#oh and this thing is off-site of a major city

[spotaus]

Thinking I might redesign and/or finally design a smarter base for ec-4o!Dust. Because a farm-house is funny, but doesn't make much sense anymore.

So, I think it's smarter to have an old government base as his location. It'd have good space for storage when Blue eventually comes along, a bunch of old firearms for Dust's obsession, and would be a safe and defensible location as long as Dust's Paps keeps an eye out for intruders. It makes sense for a lot of plot points too, and adds an extra symbolic layer?

Like, Dust being there, he wasn't familiar with the government so he just clears out and burns whatever is left in the "office space" so he can make it into a house. He patrols the other two or three buildings every once in a while, but for some reason he doesn't know, folks avoid the place like the plague. He lives the solitary life he wanted.

Then Blue shows up, and he lets him and Rust share the space with him, for supplies and money in turn. Society is rebuilding, and Dust is gonna need to catch up. Blue has no clue why it's intimidating for his shop to be set up in an old government lab. He's unaware of the implications, but he's such a friendly guy that customers eventually warm up to him. The scariness of the government is lessened, because the old government that destroyed the country is gone, and now there's a kind soul helping others in its place. Rebuilding trust and comradery unknowingly.

And later on when other characters interact with the space, it gets Life in a way it never had. When Ink gets his hands on it and paints murals on the walls of the workshop in vibrant colors. Saejun is my favorite, because when he moves in, the other extra workshop is transformed into a garden, a green-house. He does hydroponics and breathes life slowly but surely back into the dead dirt, flowers cracking through the concrete style. It's a bright green spot that branches out in all directions like veins. Plants grow up the sides of the office, and harmless nature-creatures reside there.

When Cross, and Error, and Night and Dream find this place, when they're repaired, it has very little life. They're afraid of the war just as the organics are. Will it happen again? Are these people tampering with our codes? But no. They get to see this place turn into a home. Shelter others. Recreate lost things from scratch. It's a paradise they never got to see in their lifetimes. It was never in their calculations.

And then when Geno and Reaper show up. Geno, a guy who'd been stripped of his whole life, forced to start and finish a war that took millions of lives. The answers he seeks are all in an old government building, a place that ruined his life. He swore he'd see things to the end, though, so he approaches it expecting the worst. And instead of government officials that somehow escaped his vengeful wrath, he finds a ragtag group of monsters and robots, who are living peacefully in the location. Some of them resent him for what he did, but others accept him with open arms. He's not sure how to react for a long time. The belief that something good prospered through the war us unthinkable.

Then Reaper. He's under the belief that tech is his enemy. He was raised to resent the robots, even before the war. The war only proved his family right. And so seeing this place, with robots living freely? It made him furious. He'd been stripped of his weapons after attempting an attack, though, so he had to bide his time. And yet, the longer he stayed, the more he heard of each robot's story. How they were manipulated, and had their very essence altered. Their bodies and functions forced to do something they never wanted to. That struck a bit closer to home. But it was Saejun and Axe that really hit hard for him. Axe was raised in a Cult. That was what he'd called it. One that made him believe things that harmed him. One that forced him to do things against his will. For everyone else this was a place of relaxation, but for Axe it was a place of healing. And Reaper realized, begrudgingly, that Axe's story felt a lot like his own. And maybe, just maybe, he might've been in the wrong.

And idk this place that once brought so much fear, a place where robots were customized for a horrible war? One that Dust barely survived, one that Blue was too young to remember, one that everyone either participated in or was forced to live through? The place that started it all heals the damage done by it. Smth smth story symbolism?

Oh, one last thing: Lust's recovery was initially meant to be in a hidden room of the farm-house, but now I'm thinking there was a scrap room in the warehouses that no one ever got to, and Lust was put in there because his model was just too impractical for the remodeling for war-machines. There's a lot in that room like him, but he's the only one with his files still in his ecto. So, his experience with this place is jarring too. Last he remembered, he was being ushered into a building with other ectos, and they were being scrapped. Now he wakes up in the same location, but none of that horror is to be seen, instead replaced with a bright workshop and even brighter eyes looking him over worriedly. He was freed from his programming constraints while Blue worked on him, so he has to learn to be an actual person, and this place he was sent to to become a pile of scraps became his first real home.

[on-the-clear-blue]

Original idea coming from @the-witchhunter and then added on to by many others.

Dead Man's Diner

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Danny was tired okay? It may very well be his own damn fault but he can't keep waking up during daylight hours, while yes, he can fully be up and sitting at a desk, the likelihood of him waking up getting shouted at by his boss for sleeping on the job was astounding.

So at 19 years old, freshly jobless, Danny said Fuck it and moved away from Amity Park, Valarie was more than willing to handle the few ghosts that still came through the portal since he became the King.

You might be wondering, why isn't Danny filthy rich and rolling in it as the ghost king? Two words, the Observants.

Those flouting eye bastards had moved in and said that unless he was the king full time, he was unable to access the vaults of the Infinite Realms.

So once again, 19, freshly jobless and wanting to get out of Gotham? Danny was very lucky to have friends that love him far to much, Sam and Tucker both pitched in to move him out to where they had chosen to do collage.

*Gotham* oh Sam was in love with the place, the architecture, the people, (and maybe a certain green supervillian that was determined to make the city better) and Tucker was obsessing over being in the same city as Wayne Enterprises, trying his best to get into their internship program by his own merit rather than just hacking himself into it.

And Danny? He was loving it for a slightly different reason.

While the death rate was unfortunately high in Gotham, that also meant that the amount of passive ectoplasim generated by the deaths was massive, it was almost as rich as back in Amity Park with the portal into the ghost zone!

(Oh and the many job opportunities but Danny was a little less worried about that.)

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Letting out a sigh, Danny scrubbed at his eyes as he leaned back into his chair, another job he had to turn down due to it being shady as all get out.

4 hours and he was getting payed 200 bucks? Major criminal vibes from that...

Taking a moment to get himself balanced, Danny leaned back and looked to the clunky laptop that Tucker had given him, it was modified to hell and back, so it still ran quickly, but it sure as he'll wasn't pretty.

Clicking on yet another job listing, Danny paused as he felt a shiver run down his spine, and a blue mist pass through his lips, blinking, he twisted around to look at the spare room of Sam's apartment, Ghosts tend not to get close enough to him to trigger the ghost sense in Gotham...

Seeing nothing, Danny turned back to his laptop only to find a piece of paper stuck to the screen with tape, freezing at first, the dark haired man sighed deeply, peeling it off he held it close as he read it.

[Help wanted at Big C's Dinner! Looking for a night cook that knows their way around a kitchen!]

There was a few more lines that Danny's eyes skimmed over, picking up the location that it was at, it even had a decent pay, but he paid more attention to the scribbled on note at the bottom of it.

[Daniel, head to this place at 12 am tonight. While the Observants said that you may not touch a single coin in your vaults, they side nothing of your properties.]

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So Danny knows how to handle himself, he has fought many, many people and still came out half alive, but even he felt a little on edge coming down to the railroad tracts in Gotham, because apparently that was were Big C's dinner was at...which he apparently owned? Clockwork works in mysterious ways that Danny was so done trying to figure out.

Stepping up to a bit of abandoned tract, he blinked a few times at the site of Big C's.

It was a decent sized Dinning Car, with a ramp that attached itself to a proper street, it had peeling green paint and dirty white accents with charming rusted steel connecting it to the tracts, the only thing new looking on it was a bit banner stretched across it, stating the name "BIG C'S ALL DAY EVERY DAY BREAKFAST CART! OPEN 24/7!"

The windows were close off by tinted yellow blinds, but he could still see light coming through them. Stepping up the ramp Danny felt the cart under him shudder and something inside of him fluttered, and by the time he was opening the door he could feel the reason why.

The very cart was *alive*, taking a quick breath, Danny could practically taste the energy from it, there was a buzzing undercurrent of excitement that rung through the whole cart.

A little unprepared for his, Danny just smiled warily, "Uhh, hey there? Anyone around?" In response to his words the cart shuddered, the blinds dancing up and down and he could hear the squeel of the wheels.

"O-okay then, um my name is Danny Fenton...Clockwork sent me?" There was another flapingnof the blinds, and the small wooden flap that let people into the back lifted up suddenly before clacking down loudly.

Taking a steadying breath, Danny slipped through the bar and into the back.

It was surprisingly clean and orderly, the stove and fryer looked over than his parents but well maintained, the flat top was perfectly scrubbed and was already heating up.

As Danny looked around, he felt a familiar shiver run down his spine, looking around once more, Danny fell into a fighting position as he spotted the figure of a familiar foe

"Lunch Lady? Aren't you a little far from home? What did your order of fist not come in?" The bright rings of light around Danny's waist swirled into life as he went into his ghost form.

He got a thrilling grin from the older apparition, but she only crossed her arms, "While we can tumble later little King, Lord Clockwork sent me personally, said you need a bit of help learning how to cook? And ain't nobody better slinging food than me, dead or alive!"

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Down in the dripping depths of the cave system deep under Gotham, one Bruce Wayne, still in his Batsuit sat in front of the Bat Computer, eyes glaring at a map of Gotham.

He had been tracking a strange energy pattern that made its way through Gotham, he had first thought it was some sort of layline, but the more that he tracked it the more he realized it was closer to watching a person's walking patterns, sometimes following roads, and sometimes crisscrossing through streets and alleyways.

But tonight that power signal tripled in size, off-putting energy that Bruce hadn't seen it done before, tapping the com on his ear, he spoke clearly "Nightwing, take Red Robin and investigate the coordinates I am sending the both of you, observe it, I just got a massive spike in an energy at that location."

There was silence for a moment before the com crackled and his sons responded "Got it B! Me and RR needed a little time together huh Babybird?"

There was a quiet hum from Tim, before the teen spoke "On route Batman, after this I am heading in, we have a meeting with a suspect in the morning B, Vlad Masters has been poking around Gotham."

[vixen-tech]

if you want to -- maybe AUTO with a botanist reader? i just think it'd be so interesting how it would play out !! u dont have to, so only do it if u want to!!

🩹 anon

To be Loved, To Maybe be Changed (Auto x Botanist!Reader)

Oh that certainly is a concept!! It's a great one for Auto to, this put an entire storyline in my head that I think justifies breaking out the oneshot format rather than headcanons. Which works out great because I think out of all the Ai's I've written for, he would need the most 'set up' from how not-sentient he's protrayed in Wall-E. Anyways grab a snack floks this is a long one

It had been many generations since the Axium returned home to earth. Humans, robots, and the all important plant finding themselves back on soil, populating the deserted planet once more.

Things have changed since then. The human body began readapting to earth's gravity, the majority of buildings around the landing site have been fixed up and inhabited, and most importantly: the city is covered in plants. Grasses sprout between broken walkways, invy weaves its way up repurposed skyscrapers, gardens spill out of every available alleyway, a gaint tree stands where that first plant took root all those centuries ago. Each year it seems the sky gets a little more blue.

The ever diversifying flora had captivated you ever since you first had the words to describe it. As soon as you had a say so, you began studying it. Dispite the flourishing growth, any sort of plant husbandry was still something of a lost art. You lived off of the ancient manuals and beginners guides that eventually made their way out of the Axium's archives.

Yet even those could only do so much for you when most of the crops that had evolved from that first seedling had taken forms a far cry from their original pre space-age forefathers. It became your life's mission to learn how to best take care of these new cultivars and of course, spread the knowledge (and hopefully passion) for botany that you had gained throughout your life.

That was what fueled your visits to the Axium. Still parked at the foot of that monumental tree, it had been transformed into something of a community center. With most of its facilities still running and new services offered everyday. You often came to drop off your experimental findings, teach classes, and check to see if other botanists had done the same. Why you began exploring the depths of the halls that one fateful day, you still don't know.

The spaceship was massive, clearly a crowning jewel of its time. To this day many rooms remained unused and largely blocked off. The bustle and warmth of public spaces giving way to dust and insect nests as you roam through areas no longer needed. Bathrooms too far from the people to warrant upkeep, storage rooms that were once filled with replacement parts for the robots that now walked side by side with humans. And at the end of your journey, the captain's quarters.

The door was practically sealed shut with age, and the room behind it was hardly any better. The air attacked you with a cloud of dust once you finally managed to shove open the door, and no matter how much you rubbed your eyes there still appeared to be an almost foggy looking quality to the room.

That's when you found Auto.

He was still dangling from the ceiling above a control panel you doubt still worked. You had seen and befriended many robots before, they were just as common as humans in the city nowadays with remarkably little tension between them. Recognizing that the innert steering wheel in front of you was once one, your heart ached. You were no mechanic, but surely you had to at least try to get him up and running again. What can you say, you were always a bit of a bleeding heart.

After carefully detaching him from the ceiling you carried what was essentially an inanimate hunk of metal all the way back home with you. People stared, sure, but they kept any questions or judgments to themselves as you made your way home.

Your residence was rustic, to say the least. A fairly rundown shack renovated into a makeshift greenhouse. Produce and flowering plants alike overflowed from their neat rows of pots on benches. Some were for you, more were to sell, all were part of research in one way or another.

You loved walking through your own little botanical garden to get to your living quarters. The moment you pass through the front doors you're always hit with a wave of earthy freshness. The smell of petrichor and pollen greeted you (and your new... friend?) just as it always did. Never once failing to make you feel at home.

Your living quarters themselves were similarly homey. Not drastically bigger than a hotel room, it's a modest living area with a kitchen tucked in the corner and two doors along the wall. One leading to a compact bathroom, the other your bedroom. Some may call it cramped, but to you it's cozy. You spent most of your time in the greenhouse anyway.

That might have been the only day you mourned your lack of space. As if he were a friend you had to drag home after a night of drinking, you placed Auto on the couch. Promising to yourself that you'd do your best to fix him up. You'd probably have to give him some wheels to, since you ripped him from the ship. Well, your life could always use some more excitement.

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Your knowledge of machinery had definitely improved over the past few weeks. On all accounts you were extraordinarily lucky that he was in such good shape. Age had rendered most of his circuits unusable, but isolation kept them from becoming unrecognizable. Night after night you would come home with a new part and with surgical delicacy, swap it out for its damaged counterpart.

You had heard stories from the time of the Axium. You knew of the 'evil autopilot program that tried to trap humanity in space'. You knew that you were probably trying to fix said evil autopilot program. It may have been the weeks of one sided bonding, but you didn't buy it. Surely at worst he was just following orders. And who knows, maybe with some free will he might be able to turn over a new leaf.

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"What happened?" His voice was striking, deep and inhumanly regular in a way that was still seen a trademark of artificial speech. He was upright on the wheeled body you attached him to, the red eye (camera?) at the center of his face seemed to scan you up and down before doing the same to the room around him.

The cocktail of pride and anxiety had yet to leave your chest. You attempted to explain, "Well I fixed you-"

"Before that." He interrupted. Slowly wheeling himself to the living room window, still unsure of the new addition you had made to his body. "Where are we?" He added.

You should have been prepared for that one. "We're on earth, in my house." You watched with apprehension as he stared out the window. The steering wheel that made his outer body clicked back and forth as if he were swaying in thought.

"Earth is habitable." His voice lacked strong inflection, you were unsure if he was asking you a question or stating the fact to himself.

"It has been for a long time." You said as gently as you possibly could. "You were... on that ship for centuries, a lot has changed since then."

If he was listening to you, he made no effort to show it. Instead continuing to look outside as if he were zoning out in thought. "There are plants", he observed.

The view out that window wasn't remarkable by any means. Just some grass and a few odd trees before the city's skyscrapers blocked your line of sight. But the mere mention of plants was always enough to get you excited. "Oh if you're interested in plants you should see this." Gesturing for him to follow you as you opened the door to your greenhouse.

He paused for a moment before trailing behind you.

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Auto made for a strange guest. With no astro-cruise to run he spent a considerable amount of time staring at you while you worked. It was only as you were measuring the pH of your plants' soil that you began narrating your work to him. It started as a way for you to simply diffuse the tension and explain why you were so invested in the vegetation.

He made for a good wall to rant to. You didn't have many close friends and certainly none as into botany as you, most other botanists spent as much time with their garden as you do. But thankfully, no matter how much you asked if you were being annoying, he would repeat that "The information is important, please continue." All while focused on whatever orchid you made the subject of your newest lecture. You did make it clear that he was free to leave at any time.

He never did.

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Your first trip to the Axium since Auto's reactivation was an awkward one, at least on your part. When you announced that you needed to go to drop off your latest batch of research he requested to could come with, one of the first things he asked of you since waking up.

Perhaps you shouldn't have been surprised, Auto had barely took a step outside your home. Relying instead on you and whatever books or documentaries you had to fill him in on what the world had become. Who were you to deny him some fresh air?

Although you had grown much more comfortable around him you were still anxious to hear what he thought of everything. And as always his judgment came in the form of definite reports. It was all "Humanity is stable." Or "Plant life is flourishing." If he had any semblance of opinion, he didn't tell you about it.

He didn't behave much differently on the Axium, continuing to trail you like a lost duckling and thoroughly scan the surroundings. It wasn't until you met up with a fellow herbalist that he spoke a word.

They asked you about a specific project you were working on, a new crossbreed of a medicinal herb of particular interest to them. However, as it wasn't the purpose of your trip you didn't have any of its records on you. You were about to apologize and tell them so until Auto informed them, "The crossbreed has shown accelerated growth but a greater sensitivity to sunlight." The herbalist thanked both of you and walked off.

Even though you shouldn't have been shocked to learn that he was actually storing the information you spat at him, it was still nice to know that he cared to some degree.

"Thank you, Auto."

"You're welcome."

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The days have gone on much the same since then. You had never sought out an adventurous life. Often you go out the greenhouse in the morning and find Auto observing the various moths and flies that had evolved as pollinators alongside the new flora. "Morning Auto!" You would cheerfully greet.

You never fully understood why he stayed, but it didn't matter to you at this point. He was here and he made no effort to go. You had more than enough room in your life for him anyway.

"Good morning."

And so another day starts.

[vesemirsexual]

What is even more disappointing about how game!Ciri is written is that CDPR Can give us compelling and complex “ trauma and grief can cause you to repeat the cycle of violence” arcs for characters like Syanna and Lambert but apparently completely forgot what a huge part of Ciri’s character that is

the first time I played I thought she got amnesia as well because of how much of her fiery temper was toned down, and how her trauma is hardly mentioned ( and it's not like the characters in this game trauma are completely ignored it is talked about in some quests) I wanna see what she really would have done had she seen Emhyr again

I feel like game Ciri had two distinct groups they were aiming for: people who found Geralt even more appealing because of the fatherhood angle so they had to work his actual kid in AND hot girl fan service.

The thing is, if they gave her too much personality or depth, she wouldn’t have fit into these groups well and therefore people would’ve found her annoying and/or off-putting. People already do sometimes but not to the degree that they would’ve if they even BEGAN to touch on the absolute shitstorm that is Ciris psyche after everything.

Also realistically, they made the Witcher games centre about Geralt bc he appeals to their large majority male fan base: combatant, dark mysterious tragic past, ripped, attractive, fucks hot women, is a good guy while still also getting to do badass things and beat people up. If you look in depth at Witcher fans on different platforms when they talk about him, a lot of dudes are very much “oh my god he’s literally me”. Ciri could never be the focus because she wouldn’t appeal to that same group, and we know that every time a game is released people throw the weirdest bitch fits about female characters, especially main ones.

This is also why Ciri is made an attractive character, when realistically that tiny little facial scar they’ve given her is nothing, she’s spent her developmental years on the run/being attacked/under extreme stress so I honestly can’t imagine her being a tall skinny but also hourglass woman with one or two scars, and put her in a cropped shirt (such a bad choice it’s mildly hysterical).

I think Lambert and Syanna are also a really good example of how people handle angry traumatised characters too, because Lambert gets a lot more leeway than Syanna (and I say this as a big fan of both!) Like there are literally people out there and on this webbed site who say she is pure evil, one of the evilest people in the Witcher for being a fucked up mean trauma victim who hurt a Poor Little Meow Meow (Higher vampire with decades of life experience more than her, incredibly possessive, responded to emotional manipulation by violently attacking an entire city). Like Lambert literally brags about axii’ing a guy to shoot himself in the head with his own crossbow.

Ciri got done very dirty, but I see how and why it happened. Book Ciri deserves rights but unfortunately I think Games Ciri will always be how people perceive her, and therefore portray her in fic, art and other work predominantly (praying same doesn’t happen with TWN Ciri). We’ve been robbed of such a complex, angry young woman and I mourn it 🙏

Edit: I can’t even touch on the Emhyr thing because the fact she can reconcile with him is honestly mildly fucking horrific. Like even if they’ve removed the nasty ass incest factor, that man quite literally destroyed her entire world and was willing to do so further in order to get his way. The fact she can call him father in one ending is genuinely vomit inducing and so disrespectful to Ciri as a character (also the audacity to play down that Ciri literally sees Yen as her mama WHILE playing devils advocate for War McCrime is a whole choice).

[spectorcsm]

AvA6 EP1 SPOILERS

Alright peeps I'm joining in this chaos and you should all fear me This post has no plan or path this is just a ramble analysis of things I notice in the new episode so :D

EXPECT MAJOR SPOILERS, PLEASE WATCH THE EPISODE FIRST ^-^

Ok so like first off guys- maybe like- don't fire your glitch weapons in the middle of a crowded city?? This seems like a bad idea?? You guys are worse than the Avengers when it comes to collateral damage smh

Ok but Chosen stopping mid-chase to save that civilian by destroying the debris really goes to show how he's improved as a character, this guy went from destroying Alan's PC, to rampaging various sites with Dark, and now to this. Glad to see him as a proper hero now :D

I'm happy to see the ice powers coming back cuz after that one time he froze the Firefox I thought they just forgot about it lol

Chosen is Zeus now Also he just like creates a glacier 2 seconds later cool

Also quick shoutout to Alan's Desktop organization He has come a long way

I find it funny how much everyone focused on this clip in the trailer especially, like "Oh no does Orange get mad at Alan again?? Is this related to Vic???" and the reality of it is "lol wanna fight me guys?" "Sure sounds fun :D" Alan you have bamboozled us again

I find this moment rather interesting So after Alan pulls up the thingy and sends them all flying then crashing down, Red appears to be acting like they hurt their head and Yellow notices and crawls over to see if they're ok (Awwwijascsdhljw) but as soon as they do Red just punches em?? However then Yellow puts their hands up in a way almost to be like "whoa whoa it's just me" and then Red accepts the comfort. Idk I just find it interesting, like Red is still in fight-mode after the sparring match and doesn't quite register that it's Yellow touching them at first XD

Chosen: "COME ON DO IT, DO THE EYE THING" Orange: "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT IDK HOW TO DO THAT" Chosen: "YES YOU DO JUST DO IT, LIKE THIS:" Orange: "AAAAAAAAA" *Tries to do laser-eyes with every ounce of focus they have*

Red: "uhhh are they ok-" Green: "Maybe you should stop them?" Blue: "yeahhh maybe-" Yellow: "Hmm, yes. Interesting"

Chosen: "UGH FORGET IT YOU'RE COMING WITH ME" Sticknapping 101

Aight but like where did this guy (Btw I'll call him Striker cuz that name was going around and it's cool) get this stuff? Has their group attacked a Desktop before and managed to steal enough UI to make this guy OP? Cuz he uses a lot of really crazy stuff during this fight and I can't help but wonder what poor animator woke up just to find the entire UI on their software missing lol

I love how Chosen really just pulls the "Throw the kid in the pool to teach them how to swim" on Orange and his powers here lol Then to Chosen's surprise it does not work "Aw shoot the kid is drowning now I gotta save them smh"

YEAHHHH ART POWERS Ok but actually though I find it interesting how differently the Pencil tool works outside a Desktop, like usually Orange like speed-draws the whole entire thing but out here it's like Ah yes, line scribble = E e l I mean it actually kinda makes sense, in the 3D world it'd be really difficult to draw anything really so the Pen just changes function a bit based on the environment

Poor Green does not enjoy climbing it seems :(

This guy can forever one-up everything "Ok but have you beat up a shark with your bare hands and won?

Ok but this guy's style is just like tribal or primitive and it's honestly pretty cool I have no clue what to call them though so that's up to the rest of the fandom to decide ':D

Also someone else on a different site suggested the name "Warnman" for this guy cuz he looks like the typical hazard sign guy who's always showing the dreadful things that will happen if you don't obey the sign and I think the name fits so Warnman is honestly my favorite of these guys just cuz of how wacky they are lol

Also this guy has to be like Anime Stick or something I do not understand this dude at all but they're sick

Let it be known that Warnman is canonically 2D

Dude how much charge do those electro-bullets hold if that thing is STILL zapping Chosen This poor guy Also the way Striker fights throughout this whole scene is so cool

I find it interesting and I think Alan pointed out in the reaction video (really funny btw you should go watch that too) That Striker is totally just messing with them before that, like sure he probably has to be close to the target to use the Pause attack but I like to think he was enjoying the fight before that and is only just doing it now cuz he's bored lol

Aight so the Rocket Group is the one hunting Chosen I wanna know though- why Chosen specifically? Are they just after all Hollowheads with the powers or is it just Chosen they want? Maybe they're after all of them but Chosen is the only one with a super known presence? Also who are these guys?? They seem to be just some independent group but do they hold any sort of actual authority over Stick City? Man I have so many questions

How do you pause fire-? Does it still burn? I assume not cuz I think it woulda burned the guys bringing him by now Man that's wacky but cool Also another question here is like, is that white box a containment unit or some sort of display case? I'm thinking more along the lines of containment but like he's already paused and they left the door open I think??

Aight now we're getting to the theory-fuel Why are they studying all this UI? Where'd they get this UI? Why do all these sticks look exactly the same??? Like I get that it's just supposed to represent a large group of workers and stuff but they are all exactly the same shade-

A h a A h a a a . . . VICTIM???? VIC MY GUY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?? LIKE I GET YOU'RE PROBABLY MAD AT ALAN LIKE KILLING YOU AND ALL BUT WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH CHOSEN AND EVERYONE?? I have many questions Also I am wondering if all the UI decor in his office is just art or what, are they trophies maybe? They probably had to get the UI for Striker's setup somewhere, did they raid Desktops before? Are those trophies from animators he's beaten? Man Idk but this is so interesting My final take on the episode: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA LET'S GOOO AvA 6 HYPEEE :D

[cru5h-cascades]

Splatoon Future Story Mode Concept: Redeux!

So, after... a while since I first created my Splatoon Future story mode concept and since then I got some more ideas for the story mode and I polished up a few things here and there to make the story mode better! Anyways, here's my rework of my Splatoon Future story mode concept. Some of the stuff is the same (fake idols, vandilizim instead of zapfishnapping, cuttlings & other junk like that), some stuff chanceg (the origin of the story's villains), and I added a few more things (with the next Splatoon game supposedly being under the codename Spiral, I decided to play around with this idea a bit in the concept) just because. Anyways, here we go.

After going through first time opening up the game junk, the player is greeted with a news broadcast from the "idols" (if you read the OG version of this concept you know where I'm going with this). At first, things start off normal, but then the idols start talking about the vandilization of several monuments celebrating the integration of octarians into inkling culture. All of the photos of said vandilisim have one thing in common: they have the same design, which is what appears to be the figure of a cuttlefish in gold paint and a huge cyan spiral behind it. The "idols" shrug this off and half-heartedly say "oh boy I hope whoever is behind this gets caught" and then the "idols" end the news report normally.

If the player chooses to, there's a vandilized statue in the game's main hub. Interacting with it will cause the cyan spiral painted onto the statue to glow and create a portal that sucks the player into what appears to be a pocket dimention within the statue (the tutorial level of the hero mode). After reaching the end, the player is ejected from the pocket dimention and is back in the hub area. A few inkfish (your guides and allies for the story mode) witness you being spat out of the statue and talk about what tf just happened. After a bit, the pattern on the statue disappears as if it was never vandilized to begin with. Your character and the others then come to the conclusion that whoever is behind the vandilized statues must be up to some tomfuckery & decide that they should find other vandilized sites around the city with this pattern to get to the bottom of this. One of the group members then gives your character a nickname/codename: Spiral. And thus, a new adventure begins!

As you fend off more enemies, you come to realize that you keep fighting some strange inkfish that aren't inklings, octolings, or even nautiluses like Gnarly Eddy from S3. Eventually, you find out that you've been fighting cuttlings and vamplings: two species of inkfish that have been oppressed by both inklings and octolings around the inklings' own colonial period because of their strange ablilities. Cuttlings had the ability to hypnotize others and vamplings were able to turn into horrific versions of themselves & suck the souls out of their victims to become stronger. In fear that these inkfish would cause harm to them, despite the fact that neither species were responsible for a majority of crime at the time, the inklings would do whatever they could to get rid of both species: executions, banishments, you name it. Eventually, all that remained of both species retreated to desolate areas outside of inkling society and attempted to regrow, creating their own communities & stuff. Recently, a group of cuttlings and some hypnotized vamplings (the vamplings didn't want to partake in these crimes against society but the cuttlings needed their strength, so the ones you fight would be hypnotized) have been going into the city closest to their forest settlement (the city Splatoon Future takes place in) and creating these pocket dimentions (the spray paint used by the cuttlings was created by means only the cuttlings knew; a little bit of ancient magic, a little bit of science) they could hop into and, once they got enough people on their side, would jump out of each portal and ambush the city, hypnotizing all who they came into contact with and killing those who didn't obey them. The cuttlings' goal: take over inkling society and make inkfishkind pay for their past transgresions. Oh also you fight ghosts summoned by the cuttlings (they serve as lesser enemies like octotroopers in this story mode; there's only so many people that are willingly on the cuttlings' side) (I decided to add this because of all the spooky stuff happening in stages during splatfests. you gotta explain that somehow) (in this story mode, in a sunken scroll, explains that the ghosts are the souls of inklings and octolings mistaken for cuttlings and vamplings or something like that)

Eventually, you find the actual idols of the game in one of the portals (specifically a boss portal) and find out that the "idols" doing the news aren't the actual idols; they're cuttlings posing as the idols. Why did the cuttlings kidnap the idols? Well, they noticed a pattern where idols would go missing or just be gone for a while without explaination and then boom zapfish is back or whatever, so the cuttlings thought ahead and captured the idols. No brainwashing them, nothing like that. Just capturing them.

The final boss happens in the main hub area. You fight the fake idols for the first few stages, and then you come face-to-face with the cuttling group's leader, who isn't too pleased that a group of vigilantie teens and the real idols are getting away with what they're doing. The leader then creates clones of the player & their crew that you gotta fight while you're also fighting the leader. The fight doesn't end until you knock out the leader (and they have a lot of HP). After the fight, the vamplings break out of the cuttlings' control & the cuttlings carry their leader away. The vamplings then tell the group that they're thankful for them freeing their people and think that inklings and octolings aren't that bad, so they're inviting other vamplings to join inkling society, making vamplings playable (minus their monster form; if kraken is in the next game then their monster form will be their kraken form). After the game, you can choose if you want the true idols to do the news or the fake ones to do them (you can swap them whenever you want) (both have unique broadcasts & splatfest songs).

There might be a few more things that gotta be polished up in this concept, but there ya go.

[caralara]

has something happened, Cara? did i miss something? sofia stunt as in sofia the scandinavian girl everybody forgot about? is she back? what has asia to do with that stunt? totally agree that louis' career would only benefit if there were some women in his team but i'm really confused about what exactly you're talking about now. have a lovely weekend!

Hi!

Oh my comment was set off by the AFHF announcement, and the subsequent detective rabbithole everyone went down trying to figure out where it will be this year, and loads of people saying Mexico bc of the cacti in the picture plus that Mexican promoter account tweeting and deleting AFHF recently. I got riled up about how badly they failed last year for AFHF, how we could tell right from when they announced it (quite late) to then being there and seeing how they only sold 2/3 of tickets and not even everyone showed up. They had to cut back massively on staff (one of the reasons why entry was handled so badly and why they didn’t have enough staff to hand out the wristbands), and how they absolutely need to have a (financial) success with this year‘s AFHF in order to not have the whole festival get jeopardised and maybe cancelled. And that led to me talking about the root problem of the team being just men, and then listing examples of their recent fuck ups that very likely wouldn’t have happened that way if they had a woman on their team they‘d listen to once in a while, like for example the Sofia stunt. I guarantee you that no man on that team even thought about the fact that in 2023, with a majorly queer, feminist female fanbase that huge age gap could be problematic for Louis‘ image with his fans, because men in general don’t think about much younger women being with older men as problematic at all. They dropped her like hot iron *after* the backlash from all sides. Then they didn’t handle communication well when they cancelled Asia at all. Like. At all.

For AFHF, I understand that Mexican fans are super passionate but I already gotten many messages by latam fans saying even though living in Mexico City they wouldn’t be able to afford it. I don’t think it’ll be in Mexico, they really need to be in the black numbers for this year‘s AFHF, so they need it to be accessible to fans with strong financial powers. Europe has the majority of louis‘ fandom with strong financial power, and logistically it would be crazy to fly back and forth about 16-18 hours between European festivals for AFHF, if he could do it in Europe again.

If he keeps it in a similar time frame (august) as the past (although he’s already had the first announcement two months earlier than usually), there’s only the last July or last August weekend (going into September) available.

A friend actually sent me the Ponte de Segura bridge that looks a lot like the viaduct used in the picture, and it’s right at the border of Portugal to Spain. End of July he’s got two festivals in Portugal and Spain, and he could easily oversee the set up during the week between those two.

There’s also huge festival grounds 20 minutes from that bridge, that usually hosts the BOOM festival, but only every other year - meaning that July weekend is free for 2024 and the infrastructure for the festival has been well established (since 1997) with shuttles, vendors, camp sites, stage infrastructures… it looks really great.

The thing that still got me entertaining Mexico as a possibility is the cacti that have been edited in, that mostly only grow in South America, and the Mexican promoter.

Anyways, tell me louis wouldn’t go for this?? The shore, the lake, the rocks, the surroundings, the heat??

Anyways the real clowning begins if you imagine louis launches AFHF to be TWO days by having Niall headline the first day… that would certainly draw the necessary crowds and they’re already doing a bit of the festival run together this summer 🤡🤪

[andydrysdalerogers]

Sliding Into Home ~ Oh Captain! My Captain! 

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

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Previous: The One With The World Series

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The bus ride from Camden Yards to the hotel is a quiet one. Frank sat next to Johnny, who was almost deathly still. He never said a word as he walked off, the Boston players running onto the field. The locker room was quiet, showers and dressing done without a word to each other. They gathered their belongings, made sure the uniforms were placed in the bins for the support staff to clean and walked onto the bus.  

The Dodgers manager, Dave Roberts, walked to the front after the team had pulled into the hotel. “Men, we’ll have a debrief in the morning. This is just how the game goes. I don’t blame anyone, and you shouldn’t either. They just had magic tonight.  Get some sleep. We’ll meet at 9 AM and the flight is at noon.”  

Dave patted each player as they exited.  Their families were waiting for them, lined in their gear, solemn and quiet.  Frank sees Abby and Katie standing together, Mary in Scott’s arms, Marco wrapped around Susie. Frank blocks Johnny’s exit, allowing the rest of the team to exit.  “You know it wasn’t your fault.”  

“I know.”  

“Do you? Torch, Turner is a beast at bat. There was a 50/50 chance he was going to connect. It could have been anyone.”  

“But it was me. I let the team down, the city down, fuck, even my girlfriend and family.”  

“Johnny, no one is going to see it that way.”  

Johnny leaned back against his seat. “I knew going for my heater was a bad idea. But he missed it the first time. “ 

“You can’t beat yourself up with what ifs. Let’s get you to your girl and she can give you sympathy sex. It's better than victory sex sometimes.” Frank got up and got off the bus.  

“Hey Frank,” he turned back to Johnny. “Thanks.”  

“It’s what best friends are for.” Frank climbed down and Mary immediately ran into his arms. He held her tight as he felt her cry a little bit. “You ok Nugget?” 

Mary leaned back. “Shouldn't I be asking you that?” 

Frank shrugged.  “Probably but I think he needs this hug more than me.” He looked back at Johnny who was just now getting off the bus.  Mary ran to him and jumped up for a hug. Johnny’s reaction time was quick as he dropped his bag in time to catch her.  Frank walked over to Abby and Katie.  

“Is he ok?” Katie’s lower lip trembled.  

“He’ll be ok. Just needs some time and a few hugs.” Frank kissed her cheek. “Take care of him.”  

She nodded and walked over to Johnny and Mary.  Frank turned back to his wife. “I’m sorry I couldn’t bring the trophy home like i promised.”  

Abby shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to make it up to me another way.”  She reached up on her tiptoes. “I am so unbelievably proud of you Frank Adler. You played your best and that’s all that matters.” She kissed him softly as he wrapped his arms around her.  

“Can I take you to bed Cricket? Lose myself inside you?” 

She gave him a soft smile. “Always Frankie.”  

After greeting everyone else and heading up to the rooms, Frank watched his wife get ready for bed.  She carefully brushed out her hair and removed her jewelry before taking off the jersey with his name on the back. She stripped out of the leggings and was just in her bra and panties.  He could see that she was studying herself in the mirror when Frank saw it.  He got up and walked behind her.  “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Tell you what?” She looked back at him confused.  

“Oh sweetheart.”  He placed his warm hands around her middle. Framing the slight swell of her belly. “Here is our baby.”  

Abby stared at the mirror. The belly wasn’t there this morning. “It’s our baby.”  

“I don’t care that I lost. I won everything I ever wanted.” He moved her hair to the side so he could kiss her neck. He let his fingers skate over his sensitive skin as he kissed and licked the spot behind her ear. “You are the most beautiful woman. Strong and amazing, growing my baby.” He dipped his hand inside her panties, eliciting a moan from his wife. “Shh, Cricket. Hmm, so wet love.”  

“Frankie, please don’t tease,” Abby whimpered.  

He let his finger slip in and moved slowly back and forth, listening to his wife mewl at the sensations. “Do you still love me even if I didn’t win?” 

“Of course...shit... fuck,” Abby stuttered as Frank added another finger. She gripped his forearms to keep from falling.  He was wrecking her, a little at a time.  

“C’mon Cricket, use your words,” Frank gently taunted. “Be a good girl for me.”  

“I love you, Frankie,” she breathed out.  “So proud of you making it this far.”  

“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear as he pressed down on her sensitive clit. Abby almost doubled over but Frank held her to his chest.  

“Frankie, please,” she begged. He scooped her up and placed her on the bed.  He undid the bra and threw it across the room.  He pulled down her panties and held them to his nose, inhaling the scent.  Abby almost cummed at the motion and let out a whimper.  

“What should it be Cricket? Should I taste you first or should I just fuck you until you can’t walk anymore?” Frank slotted in between her legs, his erection straining in his boxer briefs.  

“I... I...” 

“Ok then,” Frank sighed. He stood up and removed his boxers, his cock bobbing up. “Dealer’s choice it is.” He climbs next to Abby and turned her to the side.  He lifted her leg to curl around his hip to open her. “I don’t want to hurt Peanut, but I also don’t want to take you hard Cricket,” he told her gently. He gripped his cock and teased between her legs, notching at her clit.  

“Frankie, I can’t... please.”  

“Anything for you Cricket.”  He slid slowly, stretching her open slowly.  From this angle, she could feel everything and her back bowed. He wrapped his arms around her to keep her close. “Talk to me Cricket.”  

“So deep Frankie, I can feel you everywhere.”  

“God, you feel so good Cricket. My beautiful girl.” He rocked his hips, sliding in and out.  He took his time, skating his fingers over her skin, gently pinching her nipples. Her breathing changed and he knew she was getting close.  “Ready to come for me Cricket?” She nodded against his chest. “Come baby, you know that my good girl always goes first.”  

Frank lowered a hand to her clit and rubbed gently.  The sensations were like lighting up her body. 

“Frankie,” she cried as her head tossed back onto his chest and the world imploded, blinding her in white light.  

‘Fuck Cricket, so tight, so good, fuck,’ as he followed her into space, losing himself in the stars he sees in his eyes. He slowed, and stopped, staying inside her.  He could feel water land on his arm. ‘Cricket?’ 

‘I’m sorry, Frankie. I just... I wish you had won and,’ she sucked in a breath, ‘and you were happy and then we did this and it feels so good and I don’t deserve you and...” 

“Whoa, baby, stop.” Frank gently slipped out and turned Abby to face him. “Cricket, its one World Series. Hopefully there will be others.” He wiped the tears falling. “My Cricket, the hormones getting to you?” She nodded and he chuckled. “Everything is going to be ok.  Sleep sweetheart.” He adjusted her so she slept on his chest.  He loved that she was so passionate about his career. But now is time for him to focus on her and Peanut.  

Six weeks later... 

Frank ran into the clinic, running late from an endorsement meeting.  “Hi, sorry, I’m looking for Abigail Adler?” 

“We just took her back. Follow me,” a nurse said, buzzing him through the door. Frank pulled off his coat, the beginning of December bringing a cold front in. The nurse knocked and waited for acknowledgement before opening the door. Sitting on the exam table was a very unhappy, pregnant Abby with her arms crossed.  

“Cricket, I am so sorry.” Frank went to her side. “The meeting ran long and then I got caught in the school traffic and I'm sorry.”  

“I told you I could have rescheduled to avoid this, Frankie." Abby huffed as she turned her head away from him.  

“I know Cricket. But you were so excited to see the baby and find out the gender and everything and I didn’t want you to miss it.” Frank uses his finger to make Abby look at him. “I’m sorry.”  

“Are you excited?” she asked in a small voice 

“Are you kidding?” Frank kissed her nose. “Steve said I was giving off excited vibrations today and it was driving him nuts.”  

“Hello, hello,” the doctor came in. “Mr. And Dr. Adler, nice to see you again.”  

“Hey Dr. Montgomery,” Frank said. “How’s it going?” 

“Busy, as always but I know we are excited today to see, what was it you called your baby again Frank?” 

“Look, that is not my best moment,” Frank said. “We call baby Peanut now.”  

Dr. Montgomery and Abby laughed as Frank blushed slightly. “Well, let’s take a look at Peanut.  Abby, shirt under your breast and pants slightly down.  This will be cold.”  She squirted some gel and grabbed the wand.  “Do we want to know the gender?” 

“We do. We have our last team dinner of the year tonight,” Frank said. Gonna do a gender reveal.” 

“Sounds fun.  Is someone planning the surprise for you?” 

“Yeah, Susie and Katie are waiting for us to hand it over,” Abby explained.  

“Alright so no pronouns.” Dr. Montgomery moved the wand around.  “Well, here is Peanut,” she said. “Just taking some measurements but they are looking perfect.  Right size and weight for 21 weeks.  Here is their head and it looks like they are sucking on a thumb.”  

Frank and Abby grinned at each other as Dr. Montgomery flipped on the audio.  Their baby’s heart beat was loud and rapid.  “Whoa,” Frank said. “I’m still not used to that. It's so fast.”  

“Yeah, in the womb, the baby's heart is pumping so fast because the blood circulates quickly,” Dr. Montgomery explains. “But everything looks good. Abby, your weight is good, and your levels are great. I’ll print some pictures for you and put the gender into an envelope.” She handed a towel to Abby.  “I want to see you in four weeks.” 

“Thanks Doc,” Frank said.  

“I was sorry to see you lose the World Series Frank, but I know, next year is our year.”  She patted his back.  “See you guys later.”  

Frank took Abby’s hand, and they picked up the envelope and pictures.  “Peanut is cute, just like their mama.”  

“Shut up Frankie,” she replied with a smile. “Ready for the dinner?” 

“Yeah, Phelps and Roberts said they have a couple of year end announcements and then just the dinner.”  

“Well, I have to head back to the office,” Abby said.  “I’ll see you at home?” 

“Yeah, Nugget and I are gonna work on the nursery. Scott said they delivered the crib and dresser.”  

“What color?” 

“What part of surprise did you not understand Cricket?” A couple of weeks after the season ended, Frank asked Abby if he could decorate and set up the nursery.  He had promised that it would be gender neutral.  

Abby pouted. “Fine. I love you.”  

“Love you too Cricket.”  

A couple of hours later, Frank was getting Mary ready to go when he called up the stairs. “Cricket! We’re gonna be late!” 

“Patience is a virtue,” she called back down.  

“Not right now, it isn’t.”  

“Alright, alright!”  She walked down the stairs and Frank stopped. You know that saying that women glow when they are pregnant? Frank understood that saying now. Abby glowed as she walked toward in a cream colored sweater dress and brown boots.  Her bump was on display, her hair was in her curls and just held back with a cream headband.  

“Wow,” Frank breathed. “Cricket, you look beautiful.” 

Abby blushed. “Thanks Frankie.” He helped her into her coat, and they headed to the restaurant.  

The dinner was fun, the last time the team would together until spring training.  Some may leave and some retire.  As desert was being prepared, Todd Phelps and Dave Roberts stood in the middle of the room. It falls silent as Todd raises his hand.  

“Alright team, it was a heartbreaking end to the season.  But it has been one of the best seasons the Dodgers have ever had.”  Applause breaks out around the room. “Not only did we have two Golden Glove winners in Storm and Betts, we also have our league MVP and golden Glove winner, Frank Adler.” More applause and cheers for Frank, who flushed from the attention.  

“We are so proud of this team,” Dave continued.  “We know that there may be some changes that could happen.  But there are a couple of things we are certain off, our captains for next year. We have four men that we are bestowing this honor to. Mookie Betts, Will Smith, Johnny Storm and Frank Adler.”  

Frank sat stunned as Mary jumped in his lap and Abby kissed his cheek. Johnny looked blankly as Katie cheered and hugged him.  

“Johnny,” Dave says, “I know you think the loss was your fault, but it wasn’t.  Management does not blame you, the team doesn’t blame you. You have been a professional, sitting through media, taking blame that wasn’t yours. That’s the kind of leadership we are looking for in our organization and the perfect example we want to set.”  

The team cheered and congratulated their new captains as Katie and Susie set up the gender reveal. Katie whistled to get everyone’s attention again.  “We have one more surprise to finish. Mr. And Mrs. Alder, Miss Mary, we need you up here.”  The family moved to the front. An elaborate box was set up with a string to open it.  “On the count of three, pull the string and we’ll find out if we a boy or a girl joining our Dodger family.  Ready?” 

The whole room joined the count down. 

“THREE!” 

“TWO!” 

“ONE!” 

Oh, you thought I wouldn't give one more cliffhanger?  See you for the finale! 

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MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SCOTT PILGRIM TAKES OFF PLS SCROLL ON BY....OKAY? COOL

Just got done suffering at the site of a twitter thread decrying how the cartoon defiles and perverts the source material and like...for half the runtime of the first episode i was thinking "okay this is cool and all but...sheesh this really is a faithful recreation of the comic...damn, i dont know if I want four hours of Scott Pilgrim and his whiteboy problems..."

And then he fucking dies and I said outloud "oh thank god this is actually going to be interesting!"

Dont get me wrong, i like the comics, theyre funny, i like the movie, its perfect, but Scott is such a fucking dopey piece of shit I dont think I could stomach a third retelling of his "quest to get the girl" story.

Killing Scott episode one does so much to help the narrative. He no longer exists as this stupid piece of shit protagonist but instead as this idiot casualty of Ramona's baggage, the league gets to acknowledge how stupid it is, Matthew gets to style on Gideon and that sets G-man up for a redemption arc, when Roxie confronts Ramona theres no blockhead idiot in the way to end it in a K-o instead Ramona and Roxie can work things out. Envy Adams crashin Scotts funeral sets her as a villain way better than her animosity in the previous two ventures. By taking Scott out of the equation, all the supportong cast get space to breathe, interact and develop in a way that gels well with the strongest part of the series identity: the vibe of this cold city and these working-class low-prospect 20-somethings loosely interacting and caring for eachother

[havendance]

MAD World

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Fandom: Batman

Featured Characters: Barbara Gordon

Wordcount: 5100

Summary:

When Barbara Gordon ends up temporarily stranded on an alternate earth, she can't help but start to poke at all the secrets that it holds. With Bruce Wayne on the run, Nightwing and Robin out of the game, and the Joker dead, the Gotham she's in is a far cry from her own, and the secrets she finds might end up concealing far more than she ever anticipated.

The third and final of the the fics I have written for the MAD Universe (Also the first one I actually completed funnily enough...) Probably not the last fic I'm going to write for this universe though since I still have a couple ideas rattling around in my head.

This fic was written because Barbara deserves the chance to go to another universe and flex her detective skills.

Excerpt:

That was the last time Barbara ever agreed to do a favor for Tim. Just come over real quick, he’d said. I need a second opinion on this weird piece of technology, he’d said. It’s off, he’d said. Well, judging by the brilliant flash of light that had left her in a distinctly abandoned building, that had not been the case. A visit to the nearest library confirmed what she suspected: whatever Gotham she was in, it wasn’t the one she knew. She was stranded on another earth. 

Barbara closed out of the news sites she had open with a sigh. Tim owed her big-time for this. The only reason she wasn’t plotting revenge at the moment was that she was pretty sure that it was temporary. According to the files he’d sent over while requesting her help, everyone who’d been affected by the device’s power had returned on their own within 5-7 days. Barbara could accept a week away from her Gotham. If she was stranded here for any longer than that though? Robin had better start running or groveling pretty quickly.

Until then, there were practical matters to take care of. Barbara pulled up a new window. It was simple to… liberate some funds for her use from someone who neither needed nor deserved them. Whipping up enough of a paper trail that her existence would hold up at a glance went quickly as well. From there, she went about securing some personal technology and a place to say. It wasn’t nearly as good as the setup she had at home, but that couldn’t be helped. Now all that she needed to do was kill time until she made it back. She could think of it as a vacation.

— 

The thing was: Barbara Gordon never had been very good at taking vacations. She made it all of an afternoon trying to relax before giving up and pulling out her new laptop.

 The other thing about Barbara Gordon was that she could never leave anything well enough alone. She had to know. And here was a whole new earth’s worth of secrets to uncover.

Some cursory research revealed that on the whole, the earth she was stranded on was remarkably similar to the one she’d left behind. Most major events and near-apocalypses seemed to happen at around roughly the same times. Sure there were some minor differences in timing (the quake had hit Gotham about a week earlier) and which cities were wiped off the face of the map (Blüdhaven was still standing; Salt Lake City had been annexed into Hell and was now a smoking crater). But on the whole there was no evil Justice League or any alien overlords, so really, Barbara could have far worse places to be stuck in for a week.

The basics taken care of, she began to dig deeper into Gotham: her home turf. Some cursory digging revealed the following information:

Oracle: Active and running the Birds of Prey. Barbara left her alone for now even though it would be oh so tempting to measure her skills against herself. (It would be such an appealing challenge. However, she was aware enough to realize that that was inching towards supervillainy.)

Batman: Active. He appeared to be wanted by the GCPD though for reasons that weren’t obviously clear. She’d bet it probably had to do with him being an ass. Also, for some reason, Bruce Wayne had never been cleared of Vesper Fairchild’s murder. Speculation put his location somewhere in Santa Prisca or some other country without a US extradition treaty.

Clearly, Batman was failing on multiple fronts here. Unsurprising.  Barbara moved on to the next name on her list.

Robin: Inactive, as far as she could tell. She couldn’t find any recent sightings of him, either online or in the files she could hack into without alerting this earth’s Oracle. She was able to track Tim Drake’s location down to a boarding school in Virginia, but there were no signs of Robin in that area either. 

Nightwing: Unknown, also likely inactive. He’d vanished just as much as Robin had, only more so. She could barely find any record of Richard Grayson from any earlier than a couple years ago.

Batgirl: Active. Rarely seen working with Batman surprisingly, but she was spotted much more with the Birds of Prey.

Huntress: Active. Still working with the Birds of Prey, still a Justice League reserve member. Little change there.

Spoiler: Alive and active surprisingly. It appeared that the city-wide gang war that had engulfed Gotham hadn’t happened on this earth. There was no record of her ever becoming Robin, but she was spotted working with the Birds of Prey on occasion.

Azrael: Still dead, unfortunately.

And then, because Barbara was the sort of person who kept an eye on her enemies as well as her allies, she found the most interesting piece of information of them all:

The Joker: Dead.

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[aeipathys]

ARA KWON. 26. SHE/HER. SURGICAL RESIDENT / MERCENARY FOR THE SCARLET NIGHTMARE

❝ she has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking, behind the hedge of spiked flowers, nosferatu’s sanguinary rosebud. ❞

I. OVERVIEW

full name: kwon ara

age: twenty-six

gender/ pronouns: cis woman, she/her

hometown: tijuana, california

affiliation: scarlet nightmare, mercenary

alias: hecate

occupation: surgical resident

sexual orientation: pansexual

current residence: the marionette

arrived in anchorage: one week ago

summary: a doctor who does not care about the lives she saves. worst bedside manner ever, 0/5 stars on yelp. can beat you up just as easily as she stitches up your wounds.

*trigger warnings throughout the rest of the post for death, light gore, violence, religion

II. STUDY 

Q: IN THE FINAL LOOK, DOES THE DEER FORGIVE THE WOLF?

there is a girl who is a lamb.

or maybe a sheep —

all day she stands at the gates of hell, so calm, so demure, her coat reflected off the walls like a sinister, yearning constellation.

the birds of prey circle her; the beasts watch her, trying to divine the shape of those stars within her eyes in a place where there is no light.

and all day she sings — to the wolves, to the beasts — narrating their story. it is sad and it is seductive; the foreplay to her demise; the eulogy in which she calls herself DINNER. 

the predators listen, rapt — because there is no song more terrifying; no song more alluring, than the tale of their own lives. they listen, and they love, and in their final look, as they pull out their claws; their teeth, in the moment separation is nearly lost — 

she pulls them apart 

and upon themselves they are impaled. 

Q: AT WHAT AGE DID YOU SUSPECT YOU WERE ALIVE?

there is a girl standing in a house. 

faintly, the smell of chrysanthemums rotting. 

the ghosts surround her, laughter echoing against her skull, foaming at the mouth like the arrival of aphrodite upon the waves. they pick and prod at her, knocking against her bones, trying to find a hole they can press their pale lips to. 

and oh — how she mourns them. 

how grief tastes too much like love — emotion suspended through time. 

they stand behind her as she washes her hands every night; as she saws them off and attaches one anew. 

they stand behind her because they know she will have no choice but to turn around. and like eurydice, they will drag her back, back — into the underworld, into the house that is swollen with the dead. 

you’re dead like us, they murmur against her ear. you’re dead — nothing else can hurt you. 

they dig her a hole in the ground. she digs a hole in herself. 

because here’s the thing about a haunted house: it’s not going to haunt itself. 

III. INFO

kwon ara was born the seventh out of eight siblings. 

judging by appearances, the kwon family was your typical affluent business family — they arrived on time for church every sunday, all children in tow, rarely made the city’s gossip pages, and ran their abundance of hospitality endeavors with a penchant for success.

but it was always a lie; a play in which they had long memorized their roles with careful precision. 

beneath the floorboards of their picturesque suburban home, the ground was rotted, watered by the blood of those they had harmed to grasp wealth — their enemies, and their own. 

the hospitality industry was nothing but a rouse for their true business — a major player in the black market smuggling of weapons, the kwons supply many of the organized crime groups within the country, using their various restaurants as sites for distribution. 

the eight children pitted against each other since the day they were born; wolves raised hungry and desperate for their father’s approval, eager to wound and tear at each other for the promise of parental love. 

ara had always been deemed as the most promising. cutthroat and bold, her father crafted her in his very image. but perhaps their similarities led to the very downfall of his plans — she was indifferent to the affection her siblings sought; callous towards his steering of her future. 

out of spite, she pursued the medical field when she graduated — simply because she could. 

though the traits that had once been idolized within her family were frowned upon within her occupation, those around her appreciating her skills, but questioning her morality. what is a doctor who doesn’t care about the life and death of her patients? ara would answer: one who would beat the odds and make the surgery a success, regardless. 

IV. PERSONALITY

one of the smartest (and rudest) people you’ll ever meet

literally does not care!! about anything!! 

speaks in a monotone voice and rarely changes her facial expressions 

is short and has a baby-face so you might think she’s some innocent lil girl

though this innocent lil girl will not hesitate to deck you if you piss her off

chaotic neutral

loves a good adrenaline rush

[dominustempori]

Not every day an actor you admire gets you to watch one of their movies...

Long post, you've been duly warned.

So if you've seen my more recent blogs, I've been obsessing (a bit, healthily, I assure you) over a certain adventure game series. And from there, I'm doing like I usually do when I want to know more about an actor I REALLY like. Finding other stuff they've done, checking out what social media they use here and there, non-profits they support and promote and what have you...

Enter Alexandra Boyd. Actor, writer, director...inspiration.

Podcasts? Check. Her own personal site? Check. Clips from past British shows she had minor AND major roles in? Check.

Finding out her latest film is a documentary about some of the "core extras," including herself, that were in 1997's 'Titanic?' And the trailer for it looks REALLY good?...didn't see that coming.

Truth: until, like, literally now, I NEVER SAW TITANIC.

I was probably the ONLY teenager in AMERICA that had no desire to go watch it, or had a crush on Leo DiCaprio for that matter.

But...granted, I remembered that other actors I've come to REALLY like over time since I was in high school, they were in the movie: Victor Garber, Bernard Hill, Ioan Gruffud, David Warner...you get the idea. I think I prefer Kate Winslet's performance in "Sense and Sensibility" to her Rose but, eh, I'm a little biased.

And, well there's good reasons why 'Titanic' got so many Academy Awards that year...but I'll be real: I was pretty damn excited when "Return of the King" got all of ITS Oscars for 2003.

Anyway.

Few days ago, I took a chance, hoping I didn't come off as too-much-of-an-awkward fangirl, and shot Alexandra a shoutout on Messenger, saying how amazing it was that she came back for her role as Elaine in Return to Monkey Island. And, kind of offhandedly, mentioned how cool the "Ship of Dreams" (her documentary that's releasing soon) looked, and...how I never saw Titanic but now was kind of inspired to after how many years.

She kindly responded to my message (yay!) and highly recommended to watch "Titanic" at the very least to obtain more of and appreciation for 'Ship of Dreams' when it comes out (I've no idea if it'll be in theaters where I live, but then again, I'm going to ask an acquaintance of mine, who just happens to be the director of a local historical theatre with a small modern cinema next to it, if they could possibly get hold of it. Small city living yo.)

Overall...I liked it. I definitely need to watch it again. Full on experience should be more than my library's letterboxed basic edition on my laptop.

Some scenes and lines...I was all "Oh yeah, right. Uh-huh." Dramatic license sort of getting in the way. Strongest dialogue...maybe not so much? Little cornball in places? Mm, well, putting on the romantic plot in an ultimate disaster movie...kind of lends itself to that sort of thing.

But didn't I LOVE to hate (well, strongly dislike) Billy Zane and David Warner's characters. Which of course is the idea. And I was internally cheering on Kate and Leo pretty much the whole way through. Kathy Bates was probably the best of all the first class passengers that got focused on.

Held my breath and tensed up and...closed my eyes for many of the stunt/action shots once the ship hit the iceberg. That music score realllly helped with that. Once it got to that certain high angle and you got more of the screaming...yeah, that broke me. Knew it was coming but still...hit me right in the feels. And didn't Victor look SO SAD when he realized the truth that his ship's design turned out to be SO flawed. Oh he plays that so well.

BUT I didn't get teary until good old (then unknown) Ioan "My Man Hornblower" Gruffud turned his lifeboat around and desperately called out if anyone in the water was still alive.

Yeah, I liked it. More than I thought I would. Surprised me quite a bit, which is usually a good thing. Need to find me more behind-the-scenes stuff. I'm intrigued, and that's always a good sign that I enjoyed a film.

So TL, DR: Alexandra Boyd basically got me to watch 'Titanic.' How cool is that? Thanks, Alexandra, and cheers!

[sa7abnews]

Idaho Springs hopes to strike gold again with scenic gondola, mountaintop attraction

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Idaho Springs hopes to strike gold again with scenic gondola, mountaintop attraction

From a mountainside aerie 1,300 feet above Idaho Springs, on a 19th-century mining claim called the Sun and Moon, Mary Jane Loevlie savored a broad panorama that frames Mount Blue Sky and its sister fourteener, Mount Bierstadt. Loevlie saw the future here years ago, and her vision is finally beginning to take form. “Coming up here for a sunset cocktail?” she mused with excitement Wednesday morning, imagining an evening when her long-held dream becomes reality. Loevlie and her business partners broke ground last week on a $58 million project to build a 1.2-mile gondola that will haul 22 10-person cabins up the mountain from the historic Argo Mill in town. When the project is finished, the gondola’s upper terminal will stand beside a three-level facility called The Outpost, containing the Sun and Moon Saloon, a whiskey bar called Loevlie’s Salon, food and beverage options in an area called the Gold Bar, an elevator with stops on all three levels and a pedestrian plaza with seating and tables. There will be a 300-seat terraced amphitheater suitable for musical entertainment, weddings and other events. A trestle will be built, allowing visitors to stroll out and above the slope of the mountain to an observation platform on a straight line toward Mount Blue Sky. Argo Mill and Tunnel in Idaho Springs, Colorado on Wednesday, July 31, 2024. (Photo by Hyoung Chang/The Denver Post) The gondola will be called the Mighty Argo Cable Car, named after the Mighty Argo tunnel from Idaho Springs to the mines of Central City that was built at the dawn of the 20th century. The Argo Mill, which dates back to 1913, houses a mining museum and is open daily for tours. The mill and tunnel were listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1978. There’s a recreational component to the project, too. In partnership with the city of Idaho Springs and the Colorado Mountain Bike Association, the 400-acre Virginia Canyon Mountain Park is being built on slopes above the mill. In time there will be more than 20 miles of hiking and mountain biking trails. Hikers and mountain bikers will be able to visit The Outpost free of charge, or they might want to do it the way Loevlie has in mind. “It’s a wonderful hike,” said Loevlie, an Idaho Springs native. “My thing is, I’m going to hike the trail up, have my mimosa and take the gondola down.” Loevlie and her business partners are hoping the gondola, which will be built by Doppelmayr of Switzerland, will begin hauling visitors in the fall of 2025. Sixteen towers will be constructed on a mountaintop near the future site of The Outpost and transported by helicopter to be set in concrete foundations. Forward progress Idaho Springs officials see the project as an economic driver that diversifies what the town has to offer tourists while paying homage to the town’s rich mining heritage. And they give Loevlie the credit for imagining the project — initially envisioned in 2019 — and then seeing it through after she and her first group of investors accused a title company of defrauding them out of millions of dollars. “That lady, I don’t know how she does it,” said mayor Chuck Harmon. “Instead of feeling sorry for herself, she dusted herself off and said, ‘Oh, well, we’ll go with other folks.’ Like water off a duck’s back.” Related Articles

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Her undaunted attitude is in keeping with the miner’s spirit of Idaho Springs that dates back to 1859, though. “Very much so,” Harmon said. “I probably would have felt very defeated after I had $4.3 million ripped off. Most people would have thrown in the towel. They had done so much work. And it cost them a lot more than $4.3 million, because by the time they were able to get new investors, interest rates about doubled on them. Construction costs probably went up at least 40%. “But Mary Jane has such tenacity. She made it happen out of sheer will, went and found other people that believed in the project as much as she did. It looked very bleak a few years ago when they got the FBI’s financial fraud department involved,” he continued. Ever the optimist, Loevlie prefers to focus on the future, not the scam that could have doomed the project, especially now with construction set to begin. “We won an $8.7 million judgment, we haven’t been able to collect anything yet, and the FBI is prosecuting them,” is all she wants to say on the subject. “The trial is in April.” Bryan McFarland of Evergreen, whose background is in commercial construction, is her partner in the Mighty Argo Cable Car Company. Major investors include Gondola Ventures, a firm which recently bought and reopened the historic Estes Park Tram after it was shut down last year and left for dead, along with Doppelmayr and a German investment fund. “We’re all building this project for Mary Jane,” McFarland said. “It’s her vision.” The past and the future Visitors on a guided tour in the Argo Tunnel above of Argo Mill in Idaho Springs, The tunnel was built from Idaho Springs to Central City at the dawn of the 20th century. (Hyoung Chang/The Denver Post) The Argo mill and tunnel have a fascinating history. Construction of the 4.2-mile tunnel began in 1893, and it was completed in 1910, according to “The Great Argo Project,” a book by Terry Cox. Its purpose was to provide a means for transporting gold ore from mines in the Central City district to Idaho Springs for milling. It also drained groundwater from those mines. “We’re building a gondola on almost the same line,” Loevlie said. “We had a vision, just like they did. This is going to bring an economic engine to the region.” After the tunnel was finished, the Argo Mill was built in 1912-13 and operated until 1935. An estimated $100 million in gold ore — $2.6 trillion in 2020 dollars, according to the Argo tours website — was processed there. Today visitors get to see machines that pounded and smashed up to 300 tons of rock per day, preparing ore for a multi-stage extraction process using dangerous chemicals that included cyanide and mercury. The site was abandoned in 1943. Because contaminated water continued to flow from the tunnel long after the mill closed, the EPA declared it a Superfund fund site in 1983 and built a water treatment plant next to the mill that began operation in 1998. Today mill tours take visitors about 100 feet into the tunnel, where they encounter a five-foot concrete bulkhead built to dam water in the tunnel. Water is diverted through the treatment plant, which can handle 700 gallons per minute. Loevlie acquired the mill in 2016. The lower terminal of the gondola will be adjacent to the mill. They haven’t set prices for the cable car yet, but they expect them to be in the range of $30-$40. There are plans to expand parking to accommodate cable car visitors, which could be many. Loevlie said a feasibility study found they could see 500,000 annually. The Virginia Canyon Mountain Park will be free to use. The Mighty Argo Cable Car Company has pledged 50 cents from every cable car ticket sold to build and maintain those trails, and they have advanced the trail project $400,000 toward that end. A downhill mountain bike trail from site of The Outpost to the bottom, called Drop Shaft, has been completed with a wooden corkscrew finish at the bottom. The gondola will include bike carriers for hauling bikes up the hill. An adjacent 4.9-mile hiking trail is already in place. This corkscrew finish for a downhill mountain biking trail above the Argo Mill is part of the Virginia Canyon Mountain Park being built as part of the Mighty Argo Cable Car project. (Hyoung Chang/The Denver Post) Near the trailhead, just above the mill, is an abandoned mine tunnel called the Double Eagle. There are plans to open it, possibly next summer, so visitors can explore about 800 feet of it safely on paid tours. “It’s a gorgeous, cool, hardrock tunnel,” Loevlie said. Hundreds of thousands of visitors already visit downtown Idaho Springs annually for food, drink and shopping, making parking difficult during peak periods. The city has plans to build a transportation hub at that end of town, adding more than 200 parking spaces. The Argo operation is about 0.7 of a mile east of there, where parking is less of a challenge. “This is an area that can handle additional traffic,” said Harmon, the mayor. “It’s really going to complement the visitor experience. We’re very excited to have such a cool item that is so Idaho Springs, the perfect blend of history and adventure. Everybody can have fun. If you’re bringing grandma or a toddler, you can ride the gondola up and enjoy the view. For those who are more adventurous and bring their mountain bikes, they’ve got that option. I couldn’t ask for a better fit for the city.” Subscribe to our weekly newsletter, The Adventurist, to get outdoors news sent straight to your inbox.

[lumestari]

today's counterstrike/windows failure is an example of why AI and machines will not be able to take our jobs.

my mum works at our local airport. picture a teeny tiny european airport about 20 minutes from the city, still using analogue methods: we have one and a half jetbridge, and it breaks quite often, and so passengers are led through the tarmac to board the airplane. a technician has to be flown in from the capital whenever there's an important issue, as there are none on site. the arrivals/departures screen broke down the other day. we could have some machinery that would make the TSA process much more smooth and efficient, and the reason we don't is because it physically doesn't fit in the terminal.

and yet, this airport is still run by people who make do. my mum's a handling agent, so she does the luggage check-in, boarding and luggage claim. she tells the story of how, some years ago, the company decided to bring in the machine that do the check-in for you. we were one of the last to get these. they were sent back because they were such a failure.

they failed because they were machines: they could only tell you that the thing you were inserting in the machine is not correct, not where you should actually have put it (example: people putting credit cards where they should have put their boarding passes), the machine cannot let you off the hook because your bag is a little overweight, the machine cannot tell you that actually, no, you only paid for the ticket, not for hold luggage. the machine cannot tell you that the reason your luggage has to be 32 kilos max is because that's the most weight somebody is allowed to lift at their workplace. a machine could only say: No. Try again.

they failed because they weren't human.

anyhow, we get to today. the airline my mum works for only has 4 daily flights, and they're to and from the capital, Madrid. fortunately for them, they did not use counterstrike. the other airlines at the airport, did. and yet, my mum's airline's flights where the only ones to run on time.

and well, you could argue that the reason for that is because they were using another cibersecurity programme. and yes, you would be correct, but i feel like we would be missing a major point.

this morning, when i got a grasp of what was going on and went to talk to her, she was just like: "we'll have to board manually then!".

when we were watching the news together, right before her shift (to see the current state of the world and airports), they showed footage of what they were doing in other airports. checking in manually, as my mum had said earlier. when we saw it, she perked up and said to us (my sister was there too): oh, it's like bingo! you write everybody's name and number down, and then when you're at the gate, you call them up and cross them off. quite simple, actually.

my point with all of this is: not everything can be optimised with brand-new tech. and when the power inevitably goes out, when the lights turn off, humans will still know how to do their jobs, will still be there, not dependent on a single point of failure.

[rumplepleazer]

You wouldn't get what "Hoteps" mean from the context of that post but once it's explained you may be like "Oh those guys." So basically Hotepism is a conspiracy theory that believes that Ancient Egypt was predominantly made up of black africans, opposed to the quite diverse and multi-ethnic reality that most historians assume, and that this fact was hidden by white historians in order to disenfranchise black people by obscuring their hyper-advanced cultures. It is strongly associated with a Black Nationalist view of history, and essentially 're-interprets' history to align with a more convenient reality.

It usually involves a lot of not-entirely-wrong claims and extrapolates them into all-consuming "truths" which are highly biased but difficult to debunk. For example, a common claim is that historians and white people snapped the noses off of Egyptian Statues in order to obscure the identifying features of a black person, with the goal of racial oppression and hiding the racial identity of ancient egypt (The reality is that defacement did happen, usually by conquering civilizations, but that the vast majority of lost noses on statues are just because they are a small, delicate extremity on a statue thousands of years old and there are no shortage of statues who's noses have survived.)

Hotepism is usually criticized not only out of spreading conspiratorial myths about history for the purpose of racial nationalism and identity, but also out of a refusal to engage with actual black history and the various very interesting nations within Africa. It is somewhat related to similar conspiracy theories about much of culture being primarily of Black origin - ie, the idea which was going around this site that Mozart was a black man.

literally thank you so much for taking the time to answer! I'd heard the statue nose thing before, and my first thought was 'that seems like an awful lot of work for no real benefit'

I absolutely get wanting to claim something like that as heritage, but obfuscating historical facts isn't the way to go about it- especially when black africans already have such wonderful and varied cultures!

I can't remember the name of it, but a while back I was reading about a city in Africa- it wasn't Great Zimbabwe or Mapungubwe, it was one of those sites where they had only recently found evidence it actually existed. I recall reading about great stone walls and buildings made of black rock, and thinking it was the coolest shit I'd ever heard.

It just irks me when people want to reject the wonderful things they do have to be proud of and instead feel the need to take something else for their own, especially when it hinders our understanding of ancient civilizations.

Again, thank you for taking the time to explain!

[ammiemarie]

Healing

Currently Listening B In The Mix, The Remixes By Britney Spears Me Against the Music feat. Madonna- Justice Remix

you know,

sometimes i just want some of my old friends to actually read my xanga.

i miss you guys. all of you guys in st. joe. but, i guess i was forgotten. i know i sound like a broken record, forever condemned to repeating the same thing over and over but i lived in MICHIGAN all my life, and then i abruptly move to ohio, and everyone in michigan (except tina, jessica, matt c., marcel, bobbie, dan, some family, etc.) just says, "oh well, goodbye!" i don't understand why but i guess that's just how it goes.

my leg is healing very well. my stiches were removed, i have a ton of nerve damage but i'm getting along alright. i was out of school from 02/17/06-03/13/06 because of my leg injury and i've been struggling to catch up with my work but i'm getting caught up and quick too! … oh and i'm doing excellent in math class!! oh yeah… and see i had to take these ohio graduation tests as soon as i got back… i think i did good though so yeah… but anyways.. i've been staying after school until like 6 pm everyday… JUST STUDYING! .. yeah i know.. it's insane.

yeah so lately i've been arguing with my mom … and see.. sometimes i'll just back down and let her win.. but others.. like for one.. scenario peeps- your mother doesn't wanna: pick you up from school, wake up and take you to school, accept responsibility for her actions and ends up blaming everything on you, get you into a better school so you can have a better education, notice she's living in a bad city… bad place, and most of all… doesn't wanna take the role of being a mother anymore. What do you do?

my phone died recently… and then i had to get another one.. i want my ringtones jake!… but yeah.. and then i have a cellular issue.. she me and my guy went $100 over in text messages… haha. yeah.. text messages… and we got toasted. so… watch out for those phone bills ladies! lol…and guys too.. just because we talk alot doesn't get you off the hook…

i'm gonna get either a myspace or a xanga as a CURRENT lyrics site for all of my songs… www.ammie.com is trying to get somewhere and i hope to have it up soon!

next week, britney spears is in Will & Grace… now i'm not much of a will & grace fan.. but since she's gonna be in it… oh yeah.. i'm watching it. you all know i'm a MAJOR britney spears fan… at least i hope you do.. gosh lol..

well. i think that's about it so far. ttyl my peeps.. oh and i'm doing a xanga run.. leaving comments.. EVERYWHERE… so yeah.. i'll hit you up.

i love you Jake Weldon Ammie-Marie L.