing and brought his index finger to his cheek that was good body language

-Hi Windmaster.

-Oooh Feng Xin and Mu Qing

-Welp you tried keeping him innocent Xie Lian

-Not as complicated as your love life, maybe I should do a Pei Ming roast count?

-Hey Xie Lian is smarter than you look

-Pei Xiu still wants to protect Ban Yue even facing his impending banishment.

-Ok that line and Pei Ming’s attempt to kick Pei Xiu does seem like an abusive action in my perspective.

-Woah, and that was Jun Wu’s own gavel.

-Well that was a short trial

-Him calling Xie Lian to stay, has the exact energy of a teacher calling one student to stay after class to talk.

-Ling Wen is now talking with Jun Wu

- Now that was a really brief meet up between the Xianle trio.

-Thank you Wind Master, and they are a savage!

-Well he’s still mad

-*Sees Qianqiu still asleep standing up*: XDXDXDXDXD

-Aw he woke him up!

-Don’t worry honey, you didn’t miss much anyway

-How in the heck was he able to doze off through all that shouting. I almost fell asleep in a lecture and that’s nothing compared to TaiHua’s feat

-*Hears Jun Wu speak like*: Oh gods! Why did they have to make him sound so seductive! He’s like an East Asian Belos! (And I’m still busy working on Murder They Cast’s first phase)

-Oh Xie Lian’s expression when Jun Wu talks to him, it’s concerning!

-That soft “forgive me”

-I mean we learned about his huge failure in Season 1

-“How Disappointing!” STOP!!!

-Oooh I didn’t notice this during the rewatch but they played a stringed instrumental version of Bu San.

-Srsly HOW BIG IS HIS FREAKING PALACE?!?!?!

-A mural of heaven

-You gotta love Xie Lian’s modesty

-“Such a low opinion” yep his voice is like liquid gold and it is pure torture!

-“How’d you seduce trouble this time!” That tease in his voice why!!!!

-Aw good for you Xie Lian

-Just you wait till the second half of this season

-It’s their version of shooting a flare gun

-Oooh from left to right is Feng Xin, an unknown person behind him, next there’s Ling Wen(with what happens later in the series), Lang Qianqiu in the middle, Mu Qing is next, then there’s Pei Ming in front of him, and the last guy might be Quan’s Yizhen since he also appears in the 2nd half of the series. I hope I found every martial god

-Also the Thunder Master (my OC Leishi) tends to work part time

-There are retired officials???

-In tsiata (my TGCF x ATLA crossover, The Scrap immortal and the Avatar) Ghost City is more modernized than the Spirit World, since it’s mostly untamed wilderness

-Oh he had balls defending San Lang people

-“Your majesty makes me sound like a little princess” yeah that’s what you are honey

-That pose! I was watching this ep with my older sister and she said, “Man is draping himself!”

-He’s gonna touch the scimitar, isn’t he? (I’ve watched clips of Season 2 before doing my reaction posts)

-And Xie Lian still has the best preferences good on him!

-Xianle trio mention

- And I still think clearing the debt should’ve taken longer, but that’s just my small nitpick

-Yeah nobody round here can keep a secret

- *Sees Jun Wu walk up to Xie Lian reminding him to be careful and puts his hand on his shoulder*: That’s too much pressure!!!

- “I had it erected for you.” James Cheek totally had fun writing Season 2’s script

-I can see why he prefers his own shrine over how massive and opulent his new palace is.

-Hi Windmaster

-Ooh a pond reflection

-Yep that’s your traveling parter

-Then he just fans himself and he instantly slays

-Jacob Eiseman had fun with his performance and ate up every crumb

-Windmaster is Genderfluid Bisexual culture people!

- “Thoroughly~” Yep that just slayed me I’m down

-Yeah Qingxuan’s cultivation backstory is gonna age like curdled milk in Book 4

-Man I just love all of Xie Lian and Shi Qingxuan’s interactions with each other!

-Xie Lian, honey, you are way too good to be a tumor, trust me

-I love how Qingxuan also defended Ban Yue from Pei Ming

-“You were my kind of crazy” I love how Shi Qingxuan and Xie Lian instantly became besties

-Dude, Qingxuan puts the “fun” in function in both forms!

-This is exactly the reason I made my Thunder master OC Leishi female too.

-Now I gotta draw Xie Lian’s female form

-Yeah I react the same when letting a small amount of alcohol in my system

-The witching hour

-To quote a well known assassin Yor Forger, “No way I’m doing this sober”

-That one wrinkled ghost did not age gracefully

-Yeah their burial grounds are in Taiwan, awesome island I definitely need to visit

- Why did they have to design every Heavenly Official to be so Attractive???

-It’s the Spirit World from Spirited Away

-Ghost City would seem like a more modern area than the Spirit World in the Last Airbender

-The heck’s this confetti

-Ooh I like the green dressed spirit with the dark bamboo hat

-Hi Jian Lan

Literally any of my young adults would react to a promiscuous person with just one word in annoyance, “Prostitutes…”

-Honey Xie Lian is already outta your league, try finding someone else that’s your type

-Yeah you didn’t have to tell everyone about your medical condition, heck I don’t even want to picture the Gaang’s reaction after hearing it

-Ghost City is the Las Vegas of Ancient China

-Bouncers

-I love the female NPC that greeted Xie Lian she has a great voice and design

-Oh I know who that is

-He clutched his heart!

-“No thanks~” *Instantly fans myself*

-The camera pan to this throne!!! He is gay and he means business!!!

-James Cheek has ate it up!!!

-The soft “San Lang”

That was an awesome start to the Second Season. Sorry if I haven’t been posting I’m four weeks into my quarter and I also got back into writing fanfic, like the first chap of The scrap immortal and the Avatar. I’ll still do every reaction to Season 2 on weekends!

[kai-atlantis]

I'm late 😬 but I broke my ankle again so JUST PLEASE ACCEPT MY LATE ENTRIES OKI.

CW: grief, language

Artwork by @irunaki who graciously allowed me to borrow her work

FowlFest Day 2 - Diary Day

A Glimpse in Time

Holly ShOrt!!!

1953 

  HI DIARY!!! Today is MaY 3! It's my bIRTHDAY! I'M 32 today and at skool my class sang to me and gave me kandy! Escept for Riles Ross, cause he stole my space bar and ate iT in fronT of ME! >:( so i hit him in his face and all the kids laughed and Miss Persimmon sent me home. :( bUT I CAME HOME WITH CAKE! and its carrot. Mommy says it looks like our hair! :D cause we have orange hair! Daddy gave me a bow n arrow after cake and said I was a natural! Daddy is so strong he could hold me AND MY CAKE TOGETHER! :D then i got in trouble for hitting Riles Ross, but daddy told me later in secret that he was proud of me. :) 

  Anyway Diary, did you have a good day today? I sure hope so cause I did! I would share my cake with you but i dont wanna get cake on your pages :( sorry. BUT YOU CAN SLEEP WITH ME AND FOXY TONITE! we are having a secret sleep over under the bed. Foxy is so CUTEEE. sHH! Dont tell mommy or daddy. It's only for us :) 

  See ya there! 

Holly Short

1983

Today was fucking bullshit. It was so fucking stupid, I almost don't want to make an entry about it, but my therapist claims it's good for my grief to vent my feelings, so, here I am. Venting my fucking feelings. And no. I don't feel better.

So, you want to know why today sucked. Today was my second day at the Academy. The LEP Academy.

I've always known I was going to be an officer, but lately, I've been compelled to do something more than LEPtraffic, or Immigration. Yesterday was already weird enough because I got tons of looks from all the beefheads, but then today, in my Criminal Investigations class, the professor asked us what our goals in the LEP were. Anyone that knows anything knows girls who join the LEP are destined for traffic, or some bullshit area of "policing". We never go further than that… Unless you're Wing Commander Vinyáya. And nobody is as cool as Wing Commander Vinyáya. She's a total babe. Definitely not me.

But anyway, I have other aspirations. Dad was Internal Affairs. Mom's LEPmarine. It's my destiny to be in the force, and if I'm gonna go in, it's go big or go home. So, I answer that I want to be in Recon. And I shit you not - everyone laughed, even the professor. The FUCKING professor.

Fuck.

Why can't a girl be Recon? We're not all airheads. Some of us are actually capable of handling ourselves. Mom always says my aim is deadlier than a stink worm too, so those townies don't know what they've got coming.

Shit. Said, not says. Mom is dead. Stupid mistake.

Whatever.

The only plus side to today was that I ran into Trouble Kelp. He's the hot Kelp brother. An idiot, but he has a good heart. He's a junior, and super famous for his scores. Everyone knows who he is, so you'd expect him to be a total glow slug, right? But he's actually really kind. Some guy tried to trip me in the hall, and before I could punch the daylights outta him, Kelp shoved him into the trash can and swore him off. It was totally cool. He'd make a good partner someday, I think.

OH! Back to Recon. Adding onto today's bullshit, I overheard some rookies going on and on about Commander Root. Apparently he's a tough nut to crack and hasn't ever had a girl in his unit, and he intends for it to stay that way. Well, too bad for him, because I've got my sights on Recon. I work alone, and fly alone. Nobody to bother me, no stinky males and their gross ear cheese. Just me, the wind, and the surface sky.

It's what mom and dad would want.

I hope they're proud.

Oh yeah, one last thing: it's my birthday today. I'm 62 today. Is it super lame that I put up pictures of mom and dad on the table with me? Just so, you know… I'm not alone?

Fuck. Duh. That's super lame.

Hey. I'm back. Don't mind the weird gap between pages. Didn't feel like writing for a bit so I took a nap. But I'm back.

Honestly? I'm a bit mad. And before you ask me in the session: about everything?

Being a girl is hard enough, right? 'cause I'm stuck in this gnarly place of not being pretty enough yet also not being "tough" enough to be accepted by the guys. And I just started. Why should my appearance fucking matter? I'm a fucking hotshot. I'm resilient. I already know how to pilot a shuttle. That's more than these maggots can do.

My dad would've known what to say. I didn't know him that long, really. But still, when I'd spaz out and tussle with other kids, he'd always have my back, and he always knew the right things to say. I wish I had that now, you know? I miss him.

I miss mom. But I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to talk about her death and I won't be forced into it either, k?

Oh yeah, duh. My original point. It's my 62nd birthday, and I'm all alone. There's supposed to be some junior thing at a pub in the city. Juniors. Not rookies like these dorks. Mom would kill me if I went.

Hah. Guess I should rebel and go make some friends then? Maybe Trouble will be there? Not that I'm into him or anything. Just a friend or two would be nice.

Anyway. I've got basics in the morning.

Night, journal. See ya.

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

Niko is leaning against the wall, crossing her arms, she stares at someone. She’s a red head with blond highlights (due to magic). By her body language, Niko know she is a naive and clueless person. This person is her ex-friend. Why does fate have to be so hard on her by having her see Enya again? She doesn’t really like her. At all. Niko knows that Enya tries to please people for her own good, that annoyed her because it’s leads to trouble. Right now, Enya is asking around many of the pedestrians, the citizens of Townsville to make them believe in fairies and fairies can be trusted but to no luck. Especially since the Staryummies incident. Niko watch as Enya choking on her emotions and then a couple of seconds later, the tears are streaming down on Enya’s face.

Niko rolls her eyes and keeps her thought to herself, then suddenly something caught Niko’s attention. A whimsical yet powerful melody.

“Magic Winx! Enchantix!” Said a scowling Enya. Niko reacts with a shock look of disbelief on her face, that Enya is transforming into a fairy in front of people. Niko covers her eyes from witnessing the transformation, but it is too late for those who saw it. The crowd becomes visibly uncomfortable because Enya flashed at them.

“NOW DO YOU ALL BELIEVE IN FAIRIES NOW?!” Enya says angrily, finishing her transformation to reveal to them her fairy form. The child’s eyes burn and sobs, hugging his mother because he questioned why would Enya do that. Another civillain film the transformation and take pictures on his cellphone. Niko kicks the civilian in the nuts.

“Waaaaaahhhhhh!”

Enya’s face turns pale with fear and mouth dry up as she heard the monotonous sound of the police siren and the reactions on the humans show that she disturb the peace in the street, rather than be in awe. Enya fly away, not wanting to get caught. Niko frowns and follows Enya, to make sure Enya doesn’t cause any troubles to her city.

“Hey!” Niko exclaimed. “Are you trying to gets a criminal record, after becoming a hero? Because you’re disturbing my city,”

Enya see Niko and feels embarrassed and ashamed. “I was trying to get my Believix form?”

Niko raised an eyebrow and assume Enya is going crazy. “Believix?” Niko asked, and this cause Enya listed all the fairy forms to Niko. Niko feels dizzy and her head hurts from the informations drilling into her head. Niko exchange Enya informations on who to not target and reasons why there are those who don’t reveals themselves as magic users and magical creatures. Then she warns them about the kaiju attacks.

“KAIJUS?!?” Said Enya.

Niko is not surprised by Enya’s reaction because she been living in Townsville for a year now, and she did not know about kaiju occasionally attacking the city.

“Yeah, one time Stella Junior scarred the Kaiju for life accidentally by doing what you did just now.” Niko added. Enya starts to come up with an idea. What if she fight kaijus in order to win the heart of the people? Then everyone will believes in magic and fairies, so she becomes a powerful Believix Fairy.

Suddenly a giant Staryummy appears in Townsville, unintentionally rampaging the city. Immediately, Dexter with his mech and Buttercup (wearing building machinery made by her hubby) beats up the Staryummy. Niko see this and is going to evacuate the civilians so that Dexter and her godmother, Buttercup can handles it. “Enya, we need to- ENYA?!” Niko instructed, but turned to a shout of calling her name as Enya interfere in Dexter and Buttercup’s job.

Enya punches super hard and sprinkle fairy dusts onto the giant Staryummy, reversing him back to normal size. Niko facepalmed herself because Enya went ahead without thinking. Now Niko knows how Ethan felt with her.

“Hey! What gives?!” Said Buttercup, angry towards Enya for ruining her and her husband’s moment of saving the day. Enya glared back at Buttercup. “YOU’RE WELCOME!” Enya snapped. Niko gasped and get between the two in order to not let it escalate. “Enya, no! This is one of Townsville’s active hero, also known as our senior,” Niko explained. “Oh,” Enya said flatly. “And my godmom!” Niko continued, making Enya dropped her jaws on the revelation.

Buttercup looks at Niko, her goddaughter and demands an explanation. “Niko, is that pixie your friend?” Buttercup asked.

“No, she is not my friend,” Niko answered.

“Then she is not a new recruit for your team?” Buttercup replied back.

“Obviously! She is sucks at learning the ropes!” Niko responded, which upset Enya. “I just need help,” said the Fairy of Blue Fireworks/Fairy of Sapphire Stones. Niko is offended as she took Enya’s words as an offensive to Camp Synonymous. Worst of all, her big brother, Ethan.

“WTF Enya?! The camp was your help, and still is,” Niko snapped at Enya. “Have you learned anything in the Second Summer Program? Or you flush it in the toilet, and it went down the drain? I can’t believe you took it for granted!”

“Help in achieving Believix to saves Marianne!”, Enya corrected herself, then covers her mouth, surprising both The Chemical X Super and the cambion.

“Marianne? What about her? Enya, what happened to the temporary camp counsellor?” Niko asked, calming down a bit.

Enya closed her eyes out of shames. “Marianne became evil because of me, by giving the Dragon’s Flame. It was an accident.” Enya explained.

“Wow. I never thought you would do that. A hero creating their own villain. That is the biggest mistake a hero ever made.” Niko criticized Enya. Buttercup and Dexter frown, looking disappointed with Niko for her callousness. Enya fly away, out of conflict with the fact Niko says this, and find another way to achieves Believix.

“Niko, you better apologize to her right now, otherwise she will do something regrettable,” Buttercup advised. “At the same time, you will regret it for the rest of your long life.”

“She always runaway and disappear from her problems!” Said Niko.

“And someone else will cleans it up for you?” Buttercup called her out, causing Niko to flinched.

“…….. Fine,” said Niko, who is now searching for Enya.

Enya of Eraklyon belongs to @gloriousdreamunknown

Niko Corduroy and Marianne of Domino (mentioned) belong to @froppy-butterflyfan2000 (me)

Ethan Corduroy (mentioned) and the designs of Buttecup McPherson, Dexter McPherson, and Dexter’s mech belong to @ej-cappy-universe

Sequel to:

[z1mmie]

someone needs to do a timeline of fantasy high cuz some of the ages, relationships, and events they're setting up in junior year DO NOT match up. this is only 3 years of time but some of the stuff isn't working in my head.

When did sophomore year take place again? how old are all the kids? the adults? fabian is EIGHTEEN at the BEGINNING of junior year??? am i the only one who found that crazy?

i feel like i'm going nuts. (i wasn't thinking about it til i saw a post by @yak-leather-whips)

i legitimately do not have time to do it myself or i would but i hope someone does some sort of timeline soon!

[breesays]

DATE is a four-letter word

I've long had a problem with sex treated as either precious and revered or just animalistic expression - what "makes us human." I didn't have the desire, the drive, so it MUST BE precious to me, right? (NO.) I think (romantic) relationships are seen in the same kind of limited, binary way - you're dating (that makes it official or serious or whatever) or else there's hooking up / friends with benefits. There's such pressure to define it, to legitimize it. To attach it to some well-worn track.

What if you just want to do a trial run to see how well a person fits into your life, and how well you fit into theirs?

What I hate about dating is it feels like an audition, and I don't want to perform. There's also a pre-determined cultural script that I always feel compelled to buck against, even if I am HAVING A GOOD TIME.

Would you like to join me on this experience that I find enjoyable? I would do it with or without you, but maybe if we do it together we could talk about it, laugh about it?

I fear that many of the dates I have been on, have been in the name of "content creation bliss." I wanted to have a story to tell. I didn't date before I had readers, followers. Or, I did, but for rides, social buffers -- the intent was never coupledom. Or social capital -- look, I TRIED. I am PARTICIPATING.

One time a musician friend told me there was a rumor we were dating.

"Oh," I said, "Have you taken me anywhere nice?"

"No, I'm an asshole."

I didn't want to date him, though, and I certainly didn't start the rumor. I kissed him a few times and that was nice, but was it because we weren't sleeping together, the only other option available to gossipers was dating? The description suffered from a lack of creativity.

I've told this story a few times, but on the first day of junior high, the motley crew who had, through no strategy or loyalty, assembled at a six-seater picnic bench after acquiring corn-nuts or fro-yo or whatever else we were passing as "lunch" had a topic of discussion. Who, Karen (real name) wanted to know, was going to get a boyfriend first? It was a betting situation, even though all of us already spent our lunch money.

They unanimously decided it was me, which I deduced could only be because of my physical appearance (blond hair, blue eyes, white) and not my sparkling personality. I felt weird about it because I didn't WANT a boyfriend, but they acted like it was something that would just HAPPEN to me.

I did not "get" a boyfriend until I was 23. Or 25. But Karen was right, it just happened to me.

[makoredeyes]

Aaaand a batch of Weirder Asks! :D 1, 21,22, 43

WEIRDER ASKS!!!! (MOAAARR!)

1- who is your comfort character- at this point its mainly OC's...which I never imagined possible. A Titanfall OC I keep to myself these days because people? kept? stealing? him? and more recently a Destiny OC. These guys just chill in my head and talk smack with my friends. Mainline Fandom, tho, probably Vincent Valentine from FFVII. He is my namesake, and there will always, ALWAYS be a special place in my heart for him. <3 21- Something I've kept since childhood- A lot of things, actually. I'm super neruospicy (autistic I think? gotta get that checked still) and so I hold onto stuff pretty aggressively. I have gel pens from junior high. I think my favorite is a handful of toy dinosaurs though. Most are packed away but my favorite is a smaller 'juvenile' T-rex that now lives in one of my potted plants here in my office. 22- What type of person are you? - what type of question is that?! I'm actually ridiculously shy and introverted and do not mingle well with people. I'm a "Weird Kid". I hyperfixate. I get a little too opinionated often. I do not communicate well verbally. Tumblr is a good place for me. It's much easier online to meter my ongoing efforts to be friendly and outgoing with people. :) 43- What's your take on spicy food? - I am white as a sheet of paper, and of Nordic origin no less, so I am pretty weak with spicy food. But I like what I can handle! so I am working on gradually building up tolerance so I can take more. I have discovered I love gochujang on everything and I live in an area with a LOT of access to GOOD, authentic Mexican food (and a lot of various Asian cuisines too) so it only benefits me to nut up a bit. That said, a single slice of pickled jalapeño also sends me into uncontrollable hiccups for about an hour DX It's a party trick of mine.

[hihigherdi]

I’m watching Break Point on Netflix and it is bringing up so many memories. I played three hours of tennis everyday, started when I was 7 and ended when I was 17. I actually got into college for it but never showed up, another proud Diane moment. Anyway. We’d go to tournament after tournament, driving in older kids’ cars, getting housed by other tennis parents. Stuff that would never fly now for sure but back then, things were so much different. 

Tennis parents are - in a phrase - mostly crazy. A girl named Kathy’s parents were totally insane - I beat her in the third set in a tournament in Yakima Valley, 7-6 tie breaker. My mom didn’t come to that tournament and the court was far away - after the match, Kathy’s mom pushed me down a flight of stairs. I got a concussion and my mom threatened her with a restraining order.  An older boy’s dad was completely off the rails, he bought his son a Corvette because his kid was winning a lot, but when he lost an important match? The dad smashed the windows in with his racket. So. Many. Stories. 

My mom was also nuts about it (my dad hardly came to any of the tournaments). I was playing doubles with my best friend Molly - I was 10 or 11 - and we were in the finals in a tournament in Bend, Oregon. I had qualified for Sectionals in singles, a fairly big deal, and my mom called and said I had to skip the doubles final and come home to rest and prepare for Sectionals. Sobbing, I didn’t want to make Molly or her mom mad - her mom snapped at me and said it was my decision. I was a fucking child, but I went home and a day later, I remember my mom driving to Molly’s house and had a screaming match with her mom. They were friends but not after that.  Another time, I was headed down to Oregon for another tournament on a train with another little girl and Mount St Helens erupted. Someone opened a window and ash came pouring in - all I remember is how dark the sky turned and how cool but scary it was. 

We played at a club called Town and Country where Rick Johnson was the coach. We were all sponsored by Fila and Dunlop and got free rackets and clothes - he’d ask us to do a fashion show all of the time, I remember being weirded out because the clothes were so sheer but whatever, everybody was in the same embarrassing boat. I was the littlest one, years younger than the rest. My brother played, my sister didn’t - he was incredibly good and was in it to win. I went because my mom said that’s what we were to do, so I never really felt like I had a choice. Sometimes we’d even go before school to practice, between 5-7am and then back again from 3-6pm, every weekday. She always said it was to keep us out of the house, away from my dad and I do believe that. I think it was also part of her dream that she was part of a family who played tennis, wealth, etc. 

Rick was an excellent coach. We ran drills until we’d throw up on the side of the court which I guess looking back wasn’t a great thing but he was such a great teacher and he loved the game so much. His team was renowned for being great in the Juniors, several players went on to Nationals and several turned Pro. We’d go over to his apartment all of the time and watch TV and stuff, I was there constantly and he got us some cool opportunities when pros came to town to play. I was a ball girl for Martina Navratilova once- I think I am spelling that name correctly - and she asked for me to be removed because I was moving around too much. wa wa.

My brother and I did have a moment of fame -- there was a National tournament called the Equitable where brothers and sisters played against other brother-sister matches, and if you won, you ended up at the US Open to play on a National level. My brother and I were good but mostly, we got along really well. We decided that was the edge we needed and it worked. We played the final at Flushing Meadows in NY and we won the whole thing, and the whole stadium watched while they waited for the women’s final. It’s still kind of surreal that happened. I have vague recollection of my mom staying in the hotel because she was so nervous. Now that I think about it, my dad wasn’t there - how weird is that? We were in the local news and I remember a reporter writing the most horrible article about us and how elite the game is. He wasn’t wrong but it was pretty vicious. 

After that - I think I was 13 or 14 - Rick came over to our house and grabbed a big poster of us with the other winners. It turns out earlier that day, it had been discovered that he sexually abused several of the girls on the team and was peeking at the girls showering through a window. He was chased off and out of town and never heard from again. Nothing ever happened with me which is kind of crazy, I think I was the only one he didn’t mess with. My mom was furious he took that poster. 

I remember my left arm being freakishly more muscular than my right (I am left-handed). At 10 years old, I was serving and volleying which was kind of unheard of for a kid that age. I was good but I didn’t care, I was there for the boys and the dances and I loved it when people watched me but when they stopped, I stopped caring, Not exactly a winning instinct (which makes me laugh so hard as I write that.)

In high school, I started choking. I hated to play and the angrier my mom got when I lost, the more fucked up and scared I was. It was like I was frozen. The day I told her I quit, she was coldly furious. She called me a quitter and didn’t ever really like me too much again after that. Looking back, I get it - she had invested so much money and time, driving me an hour a day back and forth, so many tournaments, and I was quitting before I even got into college. I didn’t realize it at the time but we were broke and I wonder now if she wanted me to try to get a scholarship. She kind of dropped me at that point which is when I found other places to be my Senior year, for the most part, I was rarely home. I figured out how to apply to the UofW,  it was the only school I knew about and was so mentally ill/traumatized at that point, didn’t do much exploration of anything outside of that. When I was waitlisted I panicked and called the tennis coach there who helped me get in. My brother went on to play there and still plays a lot today. 

I have literally not played since the last match before I quit. Maybe I’ll see what it feels like again. 

[tomhardyitalia]

📸 Lynsay McEven on facebook

Fan pic di oggi 05/03/2023

What a weekend!!!!! Nuts yesterday great race lots of fun and got to see so many people I adore (including Tom Hardy) and then OCR awards last night.

Brilliant to see Karen McQuarrie pick up 3rd in the women’s series

So proud to see British Obstacle Sports recognised for all of the amazing work that everyone does to support our amazing sport

Was awesome to see Dave Peters and James Burton pick up awards for the junior British champs, that event is the future for our kids and so proud to play even a small part in it.

Fit Body Farm Freestylers OCR and Hyrox won best facility ….. for all of 5 seconds until we realised in a truly Oscar re-enacting moment that we were in fact amazing runner up to the mighty Nuclear. But what an achievement. Well done Gavin Hogarth proud as punch to train with you and in my eyes you have THE best facility hands down. Bring on Tartan Warrior UK

And if that wasn’t enough our little volunteer led Scottish OCR community managed to come runner up in community of the year!!!!!!

And then …… I somehow managed to bag myself OCR Volunteer of the Year AND OCR personality of the year !!!!!!

I just wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone that voted I am beyond grateful. There are so many people that were deserving, so much so I didn’t think I stood a chance, being up against some proper legends that I love dearly. I came into this sport to have some fun never did I imagine I would fall so hard for it (sometimes literally!!!! )

Well done Alan Moore and Ian Kay for a really fun night. 🥳🥳🥳

#TomHardy #obstaclemudrunner #havoc #thebikers #v3

[gracegrove]

People going nuts about the gender inclusive swim line at Target (or any other store selling similar items) should lose access to gender inclusive clothing for themselves and/or their children.

Because 1. At the end of the day, clothing is just clothing and it's downright ridiculous that you want to froth about a swim bottom with a tag on it that says "tuck compatible" or a swim top with greater hold. Also 2. There may arguably also be cisgender individuals that appreciate this kind of designing in clothing too... It's not some queer powered cabal (it was designed and marketed by a corporation...). Individuals may want greater skin coverage of certain areas for a better sense of self, want or prefer different cuts or styles (ie, not liking stringy tops and preferring sporty tops), wanting to feel secure in what they wear, and also maybe they just think it looks cute and that they look equally cute in it. Plain and simple.

I can remember shopping one day as a kid, around maybe 6 or 7 and my mom becoming upset because each pair of jeans she pulled off the rack to have me try all had curves built into them. Whereas the school year before at this same shop and same section, we were able to simply buy jeans. Straight legged, denim jeans for a child. And now all the girl's jeans had curvature. "a figure." A silhouette.

I already have issues as someone cisgender with finding clothing that I like because I don't fit the current trending ideal of the female figure. My breasts and backside are too large that swimwear looks like a crappy X-rated pinup attempt on my figure. Finding sports bras with enough support is difficult. I'm currently working on weight loss goals but am getting all the issues of things look really cute and like something I'd want to buy and wear, but it's never offered above a size XL. Or if it's offered in larger sizes they alter the design just enough that it's not technically the same, and by that point you're not sure you even want it or look good in it anymore. Like??? Especially in terms of intimate wear and swimwear I love greater coverage, I need it also to just be admitted to public spaces... So like why are these people complaining about clothes that literally are something I've been looking for for years?

So the next time someone's digging around in the junior's telling their daughter "you need something less revealing or more modest or etc ..." I hope they can't find it.