#oh the woes of being an aussie

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TWISTED WONDERLAND IS NOT SUPPORTED IN AUSTRALIA I’M FUCKING CRYING WHY ANIPLEX WHYYY

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Oh the woes of being an Aussie HC fan... The charity stream started at like 1AM and ended before I woke up.

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Daniel Ricciardo admits teammate Lando Norris has handled tricky McLaren better

Daniel Ricciardo admits teammate Lando Norris has handled tricky McLaren better than he has - as Aussie F1 star prepares for exit By Josh Alston For Daily Mail Australia Published: 23:51 EDT, 16 October 2022 | Updated: 23:51 EDT, 16 October 2022 Aussie F1 star Daniel Ricciardo has admitted his young teammate Lando Norris has been better able to handle the challenges of driving a difficult McLaren this season. Ricciardo's struggles in 2022 will see him replaced at the end of the season by Australian compatriot Oscar Piastri, but the man known as the Honey Badger hopes to return to a race seat in 2024. It has been a season to forget for Australian Formula One driver Daniel Ricciardo of McLaren Ricciardo's meagre 29 points this season in comparison with Norris' 101 points has raised eyebrows and brought whispers of preferential treatment for the young Brit. 'We have so much data, and I'll watch Lando's onboards as well. And I'll see sometimes what he's able to do, and I'm just like, 'OK, I can see it, but I can't do it'. And I'm like, why won't it just rotate, or do that?' Ricciardo told The Race. 'The race pace as well, that's been one where normally things balance out, if you can't maybe get the peak in the car in one lap in quali, by the race, it should kind of settle and yet sometimes the race pace I'm like eight tenths a lap slower. And I'm just like, how? 'Even in debriefs, you'll hear from Lando 'oh this stint of the race, I could really feel the car was working there, it kind of came alive' where I'm just like … I never had that feeling. 'At times, I'm just like, something's up. This isn't normal.' Norris is the future of Australian F1 driving and has usurped Ricciardo at McLaren for 2023 Whatever the cause of the disparity in performance between the pair, Ricciardo acknowledges the quality of his teammate. 'One, I'll never take credit away from him – the kid's good. There's no denying that. And if I say he's not, then I'm just being a bitter, sore loser,' Ricciardo said. 'The second is, ignorance is bliss. And I'm not saying he's got no knowledge of racecars, not at all. He's quite actually in tune with what he does, from a technical point of view. 'But it's the only F1 car he's driven. There's been variations of the McLaren but he hasn't driven for another team. So in a way he has got, I'm sure, used to some of the elements of this car.' Ricciardo has been unable to replicate his best form behind the wheel of the orange McLaren in 2022 with his fifth place finish in Singapore his best result all season. With no podium finishes, DNF results in Italy and Saudi Arabia, an 18th place finish in Emilia Romagna and a 17th finish in Netherlands, it has certainly been a season to forget.   Numerous vehicle issues have plagued Ricciardo in a season with zero podium finishes It would be easy for Ricciardo to blame the car. He has struggled to adapt to the McLaren Mercedes all season, endured countless mechanical issues and missing out on an engine upgrade given to Norris amidst claims of preferential treatment toward the younger driver. Both drivers have disputed those claims and Norris said the McLaren setup was actually geared more toward Ricciardo's driving style than his own. Now, Ricciardo has opened up in an interview with The Raceabout his woes at McLaren and how Norris had simply been able to overcome those challenges better than he could.   Ricciardo has no hard feelings and admits that Norris has handled the vehicles better His 227 starts make Ricciardo the most experienced Australian F1 driver ever. Since making his F1 debut in 2011, he has claimed eight Grand Prix victories, 32 podium finishes and three pole positions, making him the 39th most successful driver in history. Advertisement Share or comment on this article: Daniel Ricciardo admits teammate Lando Norris has handled tricky McLaren better via Formula One | Mail Online https://www.dailymail.co.uk?ns_mchannel=rss&ns_campaign=1490&ito=1490

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Interesting and funny isn’t it when the vile undertakings of evil white Brits and their sort come back to haunt them!

By Stanley Collymore So the predictable doomsayers are rather vitriolically pointing out, from their quite skewed extrapolation of the facts that in 40 years’ time at the very most, white school children will evidently be a minority, not just in England itself but effectively as well throughout the literal entirety of Britain. Dear oh dear; oh woe are they! These distinctly being exactly the same white morons who actually can’t grasp the evidently glaring irony of exactly what they’re saying or that their kind were, and still are the evilly odious ones that quite uninvited; significantly and also crucially through their genocide and other significantly, barbaric acts of inhumanity so evidently in particularly obviously, rather close and intimate association with their simply self-indulgent emigration effectively still very currently ongoing of course to   Australia, the USA, noticeably Canada; individually and also undeniably quite undoubtedly too collectively example-wise in so dramatically completely, and permanently, it’s actually safe to say changed not only the demographic but literally, and crucially, the indigenous formation of these countries! None more so than your scum ancestors to Australia, who even had the bloody and delusional audacity, on their arrogant and white supremacist terms to even effectively egotistically, set about the unilateral refurbishment obviously of a clearly well-populated country and self-evidently, rather indigenous too, into their renamed Australia: a quite idiotically perceived, in their literally sick, white minds, this Terra nullius, country; totally devoid of any living human beings; until, of course, the white man and his woman actually distinctly significantly and crucially barbarically as it evidently and, as well, subsequently also transpired did fittingly, arrive there. A fatuous ongoing fiction, that superciliously and naturally, arrogantly occupies the facile, and also convict inured minds of truly significant numbers of inane, intellectually challenged Aussies and their rampant British kin admirers. Never mind that the indigenous Aborigines have lived and are still doing so: those, who have blessedly rather fortunately survived their own white inflicted holocaust, for crucially in excess of 66 thousand recurrently years before any white man or woman knew of what they superciliously renamed as Australia, or equally its native people, the Aborigines.   The same situation likewise   with New Zealand and its   own indigenous people   the Maori; similarly too, Canada and, as   well, the USA; where their own obvious   indigenous people are very essentially   for anyone who wants to see, a totally   ignored people, quite inside their very   own countries. A clearly contemptible   and effectively too contemptuous list that abundantly carries on! However   all the same and literally essentially   quite conveniently so, these clearly prized assholes inside Britain, who   simply unbelievably are vitriolically and really wretchedly complaining   complaining about a future dearth   of impeccably white pupils, within   our British schools - conveniently   so as usual when it actually suits   them and their utterly sick, racist   agenda; forget their own savage   history, and its most horrendous   results globally. Declaring every   time when it’s factually properly pointed out, that history is aptly     what it is; and can't, be undone!   Really? Just learn from it they   will unwillingly admit when   push does truly come to   shove. Well, perhaps now, non-whites   in Britain together with the intelligent   and non-racist, white Britons that are   marrying them and crucially creating   their very gorgeously, brown-skinned   offspring actually quite distinct from   your evilly disturbingly biased notion of what children ought really, to truly   look like: pink effectively or white as   you label them; while constructively,   the parents of these distinctly Black   and other irrefutably non Caucasian   kids are fittingly, learning, from your   own odious white past and suitably   creating their own history in Britain.   (C) Stanley V. Collymore   13 May 2023.   Author's Remarks:   Britain's population is currently 67 million people in total, 95% of which are white and the other 5% non-white. Britain also has the largest number of births in the so-called developed western world; significant numbers of which, largely among whites are bastard offspring, the result of multifarious relationships between whites themselves, as well as teenage pregnancies and abortions, and familial incest which is on the increase.   Non-white kids in the UK schools, those that aren't routinely expelled for ludicrous offences that white kids naturally get off Scot free or aren't seen as or raised ever as infractions of school rules, are all the same legally entitled to be educated in the UK as they're British born and likewise are UK Citizens.   Most whites in the UK see themselves as undoubtedly British when in reality they are just ephemerally so, in reality being the descendants or offspring residue of European pogroms carried out by their own kind escapees or likewise refugees from Europe's 20th Century holocaust, and until given sanctuary in Britain had no links to the UK culturally or in terms of financially making any contribution whatever to the country that saved their pitiable and pitiful lives.   But it doesn't  stop them though from masquerading and proselytizing themselves as authentic and even irrefutably entrenched Britishers, attendant with their contrived anglicized names and facetious British airs, while most hypocritically having an inured and odiously vile hatred against Blacks and other non-whites who races and them as the descendants of these people, saved these interlopers grandparents, parents and even their own sorry asses from extermination in places like Auschwitz, Belsen Bergen and Dachau, for example, during Europe's internecine wars hailed as World War 1 and 2, when effectively they had nothing whatsoever to do with the rest of the world generally.   Welcome to some of these charlatans: Tom Bauer, name changed to Bower to wilfully anglicize it and make this overt Yid racist appear "English"; Michael Hecht, name change to Howard for same reasons and with same ethnic background as Tom Bauer; Dominic Raab, same racist views but at least he had the decency to keep his family name; both Milibands; and good old Turk, USA born Boris Kemal and his biological family, name change to Johnson and Eton "educated". All of whom ironically and stupidly hate "immigrants". The fucking lot of them should get hold of a decent English dictionary and get a full understanding as well as the real meaning in etymological terms what immigrant actual means, and see that it has bugger all to do with skin colour, ethnic or racial origins.   There's no way that in 40 years’ time or less Black and other non-white British school children are going to outnumber white ones with the UK's population demarcation as it is and despite the fact that unlike the majority of Black and non-white kids in the UK who value education, the same attitude isn't as intense among whites, and specifically those from the so-called white working classes; but even so under UK they still have to attend school until the legal expiration date for doing so, 16, is reached. But we all know many of them don't comply with this diktat and essentially the powers that are don't bloody well care about these serfs. For as long as their parents, assuming they actually know who they are, and later themselves prop up the monarchical and entrenched class system such an integral part of the UK's way of life, the establishment doesn't care; and why should they as the only beneficiaries do?   For simply put education to these gullible and manipulatively used morons is really in truth, a foreign country! But the entire fiasco is ideal for right-wing rags and media; and naturally perfect clickbait and massive financial remuneration for the Daily Mail that facetiously ran this story; knowing full well how intellectually challenged their controlled pillocks are.   But even if part of what has been said in that Daily Mail article  is true, isn't it the height of irony with genocidal acquired, non-European countries like Australia, New Zealand, Canada and the USA having treated, and still doing so, their indigenous populations the way they have and are ongoingly doing, for these whites or whites generally, and more so specifically British ones - real or the surfeit of risibly bogus proselyting ones - whose white kin quite literally do infest these barbarically acquired countries and are crucial elements in the horrendous and inhuman treatment of these countries indigenous populations to be actually complaining about the perspective numbers of Black and other non-white kids in UK schools in 40 years’ time? Sensible and intelligent people would be applauding such an educative move and thoroughly pleased that the UK is not only becoming rightfully inclusive but a modern entity as well! But oh no; not these fawning, brownnosing sycophantic lot to their perceived divine monarchical and hereditary superior betters. How more fucking daft can the lot of you already prized assholes get? Lol!

[magnoliabloomfield]

Garden of Heathen 18- The Counsel

Joan went flying by Aussie, obviously the superior runner, but Aussie could tell that not even she would reach Thena in time. The guards who had been at the pit were closing in as well but still not fast enough. Joan was still way too far behind by the time Thena had crossed the threshold of the maze. Aussie's lungs and muscles were burning and she hated herself so much right then for not being a better runner, but she wasn't going to give up even if she dropped dead at the doors.

Joan had reached the threshold and stood there yelling through the ever diminishing passage way, gesturing desperately for Thena to come back.

'Listen to her, listen to her,' Aussie begged Thena in her head.

And then Gally blazed past her. He didn't slow down and he would have gone straight into the maze if Joan hadn't caught the back of his shirt. They both stumbled in between the doors but she managed to haul him back out. If Aussie went a little faster maybe she could see Thena one last time at the very least. Based on how close the doors were now... she wouldn't be making it back.

Aussie kept pushing, she didn't give up until she ran smack into the doors just as they sealed together. She pounded it with her fist uselessly before her knees buckled. Gally was quick to catch her as she gasped like a fish out of water.

"Oh no," Gertie panted as she began searching Aussie's pockets. "Sit her down, lean her against the wall."

Gally did so, crouching by her side.

"Here's your inhaler, Aussie," Gertie said as she held the device to her mouth and gave a puff of medicine when Aussie inhaled again.

"Gally, what were you thinking?" Joan asked him, hands on her hips.

"What was I thinking?" Gally repeated in shock as he straightened up. "I could have gone in and brought her back out! What were you thinking stopping me?"

Gertie gave Aussie another puff with the inhaler as the two fought above their heads.

"We just would have lost two people to the maze tonight instead of one," Joan shot back. "You can't be so reckless."

"She's right," Gertie agreed softly. She looked up at him with those big green eyes as if she would have missed him.

He felt Aussie grab his ankle and he bent back down to her. Her breathing was still heavy but not so gasping anymore. "Aussie, I'm sorry," he told her softly. "I could have gotten her out."

Aussie shook her head. "No... but I.. appreciate.. that you.. wanted to try," she said, putting her little hand over his and giving a weak squeeze. "This is all... my fault."

"Excuse me?" Georgia's voice cut through the growing darkness. Quite a few of the girls had gathered around them to see what had happened.

"I... humiliated her... she didn't feel like.. she could-" Aussie began to say but Georgia cut her off.

"This is not your fault!" Georgia yelled as she grabbed the front of Aussie's shirt and pulled her forward.

"Hey! Get off!" Gally yelled as he tried to tear Georgia's hands away.

"No! It's not her fault!" Georgia yelled back.

"I know, it's mine!" Gally hollered angrily as he pushed her away. She landed hard on her butt in the dirt.

Everyone shut up and stared at him for a second. He took a deep breath and spoke more calmly. "It's my fault for being here. I've caused all your problems."

"Don't be stupid!" Georgia shook her head with a disgusted look.

"Right, the makers are to blame for everything that's out of our control," Joan nodded. "And we can only control how we react to what they do."

"Aussie, remember. Everyone was on your side that night, we all agreed that what Thena wanted to do was wrong," Gertie reminded her and a murmur of agreements came from the girls behind her. "This was all just Thena's choice."

Aussie closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the doors, nodding as a tear made its way from the corner of her eyes.

"Good, so we're not going to waste anymore time playing the woe is me card, right?" Georgia asked a bit harshly.

Eyes still closed Aussie shook her head.

"Joan, did she say anything?" Aussie asked, her voice raspy again.

"No, she just ran."

"How did this happen?"

The guards stepped forward sheepishly. "We saw some of those robot things and tried to chase them off- our backs were turned just for a second and she got out somehow," one explained.

"I'll go check the pit to see how she got out," Joan said, before taking one girls torch and heading over there.

"I'm calling a meeting," Aussie said as she scooched herself up the wall till she was standing. "Right now, as soon as I can get back over there, that is."

She took short steps on wobbly knees and Gally found himself at her side, taking her arm to help her. She was going to glance at him but her eyes caught Hedy's first, her gaze kind of hard before she looked down at where Gally's hands were on her. Maybe it was the shadows playing tricks but Aussie could swear her nose curled in a slight sneer.

"Thanks, but I can manage," Aussie said as she gently pulled her arm away from him.

A look of pure hurt flashed across his face for a split second, totally taking her aback. She swallowed hard.

"Aussie.." he said, like come on. "I'm .. I'm just trying to help."

"I know, but there's the rule, remember?" She said as she limped along, falling behind most of the girls till only Gertie, Georgia, and Hedy were left around her. She glanced at the latter with a twinge in her gut.

"Yeah, it's no unnecessary touching, I think helping you walk is necessary," he countered.

"Ok, Gertie can help me," Aussie said as she reached out and latched on to Gertie who gave Gally a confused look that mirrored his own.

What was happening? He stopped walking altogether for a moment and Hedy did too when she noticed him. She glanced at Aussie over her shoulder before coming up to him.

"What's that about?" She whispered.

Gally took a deep breath, shaking his head. "I don't know," he sighed quietly.

"Do you think she's actually upset with you for not going in after Thena?" She asked him.

His brows slowly furrowed. She didn't seem upset with him when he'd said he was sorry, but she was still pulling away from him now. That was a feeling he hated. The anxiety grew in his chest wondering why this was happening, what did he do? What could he do now?

"I don't know," he finally whispered again.

"Well," Hedy sighed dismissively, her tone a little peppier. "No biggie. Plenty of other fish in the sea."

She looked up at him through her eyelashes and smirked before turning on her heel and resuming the walk back, swinging her hips more than before. Gally felt like walking up and tripping her, maybe a little kick to the back of her knee to make it buckle so she could eat some dirt.

His eyes told him that Hedy was attractive, and she was obviously into him. Those two things should have made him ecstatic... shouldn't it? But there he was with his fist balled up at the sight of her and wishing instead that he could run to Aussie's side. He still had no idea why, but that's how he felt. Eventually he began moving again. He didn't trip Hedy though.

All the girls got the seats set up for the meeting, Aussie curled up in one facing the rest of them, a far off look in her wide eyes. Hedy kept the seat next to her open and she kept glancing around. Gally stood in the shadows, leaning on the trunk of the tree and pretending he didn't see her when she spotted him. By the time they were all assembled, Joan returned.

"You're not going to believe this," Joan said as she walked up behind Aussie, making her jump.

"What? What is it?" Aussie asked, putting her feet down and sitting forward. "Go ahead and tell everyone."

Joan stood in front of the assembly, one hand went from her hip to the bridge of her nose as she seemed to compose herself.

"One of those shucking robots got into the pit and dug hand holds for her," she said as her eyes focused on some invisible spot. It was as if she didn't even believe what she was saying.

"What? How do you know?" Georgia blurted.

"The holes were perfectly square, evenly spaced, and there were little marks like their stupid little legs all around them," Joan further explained. "That's... that's the only thing I can make of it."

"And you think Thena saw a robot build her an escape route and just decided the best use of it was to then yeet herself into the maze?" Georgia crossed her arms skeptically.

"I don't know, you'd have to ask her," Joan snapped back.

"Ok, ok," Aussie interjected softly. "That's fine, that explains how she got out. We can't explain her actions after that."

"So, what do we do now?" A girl asked.

"Well," Aussie swallowed and winced at it. "I called this meeting for a few reasons. But I think that before we get too deep into it I should address one thing in particular."

A hush fell over the garden. Even the bugs seemed to shut up.

"I want to change the way leadership is handled here," Aussie started. "With Thena, everything began and ended with her. That's not what I want- I don't want to be solely responsible for this place and all of you because... well, I know I wouldn't be the best at it-"

"Are you going to pick someone to replace you?" Someone called out.

"Uh, no, not exactly," Aussie's rhythm was thrown off by that random outburst. Gally wanted to find the girl and tape her mouth shut. "I wanted to make a counsel. Multiple girls in charge of various things, but we all get together to make big decisions. That way we can discuss matters from multiple view points and collaborate on the best course."

"How do you get on the counsel?" "How many will be on it?" "Who's going to be on it?" Voices rang out at once but one was definitely Hedy, Gally just knew it.

"Shut up!" Joan commanded over their chatter. "Aussie is still in charge right now as much as Thena ever was, don't forget that. She gets to choose of course."

"That doesn't seem fair," someone muttered and Gally pushed himself off the tree, fully intending to fight a girl.

"Well, I was thinking someone from each one of the work teams," Aussie piped up somewhat timidly, realizing this was getting away from her. "So for the Guards I'd like Joan to be on the Counsel, Gertie is the only one who takes care of injuries so she'd be on it, from the gardeners we could have Lanie... et cetera. "Look," Aussie suddenly sounded more confident and commanding. "All I want is Joan, Georgia, and Gertie. The rest can be up to you. Nominate anyone but yourself and vote on it, we'll take 6 more people."

The girls seemed happy about this and they got out their voting supplies, jars and stones. Gally just watched Aussie as the girls made nominations and voted. She seemed detached from reality. Finally the counsel included Lanie, Hedy, the human box with a head that had been tending to the goats that one day, and three more girls he didn't recognize. Aussie looked exhausted.

"Great, I think that's enough excitement for one night," Aussie said as she slapped her hands on the arms of her chair and stood up. "We can have another meeting tomorrow. Everyone try to get a good nights sleep."

The girls milled about but slowly started to disperse once Aussie left them behind and started making her slow and wobbly way to her house.

Gally was confused. How was Aussie? And also, what was he supposed to do for the night? He was about to go to Joan or Gertie, or maybe just risk it all and slip off after Aussie, but Hedy was in the way. She was looking around again and something told him he didn't want her attention. He slipped behind the tree and noticed it wouldn't be hard to climb. That's what he did when he remembered Aussie's house had a window.

Climbing a tree in the dark was more difficult than he anticipated, but finally he had escaped Hedy and had a somewhat clear view of Aussie, the full leaves were hard to see through.

She sat on the edge of her bed with her head in her hands, her shoulders slightly shaking. If it weren't for the few straggling girls left below him he would have been down that tree and at Aussie's door. But then she got up, grabbed her pillow and blanket and headed for her door. She hobbled down the stairs and made her way toward the maze doors again. Luckily Gertie also noticed this and caught up with her. They spoke for a moment and then Gertie ran off and Aussie resumed her crippled woman's trudge.

The coast looked clear enough by the time Gertie got close to the tree again. She stopped and glanced around.

"Oh snit, Gally! Where'd he go?" She muttered to herself.

He carefully and quietly made his way down and dropped to the ground behind her with a slight thud. She jumped and whirled around.

"Jeez!" She almost cried aloud but Gally clamped a hand to her mouth and shushed her.

"What's Aussie doing?" He asked.

Gertie gave him the stink eye but answered him anyway. "She's going to sleep by the doors... just in case."

"Is she mad at me?" He blurted without meaning to.

"No, that's not what mad looks like on Aussie," she shook her head.

"Then what's her problem with me all of a sudden?" He questioned.

"I don't know!" But then her eyes widened from the derisive squint she was giving him like she just realized something. "Maybe it has something to do with your new girlfriend, Hedy."

This time he squinted at her. "What?!" The repulsion clear in his voice. Then slowly his expression fell. Maybe Aussie had seen them together and got the wrong idea. That could be it.

"Can I come with you?" He asked her hopefully.

"It's no skin off my butt, do what you want," she scoffed before sidestepping him.

He turned and followed her, not bothering with a pillow or blanket like Gertie had tucked under her arm. He just needed to go and be with Aussie.

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it's weird to be copying this over from Wattpad and seeing the notes I left at the end and what was going on at the time I wrote it. This one is from the time I had to sell my car to afford health insurance during the Pandemic. I still ain't got no car, and now I'm on the state provided health care because I am technically poverty. What a wild ride the past two years have been. @frequentlychangingfandoms @quackquackbi @sweetseunghyun-poulter @crazysheeplyca @pre-google @neilox @thesuitkovian @carp3d1em @cottoncandy-dreamxd @emilyhadenbaker @a-ravenclaw-into-tardis-221b @shardsofstarlight @piscesgvancouverite @tooty-fruity

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okay I know I said last one but,,,,,, i couldn’t help myself- SO how about Superhero AU? With FrostedNature? (loveuthankubye)

Oh you and your promises of not sending more prompts. LIKE.YOU.COULD.HOLD.OUT (don’t you worry baby it’s fine, your prompts always make me happy :3)

Sorry this took so long, but I’ve finlly completed it.

Based on: ‘You’re my arch nemesis but our best friends are dating…I guess I’ll play nice in civvies, for now’ AU

Hope you enjoy!

SECRET IDENTITITES, MY FOOT

Jackson Overland Frost couldn’t believe his eyes when Bunnymund introduced his girlfriend’s best friend.

This was supposed to be a nice evening. He had cleared up his schedule specifically for tonight (if he kept on canceling every time something “came up”, Bunny would probably have strangled him) and was more than ready to enjoy his first free night in three years.

Luckily, he had been spared his friend’s backlash since Tooth’s friend also had to unexpectedly rain check their outing several times.

It wasn’t like Jack didn’t like the idea of his friend now being engaged (albeit, it had shaken him a little). Toothiana was a lovely woman, a bubbly behavior that balanced Bunny´s down to earth personality. The aussie had never been in such a long relationship before, but on the four year mark he decided to pop the question.

Jack, as the newly designated best man, was having a hard time handling his responsibilities for his friend’s wedding, his job at North’s store, and his “extracurricular activities”.

The couple had declared that their two friends had to meet in order for their nuptials to smoothly continue.

Toothiana had told him a little about the future bridesmaid. Emily Jane was a no-nonsense successful botanic researcher who Tooth had met at college and become friends with.

To anyone else such a friendship would have seemed rather odd, but considering that he had and Bunny had become friends when the blue-eyed boy was getting his ass handed to him during a bar fight, he understood. His opponent had managed to throw him over the table when Jack had tried to be a knight in shining armor and save one of his friends from a rather insistent ex-boyfriend. Aster had knocked the douchebag with a mean right hook and helped Jack up from the floor.

They had been besties ever since.

Now he was at a fancy restaurant in a five-star hotel, surrounded by his two friends and sitting in front of a stunning woman in a black dress who was sending intense glances his way.

Not in the sexy sense, more like “I want to murder you with this very steak knife I have in my hand” kinda way.

Although his presence had never warranted such a reaction from anyone he had met, there was a little problem.

He knew this woman.

And judging by the recognition in her eyes when they shook hands for the first time, she knew him as well.

Despite his best effort to keep his night job and his personal life separate, it seems it had come back to bite him.

The woes that betides a superhero.

Yes, he had superpowers. And yes he spent most of his free time as a vigilante making the streets of Burgess City a little safer to tread.

By now, Jack Frost had become more than just a fable among people.

It had been quite a decision when his ice powers manifested for the same time after his close call with death at the local pond he used to skate at with his little sister.

He remembered the cold and the dark water that surrounded him. He can even recall his sister screaming out his name from the surface. But then he woke up in a hospital bed after being unconscious for days and with his mother and sister asleep by his bedside.

His powers took two weeks to show themselves.

A glisten and a flurry of ice shot out of his hand into the tree next to him and covered it with an intricate and budding frost pattern. And the rest was history.

Had it not been for the present tense atmosphere, he would have chuckled at his memory of his first years as a superhero, running around with a mask and in an old blue hoodie. What a reckless kid he had been.

Thankfully his current supersuit was now more outfitted for combat and to handle his powers. North had been very helpful after Jack had busted into his shop to stop a large robbery.

And yes, of course North knew of his double life (the ex Russian scientist was his go to tech guy, after all). A superhero couldn’t keep down a stable job as easily as the comics made it look, and he had rent to pay.

In his many comings and goings he had faced many different foes: the low life criminals that preyed on the streets, the low level grunts of the mafia families, even a few corrupt leaders of the crime syndicates that sat atop of the city.

But none had been such a challenge like his arch nemesis. Persephone.With such a taste for dramatics, no wonder the universe had decided to search for someone to meet her match.

Her phytokinetic powers had him gawking at her when they first met at a bank robbery – that she orchestrated!

With a graceful swoop she and her plants had descended upon him and confronted him in one of the most engaging combats he had had in ages.

He was quick and nimble, but her defense and her strikes knocked the wind out of him.

Luckily, he had entertained her enough for the police back up to arrive.

She had left him fighting off thorny vines and unable to follow her and end the dance they had started.

Jack Frost had encountered the mysterious woman several other times.

She seemed to dabble in several types of crimes, but was quite adept to burglary. The high-class type. Although those pompous fishes could do with having a little less money, the upper class victims were outraged at the inability of the police to catch the masked villainess.

The mystery that was Persephone had kept him awake many nights. Unfortunately, it wasn’t all from a sleuth-related nature.

Her sly smile was ever present when he closed his eyes, so was her taught yet lithe body he had felt during close quarters combat and her alluring and taunting voice.

In other words, his imagination was playing against him. And he was losing, part of him wanted to put her behind bars so he would stop thinking of her so damn much.In another universe, these two characters would have never recognized the other; oblivious of their double life until some convoluted hand of destiny revealed their identities at a more inconvenient time.

But it seemed that fate had other plans.

His mind was brought back from his machinations all of a sudden.

“I’m sorry, I have to take this call.” Emily’s voice apologized profusely to her friend. “I’ll be right back. I promise.”

She sauntered out of view, almost as if she knew that his eyes would follow her.

“I…uh…I gotta use the restroom” He spluttered and excused himself away from the couple.

Jack passed the restrooms, and made his way to the open courtyard the hotel had.It looked quite pretty with the lights that illuminated the ornate fountain.

She was there, with her back to him and appearing to admire the abundant yet harmonic greenery that surrounded them.

Oh how freaking convenient.

He approached, carefully as you would to a deadly animal. The frost was starting to surge on his palm but yet he didn’t attack. The place was secluded but not enough for a full on battle to go unnoticed.

“Of all the places in this city, I find you here.” She still did not turn to face him. “How odd, isn’t it?”

Jack didn’t answer, sizing her up. He felt relief that she hadn’t take the steak knife with her, but that feeling burst when he realized she was far more deadly without it.

“And here I was planning such a show for when we met again.” Persephone said in her usual tone; the type of confident voice that came from always holding all the cards.

“Eager to see me, sweetheart?” The word escaped his mouth before he could help it.

They had slipped into well-known roles; their war of wits just as accelerating to him as their physical warfare.

“Flirt all you want, Frost.” Her head turned to glance at him, a smirk blooming in her lips. “But you’re not handing me over to the police just yet.”

The plants around them swooshed, but not because of the wind.

“Really?” Jack clenched his jaw, his muscles tensing. “And why is that?”

She now fully turned around and stepped forward, but he held his ground.

“Because you wouldn’t want to break your dear friend’s heart, would you?”

That sent a rush of fear through his blood. Instantly, a sharp spike of ice was forming onto his hand and was inches away from her neck. She didn’t even flinch. “If you dare harm Bunny or Tooth-”

“Spare me the theatrics, Frost.” She said calmly, as if she didn’t have an ice blade to her neck ready to run her through. “I’m not going to hurt any of them.”

Ok, that had him baffled.

“What?”

“I happen to truly care for Toothiana, and I even like Bunnymund enough to entrust him the safety and happiness of the only true friend I’ve ever had.” She firmly explained in all seriousness. “I would walk through burning coals for her and make anyone who hurts her wish they were dead.”

“What I meant to say is that we happen to be their best man and bridesmaid, quite crucial to their wedding if memory serves me right.” Emily continued to explain. “And I think it would put a damper on their wedding if I were to get rid of you or, in the most unlikely case, for you to send me to prison. That’s why I’ve decided we should reach a compromise.”

“What exactly did you have in mind?”

“A truce.” She replied with a confident smile. “I don’t go around on my nightly activities and you don’t try to throw me in jail while our friends are planning their wedding. Heck, we might have to work together to make it happen so it would be useful to not be at each other’s throats.”

Jack Frost had not expected this at all. Was she truly going to just play nice with him until their friends were married?

It felt like he was missing something. Once more, she had pulled the rug from under his feet.

Jack shook his head to clear out the fog, as the wheels spun inside his head. “How can I trust Burgess City’s top criminal to keep her word?”

“I guess it’s all about a leap of faith” She stepped closer and gently placed a hand on his chest, the ice dagger now pressing firmly against her skin but she paid it no mind since she was finding him far more interesting. The conflict that battled within those blue eyes of his was positively delicious, and so was his accelerated heartbeat. “Aren’t you heroes all about that, anyways?”

Silence stretched over them, both enemies sizing each other up for the others next move. But, in the end, it was him who spoke.

To be honest, he was probably making the biggest mistake of his life.

“Fine.” He warily acquiesced. “We play nice until Bunny and Tooth get married, but if I find out that you’re at it again then the deal is off.”

“Sounds good to me” She grinned, trying to suppress the mix of anticipation and adrenaline that had her self-control in such shaky grounds. “Now would you kindly put the icicle away? I need to get back to our table before Tooth gets worried.”

The spike vanished, and he retreated back so her influence would stop messing with his head.

She made her way out of the garden, but turned around to end their encounter with one last warning. “Don’t worry, once we cart them off to their honeymoon we can go back to destroying each other like always”

He didn’t grace her with an answer as the sharp click of her stilettos faded away in the distance.

Jack combed a hand through his hair and sighed.

There were definitely going to be some interesting months ahead of him.

TADA! Hope you liked it.

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Lost Live-blogging - 1x08 Confidence Man

-HI KATE

-What that

-Oh Sawyer

-You sounded Aussie there Sawyer

-Oop that’s a sex scene

-Oop that’s a suitcase full of cash

-Pretty boy what you doing

-Well Pretty Boy I’m not saying you deserved it but I’m not saying you didn’t

-HOMEGIRL

-and chaaaarlie yay

-They’re so sweet

-So you couldn’t have asked? I know Sawyer’s a dick but he’s not sadistic, I don’t think he’d hold back life saving medicine. He’d at least trade for it ...

-That letter must be real important ...

-These guys need to take a course in diplomacy. Sawyer just beat a guy up for going through his stuff, what does Jack do? The exact same thing. Oi 🙄

-Also I’m with Sawyer, definitely communal medicine and food and such essentials, but once you’ve been in a jumble up like that, finders keepers, 🤷🏻‍♀️

-Honey you’re being swindled, no deal’s that good

-THANK YOU KATE

-OOF what a letter

-But Sawyer isn’t actually profiting? He’s hoarding, preparing, surviving, but not profiting. If anything Locke you’re profiting ... oh OH YOU SLIMY SON OF A BITCH

-That’s cold Sawyer

-OH YOU ARE THE SWINDLER

-CHARLIE AND CLAIRE ARE ADORABLE AND I LOVE THEM BOTH WITH ALL MY HEART

-Okay Jack you’re a good doctor I’ll give you that BUT ONLY THAT

-HURLEY I LOVE YOU

-Sup Jack you gonna condone torture?

-All this wouldn’t have been a problem if Kate had just kissed Sawyer and hadn’t been all high and mighty tbh. A kiss is cheap for someone’s life.

-Oh Charlie why

-The cheap fat shaming and racism shots are really not doing it for me

-Thanks for apologising Charlie

-I mean Gross capital G but what we’re you expecting Michael? Cutting it like that? You’re lucky you didn’t slice your hand open along with the fish guts, lay it on a leaf or something I swear to god

-It was Sayid’s choice Jack, and you condoned it

-YOU DID NOT GIVE HIM A CHANCE JACK. YOU DIDN’T. YOU DID NOT. YOU RAN RIGHT INTO HIS TENT AND RIFFLED THROUGH HIS STUFF IN FRONT OF HIM THEN YELLED AT HIM. THAT ISN’T GOING TO MAKE SOMEONE COOPERATIVE JACK YOU DUMB DUMB DUMMY

-Honey you haven’t even started

-Jack’s being all woe is me the moral compass my life is so hard making all these moral decisions but if he’d just cool his jets, put his pride to the side and stop equating every interaction with Sawyer as a competition for Kate’s affection (which it isn’t and Kate isn’t a prize to be won anyway Princess Jasmine does not approve) everything could have turned out so much better. There’s no sense of community between the survivors, everyone’s looking out for themselves and suspicious of others. Charlie’s taking shots at Hurley’s weight, convinced he must be hoarding food, Boone steals from Sawyer, which is idiotic in the extreme, Locke’s pushing the blame to Sawyer, cause he wants to stay on the island presumably, and basically what I’m saying is everything is anarchy and it’s all because no one’s working together and Sayid should have been in charge from the start

-Kate and Jack have the same problem Finn has in the 100, they think their ideals are more important than on-the-ground life and death decisions. I ask again, is a kiss worth someone’s life?

-Also you could play dirty as him, kiss on the cheek then say he didn’t specify where, you’ve adhered to the rules and found the loophole he left you, but no you went full frenchy Kate so who didn’t want the kiss again?

-Also two people couldn’t have had the same edition of Watership Down in that whole plane?

-No! I don’t want Sawyer to die. Goddammit why do I like him so much? It doesn’t make any sense.

-HE STOPPED CAUSE THEY HAD A KID I’M CRYING

-HE WAS THE KID I’M BAWLING

-Charlie is a cutie they’re so goddamn cute

-Sayid no don’t leave!

-Sayid you’re so noble I love you

-NO DON’T BURN IT

-Oh Good

-Well that was intense, what an episode to come back on

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KKR vs CSK Live Score: Kolkata Knight Riders' batting order in focus against Chennai Super Kings | Cricket News

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KKR vs CSK Live Score: Kolkata Knight Riders' batting order in focus against Chennai Super Kings | Cricket News

Match facts – MS Dhoni has never hit a boundary off Sunil Narine in the IPL. – In 12 meetings, Dhoni has just scored 29 off 59 balls against Narine and has got dismissed once. – MS Dhoni is one hit away from 300 sixes in T20s. – Russell needs two wickets to reach 300-mark in T20s. Old folks catching up!

Oh yuva yuva oh yuva… 🎶#WhistlePodu #WhistleFromHome #Yellove #KKRvCSK https://t.co/qMiyBlRnaI

— Chennai Super Kings (@ChennaiIPL) 1602075866000

What must be they discussing? Stephen Fleming and Michael Hussey have a chat ahead of the #KKRvCSK clash in the… https://t.co/oeiR49KMtF

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Players are out in the middle, warming up ahead of the crucial clash. We are 30 minutes away from the toss.

Hello and welcome to Match 21 of #Dream11IPL where the @KKRiders will take on @ChennaiIPL.#KKRvCSK https://t.co/49d6arRaCw

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Hello and welcome to TimesofIndia.com’s live coverage of Match 21 of IPL 2020 between Kolkata Knight Riders and Chennai Super Kings in Abu Dhabi. Preview Under-fire Kolkata Knight Riders captain Dinesh Karthik will have to figure out urgent fixes for his star-studded team’s faltering performances when it takes on a resurgent Chennai Super Kings in the IPL here on Wednesday. KKR acquired England’s World Cup-winning skipper Eoin Morgan but the management reposed confidence in Karthik and asked him to lead the side. However, a few of his baffling decisions apart from his own poor run with the bat — 37 runs from four matches — has put the Indian wicketkeeper-batsman in the line of fire. Promoting himself ahead of the star duo of Morgan and Andre Russell and preferring Sunil Narine in the opening slot over Big Bash sensation Tom Banton — who has been compared with Kevin Pietersen — has put 35-year-old Karthik in the dock. Narine has looked woefully out of sorts, managing only 27 runs from four matches at 87.09 strike rate and it’s high time that the team brings in the big-hitting English youngster. KKR have plenty of resources in bowling but Karthik, it seems, has not been able to manage them well and their match against Delhi Capitals could be a case in point. Pat Cummins’ not-so-impressive performance has added to the team’s woes. The pitch in Sharjah is a batsmen’s paradise and both teams cantered past the 200-mark but it’s the bowlers who made the difference in a close chase. The pair of Morgan and Rahul Tripathi looked to seal it but Delhi’s bowlers strangulated KKR’s batting at the death. Karthik will need to back his bowlers, especially Indian lead spinner Kuldeep Yadav who seems to have been under-utilised and bowled just nine overs after being dropped from the Delhi game. Chennai, on the other hand, rediscovered some of the form that made them three-time champions. After three losses on the trot, the Mahendra Singh Dhoni-led side would look to make its ascent to top-four from being at the bottom. Not known to tweak his side much, Dhoni persisted with Shane Watson and the Aussie veteran finally came to form with an unbeaten 83. Chasing 179 against Kings XI Punjab, Watson and Faf du Plessis made light work of their bowlers in a record 181-run unbeaten stand to seal the chase. The coming to form of a mis-firing top order is what CSK needed to come out of a miserable start and having done that, they would certainly look favourites against a struggling KKR. Teams (from) Kolkata Knight Riders: Dinesh Karthik (C), Andre Russell, Kamlesh Nagarkoti, Kuldeep Yadav, Lockie Ferguson, Nitish Rana, Prasidh Krishna, Rinku Singh, Sandeep Warrier, Shivam Mavi, Shubman Gill, Siddhesh Lad, Sunil Narine, Pat Cummins, Eoin Morgan, Varun Chakravarthy, Tom Banton, Rahul Tripathi, Chris Green, M Siddharth, Nikhil Naik, Ali Khan. Chennai Super Kings: MS Dhoni (C), M Vijay, Ambati Rayudu, Faf du Plessis, Shane Watson, Kedar Jadhav, Dwayne Bravo, Ravindra Jadeja, Lungi Ngidi, Deepak Chahar, Piyush Chawla, Imran Tahir, Mitchell Santner, Josh Hazlewood, Shardul Thakur, Sam Curran, N Jagadeesan, KM Asif, Monu Kumar, R Sai Kishore, Ruturaj Gaikwad, Karn Sharma.

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Cupid’s Blind Arrow (Group Fic) Prologue - Ginger Nut

AN: Hi everyone so this is my first fic ever, it will be loosely based on the story of Romeo and Juliet, but this prologue is just introducing all of the main characters and how I want to portray them, there will be side characters I just haven’t included them in this. I’m still a bit unsure on what ship to centre the idea around so forgive me if i play about with a few for the next couple of chapters.Pronouns used are mainly she/her and sometimes they/them. I got this idea as I’m  currently studying this play at school and I would want to read something like this, I’m really excited planning all of this out so please let me know what you think! I’m very open to feedback as I know I’m not the best writer, trust me my English teacher has told me, but I’ve tried really hard because not gonna lie I need an escape rn and this blog gives me life

“A glooming piece this morning with it brings;

The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:

Go hence to have more talk of these sad things:

Some shall be pardon’d and some punished:

For there never was a story of more woe

Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.”

“Well then class that is the end of the play, we have finally finished the first reading of Romeo and Juliet.” Miss Raja tone was monotonous despite her inner self feeling a sense of relief considering it had felt like a chore to even pick this play up as every time she did her students gave an audible groan in protest.

“What do you mean the first reading, you only need to read it once” Someone from the back corner interjected however the teacher didn’t even need to look up to know who it was,

“Willam I’m surprised you think that you’ve read it once considering most often times than not you’re leaning against the wall with your eyes and book closed.” Willam Belli surprised everyone when she showed up to the honours English class and hadn’t walked into the wrong room. She never took anything seriously and didn’t apply herself to any of her classes. Secretly however, that had changed towards the end of last term as exams were on the rise. Her mum had hired her a tutor and it just so happens that Willam became head over heels for her, only secretly though, no one could know that Willam Belli had a crush. It just wasn’t her brand; guys lusted after her and girls loved her, Willam preferred to be single at all times, no commitment no issues. But for some reason she just couldn’t forget the blonde Australian who taught her about imagery, persuasive techniques, and poetic tones. Oh, and by the way, the beautiful aussie, named Courtney, became more than just a tutor. Their time together was short due to Courtney’s exchange programming expiring but Willam came out on top, scoring almost perfect in many of her exams….and in other ways.

“Nuh uh,” Willam looked at Miss Raja wearing a face that was a mixture of offense and boredom. “They meet, fall in love, find out they’re from feuding families and kill themselves to be dead together. Ya know “happy dagger and all that shit””

Miss Raja didn’t bat an eye at Willam’s language, at this point in the game she’d heard it all and was more interested at her participation than anything else.

Just at that the bell for 3rd period rang, and the stampede of students started to flow into the river of people in the corridor. Miss Raja started to collect in copies of the play as she felt weight being lifted off her shoulders, this class had to be the most challenging; Aside from the infamous vain character that is Willam, her class was full of huge personalities and Raja had no clue how this year was going to pan out, she groaned at the thought of it. Violet Chachki she thought as she picked the copy of the play off her desk, a prestigious yet intimidating student who had extremely high standards and walked the halls as if everyone disgusted her, you did not want to disappoint Violet. Her signature feature being a small a waist as Willam attention span, she also had an amazing eye for fashion and almost always showed up at school with an outfit that was coordinated head to toe. Raja admired her determination; that girl could achieve anything she set her mind to which is why she consistently turns in exceptional work on independent tasks. Next to Violet sat Bianca Del Rio, brutal honesty being her forefront and her over it attitude certainly contradicted her eagerness to participate in discussion which she usually took over from Miss Raja. Before you know it, Bianca was educating the whole class instead and Raja would sit back and let her go for it. As miss raja scanned the class she picked up the 3 copies belonging to the more laid back, chilled students in the back row: Right in the back corner was Pearl Liason, Pearl had only moved to the school a couple of months before summer which gave her a disadvantage regarding a social life, most of the kids had been going to the same school as each other their whole life. Pearl didn’t seem to mind though any time Raja had been on school lunch monitor duty, her dreaded day of the week, she noticed Pearl sitting at the end of a table with headphones in and usually doing homework or something of that sorts, sometimes she had a sketch pad out. A thought emerged, Raja believed that her and Violet would be good friends considering their arty, creative interests, maybe they worked together in a fashion or media class, but Raja never dared to get any closer to find out what was on Pearls paper. She just felt weird doing so, even though it’d probably be more interesting than listening to Miss Sanchez’s stories of her son or Miss Imfurst’s rages over her classes. Pearl was a more reserved student, that’s just how she was, nevertheless she got on with her work occasionally getting into trouble for smelling of cigarettes or weed as she came into class with the other back row students. In the middle sat Adore Delano, a grunge rocker who had an abysmal at best attendance record, but a raw talent that Miss Raja longed to see all the time, but it was hard fucking work. Adore preferred to talk than listen, write than read. Raja understood that, her mind produced some really wonderful things but examiners won’t ask you about the origin of life and importance of spirituality. Surprisingly Adore got on well with Bianca who sat immediately in front of her; they were polar opposites but somehow had an undeniable connection. Raja couldn’t keep herself from laughing sometimes at the things they came up with and their dynamic. Completing the back row was none other than Sharon Needles, Sharon had smart moments but for the most part Raja wondered how she managed to get into this class. She had a no fucks given vibe and for that reason she rarely turned any work in. Sharon didn’t do much work in class in fact she didn’t really do anything. She spent most of her time listening to Adore ramble on, engraving shit like “Andy Warhol is dead” onto her desk or staring out of the window looking like she was in love with the rain. The leather biker looks raised some eyebrows but on the inside Sharon was really goofy and a big softy. Raja could’ve sworn she’d caught Sharon gazing at one of the girls in the front row, but could not place her finger on who. Across the room Willam sat at the other back row alongside a few other students who Willam found pleasure in angering. One of them however seemed to enjoy her witty and usually narcissistic comments, and that was a Russian born gymnast called Katya. Raja had given up with her real name after less than one class. Katya had a weird sense of humour, that’s for sure but found Willam out of all people hilariously funny even when the joke was aimed at her. Katya’s work consisted mainly of historical events that had modern day twists, she had a weird thing for futuristic Barbie’s and it never failed to bore Raja. Making her way back down to the front row she guided past Alaska Thunderfuck scooping up her copy of the play. Alaska was actually quite intellectual; however, her class work was always to a much higher standard than her home assignments, Raja wondered what the fuck is that girl doing outside of school, who are her friends? Alaska insisted that she had a busy life, which one may be lead to believe. The girl was a cheerleader and featured in many of the school events such as the musicals. And finally, next to Alaska sat Trixie Mattel. Trixie’s personality and hair lit up the room, like Alaska, Trixie was a cheerleader and often came to class in uniform. Trixie was an ideal student, she always showed up on time to class, did her work, completed all homework, and scored pretty high in all class tests. Raja had no worries with her, god forbid she got into a relationship.

Miss Raja just noticed a pounding headache coming on as she proceeded to read the rest of the requirements for the Romeo and Juliet section; “Class must have a discussion on whether the plot of the play was a cautionary tale regarding the stupidity of youth and lust or a beautiful tragedy where poisonous hatred can be conquered by love.” Fucking hell, thought Raja. Class discussions are a waste of time. She scrolled down, the next requirement was a nine-point essay on why Romeo was a character created to evoke sympathy in the reader. Class discussion it is.

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thank you !

^^ dis gif isn't mine. but that's totally my face.

Here it is! This is my big dumb 'thank-you' post that I've been meaning to write. So if you weren't aware, I've actually closed this blog (aside from some random posts about Logan and a Batman Podcast - you should listen to it) due to some major, major problems with the DC fandom that I find toxic and quite frankly disgusting. But das stuff that sadly I can't change so I'm doing what's best for me and getting my ass outta here before my love for Batman is forever ruined by blind and immature fanboys.

i started writing bryce around about 2015. My first blog was called surgitisms but I changed it because someone made some burnbook callout about me copying someones url (I had no idea that blog existed rofl - surgit is latin for 'rise'). I then moved to rageinyourbones (shoutouts to joseph gordon levitt) where i spent most of my time, developing this character that wasn't even my idea - it was just a passing remark from a lovely actress by the name of Natalie Dormer. now as you're aware (and as i continually apologize for) i fucked up on that blog, and i've done my best to reach out and make amends with the people i offended (and they were super gracious and accepted my apology). but that negative bollocks aside, i grew up so much on that blog. i learned some amazing things about myself, i learned some bad things about myself, and most importantly i created a character that i personally believe is different to bruce wayne. i ended up headcannoning late at night, thinking about how she would act differently to bruce, about how she would interact with certain characters etc etc etc.

but what really made all the difference was the people i met.

you guys are fucking amazing. i mean lets be real - the tumblr rp community can be fucked sometimes. we've all seen it, but what i love is that we tend to (80% of the time) treat each other as real human beings and see that what we're really here for is just the love of these dumb fictional characters. they give us a break from the savagery of life and its endless woes. i am so, so so grateful and so so so blessed to have known the people i have on here. people whom i met on rageinyourbones and followed me across to here, and people whom i met here. holy bollocks im rambling - im just gonna tag some specific people who really really made my life on here so enjoyable. the rest i'll just lump into one big post because i'm lazy like that.

@fracturedportrait - harmony. i remember meeting you the first time. i remember it so clearly. you were so chill, so spunky (god i feel old using that word), and you had such a passion for your oc. i remember the first plot we had, the inspiration we shared... who knew that it was the beginning of my greatest friendship and my #1 OTP for bryce. you were the first person whom i ever actually spoke to off tumblr (remember when i called you?? and you heard my dumb aussie accent??). i remember legitimately getting teary over memes, i remember smiling so much during our threads, i remember (and still do) laugh about us talking about how our sin is like a lovely vintage of wine. your writing consistently, unimaginably, pushes and has pushed me to better mine. with every post you made, you helped improve my writing. you are such a blessing to me and i am not going to just let this stay as some dumb tumblr friendship. we'll face time, and i'll be sure to credit you when i'm on the red carpet with natalie dormer being like 'so what made you want to write this film about a female batman?'. i'll just be like 'yo there was this really cool chick who wrote a vampire and she told me to just write this film'.

@halysborn - SWAN. ho man. do you remember when i wrote that giant meta about how dick literally changed not just bryce's life, but bruce's? i firmly believe that dick is the most important character in bruce's life. and i mean i'm talking on the same level as alfred - even more. he's the TRUE son. the son whom saved him. like i just cry about how bruce says that line - 'sometimes i think i've never done any good in my life. then i look at dick and realize i'm wrong' or whatever that actual phrase is. i PHYSICALLY VOM WHEN PEOPLE SHIP THEM. but yo that's other stuff. what's important is that you have supported me selflessly and without strings. you've supported me here, you've supported me over on deshibcsara, you've just been a consistent rock, an unyielding foundation of encouragement. i still, and will NEVER delete that voice recording where you talk about me and my love for batman. it gives me such hope and reminds me that, yeah i fuck up, but i've at least affected someone else's life and how they see batman. my only regret is that i was so goddamn slow with replying to our stuff. and that was literally because i felt like you deserved nothing but my absolute best. you are incredible, and from one aussie to another, i love you brocookie!

@femmekill - could u pls stop spamming my facebook wall with memes?? SIKE I LIED. I FUCKING LOVE IT. my mum literally asked me the other night 'who is -insert your real name-?' and i was like 'oh thats my wife' and she was like '???' and i just said 'dont even BOTHER trying to understand'. you have been nothing but optimistic about me. you consistently, relentlessly see the good in me. i dont think there's ever been a time where like i've felt wronged by you? or at the very least felt like i was a burden to you? you never fail to spread positivity. even when you were feeling like shit and i tried to cheer you up, it's like you turned it on me and were like 'nah gus you're not cheering me up IM CHEERING YOU UP - thats how it works'. im so fucking whipped by you, because you're just such a blessing to my life. the day we shared FB's was like the day i realized 'WELP IM IN THIS MARRIAGE FOR LIFE NOW'. when it comes to your writing - i'm just breathless. the tumblr rp fandom does not deserve you. keep doing your thing man - don't ever let douchebag anons change that.

@marblebelow - I SINCERELY HOPE YOU STILL HAVE THE RECORDING OF ME SINGING 'THE CONFRONTATION'. especially with the 'DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUN'. that shit is lit. yo but mikel really. the days of us writing together - writing fisk/bryce and then writing jim/bryce... i value it so much. you've taught me to pursue every little nuance in bryce's character. and i mean that - you ask me tiny little questions, and holy crap i end up going into a massive internal investigation. and worst of all (or best??) you jsut lavish me with genuine, kind words. i regret that we didnt get to write much more (both of us having major stress/overwhelmed issues), but dude, like, never stop being you - you have such overwhelming, unimaginable depths of creativity. even if you don't realize it, or feel like you don't, believe me - you do. it sounds like -- errr.... arrogant? but ive spent the last six years studying writing/fiction/film and just immersing myself in it so i feel like i have SOME credibility - you really really do have a gift.

@ivyworn - 'yes hello i'd like to report a murder? the victim is ME' aka this is what happens whenever we talk. so we never actually got to do much writing, but honestly? i literally feel like we did writing in the SPIRIT with all of our tumblr IMs and just the amount of shit talking we did. PUMA. LEST WE FORGET. PUMA. no but real talk, i was supposed to send you a birthday gift aka im still gonna get my ass onto paypal and do that SO DONT YOU LEAVE YOUR BLOG. AND YOU CANNOT SAY NO. i've never met anyone whom has such an in-depth love and understanding for ivy. i remember chatting about Cast Shadows with you and the level of complexitity between Batman and Ivy. i mentioned this but Batman/Ivy is literally my OTP for Bruce. i just think it is such an interesting avenue that no writer (post Cast Shadows) has explored. whenever we spoke, i had such a smile on my face, i cannot even begin to desribe it. i really really hope life goes well for you and treats you with the care and respect you DESERVE.

@psyclownsis @scarestress tags both blogs bc i have no idea where you are these days. so i already recorded that voice meme thing talking about you piri - but i literally just want to further express my admiration and gratitude for you. you've stuck by me, you've pulled me aside and been like 'oi gus you're being a douche stop it', and you've just supported me and taken such an interest in this dumb character i write that literally just blows me away. the fact that we barely write but i still feel so close to you and so valued by you is just a testament to the power of tumblr rp friendships. we don't NEED to write together to be friends and to respect and admire each other. AND LORD KNOWS i admire you. i admire your dedication, i admire your 'idgaf' attitude. and honestly i just admire your unrelenting loyalty to people.

because i've literally written an essay - the rest of these tags are people that i admire and love, even if we haven't had much chance to interact.

@agoodluthor | @gunkanjiima | @grincarved | @terrifiesthem | @tcmbraider | @truthpiety | @influencedbyfear | @inexactexpiration | @aftcrshocks | @fallencomrade | @geniusfuturist | @mangledgrin | @shewolveriine | @tragicloss | @unleashedjustice | @volchista | @widowscars 

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Tell me a story: Yoga Abroad

It had been a long day since the Argentinian had MIA-ed into the sunset, leaving me groping for serenity that very long Wednesday before yoga teacher training was to begin. "Allo!" The hostel owner who everyone called "Daddy" chimed as I shuffled from my porch to my moped. Damn. I wanted something herbed to counterbalance my lunch of nerves and tempeh and air. Ten more minutes till I was expected to be at the Shala for what would be either a savasana cocktail of celebrity rehab or an om orgasm with taut Nordic goddesses who probably moonlighted as amber-infused Bhagavagita sexologists. I was gonna take my gamble and go find out after shelling out the skrilla G's in a moment of BLANKKKKK upheaval one hungover morning in Bangkok just two weeks prior. Time to smatter my Traggae Surf hostel wall with Giselle Bunchden and "Touch Yourself, Ganesh Offspring" quotes.

I decided to walk and observe everything to get into the practice of being "authentically mindful." It took me 3 times of listening to Yo Gotti's "Act Right" before I reached the tranquil wood sign of "Yoga Searcher, Uluwatu, Bali." There was a happy Buddha emblazoned on the coinage that I had arrived to find myself. Skeptical, a little. Facetious, no… it just dawned on me and probably a million times before that I could be the anti-christ to these types of programs. I'd always simultaneously cringed and fawned over the "yoga gurl" pics insta kept on titillating rotation: yoga gurl stretching into some fantastical bridge position, her bronzed bod entwined with an inspirational quote of having "found inner peace" in Peru. "Yoga gurl" sipping out of a chlorophyll coconut like it was the most delicious double-shot of patron that she'd ever guzzled. "Yoga gurl" beaming at her dreaded washboard abs surfer boyfriend, congratulating her graduation with matching sun and moon tattoos and the coordinates of where they'd once met at a surfer ashram.

Why was I here? Did I want to be yoga gurl? Textbook guilty. It was time to reinvent after spending far too much time withdrawn into a shell of "the post-grad life." I could've just bought a $30 insurance covered therapy session a few times a week with a frumpily dressed yet moderately compassionate shrink but nooooo, no no no... I had to go to BALI to talk about problems and laugh with nonchalance when I realized that my hair salty and my toes so tanned meant the world was so fine now, so fine.  I could envision my previous selves clustering together to meet about this cosmic life transition, sharing kombucha while wondering where the wine and whiskey was hidden, rumpling a NYTimes paper to a Jay Z banger, reflecting then brushing off the meanderings with "oh, please, let's just say fuck it and do it. It'll be a great story." Indeed. I wandered up to the Shala, the grass seeming to emanate inner peace itself as it swayed by the infinity pool, inviting the gorgeous participants to "let that shit go." Beautiful women in flowing bohemian glory wandered up the steps, not breaking a sweat in the 90 degree sun, their smiles like sumptuous macca whirling in a sea of boison berries. "Welcome," one of our instructors, Amy, greeted us. I loved her immediately. Her hair was a fiery crown of auburn and she had a septum and her voice was as soothing as dark chocolate dashed in Jameson; when she said "gra" in her Irish lilt I wondered why Hozier hadn't married her already.

We all settled into our crimson pillows and were told to interview a partner so we could learn, embrace, introduce, get to know each other. My partner, Rebecca, was a holistic wunderkind platonic supermodel with a dash of sass who I assumed could do the splits with the conviction of the Dalai Lama's blessing. When it came time to go around the circle, she read my answers as I challenged myself to unravel from a painful expression of half-lotus that I could definitely not do: "Isabelle loves the color black, Bobby Shmurda club bangerz, painting, reading. She is currently traveling on her own for three months and has no expectations of what her experience will be here. She just wants to learn how to breathe and connect with parts of herself that she feels like she has lost." Goddamn, I wanted to cry for myself. Thank god everyone going around the circle wasn't set on this teacher track, they  just wanted some expensive therapy with prayer beads and Shiva and all that. There would undoubtedly be the Eat Pray Lover who had found her moksha in India and in her rose-smelling coitus, but om mani padmi om to her.

I had always loved yoga, but like with everything else, I tended to conceptualize the whole experience into a tangent web of intellectualized thoughts and associations. Or inappropriate metaphors. I loved the feeling of the actual exercise, but all of this head business made it so that it was an experience outside of me usually; the spirituality had not yet caught me, although that was why I was precisely in Bali at the golden temple shala at that very moment. I wanted a jolt and so I was going to throw caution to the wind with a degree of control based on the internet's blessing of great reviews of women who were trying to do the same thing as me at yoga retreats and teacher trainings abroad. I'd felt like I'd been unraveling for a bit already, so decluttering some of the mess seemed beyond essential and spiritual tourism was what I thought would be quite the graceful quick fix.

The next few weeks turned into an amalgamation of self-discovery and trying to do certain asana positions and also some penetrating flares of frustration but also laughter at the absurdity of some "unfoldings." Every morning started at 5:30 am in the shala, which meant rolling out of bed and spraying myself with delicious DEET at 5:10 AM before sauntering out the door to walk with my neighborhood bombshells, Greta (from Wisconsin) and Becks (from Norway). Thankfully, Becks and I would sprint back to "Daddy" come 7:30 AM to guzzle buttloads of delish Balinese coffee while commiserating about how our hips couldn't open and yet how we loved Dipa's lectures on the feminine and the masculine merged into perception within the concept of the 8 folds of yoga. After this ritual I would usually blare Schoolboy Q and practice twrking (always come prepared) for a solid 40 minutes before going back to the shala for some alignment where I prayed that we would have partner massage sessions that would make my celibate self feel some firing synapses.

I found some soul sistahs in my atypical American peers. Erin and I found each other at the next door warung when she explained how she wanted some body bounce and less namestes. She became #1 woe. She is the baddest bitch of them all, especially when we listened to E-40 by the pool and she claimed in-person basis with the bay's pride and glory. And she worked at Twitter and claimed a title in an Aussie wet t-shirt contest and has traveled the whole world and is an acclaimed blogger. And would do neck shots of tequila with me. We became each other's co-dependent trap queens at the local Single Fin club. Thank god I wasn't in love while I was incorporating into this yogini program. Instead I meditated on everything I was looking for and why I was alone and why I was so ecstatic to be single (until 10 pm). It was like a study abroad for starving yourself on green juice and breathing and all I had to do was make decisions for me. My agenda was to get everything out of my system, although that comes at a cost: because then you actually discover yourself. And that can be... hard. But necessary. I realized I was a whole person and so was everyone else no matter what point in life they were at. Basically, yoga teacher training is like a caftan clad sorority who hold a cave open for worshipping Jack Johnson and period moon goddess parties. The worst part was feeling simultaneously annoyed and a little crestfallen that I couldn't cry post-meditation while others sobbed about varying levels of tragedy and spontaneous emotion. It was as if a little Eagle perched on my soul and clawed at any inkling of a tear. I cried when the nutritionist talked about how her old friends who drank cheap wine and smoked cigs didn't accept her newfound love affair with kale and B12 shots. Figures.

On a lighter note, I would check my Tinder abroad after an arduous day of leg flexing. Here is what I found that led me to keep doing downward dog to soul search and not find men.

Not too savory. But I would often wash away the unsightlyness of it all with a good ol' gin and tonic with the American girls, especially after getting our yoga certificates in our crocheted crop tops. One interesting note: Americans cannot accept awards without looking like complete douche bags. We all joked about it afterwards that the four of us couldn't make heartfelt speeches like the fellow Europeans did. We just collect those trophies like candies, stating after the acceptance, "yeah, thanks guys, love you" as a token of our appreciation. Point of relation, apparently.

The whole yoga experience has made wonder what acceptance is other than just where you are right now. It's also made me curious as to how it is apart of the woman I hope to be or already am. I mostly feel humbled and grateful for the women I got to know for a solid month straight x 1000 hypothetical days of deep talks. And for the times that I wondered about who I was; well, that will continue, and so will the sideways splits of discovering bad-assness that yoga training taps you into. I was gonna write a blog on travel tips and then I ended up writing a blog on inappropriate metaphors. Because that's just me. 

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Hashtags, Crazy and Star Trek Woes

Let’s be clear, I am a 90’s kid. I was born in 85’ and there are things nowadays that well, I’m probably too old to ‘understand’ lol. In high school I managed to avoid the ‘myspace’ craze, sadly I couldn’t avoid facebook and while I have one I only use the messenger because there are people who refuse to learn to use discord! *groan*.

Hashtags. Used to the # was for like a number symbol #231 if you had an apartment number, now? I really wonder why a better name couldn’t have been found for it. Why not use the unloved ~ or * I’ll never know. I just know that one day on the rare moment I glanced at a television not tuned to netflix, I saw the hashtag and hoped it would die. Nope. Damn thing managed to live on and because of @embervaleart, I now have to actually force myself to use them cuz they have a purpose lol.

To be fair I didn’t start this blog with the intent to grab people’s attention, honestly I still have doubts that anyone will care about this measly little corner. However, if I am honest, when I get a follower it cheers me up a bit. I have no idea why. I have a total of three. I think I hope for more just to see how far it will go, just to see where my words go. I don’t expect to touch anyone with them, I don’t think myself that important or that eloquent. I don’t really get the correlation between my words and # attached to words making such things happen. Like I said, I am probably just too old to understand.

Maybe it’s just how I am wired too. I have aspergers. No big thing, certainly not unique, but lets face it because of it something like this was probably doomed to go over my head. When I get asked ‘What makes you so different, what makes having aspergers  so different from others?’ The answer? The way we think. Most people go from A to Z one letter at a time and move on, for me? I visit every bloody letter and go backwards to spend more time with the letters I like before going to the last. People with this take adventures and it makes no sense to any of the people who don’t function this way. I also call it ‘permanent foot in mouth disease’, I have learned over the years to accept the fact that I will never ever be able to fully control the upwards rush that sticks my limb inside my mouth. The things I can say, if I am not paying attention can take the poor fools without my brain aback.

I have learned to accept the taste of foot. Growing up in the 90’s with having aspergers was hell. That was the age when no one in my area knew what it was, doped me up on antipsychotics and, when those failed and made me appear psychotic instead, I was stuffed in hospitals. Hell, one psychologist tried to diagnose me with tourette's syndrome because I arranged his toys from biggest to smallest out of boredom. If anything he should have said ‘Ah ha! She has OCD!’ Nope. To say my past is riddled with the blunders of others and the losses of pieces of my soul I’ll never get back would be an understatement.

Now, how does this relate to the #? Well, because it mostly doesn’t and only fringely does. Basically I’m saying that because it seems like nonsense to me I don’t get the importance of it. I’d happily ignore it, but now that I know there are things I could collect to use them? My curiosity is caught. Well, by ‘things’ I mean people and by people I mean ‘followers’. You are all things, accept this. I mean it with much love and adoration, but you are things I will put in my collection and there is nothing you can do. I will rule the world… Failing that I just want to preside over a hord of people who all actually bother to pay attention to the nonsense that oozes from my brain.

Mmm, brain ooze…

Oh yeah. Star Trek Discovery. I don’t have cable and am  thus denied. How dare they? I have been waiting for a new series forever, not cuz I am a trekkie, but because it has literally been too damn long. So many good sci fi shows started in the 90’s actually, 80’s and 90’s. Highlander is STILL my favorite, but Xena and Hercules hold a special place in my heart too. Then there is Andromeda, Farscape and Earth Final Conflict… Interestingly I found EFC to have a bunch of things that are now, you’d have to watch it, but I loved that show. Oh yeah Babylon 5 too. Stargate… *sigh* I miss those days…

Yeah, being denied the joy of watching a new series annoys me a lot, but I will watch it because yay for VPN! Aussie Netflix here I come! Anyways my bizarre rant is over, good luck making sense of it! xD