#oh to be Ollie from October

[lumiilys]

Love making chitchat with my past self 💕💕💕 bestie you don’t know what’s coming for you 🥰

[intheupside]

That year, the NHL was embroiled in one of its periodic work stoppages, this one a lockout.Players were allowed at practice facilities, but team officials were not.

Crosby took on the role of media relations director. A day in advance, he’d tell the media what time Penguins players — usually around a dozen — would be working out. One time, in a particularly endearing moment, players canceled the next day’s workout. So, Crosby called me and asked me to tell the rest of the media not to show up. It was a very strange time for hockey and especially for Crosby, who had just lost 100 games in his prime due to a concussion. Now, he was missing more time in his prime because of a lockout.

Also because of the lockout, Crosby had plenty of time for introspection along with his hockey player and media relations duties. He had time to pay close attention to the rest of the hockey world, too, a privilege he typically isn’t afforded in October.

Two hours north of Pittsburgh, a 15-year-old sensation had arrived in Erie, Pa. — Connor McDavid was taking the Ontario Hockey League by storm. I had decided to travel to Erie with Penguins broadcaster Paul Steigerwald on Saturday, the night of McDavid’s second home game, when the Erie Otters were taking on the London Knights.

On the game’s first shift, McDavid split defensemen Olli Määttä and Scott Harrington and then scored to finish off a highlight reel goal.

Dan Bylsma, then coaching the Penguins, was there. Following the game, he chewed out Määttä and Harrington, a couple of Penguins draft picks, for allowing that goal on the game’s first shift. After seeing the interaction, I joked to Bylsma, something along the lines of, “I don’t know, that McDavid kid is kinda good.”

Bylsma looked at me and said: “He’s 15. They shouldn’t be getting split like that.”

I relayed this story to Crosby, who asked if Bylsma really said that. Then he took my side.

“Doesn’t matter how old he is. He’s different,” Crosby said.

Oh?

Crosby always politely answers questions about players, but he doesn’t typically go out of his way like that.

Then it occurred to me that Erie Otters games aren’t televised in Pittsburgh. I had assumed that Crosby had never seen McDavid play.

“Got some time on my hands these days,” Crosby said with a smile. “I’ve seen him. I’ve seen highlights of him.”

The greatest player in the world is checking out YouTube highlights of a 15-year-old hockey player?

“Yep,” Crosby said.

Then he said something I’ll never forget. Sensing that he saw something in McDavid that was different, I asked him if McDavid reminded him of anyone. In a non-arrogant way, Crosby quietly said, “He reminds me of me.”

Make no mistake, he admired all of the players who were compared to him. He once told me that, if he could shoot the puck like Alex Ovechkin, he wouldn’t pass as much as he does. I once saw him shake his head when he watched Patrick Kane stickhandle around an opponent on TV.

But he never anointed other players, even if he would marvel.

With McDavid, stylistically, Crosby saw himself. And he saw talent that was out of this world.

Crosby didn’t feel threatened. He understood that someone else always comes along.

from the athletic

[slaytheusurper]

⭑ Separate Worlds, Chapter Two ⭑

Series masterlist

Pairing: Michael Gavey x Popular!rich!reader

Warning: Mentions of alcohol, argument, sex and bullying

Summary:  Living two completely separate lives you and Michael had never really crossed paths and you’ve never really looked at him before. But when your worlds collide, affections arise.

Word count: 1.6k

Friday, October 14th 2006

The music blasting from the little stereo on your desk was supposed to set the vibe for the night as you, Eliose and Maisie got ready for your birthday party in the pub. Since almost none of your family could make it for the day itself or the weekend, you decided to spend it with your friends instead. You hesitated to tell them about your run in with Michael, for some reason it made you feel all flustered and nervous. So you kept it to yourself, focusing on your makeup instead.

It was as if the universe was on your side as today or rather tonight- it didn’t rain. Just a bit cloudy and windy but that was fine. You and the girls made your way to the pub, Eloise explaining in way too much detail about what her new boyfriend did to her last night. Finally when you were at the entrance you were successful in making Eloise shut up about her boyfriend's giant dick and made you way inside. Passing Michael and Oliver sitting together as you walked over to the big table in the back.

Farleigh, Felix, Nate, Tom, Chris and some other guys and girls were already there. The three of you were a bit late as Maisie forgot her bag and you had to go back to your dorm. But the smile on your face was uncontrollable as you saw the big birthday cake littered with lightened candles on the table. When you reached the table, everyone began to sing. “Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear (y/n)! Happy birthday to you!” When the song finished they clapped and whistled as you blew out your candles and sat down. Immediately Felix handed out shots and your little party began. 

Three shots later and you were feeling a little tipsy. But you couldn’t help it when you looked over to the table where Michael and Oliver were sitting, you didn’t invite Oliver as you didn’t know him that well and again- thought he was a little weird. Michaels eyes landed on yours as Oliver's back was to you. You gave him a small smile and his eyes dropped down to his empty glass instead.

He said something to Oliver- what you couldn’t hear, but made his way then to the gents. Oliver stood up and walked over to the bar with a sigh. Clearly he’s having a great time. But then the worst happened, Felix noticed Oliver and called out to him. “Oliver! Ollie! Come! Join us mate!” He yelled through the pub, you gave him a look but he ignored you. When he got to the table Felix pulled out a chair for him and he awkwardly joined. “This here is my saviour! He was the one to lend me his bike, remember?” Felix was clearly fucking drunk for even inviting him over but you decided to ignore it. 

Until- Michael came back, he stood there awkwardly when Felix said, “Oh sorry, were you with your mate?” Oliver looked back. “Nah he was just leaving.” You frowned as Michael stormed out of the pub. “Was he? Or did you dump him?” The words left your lips before you even thought about it. Fucking jagerbombs. He looked nervous and red but Felix spoke up from him. “Just leave it, his friend should’ve just joined us then.” Your mouth was agape at Felix’s words. He was such a fucking asshole sometimes. Your chair scraped loudly when you got up.

Eloise and Maisie called after you as you grabbed your coat and bag, and stepped outside. The wind blowing your hair in all kinds of directions. For some reason you frantically looked around for Michael, when you finally spotted him walking towards the dorm building. You ran after him in your heels. “Michael! Michael! Wait please!” You yelled at him through the wind, still he had heard you and stopped to look around. Finally you had caught up with him. 

“Oliver is- such- a fucking- dick-” You panted, trying to catch your breath. He slightly smiled and looked down. “Yeah he is. So are your friends. Bunch of vapid cunts.” You frowned at his insult. “Hey! They're not all like that!” He rolled his eyes. “Yes they are, you’re all the same, only here because of mummy and daddy’s money. I know who you are, who your dad is. The bunch of you just look down on everyone. Thinking you rule the world.” He snapped. 

“What the fuck, I don’t look down on anyone! Neither do Eloise or Maisie. You don’t know us. Yes, Oliver was a cunt for just dumping you like that and Felix does happen to be like that but a lot of us aren’t.” He huffed. “Just leave me alone, I don’t even know why you’re talking to me anyway. You don’t care about me and you don’t know me.” His words made you sad, he was clearly very insecure and this had probably happened to him before.

“I’m talking to you because you seemed nice and I felt awful for you. If you really want me to leave you alone then of course I respect that but I just wanted to cheer you up. I’m not an asshole you know.” He scoffed. “I think you’re just trying to make yourself feel better.” You couldn’t believe him, did he really think you were that shallow? “The only way I would make myself feel better was by staying in there getting drunk and forgetting about you but I know what it feels like to be used, it’s fucking horrible.” He looked at you when you said that. 

“How were you planning to cheer me up anyway.” He muttered. You smiled and took his hand, a spark flying through you at the feel of his soft skin. “I think I know something.” 

And so he was on the lookout as you used a pin from your hair to unlock the library door. “We shouldn’t be doing this. Please, let’s do something else, we’ll get expelled if they find out.” He ranted, looking around nervously. 

“Ssh! We’re not getting expelled. Mummy and daddy’s money, remember? Besides, I think-” Click. “There we go, come on.” You grabbed his arm once again and the tips of his ears blushed red, as well as his cheeks. Cute. You dragged him along with you and walked up the stairs to the upper section. The spot was something you and Maisie found last year, when you were both pissed and hidden from some guys catcalling you. Once on the second floor you ascended a hidden little stairway that led up to some sort of attic. But that attic had a beautiful ceiling window where you could see the stars.

His mouth fell open at the sight. You smiled at his expression and pulled over the old couch that was collecting dust in there. He sat down and you joined him. You opened your bag and pulled out a flask offering him some, even though he refused, you took some sips yourself. “So tell me about you.” He gave you a confused look. “You said I didn’t even know you and you’re right. So… tell me about Michael Gavey.” He blushed at your words and started telling you about his parents, his scholarship, his cat and what he liked. Maths of course. 

“Ask me a sum.” He looked at you excitedly. “Hmm. 6391 times 2183.” You smiled. There was no way he cou- “13 million 951 thousand and 553.” Your mouth fell agape this time. “Nah you just made that up- there is no way!” He frowned at that. “I’ll show you in maths on monday, I’m right. I’m a genius.” He said. You laughed. “Okay, if you are right I’ll get something for you. What’s your favourite snack?” He smiled and told you. “Crunchies but you don’t have to get me anything. I know I’m right.” You looked at him and shamelessly took in his jaw, lips and nose. Why the fuck was he kind of really fucking hot? No- it must be all the alcohol from the night.  

His face reddened again and he looked down at his lap. “Uh, we should get going. But thanks. You really did cheer me up. I suppose I shouldn’t tell anyone right?” You looked at him confused. “What? What do mean?” He looked at you again. “Well, you know. About us hanging out. Wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation.” He chuckled nervously. “Michael I really don’t care if people know, I like hanging out with you. How horrible were people to you that you think that lowly of yourself?” 

“Just, was bullied a lot s’all. In primary. Because I was so much smarter than everyone else.” You didn’t know if it was alcohol or empathy but tears lightly filled your eyes, but you blinked them away. “Michael, I’m so incredibly sorry. You should’ve gotten praise for your talent, not bullied.” He gave you a soft smile. “It’s fine, but really we should leave.” You gave him a nod and the two of you left the building. Michael said goodbye and turned to his dorm building but you stopped him, turning him around you hugged him. 

You could hear the slight gasp leaving his lips. When you let him go you bid him goodnight and turned the other way to your dorm. And Michael stood there, red faced and a raging erection in his pants. He was smitten.

[blueikeproductions]

So next month, EarthSpark is returning for its (most likely) final batch on Paramount+.

The plan so far is it premiers October 25th.

It’s labeled “S3”, but realistically it’s just the next round of the second season. What it involves is anyone’s guess, because the old planning document that was leaked that first revealed CyberWorld has only confused things.

The EarthSpark toys are on clearance and being phased out. Those unsold, dust collecting Cyber Combiners are going to Ollies before long, and the Chaos Terrans aren’t even on shelves here. The Legacy toys are mostly gone too, the TF section is nearly all TFONE and a modest Studio Series selection.

There’s no conceivable way a series that tanked on streaming is getting specials during the successor’s tenure. If that’s how it worked, Animated would’ve gotten a special that tied up loose ends when Prime was on.

The only thing we’re probably getting is Prowl, and maybe Mirage since he was plastered on the leaked document. Considering how poorly handled ES’s (and CV’s since they share staff) ideas were, I don’t have high hopes the Quintesson and Decepticon plot will be handled well to close out ES. Modern shows have a bad habit of butterfly chasing, one idea that has potential to be fleshed out is abandoned on a whim in favor of a spur of the moment idea that isn’t much better. Entertainment in general also tends to learn the wrong lessons, like the awkward lesson taken from Lightyear is the gay kiss was the problem, so let’s just not do gay stuff at all. The gay kiss didn’t help matters due to international cultures unfortunately and the loudest grifters MADE it the problem, when Lightyear and Strange World’s problems were weak story and weaker concepts. To Strange World’s credit, it’d be a perfect Kingdom Hearts level for Sora, Donald and Goofy to run around in and the world turtle’s virus can easily be made into Heartless. Whether they’ll include in Kingdom Hearts, I dunno.

Anyway my point is, after Aligned, Transformers cartoons have all suffered bad writing and characterization: Cyberverse (said by the creators to be made for and by the fans “inbetween” which translated into Twitter IDW canon), War For Cybertron (so bleak, so overacted, so poorly acted, a downgrade in animation as it’s the same studio that made Prime, written so suffocatingly serious, it’s the 13 year old edgelord’s wet dream we grew out of), Prime Wars (oh god that was so bad, they got Peter Cullen and Mark Hamill to save face, and they instead fell flat on their faces), BotBots (the very belated response to Teen Titans Go! and Shopkins) and EarthSpark (a well meaning show using Rescue Bots’ concepts as a spring board, but refused to let go of IDW’s bad ideas, and used “DEI” as a selling point in an era where its slowly dying out.).

The movies were trying to improve, as Bumblebee and RotB are looked in more fondly by TF fans, they got (what hard cores claim) was the appeal of TFs over the Bay trilogy. And now we’re at TFONE, the film that “finally” got it right, but no one went to see.

So where are we at.

With TFONE, most news outlets agree it’s a good movie, but with its abysmal box office performance starting out, it’s not looking like that’s gonna improve, with the newsies saying the Transformers are out of gas. Or is that Energon?

In a way they’re not wrong. It’s been reported Transformers is on a decline, and with the cartoons and toys not doing well either, we’re back to the end of G2, where things aren’t looking good. The difference is we don’t have the flash in a pan miracle that was Hasbro, Kenner and Mainframe making Beast Wars and later the same thing happening with the first Micheal Bay film.

We have been long overdue for a similar kick in the pants, and I think it’s clear Hasbro wanted TFONE to be that, but alas, it’s not despite the good will.

The only kick so far are the Skybound Energon Universe series. They’re doing, as of typing, phenomenally, with the Transformers book being a decent mix of 80’s G1 Movie, Prime, and Bayformers, written and drawn in a way only the people that created Walking Dead and Invincible can do.

The other good will was the Trigger animated 40th Anniversary short.

Skybound and Trigger are the only things people were on board with. Let that sink in.

Trigger also contributed a poster for the Japanese release of TFONE.

So maybe that’s a sign they’ll be allowed to do more official things going forward. Which I think is a good thing.

TFOne is a good movie, but due to Hasbro’s and Paramount’s own indecision on what to do with the movies, and their increasingly dubious canon, we’re stuck with what is officially declared its own thing separate from Bay, though it’s pretty apparent someone internal had to show Lorenzo how irreconcilable ONE was with ROTF & DOTM because The Fallen & Sentinel Prime can’t be villains of both died horribly back on Cybertron. However, the Bayformers series is still very popular among casual fans and audiences. Universal wouldn’t still have its own Bay themed Transformers attraction with the delightfully snarky Movie Megatron if it wasn’t.

So here lies the issues. The movies. Pretty much after TLK, they’ve done poorly in theaters despite their nostalgic popularity. Notably, RotB does really well on streaming, as it did well on P+ and Netflix (in other counties, it’s not on the American one yet). The Garfield Movie is currently #1 on Netflix after having a weak but successful box office. And with preorders now open for home video, ONE walks a slippery slope of everyone agreeing this is the good movie, but no one cares enough to pay money to see it in theaters. It will probably do gangbusters on streaming, going by trends, so that’s probably the best shot it has, as apparently good word of mouth isn’t enough.

It’s not helped there’s continued confusion among casuals if TFONE is a prequel to the Bay films, and it sounds like in very early development it was leaning that way, but the differing designs, and the trailers making the film look more kiddy than Bayhem, was among the turn offs. Like how does it make sense the Transformers started out as more cartoony G1 designs but overtime evolved into the shredded metal Bionicle style. No cartoon had convincingly explained a style shift that drastic.

It was said that if TFONE did well, Hasbro would use that as the basis of future material. Well with its lukewarm performance, there’s no financial incentive to do so, but the general positivity from people about Optimus and Megatron’s blue collar years and the greatly simplified Cog and Cogless system could work in its favor anyway.

There’s still, as of typing, plans to continue with a sequel to TFONE, and while it’s still unknown if Cyberworld will borrow the Worker-Bot backstory for its Optimus… and Galvatron(?), there’s a chance it might for some brand synergy.

We’re at a fork in the road now that One has underperformed and Skybound is the only thing keeping the interest going. CyberWorld has to do what Cyberverse and EarthSpark couldn’t do and attract fresh kids to get into Transformers. Fans think they’re the only ones that matter, but it’s clear with One just appealing to us doesn’t work we need new blood. Just maintaining isn’t enough anymore. Skybound found a way, now we just need to see if CyberWorld can do so too.

[thatguywiththefaceog]

Kinktober 2023 Day 7 Virginity

The Ghost and Molly McGee

Molly and Ollie decide to take the next big step in their relationship

requested by @woodstockwilde

written for @kinktober2023

This story is rated E for explicit. It is for mature audiences only. All characters are over 18. NSFW under the cut.

It was a beautiful autumn day at Brighton Community College. Despite it being early October, the sun was shining, the sky was blue, and Molly McGee was experiencing none of that because she was too busy letting Ollie Chen get to second base.

Ollie’s hand was under her shirt but over her bra. His gropes were inexperienced and curious but gentle and careful. A burning pleasure rose in Molly's chest.

"Aw Ollie," She said between kisses. "This feels sooooooo good. I want more."

"Do you want me to touch your other boob?"

"No. I mean, yes I want you to touch my other boob. But what I really mean is, I want to go all the way. Like sex." She whispered the last part despite being twenty.

"Oh, do you want to do it now? Cause I don't have any, you know, protection."

"Well, we shouldn't do it now anyways. There's no atmosphere! We need to set up something special." Molly took Ollie’s hand.

He kissed her gently. "You’re right. So, ah, what is a good time?"

She thought for a moment. "Tuesday good?"

And so the days flew by, Molly did her best to prepare. Roses, lighting check in her apartment. She got her hair done. And she even got waxed downstairs. Everything was going to be perfect.

Tuesday came, and Molly feggited, waiting for Ollie. When a knock came to her dome room she rushed to greet her boyfriend Ollie.

"Flowers." His was a bouquet of a variety of flowers. "I see you already got some." Her bed had a rather large pile of rose petals on it.

"You know, just wanted things to be romantic."

"They are." Molly melted into his kiss.

Molly guided him to her bed. Pushing the petals out of the way, the two laid down on the bed. "I have a surprise for you." She pulled up the bottom of her little black dress, showing her bald pussy to her boyfriend for the first time. "I-I thought it would be sexy, to-to, ah, go commando," Molly said, completely red faced.

She then pulled down the top until the dress was around her legs, which she kicked the piece of clothing onto the floor. Molly had never really developed like her friends did, leaving her with a rather modest A-cups. But Ollie still looked at them like it was the greatest treasure in the world. "I showed you mine, now you show me yours."

In a flash Ollie took off her jacket and shirt. While not muscular, he had a nice lean body to him. "Ooh, that's the stuff," Molly said while touching his belly.

He was a bit slower taking off his pants. Unlike his girlfriend, Ollie did indeed wear underwear. A pair of black and grey boxer-shorts. His erection was already bulging in the front. Drooling, Molly took off his boxers. His dick bounced right up. He did have a bit of hair, but not much. Her eyes went wide. While she had seen them in porn, Molly had never seen one in person.

"So, should we start?" Ollie asked.

"Not quite. My vagina needs to 'warm up' first." At least that's what all the online articles Molly read told her.

"How do I do that?"

"Here." Molly guided his hand to her sex. At her instruction, Ollie inserted two fingers into her. Molly yelped at the penetration.

Ollie started to understand why it was 'warm up' as her pussy really did warm up. Not only that, but it became slimmer too. Once he was sure she was wet enough, he pulled his fingers out. A trail of slick connected his fingers to her lower lips.

It was time. "Ollie did you bring protection?"

He looked into her eyes. "Of course." He pulled out a ray gun. "The ghostgotter 37 should provide ample-"

Molly shoved his shoulder. "That’s not what I meant, you butt."

"OK, ok." Ollie pulled a box of condoms from his discarded jacket.

Molly blushed. "Do we really need that many?"

He rubbed the back of his head. "I just worried we needed extras." He took one out. Opening the wrapper, he put the thin rubber over his erection. Molly cooed. He didn't expect that response.

"Please don't coo at my dick."

"I'm sorry. But it looks adorable in a condom. Like it's wearing a little hazmat suit." She grabbed his member and bobbed it around. "Ooh, slimier than I thought." Ollie was laying down on the bed while Molly was hovering over him. "Alright, let's do this." Holding the base on his cock, she lowered herself down; impaling herself of his wrapped manhood.

Like what she was warned of, it did hurt. Not a lot though. It was like a big pinch in her privates.

Something must have shown on her face, cause Ollie asked, "Hey, are you okay?"

"I'll be fine," She answered honestly. "Let's just keep going." Molly reached the bottom, fully taking him in. "Sweet baby corn," She muttered under her breath.

After gathering her breath, Molly started slowly bouncing on Ollie. He tried putting his hands on her hips, but Molly lowered them to her cute patoot.

With each bounce, Molly's vagina was feeling more comfortable with Ollie’s cock in her. She started to pick up pace.

"Hey Molly? There's, aw, bleeding down there."

"Yeah, it happens, ah, during a girl's first time."

As they continued to fuck their breaths became more ragged and their bodies more sweaty. Molly could feel the pleasure building in her crotch. She was really starting to see the appeal to this.

"Aw, aw, shit. Ollie, I think I'm cumming."

"Me-Me too. Fuck, Molly I-"

Their orgasms took them. Molly's wall spammed around Ollie’s cock, milking him as he filled the condom with his seed.

Molly collapsed on top of him. Ollie held her tight, pressing their naked bodies together. They both caught their breaths.

"Oh, oh Ollie that was… wow!"

“Yeah. I love you Molly.”

“I love you too. Hey could you…” She pointed down at his dick, still in her vagina.

“Oh, right.” He slowly removed his cock. Her sex quivered as he pulled the bulge of sperm in the end of his condom out.

“Wow that’s a lot.”

“Ah, thanks?” Ollie pulled the condom, carefully so he didn’t spill anything, off. Tying up the end, he tossed it to the trash can. “I need to pee.”

“Me too. I call dibs.” And Molly ran off toward the bathroom.

[lnights]

Can I get 11, 16, 19, and 22, please?

Hi Kelley 🖤

11 Link your three favorite fics right now

Need to get Out by @outcastedang3l

Don't let the fire burn out by @exquisiteagony

One Night's Fangs by @tomorrows-unknown (ok not technically a fic but I love it)

16 How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

Just ideas or actual wips? Actual wips I have 6, as well as the smallest start on flufftober.

I have a few more ideas floating around that I haven't actually started on.

But here's from my October OTP fic WIP:

Porko: and I have our costumes! Perfect

Joel: I don't suppose you'll tell us what they are?

Porko: nope

Aleksi: oh c'mon

Olli: tell us!

Porko: :)

Tommi: tell us. Now.

Porko: slightly terrifying but no.

19 What is the most-used tag on your ao3?

Here's my top 10, it should surprise no one 😂

22 Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

First person pov. My brain just isn't wired for it 😂 other than that every time I say I won't do something I end up doing it so…

[dailycass-cain]

Cassandra Cain’s First Go Around as an Outsider...

So with Birds of Prey coming in September I think what best to hype that comic up is I’m gonna look at Cassandra’s other team outings (along with her history with the Birds of Prey). 

I’ll start with this one because it’ll be a copy and paste from my Twitter thread on it years ago (but it does have a few updates to it). Plus I figure to get the worst one out of the way first aka Cass’s first outing as an Outsider. If no one doesn’t know this era OH BOY you’re in for a wild ride! 

Now Batman & the Outsiders Vol. 2 #1 was a comic hyped for months literally prior to it's October launch (and a creative team locked in). You had one-shots in the summer with Batman testing which members would compliment his team and-- the creative team left the comic two months prior to the launch.

DC somehow kept the book to be released still ON TIME, but now with a new team both in members and in creative.  Some of the original members were booted off into events going around at the time (Martian Manhunter and Catwoman to a Final Crisis  prelude tie-in Salvation Run which would lead into poor J’onn’s death into that event and-- Boomer got shelved until Blackest Night event where he’d get eventually killed by his father who was giving him victims namely kids and women). 

Geoforce, Green Arrow, Thunder, and Cass replaced them. As for the writer of this book? No worries I’ll get to that.

Again it still surprises me to this day how this comic wasn't delayed (like the next time Cass would join the team which kept it's original creative team THANKFULLY) after the original creative team left.  They churned out issues instantly. Cass herself doesn't show up till the final page of #2.

This section was recently referenced in the Other History of the DCU #5 when it focused on Thunder. Her opinion on Cass was totally opposite what we got in the run:

Now, for added context, the quack job that is Chuck Dixon was brought onto the Bat Family comics as basically a fixer. He was fixing Tim and bringing back Stephanie in Robin while here basically repairing the EVIL turn of Cass. During the summer that was teasing membership to the Outsiders, there was a Black Canary mini out as well and Cass’s status quo was what spurned the series (#1):

The ramifications of the mini had Dinah letting go her sword-sister/adopted daughter Sin and putting her in witness protection program to live with another family because League members wanted to turn Sin into Cass 2.0.  The ramifications of this mini are why Ollie isn't a fan of Cass and solely blaming her for Dinah’s heartbreak (though it’s barely spelled out in the series itself).

So with all that said onto what Cass did in the series.

I’ll start with what this run one of the infamous things remembered pertaining to Cass with this run. Aka #3 where Dixon uses her sexually as a slab of meat while also having artist Julian Lopez dish out additional cheese on Thunder and Grace (because of course). I’m not gonna post those to spare you from it however here’s Grace/Thunder’s reaction to Cass’s nude stroll in front of them:

If there’s any positive that can come from this moment. It is exactly the first time an artist depicts Cass with scars on her body showing the abuse she endured because of her fucked up dad, David Cain. 

The subplot with Ollie resolves in the next issue as #4  has him trying to kill Cass in front of everyone, but Katana then Batman intervene. As to why Bruce is suddenly so protective of Cass, Dixon intended to tell this in a filler issue of Tec of that angle (see my lost Cass tales here for more on that). As for Ollie/Cass...

They fight and well...

And that’s the end of Ollie’s beef with Cass (until later on when something new arises-- CAUSE REASONS). 

#5 features more Cass but basically doing what she does best-- kicking ass. Though side-note, this series had some amazing covers that feature her. So, at least it's something.

As for the issue itself, she subdues a cloaked assassin. And that's basically it.

Another damn good cover with #6.

Cass appears throughout the issue (alongside Bruce), but has zero dialogue, Other than being one of two Outsiders not caught by the Chinese at issue's end (Geoforce is the other) in an attempt to rescue Metamorpho from space. She also makes sure to take care of Soultaker (Katana’s sword) when no one is looking too.

#7 is when Dixon finally teases us what he wants to do with Cass. As she breaks into the base and out of everyone captured pays Tatsu a visit.

#8 gives us the best Cass centric cover out of the bunch:

Cass jumps to the rescue of her captured comrades who are about to be shot to death. And her actual plan?

Basically, go out fighting. She had 0 contact from Bruce, Geoforce presumed dead. Is it OOC for Cass? You decide that. But Thunder, Nightwing (oh irony), and Remac (a repurposed modified OMAC) save the day getting all to safety.

#9 features Dixon's probable endgame, Tatsu's motherly instinct going off noting all stuff she's been thru with Cass thus far and knowing something is not right within her.

Intermission time. To talk more on the goings on OUTSIDE this book and look no further than to DC Nation end pages to these issues for inspiration to that. . ... Way to go there Dan.

So Batman R.I.P  (and soon Final Crisis) was happening in the comics outside this book. As was the case with DiDio (as always) he left creators in the dark what was going on. So while Dixon was laying  A LOT of subplots for his run here, Danny boy was plotting Cass being ousted from the Batgirl identity and putting Babs back in the role. 

Dixon eventually walked away from this book with #10 (though Lopez left earlier in #9).  Ryan Benjamin would take on art duties for the comics final issues.

Now hold onto your butts cause this is how Dixon writes Batman out of his book. The team is currently dealing with a black market group using an alien from the Bloodlines event (aka the event that gave us Hitman).

And this is how Bruce exits the comic completely riding a 90s creature telling Cass and everyone he must go now. Batman R.I.P. is calling him. Just soak in this page. Just take it all in.

And here is Dixon's final “gift” trying to make the team now into Batgirl & the Outsiders (because he had zero idea what was going on and decided this was the best direction to take it). The idea is sound given Cass is the literally an Outsider leading a team of them.  I mean who wants to read that? Raise of hands? Exactly.

#11 and writer Frank Tieri comes on board to basically patch up the loose ends of this comic, and Batgirl Vol. 2.  

At this point the comic basically becomes a stealth Cass ongoing. As she interrogates Penguin in front of all of Intergang (they took over the Gotham Underworld in Gotham Underground mini).

She also interrogates Jigsaw Johnny Stitches (the Intergang leader at the time). On the bright side, she is interrogating the entire criminal underworld for answers. It just seems beating up all of crime isn't getting any results.

The Outsiders do find a few answers as to Batman's disappearance when they visit Arkham, but-- if you read Batman R.I.P. this plot point makes 0 sense. Since the climax took place IN ARKHAM and the Joker went M.I.A. near the end of it.

#12 opens with a flashforward. An Outsider is dead, and Thunder is in a coma. Grace is at her beloved's side, and outside well is Cass. Things don't go so well.

Basically, #11 ended with them finding a video of Batman alive greeting his team. #12 after the flashfoward picks up on the entire video with Bruce telling them he's also backed a code for Remac that'll teleport them all to his location. Ollie doesn't trust the video, while Cass.

Oliver is the only one who disagrees with the idea and leaves the team. Remac downloads the code goes nuts and explodes resulting in him dying, Thunder in a coma, and Rex blown to bits (but reforming slowly).

So Tatsu (WHY!? Why does she leave? Why doesn't she even get a say?) and Grace leave Cass with no Outsiders. At the funeral of all people Dr. Langstrom consuls Cassandra (cause reasons aka Tieri liked the character).

Afterward, Cass goes to Tim (who's looking fine actually even though if you read his arc well-- yeah. Things aren't going fine with him). Still, it's Tim/Cass being there for one another. That's something at least.

What Tim finds is a video from the Black Glove boasting of their plan to take out the Outsiders. Cass, on the other hand, responds in kindly.  Well, at least Tieri is keeping Dixon's idea at least.

Or maybe NOT with #13's opening title blurb.

So Cass begins assembling a new team the precursor to Batman Inc-- the Network. She pays Man-Bat a visit and intervenes between Vigilante/Spoiler fighting.

Side note here. This is the first meeting of Cass/Steph after the later returned to the land of the living. So for fans of wanting a more meaningful reunion between the two. Yeah.... Tieri bombed hard here. Wasting panels on Vigilante than Cass/Steph? BOOOOO! BOOO!!!!

So remember that loose plot end of Batgirl Vol. 2? You know the one. Nightwing being an asshole to Cass? Well, it’s back to be concluded here:

As Cass was scheming and creating the Network, Dick Grayson apparently is living up to his first name (this is so damn OOC for Dick).

#14 is the “final issue” of the series as it opens with Cass vs Dick fighting in an alley and the Batmobile speeding toward them both.

We get another flashback of Cass's only encounter with the Riddler (again BOO!!) with her attempting to recruit him (Eddie was trying to be good during this time period but you know status quo gotta be status quo). Until well Dick gonna dick.

Cue the flashforward where we find out who is driving the batmobile: Alfred. And Alfred lays the parental smackdown on both. It is said one can still be frozen at the parental gaze and tone of Alfred in this page to this very day.

This issue is also the only other time Cass's adoption is ever mentioned beyond Batgirl Vol. 2 as well (UNTIL 2020 with DCeased: Unkillables, Batman: Urban Legends, and of course BATMAN: WAYNE FAMILY ADVENTURES). So you have to give kudos for Tieri at least continuing on that thread beat as well. So Dick/Cass mend and the Network is forged for Battle for the Cowl.

Right after this even, B&O was rebranded into just Outsiders with Pete Tomasi at the writing duties. Alfred (team leader), Tatsu, Grace, Rex, and Brion returning with Owl Man, Black Lightning, Halo, and the Creeper, But you might say SOMEONE is missing.

Yes, Tomasi decided to decide Alfred is the one to bring the Outsiders together and drop Cass to the wayside without any explanation. Disregarding all of the prior writers' plots to boot. Normal you might say, but Tomasi with Cass. It just seems to be a nasty vindictive habit he had (so much I think that’s why Tieri and Adam Beechen was making Nightwing such a dick to Cass because Tomasi was writing that comic at the time).

But irony can be amusing. 

Just ten issues later, #26 Tomasi leaves and Dan DiDio himself comes on board disregarding all of Tomasi's plots save a Tatsu/Owl Man relationship, dropping Alfred, and Eradicator rejoins. Now your thinking okay, Didio is here. No Cass right? 

WHELP...

In the final issue #40, we get this splash page. Three appearances of Cass in one page of the Dixon era on the comic (along with homages to various eras of Outsiders). That chill you're feeling might be hell freezing over. DiDio giving Cass some due? 

Shocking ain't it?

Though there is some even equal irony as Grant Morrison would ignore all of Didio's stuff in Batman Inc. Which brings us full circle to when Cass would next join the team next in 2019.

But that’s a story for another time...

[ac3may]

Amorousness: Prologue

· November 2016 ·

120 SECONDS.

The harsh October wind causes goosebumps up my legs as the floodlights drown the stadium in brightness. The buzz of the crowd is electric as extra time ticks down. Miller to Henderson, the ball shoots along the wing, across to Bird, she makes to shoot.

60 SECONDS.

Gone from her feet, the ball is back on the move. Red, white, and yellow blurs across the pitch as the players move towards me.

45 SECONDS.

On the right. Over to the left. Straight down the middle.

20 SECONDS.

The balls in the air; flying, flying. Over to the right; I'm leaping. Flying, flying.

15 SECONDS.

Ball hits glove. It's powered back to the pitch. The next chip is made.

6 SECONDS.

Ball and gloves reunite. This time a catch.

3 SECONDS... 2 SECONDS... 1 SECOND...

The whistle blows.

The white noise of the crowd is immediately gone. Cheers, screams, and shouts echo across the pitch. My teammates bombard me. We've done it! Tears spring to my eyes, and I drop to my knees. 

WE'VE DONE IT!

Sheffield United W.F.C. are the official 2016 Women's Super League 2 Champions!

All the emotions that flood my body as the whistle blows overwhelm me to the point my knees give out and tears begin streaming down my face. I feel pressure on my back as my teammates, my friends, begin my final dogpile of Sheffield United.

"WE DID IT! We did it! You did it! You absolute legend Brighty! What a save!" The shouts in my ears come from my football bestie, Avery Bird. With a breathy laugh, I bring myself back to reality. Continuing my laughter I spin onto my back, knocking the ball out of my hands, I tug Ave into my arms. "We just did that! What on earth? How? What?" My disbelief is expressed through my giggles as we squeal at each other before rolling apart.

Leaping to my feet, I go and hug all my teammates for the last time before we're herded in to collect our medals. After many hugs, handshakes, and trophy cheering we split off to celebrate with our families and friends off the pitch.

Tucking my gloves into the waistband of my shorts I'm tackled into my hardest hug of the night. Wrapping my arms up I breathe in the sweetness of my sister's perfume, the scent immediately easing my mind. "I am so, so proud of you Dottie! You're a star!"

Pulling away from each other I'm instantly brought into more arms. Mum pulls me into my biggest cuddle of the night and her sobs of pride encourage my glossy eyes to begin leaking again. "Oh, darling! I'm so proud of you baby, such an incredible save as well! You saved that game, well done hun!" With a kiss on my head, a tight bear grip joins the hug and I hear my dad's gruff voice, "amazing baby girl! Truly amazing! I'm so proud of you!"

The final family members to congratulate me are my big brother, Billie, and his fiancé, Beatrice. "You did good kid! Well done!" He grins while ruffling my hair, as Bea hands me a bouquet, all varying shades of red and white, a meaningful Sheffield tribute that earns her a one-armed hug.

Pulling back I send a punch to my older brother's arm before wiping my sleeve across my face to clear the tear tracks. "I cannot believe that was it," I breathe, "my final United game and I end with the ball in hand? How often does that happen to anyone!" My breathy disbelief quickly turns to overenthusiastic chatter.

"It was incredible Dots! The way you bounced back after the first dive as well! Incredible pace." Dad compliments. Millie and Billie began discussing the details of the game tossing compliments everywhere but before I can focus on the words they were saying I hear the call of my name.

"Brighty! Brighty!" "Come sign my shirt Ollie!" "Oh-Em-Gee! Ollie Bright! Oh my gosh! I can't believe it!" Spinning around I spot my oldest friend, Bodhi, with his curly blonde hair tucked away under a beanie, blue eyes gleaming bright, and my other best friend, Oakley, bright red hair whipping in the wind as they shout from the stands - obviously not daring to jump the barrier as my family had. Rolling my eyes and grinning brightly I wave and head over to the blockade to pull my two best friends into half hugs over the bar. "Shut up, you dingbats!" I chuckle.

"For real Olls! This'll be worth a LOT when you're on you're a Lioness, girl!" Bodhi hypes me up mockingly. "Shut up dude, I'm barely a league player yet!"

"You will be though! We all know it Dots!" Billie pops into the conversation, as my siblings join the group. "Nah, nah. That's all Mills!" I reply, reminding everyone of the pride I hold for my big sister's first Senior England cap earlier this year. "We'll be out there together one day Dottie, stop being so humble," the girl herself nudges me.

"Yeah, well this guy will be away surfing in the tropics by the time it comes around. Won't even make a game," I throw back, as I tease the younger boy. "Well, I'll be at every single one of them! Be all over your socials with all my pics, I will." Oakley, my photography-obsessed friend, jumps into the conversation. "I'll hold you to that ya know," I point at her as my dad's arm drops over my shoulder.

"Right, ready to head out?"

"And you're sure you've got everything, Dottie? Toothbrush? Football boots? PJ's?" Mum frets about, checking my belongings through all the car windows as she spoke to me, "oh! Mr Ted! You mustn't forget Mr Ted! Are you sure you have him?"

After our traditional post-match meal and catch up at our local pub, The White Knight. Friends and family gathered back at the Bright household as it was time for me to make my leave. Although I had already experienced my fair share of emotional goodbyes as Billie and Bea had to head out early to meet Bea's brother for birthday drinks.

"Yes, mum!" I sigh, "I promise I have everything! And anything I don't we can pick up when we're back for Christmas, all right?" I enforce, pulling her into a hug. "Oh darling," She sighs, a tear slipping down her cheek, "you'll call, won't you? Dad didn't get you that fancy phone as a leaving present for nothing." Emotions are high, with her youngest child leaving the nest it's understandable. "Yes, mum. I promise!"

"Leave off Nicki, she's a big girl and she's got Mills looking after her too remember!" Dad's gentle hand on mum's shoulder encourages her final tight squeeze before she pulls back. "You're right, you're right. Millie dear! You'll take good care of your sister, won't you?" Her volume dips as she moves to fret over her eldest child. That is Mum's best way to deal with her sadness, by worrying and caring for everyone else.

Being left with Dad we both shake our heads at her antics as we watch her walk away, "we'll all miss you Ottie-Dots. But we're so, so proud of everything you've achieved; everything we know you'll achieve." Looking up, his face has dropped from the last time I'd glanced at him. "Pops," I whisper with a frown, pulling him into a tight hug. "Oh baby girl, it's going to be so quiet around here without you," he frowns.

"Hey," I nudge him, "what happened to me being a big girl, ay?" I gain a chuckle as his eyes weep ever so slightly before he pulls away and wipes at them. "You'll enjoy the peace after dealing with your tornado child for 16 years," I add.

Nudging me back with a grin he jokes, "tornado child is certainly right! Within a week we'll be missing your god-awful shower karaoke and having to swat at you for sitting on the counters though." We laugh with each other before he nods across to where Bodhi, Oakley, and Ave are standing with their heads down, chatting in low tones, "you should go, say goodbye." With a slow nod, I agree and walk towards my little ragtag group of best friends.

"You guys plotting all the laughs you're gonna have now I'm leaving?" The sarcasm leaves me before I can control it as I join my group. Ave has tears silently streaming down her cheeks and shakes her head at me, despite being the oldest she's certainly the most emotional. "I can't even joke with you right now Olls, I can't believe I'm admitting to missing you," Bodhi speaks, as he raises his head and I see a storm in his, usually bright, blue eyes. "We love you so much Olls. It's not gonna be the same playing without you." Ave is the next to speak, latching herself onto my neck. Being the youngest on the team I was terrified of the idea of making friends, but at my first practice, Avery approached me with a smile and asked to be partners. Despite being two years older than me we immediately clicked and she never made me feel worse for being young. Never got jealous over the fact I'd signed for a bigger team either, not like some of the older women.

"We have something for you though," Oakley begins, "it's nothing much, you know we're all strapped for cash. But just so you don't forget us." A sob is brewing in her throat as she finishes and from the bag at her feet, she produces a scrapbook. ’Scruffy + his girls' scrawled across the front in, what is obviously, Bodhi's awful attempt at bubble writing. "Aww, guys! You didn't have to! Thank you! I'd never forget you guys though." I blink back my tears as I inspect the cover page and hug Oakley in thanks. My friendship with Oakley started in year 7 at Eckington Secondary. We were in the same form group and our surnames came next to each other on the register, Bright and Connell, we sat next to each other in every seating plan in every single class and quickly became joint at the hip after, bonding over our dislike of ketchup in history.

"Okay, my turn," Bodhi demands, snatching me close as I bury my face into his neck, trying to store his classic scent of sandalwood with a hint of coconut in my memories. Being neighbours since birth there have been very few days where I haven't been able to wander into the Strike's garden and climb the treehouse outside his window to ask if he wants to play football, trade Match Attax's or beg him to teach me to skateboard. But also, climb through and ask for a cuddle on a tough day, or rant out all my frustrations over a game of Fifa where he’d give surprisingly good advice. "You make me a promise Dots?" He mutters into my hair. "What?" I whisper. "Don't be lonely, yeah?" He pulls away, holding me at arms-length, "make some friends at your new school, on the team! Wherever you end up. Heck! Maybe get a boyfriend," he exasperates, "or girlfriend - if you swing that way?" He then adds with a cheeky wink, classic Bodhi.

"I promise I will not be a sad, lonely, slob Bodes," I joke, "but you know as well as anyone my love life is non-existent and very likely to stay that way." With a solemn nod and a flash of hurt in his eyes, he nods in realisation.

"I love you and I will miss you all, you're gonna get sick of how much I'm calling you," I announce as I back away from my friends and over to Millie.

"You ready to go kiddo?" She asks, pulling me into her side and glancing down at me. "As I'll ever be," I nod, before taking a step away and around the car. I pull my parents in for a final hug, telling each that I love and will miss them.

After my final goodbye, I climb into the car, pulling the seatbelt across my body. Millie also bids our parents goodbye and joins me in her car, turning on the engine, the heating and the radio she glances at me before reversing out of the drive. I wave to everyone standing under the streetlamps, even Bodhi's parents standing in their open doorway.

Glancing down at the scrapbook in my lap I finally let a tear fall, landing and dissolving into the blue card across the front.

"Chelsea, here we come."

[riparrowverse]

Arrow 1x01 - ‘Pilot’ - Birth of  a Universe

Plot: We all know this one. Oliver Queen gets rescued after five years ‘stranded on an island’ and has to deal with readjusting to normal life. The world has changed while he was away, and with an ex that hates him, a police chief that’s out to get him, a bodyguard who won’t let him out of his sight, and a sister who’s very into the party lifestyle, he has a lot to reckon with. Oh, also he’s a vigilante who hunts down enemies from his dead dad’s old notebook now. So normal stuff.

Speaking of dead dad, we also get flashbacks to their boat capsizing, Sara Lance being no doubt killed at sea, and Ollie’s dad shooting their captain and himself in order to give him a fighting chance at survival. Your regular Arrow trauma train basically. 9/10

Villain: Adam Hunt, an evil businessman who has swindled millions from innocent people, and is embroiled in a lawsuit from Laurel’s legal aid firm. A bog standard starter villain, but having the connection to Laurel at least links him a little more with the active story.

Oliver kills all his bodyguards but leaves him alive, plants a ‘money hacking’ arrow in the wall and returns all the stolen money in a real ‘Robin Hood’ moment. 6/10

Action: As our intro to ‘the Hood’, I’d say the action delivers. It’s mainly Oliver against a bunch of mooks, and watching him effortlessly work through them quickly shows how much of a threat he is post-island. 8/10

Soap Opera Factor: Look, at the end of the day it’s a CW show. We’ve got your checklist of shirtless hunks, nightclub parties and petty romantic drama. We can let it slide as a lot of the drama is expository this episode, but it’s easy to chuckle as Oliver moodily watches Tommy and Laurel flirt from a fire escape, or as Thea lays into her newly-alive brother for disapproving of her drug habit. Just enough trauma to keep it balanced though. 5/10

Stinger: SHOCK HORROR! Moira Queen was involved in the shipwreck?? And she had Oliver kidnapped to see what he knows?? (Oh yeah, that was a subplot too.) No notes. 10/10

Overall Rating: 7.6/10

An enjoyable intro into the world of Arrow, which tees up enough questions and fun action that you’re bound to at least tune into the next episode.

‘Pilot’ originally aired October 10, 2012.

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#5

Could you draw Floragato from Pokémon in the scenario of the example below?

oh wow i haven’t drawn a pokémon in a few years! i changed the pose a bit, hope that’s alright!!

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#4

hi there!! my webtoon, catJAM!!! has been released!!

it’s entirely made in MS Paint but i think it adds a little bit of charm

https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/catjam/list?title_no=813688

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#3

*EXPLODES*

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#2

CLOWN WOMAN *VINEBOOM*

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My #1 post of 2022

Perhaps if you wouldn’t mind Perry the Playtpus in pet mode sledding?

yes ofc <3

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#5

y'all are getting some cult channel for halloween but it's baby cult leaders olli and joonas drawing joel in

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#4

You're Keeping Me Away From The Sunlight

Joel has just turned his first fledgling and Johnny and Samy and the rest of the nest are there to support him

or

Johnny is everyone's sire and Joel is his and Samy's first fledgling who's all grown up now and has a fledgling of his own now

Read on AO3

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#3

IT'S HERE!!! THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE MAIN WOLFPACK SERIES FIC IS HERE!!!!

Beyond This Starless Sky

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Johnny is a millennia old vampire who has avoided relationships like the plague but something about the band he's working with just seems to draw him in.

or

Johnny is an ancient vampire who's emotionally constipated when it comes to love and Blind Channel were dumb enough to turn themselves into werewolves. Now Johnny has to navigate not only already being a pining idiot for his best friend but also the dumbest werewolves he's ever met (but who can blame him, they're really hot and sweet) and trying to help them figure out what wolfpacks do because werewolves were nearly hunted to extinction. Oh, and now there's an EDM DJ and his witch boyfriend (who Johnny has happened to have met before)

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#2

"babe. my love. song in my heart. are you purring" for olli/tommi please 🙏🏻🥺

Have some Wolfpack au because reasons

Olli loved moments like these, everyone just spread out in the cuddle pit they had made in one of the spare rooms. He was currently laying on top of Tommi. One of Tommi’s large hands was spread across his back and the other was in Olli’s hair scratching his scalp lightly. It felt so good and made Olli let out a contented sigh, sinking into the large man under him more.

“Babe. My love. Song in my heart. Are you purring?” Tommi asked, trying to hide a soft giggle.

Olli looked up at him grumpily, upset at his peace being disrupted before realizing he was actually making a noise he hadn’t made before. It made him blush and hide in Tommi’s neck. Of course he knew Johnny purred, it was just a thing vampires did when they felt happy and safe. Which had led them to finding out werewolves can do it too, sometimes picking up traits from their mates (Joel and Joonas could be thanked for that realization when they had randomly started purring too) but it was a shock to Olli because he never expected to pick it up.

Tommi gently pulled Olli’s head out of his neck, holding Olli’s face in his hands. “Don’t hide love, I think it’s cute.”

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for @lnights @exquisiteagony and @drabbles-from-the-dark-side have a little bit of cult channel that I wrote really quick.

Joonas had seen the man before at the bar, but almost always the man was with friends which meant Joonas couldn't approach unless he wanted too many questions. Not today though, today the man was alone in a corner of the bar, nursing what had to have been the guy's fourth beer. It made Joonas smirk to himself as he ordered another round, taking it over to him. Normally Aleksi would be around to help but it was a ritual hunt night with the moon full and high in the sky, and Joonas knew Aleksi, and Olli to be completely honest, would pitch a fit about not participating.

It also probably wouldn't work well to have Aleksi sounding as bloodthirsty as ever while trying to bring in new members. So Joonas was on his own, but he didn't mind. He knew he was charming and had enough good looks to bring in almost any man or woman, so long as they didn't ask too many questions about their group's more private rituals. Of course, he knew the group looked like a bunch of forest-loving hippies from the outside, but those who had been around long enough knew the truth. Joonas wasn't willing to risk the group's safety to satisfy some outsider's curiosity for a night.

"I've seen you around before, but I don't think I've ever seen you look this lonely." Joonas intoned as he placed the offered beer on the table. "This seat empty?"

"What? Oh, uh, yeah." The man muttered confusedly, accepting the beer. "I've seen you around too, but I'm pretty sure that you normally end up leaving with somebody. If that's what you're looking for then you're barking up the wrong tree."

Joonas chuckled and shook his head with a small smile. "Not tonight. You looked lonely so I figured you could use some company."

"Ah, thank you," The man blushed "I'm Tommi by the way. And I guess I could. It's been a particularly shit day today."

Joonas rolled the name around his mouth for a minute before speaking again. "Joonas. Mind if I ask what happened?"

"Lost my job today." Tommi replied with a bitter laugh

"Guess you just weren't meant to be at that job." Joonas shrugged, but it was good for him. It meant that this could be an easy catch for the cult if Joonas played it right.

Tommi sighed. "I guess. It's just been one thing after another though recently. I feel like I have no idea where to go anymore."

"I get it, I've been there." Joonas smiled sympathetically "Luckily I had a friend to guide me out of it though."

"Yeah? You're lucky then, I don't have any friends really." Tommi's eyes had a saddened look to them. "I really only spoke to my coworkers but they were never friends."

"I could be your friend?" Joonas offered.

Tommi looked up at that with a small smile, and oh was that a good look on the taller man. "Thank you, I mean it."

"Of course," Joonas smiled back, it was almost too easy for him at this point. "And if you need a job I know a place. Where I work is looking for more people. It might not be more than secretarial work really but it pays well."

"I'll take anything right now if I'm being honest, but you really don't have to. I can find something on my own." Tommi shook his head but Joonas could already see him giving in.

"Really, I mean it," Joonas smirked "I mean what else are friends for."

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[my-chaos-radio]

Release: October 8, 2012

Lyrics:

You're a troublemaker, you're a troublemaker

(Huh) you ain't nothin' but a troublemaker, girl

You had me hooked again from the minute you sat down

The way you bite your lips, got my head spinnin' around

After a drink or two, I was putty in your hands

I don't know if I have the strength to stand (ooh)

Trouble, troublemaker, yeah, that's your middle name (oh-oh)

I know you're no good, but you're stuck in my brain

And I wanna know

Why does it feel so good, but hurt so bad? (Whoa)

My mind keeps saying run as fast as you can

I say I'm done, but then you pull me back (whoa)

I swear you're giving me a heart attack

Troublemaker

It's like you're always there in the corners of my mind

I see a silhouette every time I close my eyes

There must be poison in those fingertips of yours

'Cause I keep comin' back again for more (oh-oh)

Trouble, troublemaker, yeah, that's your middle name (oh-oh)

I know you're no good, but you're stuck in my brain

And I wanna know

Why does it feel so good, but hurt so bad? (Whoa)

My mind keeps saying run as fast as you can

I say I'm done, but then you pull me back (whoa)

I swear you're giving me a heart attack

Troublemaker

Why does it feel so good, but hurt so bad? (Whoa)

My mind keeps saying run as fast as you can (you troublemaker)

I say I'm done, but then you pull me back (whoa)

I swear you're giving me a heart attack

Troublemaker

Maybe I'm insane

'Cause I keep doing the same damn thing

Think one day we gon' change

But you know just how to work that back

And make me forget my name

What the hell you do, I won't remember

I'll be gone until November

And you'll show up again next summer, yeah

Typical middle name is Prada

Fit you like a glove, girl, I'm sick of the drama

You're a troublemaker

But damn, girl, it's like I love the trouble

And I can't even explain why (yeah)

Why does it feel so good, but hurt so bad? (Whoa)

My mind keeps saying run as fast as you can (troublemaker, yeah)

I say I'm done, but then you pull me back (whoa)

I swear you're giving me a heart attack

Troublemaker

Songwriter:

Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad? (And I can't even explain why)

My mind keeps saying run as fast as you can (troublemaker)

I say I'm done, but then you pull me back (whoa)

I swear you're giving me a heart attack

Troublemaker

Claude Kelly / Oliver Stanley Murs / Tramar Dillard / Steve Robson / Breyan Stanley Isaac

SongFacts:

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Homepage:

Olly Murs

[spider-mar2004]

Surprise little Spider!

[OcxCanon Child OC drabble]

Characters: Oliver Parker, Kaine Parker, Marlette Saravia, Ben Reilly

Warnings: Infant Sadness, But other just fluff.

Ahhh, autumn, the breeze being colder, the trees being with hot colors, the leaves falling, but aswell at the same time one of the most famous events from every year. Exactly, Halloween, scary spooky decorations on and in many houses, this day was so exciting for people, specially, kids.

31st October, seemed like would hit a nice day, or more likely, double day for someome.

Speaking about a small kid with five years old named Oliver. Who casually, today turned six years old.

Is his birthday! He was happy that the day where he was born was today, be was in his little school, although well, he was the most quiet kid in the classroom, he seemed more like neutral but obviously he was excited for inside.

But being aswell shy for express because well mega introverted energy most likely. He knew the day would be a great day for him, halloween and birthday, two days in one, how amazing! Since he woke up from his bed, his parents Kaine and Marlette, including his uncle Ben giving him a small special breakfast. Just his day.

But sometimes things couldn't go as planned, while he was in tha classroom, he was writting invitation cards for some other kids because, well he wanted live a double party experience, at least with the kids he tolerate.

"Oliver Parker?"

A female voice asked, Oliver flinched and quickly hid the small cards with his hands, his dark dull blue eyes looking at the teacher, but not directly at her eyes. Curious habit he always had with other people who aren't his family.

"What are you doing? Why many piece of papers?"

The lady gently asked, Oliver was unsure of tell, well after all he didn't like speak a lot so. But the teacher noticed the text and understood as she readed the enough.

"Ohhh! You planning do your party of halloween?"

The kid hearing her nodded, but didn't want reveal his birthday, because he would feel uncomfortable every student about that, after all he only would invite few students, not all. Plus if he would've tell everyone that, kids that he doesn't like could come. Oliver's early social life is a bit difficult, but don't worry, could be treated really soon.

"That's amazing! But pay attention okay? After classes you invite."

She smiled, Oliver tried look at the woman's eyes but he struggled, nodding.

After few hours later, the classes finished. Oliver with his backpack of a dinosaur, walked to some students, giving them the invitation cards, although his text was a bit messy, at least had some cute drawings. The kids readed, some of them shrugged with a kinda sad face.

"Oh sorry, i can't, i have party already."

One said, Oliver frowned a little, but understood.

"Me either... I have to go at my aunt's house."

The other said, and the others said related reasons why they won't go, even the only girl from the class he liked couldn't assist.

"Ow, Ollie i really wish! But i have things to do and my family have a party too..."

Oliver's face began to be a sad one now, they left as their parents arrived, and he was there, stood, frowning and feeling his little heart hurt, he felt like he didn't have luck in this. So he just sat down and looked down.

Until his uncle Ben arrived, dressed casual of course, which he waved, Oliver took seconds for look at him. Which caused Ben suspect something, he knows him really well.

All he just would need the kid's custody because he was like a dad figure too, when the child saw Ben, he walked him, leaving the school.

"Hey My mini Kaine! Why that face hm?"

He asked, picking him up and tliting his headz giving a soft kiss on his forehead, Oliver glanced down with a small frown.

"I am listening buddy, no worries."

He made Oliver sit on his shoulders, which he laid his chin on Ben's blonde hair, he sighed.

"N-no biwthday..."

He murmured, Ben frowned in empathy at the short words from his nephew.

"Why? Wait, did you try invite others and nobody can't?"

Oliver nodded, confirming, Ben frowned more, he felt bad see his little nephew like that, but he thought silently, getting now a new idea inside of his mind.

After hours later, when the sky began to dark, Oliver saw the other kids and people celebrate the halloween, the young kid watched through the window with a sad face, many kids with different costumes, suits, etc, all having fun between groups.

And him, being alone with just his family. Yes but, he wanted have more fun like any other child in the world. His father, Kaine Parker arrived from a mission he had, wearing his suit with his mask, but before change his clothes, he would check his little baby for him. As he opened the door he saw him, Oliver turned his head for see his dad, who walked to him and picked him up.

"What are you doing? My little birthday boy."

He questioned, Oliver took off his mask slowly, Kaine would let him, so he kissed his forehead.

"You seem off... That shouldn't be."

"But... No pawty..."

"No party? What do you mean?"

He raised up an eyebrow, "confused" by his child's sadness, but he sighed and shook his head.

"Hey, mom prepared your favorite dinner, let's go."

Then they went to the kitchen, dinner? It was 6:00 PM, would be a bit strange a earlier dinner, but there was the reason why. After eat in small family, Marlette knew the sadness, but there was a plan.

"Ollie, mi cielo. Wanna go to a mission with us? Could help you and we can buy you a cake."

Marlette, the literally big mother, calming suggested, Kaine confused looked at her but she pinched Kaine's thigh for keep following the plan, who quickly remembered and nodded, Oliver thought and accepted.

"Yes mami."

God damn that voice whenever he spoke... Could melt someone's heart indeed with that. So Marlette smiled , this was getting well as planned. Later then, the both adult spiders with their suits, including the small spider with his zipped hoodie of Kaine's suit theme and "hoodie mask" on. Hugging his mom tightly when all went to a near building, all walking on the walls of it. Oliver was confused, why walk? A mission would be fast as possible. But as minutes later...

Surpriseeee!!

Balloons, table with snacks and candies, some confetti and family with friends! Ben Reilly was dressed as ghost, Aracely as a mummy, etc. Oliver widened his eyes in surprise as he unzipped his hoodie mask, Marlette desactivated her mask and smiled, kissing his little cheek, while Kaine took his mask off and joined, smiling aswell.

"Feliz Cumpleaños, hijo."

Then, Oliver screeched of happiness and ran to the party.

His best surprise in a night of Halloween.

[muchadoaboutjax]

midnight at the lost and found -> sax

tagging: Jax Beiste, Sage Sylvester @sagesylvester location: psu cafeteria timeframe: oct. 17 2024 (lockdown day 6) warnings: none summary: Jax gains more than her cellphone back when Sage picks it up for her [unfinished]

Sage Sylvester

You dropped something.

Jax Beiste

Oh, I did? [pats pockets]

Sage Sylvester

Here. [Sage hands her a phone.] Is this yours?

Jax Beiste

Uh… [she wakes the lockscreen to see a photo of Doug and Ollie (her dog and cat), lifting her head to give them a grateful grin] Yeah! I didn't even realise I'd dropped it, thanks! I'm Jax by the way, I think you know my sisters? Want me to grab you a coffee or something, to say thanks?

Sage Sylvester

Oh… I don't drink coffee, but can you get me a bottle of water from there? I don't go into the cafeteria. Also, who are your sisters…? 18 October 2024

Jax Beiste

Yeah, of course. I'll be right back. [she leaves and returns within a couple minutes with two bottles of water, handing one to Sage] Oh, you asked who my sisters were right? They're Brin and Immy, and Hayley too but they're more my sibling than sister, I always mess that up… we share the same sperm donor [she pulls her face]

Sage Sylvester

Wait. We're steps too, then.

Jax Beiste

… oh yeah, I guess we are! If there's only one good thing I gain from Cooter's miserable and pathetic existence, it's that I always seem to gain siblings from it.

Sage Sylvester

Kind of. Sue adopted me when I was eleven. I heard Cooter is a piece of shit, though. Or was. I can't comment on it, though. I signed an NDA.

Jax Beiste

Still makes you family to me. [Jax shrugs] Y'know, if that's something you'd be cool with, I make a point not to force myself on anyone. But if you ever felt the urge for one more sibling to add to your roster, I'll make time for you, any time you need it. [she smiles warmly at her] Oh he definitely was, I signed no such NDA, I'll sing it from the rooftops, I hated that guy. I sent Sue a fruit basket when I heard about his accident. Y'know, for condolences and nothing else of course.

Sage Sylvester

You're alright. Do you like podcasts?

Jax Beiste

I'll take alright. Yeah, as long as we're talking actually interesting podcasts, y'know a bit of true crime, maybe a horror podcast or two, not the kind where men are talking about… actually just npt the kind where men are talking.

Sage Sylvester

I have a true crime podcast. You should listen to it. It's probably the easiest way to get to know me.

Jax Beiste

[her head snaps to look at Sage] Yeah?? That's wicked, what's it called? Guess that gives me two reasons to listen to it then! I don't have a podcast for you to listen to, but you could always come along to my dad's next cookout? Trust me, he'll tell you way more about me then you could ever possibly want to know…

Sage Sylvester

Beyond the Veil. I'd love to meet your non-problematic dad. What do you like to do in your spare time?

Jax Beiste

Okay, I'm putting that at the top of my list… [she pulls out her phone and adds Sage's podcast to her notes app] He is pretty great. Doesn't always make a lot of sense, but it's part of his charm. I play the violin and the piano, hang out with my pets a little, but mostly I'm busy running my non-profit theatre company in my spare time, I love those kids. What do you do, y'know when you're not recording a super dope podcast? Do people still say dope?

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

I've already done this once but everything deleted because my phone had to go and die

So upset

Anyway, happy second of October

If I go radio silent, you know why

In continuation from last night's question:

Would you rather be a witch, Zombie or some guy called Casper?

(Some specifics:

Witches are a dying breed. They have council that watches over all practitioners of magic, that means no dodgy spells, okay, Ollie? Also there is no Hogwarts. We are taking The Owl House approach that is calling everyone a Witch, regardless of gender. Brooms are not a thing, and, frankly, quite a hurtful stereotype. If you purchase a black cat you will be boo-ed out of town. Just warning you. The council will know every move you make. You cannot hide from them.

As a Zombie you will have an almost constant craving from brains, but well, duh. Apart from that, nothing really significant. Well, I guess that depends on what you consider significant. How about skin occasionally peeling off? How do you feel about that? Anyway, just go see your local dermatologist. That's my advice. No green skin, by the way. Whatever is peeling off it just your own skin colour (!) so that's a point in the Zombie favour. You do not have to sing and dance. I repeat, this is not a Disney channel movie.

And Casper is... Well, Casper.

He works for a mail company which is most certainly laundering money. Lives alone in a one bedroom apartment with his two goldfish, Ophelia and Juliet. He has a degree in English from a very, very prestigious university. Unfortunately, it look him no where. He engaged to a woman a long time ago but she... Well, she came out as a lesbian as he was down on one knee but that's not relevant ((I'm lying. Lesbians are always relevant.)). Casper has been involved in six cults to date, founded two ((Not on purpose. He's just that gullible)). He spends his spare time at the local library, reading to kids or with his only friend, Mrs Dawson, the 90 year old librarian. She thinks he's her late husband. Once upon a time, Casper dreamed of a nice, little picket-fence, suburban life. Two kids and a Volvo. Dreams don't come true. Oh and there was a ghost in his attic as a kid. She was his only friend. Her name was Beatrice.

Wow. I had fun with Casper.)

Have a wonderful day and don't end up like Casper

hey

I have a very short fuse and that would be my downfall. Especially considering how much you wrote

I thoyght i started school today but it’s a kings birthday so public holiday

a witch no question

(i can see that)

I will refrain from proposing to any lesbians. Sweet dreams

[sqwirrl]

You thought I was going to put classical music, didn’t you?

January: Piano Concerto No. 2 (2nd Movement) by Sergei Rachmaninoff (I sob at this one it’s gorgeous)

February: I Just Threw Out The Love Of My Dreams by Weezer (found this close to the end of last year and I love it)

March: Fai Rumore by Diodato (nothing to say here - it’s perfect)

April: Nessun Dorma by Giacomo Puccini (the Luciano Pavarotti recording, obviously - another one that makes me tear up, beautiful)

May: Longtime Sunshine by Weezer (another Weezer one from SFTBH - only the Tiny Desk Concert version please and thank you)

June: La Dolce Vita by Fedez (I don’t even remember how or where I came by this but it’s so bubbly)

July: Be Gay, Do Drugs, Hail Satan by Super Cassette (honestly, this should’ve swapped with the June one and it would be perfect)

August: No Cock Like Horse Cock by Pepper Coyote (no comment)

October: Time Is Running Out by Muse (how fitting! also it’s absolutely stunning)

September: Rose Adage from the Sleeping Beauty by Pytor Ilyich Tchaikovsky (back to classical music! Also, another stunning piece from the ballet)

November: Vienna by Billy Joel (words cannot express how much I love the accordion solo)

December: Con Te Partirò by Andrea Bocelli (again, it’s beautiful - only the Italian version, never the English one)

Pressure tags: @olli-is-a-fish (I know you’ve done it but I want you to seeee) @cyraspirit (WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU “DON’T LISTEN TO MUSIC”???) @xxeclypse @derellenbogen @raven-moon33 @rainysofsunshineao3 @gmarseln

Edit: I did not read the instructions but oh well

i wanna start a tag game so: let your spotify predict your 2024!

shuffle your on repeat playlist, and the first twelve songs represent your 2024

january- guns and ships- hamilton (idek what this could represent but okay)

february- we fell in love in october- girl in red (PLEASE)

march- say no to this- hamilton (…i have nothing to say about this)

april- castles crumbling- taylor swift ft hayley williams (damnit sad month then?)

may- you’re losing me- taylor swift (FUCK TWO SAD MONTHS?? breakup songs are even worse now that im actually in a relationship. please. better not be accurate)

june- astronomy- conan gray (please stop why am i having so many sad songs)

july- stoned- ed sheeran (oh fuck this)

august- new year’s day- taylor swift (hm okay. idk what to say about this)

september- heather- conan gray (i consider heather to be a happy song AND it’s mine and my partners song so i’m taking this as a good one)

october- 18- one direction (yessss we’re going okay now)

november- king of my heart- taylor swift (YESSS)

december- all too well (ten minute version)- taylor swift (i take it back ugh)

no pressure tags!!- @autumnleavesforwinter @weeping-in-the-willows @swiftieannah @felizusnavidad @jittyjames @anixknowsnothin (please help me get this off the ground, but also if this flops you saw nothing)