#percys womens circuit

[ohshy]

The challengers for my womens circuit and mens circuit respectively !!! Meet Cassidy Cornfield, the cornfield crusher under Little Mac’s training and Poppy Ollie, the Kaiser’s academy graduate !!!

More info ab them below the cut;

Name: Cassidy Cornfield Real name: Cassidy ‘“Cassie’’ C. Campbell Pronouns: She/They Age: 18 Ethnicity: Irish/Cherokee Weight: 90 lbs Height: 5’2 ft Rank: Depends on how well you play >:) Record: Refer to ‘’Rank’’ From: Farley, Iowa, USA

Bio: A huge conspiracy nut that believes she was put on this planet by the aliens to box. Or maybe they just had a very vivid dream when gauging down one too many corn cobs! Speaking of corn, she WILL talk your ear off about all the supposed ‘’proof’’ she has of alien existence, like the crop circles that show up frequently around her hometown. That being said, she IS determined to prove herself for her alien overlords, so prepare for a challenge!

Trivia: Unlike Little Mac, she had to wait a year to get her boxing license for her 18th birthday. She simply doesn't look old for her age 😔 Speaking of Mac, he is her trainer as well! Many years into the future, he adopted her, and when she showed a knack for boxing, decided to take her under her wing as his protégé. In a hypothetical Punch-out!! game, she takes on the role of challenger.

Gimmick: When charged with enough punching power, she can unleash a painful series of punches known as the ‘’Glass corn combo’’

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Name: Poppy Ollie Real name: Oliver Blumenthal Pronouns: He/him Age: 18 Ethnicity: British/German Weight: 120 lbs Height: 5’5 Rank: Depends on how well you play >:) Record: Refer to “Rank” From: Manchester, England

Bio: this 18 year old graduate from Kaiser ‘s academy is ready for battle ! Naming himself after poppy flowers to honor his trainer Von Kaiser, he’s sure he will crush the competition in the men's circuit ! Despite the hardships he's faced and the long hard road of becoming the boxing champ, he is a bubbly young man with a lot of confidence in himself, in no part thank to his dad's n Kaiser's tremendous support. Prepare for a challenge !

Trivia:

Aside from boxing, likes soccer (manchester united supporter).

Does soccer chants before starting a match.

Speaks both English and German.

Like Cassidy, takes on the role of challenger.

More lore: He was born in Manchester, England to a British mom and a German dad. Unfortunately, his mom died suddenly when he was just 8 years old. As a result, his dad moved back to his native Berlin, Germany. Because of her death, Ollie, once a bubbly young child, becomes reclusive and insecure. His dad, vowing to boost his confidence, sends him to a boxing school, so he can keep his mind occupied, as well as “become a real man”. He ends up rly liking it, as well as having a true knack for boxing. Kaiser takes pity on the kid, for they both lost their moms at a young age. Additionally, he doesn’t like playing favorites, but he has to admit that Ollie is a bit of a favorite of his due to his dedication to the craft. This eventually leads to him becoming Ollie’s trainer.

Gimmick: Like Kaiser, he has a powerful signature move, which Ollie called the "Poppy Punch". When he's charged up enough, it can take down an opponent in one hit. But watch out, as in Title Defense the opponents can counter it, and take HIM down in one hit instead !

[laurfilijames]

OHMYGOD I have to die over that jax scene with you because the whole damn thing is perfect- he’s soo handsy- on her hips, stomach- the boob grab?? 🫠 The FACE grab!! 😮‍💨 The way his hand nearly grazes her literal actual bits right before they cut to the ass shot! Ughhh I melt and dieeee.

And THEN they roll over and that side profile of his entire body is flexing hard when he grinds? The abs are unreal.

Can you imagine CHARLIE HUNNAM wearing only a sock on his dick, grabbing handfuls of your body; grinding into your literal ass because the modesty garment is a fucking *triangle sticker* for women?? 🥵😮‍💨🫦🫠🪦

If I was his girl, our entire bedroom would be mirrored.

I am still not okay.

And of course in order to answer this I just HAD to go and watch it again for the 1398th time today.

It's all too much and has me so unwell. 🫠🥵😩😭 why can't that be me

Every time I watch it I focus on something else resulting in me being like 😵‍💫 and totally short-circuiting, but every time they show that shot of him adjusting to be behind her and how his abs and lower lats are flexing I DIEEEEEEEE

Not to mention the way his chain hangs down between them???? FUCKKKKKK

And no I can't even begin to imagine that. Imagining filthy fantasies with his characters is one thing, imagining them with him is a whole other ball game and one that would lead to my demise. These women are all terribly lucky.

Huge yes to the mirrored bedroom though. That is fic worthy and seems like something Jax would have. Or even Ray.... hmmm....

Thank you for coming to scream with me about this and for making the clip of it because all day I've been trying to write some sweet smut for Percy and this has been living in my head the entire time 🫠

[ladyofrosefire]

if you're still doing the meme: percildan. for maximum salt.

fruity do you want to get me slaughtered

ok. this is your warning. I am trying not to get this sorted into the tag.

HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS PERC//////'ILDAN AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.”

STUPID FUCKING LACK OF READING COMPREHENSION SMACKING THE SAD BOYS TOGETHER FUCKING RIPPING ALL THE CHARACTERIZATION OUT IF THEY'RE NOT GIVING ALL VEX'S ARC TO HER BROTHER FUCKING ALL THE MOST IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN PERCY'S LIVES ARE WOMEN FUCKING COMPLETELY IGNORING ANYTHING ABOUT THEIR ACTUAL CHARACTERIZATIONS FUCKING KILLING BITING MAIMING VIOLENCE

I HATE THIS SHIP SO GODDAMN MUCH

....that said if you ship this ship and you saw this and you do not follow me then I am Very sorry because I really did try not to get it into your tag

[lboogie1906]

Jewell Jackson McCabe (August 2, 1945) is a feminist, business executive, and social and political activist. She was a leader of and spokesperson for the National Coalition of 100 Black Women’s movement in the early 1970s in New York City and throughout the US, as the founder of the organization which grew out of her New York City stewardship. She became the first woman in 84 years to be in serious contention for the presidency of the civil rights organization NAACP. NYTimes Opinion Page “Riders on the Storm” Published: October 15, 1995, NYTimes.com excerpt from NYTimes OpEd “The coalition of Black feminists led by Angela Davis and Jewell Jackson McCabe emphasized one of the many dangers inherent in this Million Man March. They labeled the march’s message that it is “time for men to step forward and women to step back” as an insult to 400 years of burden-sharing by Black men and women.”

She was born in DC. to Harold “Hal” B. Jackson and Julia [nee Hawkins] Jackson. Hal Jackson [broadcast pioneer] and his partner Percy E. Sutton [politician] started Inner City Broadcasting. Her older brother, Hal B. Jackson, Jr. was appointed a Milwaukee Circuit Court Judge in 1972, making him the first African American Judge in the state of Wisconsin.

President Bill Clinton appointed Her to the Holocaust Museum where she served as a member of the congressionally mandated Committee on Conscience. She was appointed by Governor Mario Cuomo to the New York State Council on Fiscal and Economic Priorities. Under Governor Cuomo, she served as chair of the NY State Jobs Training Partnership Council with an annual budget of over $250 million for training. She married Frederick E. Ward (1964-75). She married Eugene L. McCabe (1975-84). #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #alphakappaalpha

[moonyeclipses]

Kaminari Denki hc’s I have (+ basically canon things)

Kami is an extremely affectionate person, he loves making friends and being outgoing towards everyone, and if he knows they’re comfortable he’ll be extremely touchy with them, he’s the type to just grab onto someone like hold their hands or something randomly because he just wants to, other examples are, holding Ojiro’s tail, grabbing onto Bakugo when scared (ova), that one time he put his hand on Kiri’s face to shut him up and then kept it there for a while

Kami has no set music taste! He loves every type and it just depends on how he’s feeling that day, his normal is rock and tends to lean that way but honestly he could listen to anything and enjoy it, other than Jirou he’s probably the person you’d want to go to when it comes to music! Especially if you want playlists, I could picture him being bored and then making everyone in his class + extra friends their own specialized playlist to what he thinks they’d enjoy

He’s bi! Don’t get me wrong he loves women, obviously, but he 100% isn’t opposed to dating a man either, honestly he just kinda wants love (going back to him being very affectionate)

Continuing on that he flirts with everyone, for Girls hes more straight forward like “you look nice today” etc but he’d do it with guys too, “you have the nice face a lot of girls are attracted to” “you were so cool during training today dude! You looked so badass” it’s more subtle but he genuinely means it, and to him, flirting isn’t always romantic either, it’s just, complimenting but with a bit more behind it, if he knew someone were uncomfortable by it he would stop

Speaking of “uncomfortable”, Kami May be a flirt like Mineta but he has morals, he knows consent is sexy 🥴 (JSNDNF sorry-) and the moment someone was like “hey please leave me alone” he would! And also be careful around said person until he can understand the boundaries better!

He is close with Mineta, but not as much as you may think. Kiri and Bakugo are his best friends, but he’s one of the few people who can actually handle Mineta, another being Sero, but Kami also being a flirt, and probably feeling bad if Mineta had no one at all hangs out with him a lot, and is probably the reason Mineta hasn’t pulled off worse stuff (you can tell when it’s the two acting together it isn’t bad, but Mineta alone is when he gets out of hand) (Ex: Kami and Mineta with the cheerleading uniforms, going to the pool, checking the girls out in formal wear vs. mineta climbing the wall to the girls side, peeking through the hole in the wall, almost suggesting something “topless” for girls, and saying he couldn’t wait to see Eri in 10 years) Kami is actually calming him down!

He loves thunderstorms! He can actually sense when there’s one coming just by the electricity in the air. Storms actually fire him up and make him super energized and awake, more hyper than usual. He sometimes likes to lay out on the dorm roof soaking it all in, and unless he tries to take in electricity the lightning won’t strike him

He’s a gamer, and quite a good one at that, Pokémon being his first ever videogame due to the fact a kid when he was a child pointed out he was like Pikachu. The idea that he was like a famous mascot to something made him extremely happy and immediately latched onto the game, now he genuinely enjoys it for what it is and owns every game. He does main in electric types but he loves other Pokémon as well. Mareep is actually his favorite, Pikachu jokes aside.

Despite the low grades he’s actually extremely smart! One of the smartest students in class actually, and this one is confirmed! Kami cant focus Well in class and just didn’t care too much about his grades at the beginning. After he started studying with Momo and stuff he got a set study habit and brought his grades significantly higher

I do HC that Kami has ADHD/Dyslexia, Ojiro’s tail is his current major fidget “toy” to help him focus in class

And despite the dyslexia English is his best subject! He’s one of Present Mic’s best students and secretly enjoys reading a lot, I like to think he usually listens to audiobooks because its hard to focus and read a physical book in front of him but he still tries time to time!

He’s basically as close to Bakugo as Kiri is. Kiri’s the official “equal” to Bakugo’s eyes(meaning strength and ability as well), but Kami is just as much as a FRIEND to bakugo as Kiri is, he’s not so much in the healthy rivalship they have but more so the person to hang out with both of them and- well- be friends lmao

After the concert he continued practicing guitar with Jirou. As a music lover he always wanted to play an instrument but never really thought he could do it, but he saw an opportunity to try and he took it, after realizing he’s actually pretty good at it he continued to practice with her and they have frequent jam sessions

Like how I mentioned hes very outgoing and such, he actively tries to be friends with everyone in 1-A plus a few additional people. He does take time to get to know every single person individually and hang out with them as much as he can. He doesn’t want anyone to be left out and just enjoys having people to talk to

He’s constantly letting out electricity. I like to believe that Kami is just constantly producing electricity in his body and it just keeps building up. Like when he lets out too much as one time, if he holds in too much he can basically combust with extreme power and then short circuit. So to prevent that he’s constantly letting it out, very subtly, if you were to touch him you could feel the slight buzz and the hair on your arm would rise. Another way he does it is by letting it out of his feet, like if he’s walking outside, he releasing the electricity into the ground

He 100% has a Tik Tok, no further comment

He and Mina actually do them together a lot and have tons of followers and likes, they love to film the shenanigans of the Bakusquad

As much as he complains about being a phone charger he actually doesn’t mind it for 3 major reasons (and a few others but these 3 mainly): It helps him let out electricity cause of how it stores up in his body, it gives him time to practice controlling his quirk and letting out a certain amount of wattage, and just cause he loves his friends and doing things for them and it is an easy thing for him to do

Yes he can use his mouth to charge the phones, but ✨germs✨ so he tends not to and the only times he does is when someone annoys him and he wants to get back at them so he grosses them out by sticking their phone in his mouth with the excuse “his hands were too busy”

There’s an emergency generator in the dorms because him causing the power to go out happens more often then you may think

Speaking of which he has multiple triggers on doing so: extremely overwhelmed, scared (someone jump scares him), extremely excited, holding in too much electricity for the day, sometimes it just kinda happens in his sleep (he’s gotten better at that)

He’ll take any dare during truth or dare, my man isn’t a scaredy cat

He goes clothes shopping with Jirou

He can sing! I love the idea he has a really soothing voice but doesn’t feel the need to sing openly at all, so no one knows this, Jirou might tho

He loves onesies and would live in them if he could (currently owns 4: Pikachu, Jolteon, Hamster, Otter)

He’s a Hufflepuff! 💛

Going back to his love for reading, his all time favorite series is Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus, I saw someone make a comment about how him seeing demigod kids who have ADHD and Dyslexia as well as powers as strong as his (he’s biased and loves any kid of Zeus/Jupiter, but his favorite is Leo despite that) the whole thing made him feel extremely validated and quickly became obsessed when he first read it

Those are all the ones I can think of atm, but I’ll probably add more in the future

@weebunfinishedoddle

[celtics534]

I Don’t Care

Written for the SIYE “First Time” Challenge. Inspired by I Don’t Care by Ed Sheeran and Justin Bieber. A muggle AU where Harry and Ginny have never met.

Read on: FF.net, AO3, and SIYE

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“Come on, mate!” Seamus yelled over the chest-pounding music. “Stop being such a spanner.” 

  Harry glared at his Irish friend. “I told you I would come with you, not that I would enjoy myself.” 

  “But sitting in a corner is so --” Seamus made an obscure gesture with his hands. 

  “So ‘ Harry ’?” Harry supplied, giving his friend a sideways smile. He still couldn’t understand why Seamus had begged him to go to this damn party. Not once had Harry expressed any interest in going to a house party hosted by Dean (Seamus’ old school mate). Harry hated loud noises and really wasn’t that fond of people, which was why he always let Seamus lead any interviews they conducted during investigations. 

  Seamus just laughed, thumping Harry’s shoulder with his wide hand. “That’s right.” Across the room, a chant started as Dean chugged down his pint. Without a second glance at Harry, Seamus was gone, joining in the shout. 

  Harry felt himself relax. This was what he preferred when forced to be at a party -- being able to keep to himself. It wasn’t that he hated everyone... no, he just didn’t fit in with any of these people. He’d rather nurse his drink, hope that Seamus forgot he was here, and try to sneak out the back door rather than go anywhere near what they were calling a dance floor . 

  “Ah, I found my fellow party hater.” A voice spoke somewhere to his left. Harry turned to see an incredibly attractive redhead. He’d always had a thing for redheads, but this woman -- If Harry had been a cartoon character, his jaw would be on the floor. 

 The woman smiled at him, and even in the horrible blue and green lighting, Harry could see an adorable dimple near a cluster of freckles. 

  “Mind if I join you?” she asked, gesturing to the empty armchair beside him. 

  “Uh --” Harry mentally slapped himself. “Yeah, of course.” 

  The redhead sat down, taking a minute to settle herself before leaning forward and holding out her hand. “I’m Ginny.” 

  Harry shook it, surprised by the strong grip and calluses. “Harry.” 

  Ginny’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Harry, like Harry Potter?” 

  Here we go , Harry internally groaned. People always looked at him differently once they knew his name. The fact that his parents had died taking down Britain's most notorious serial killer since Jack the Ripper was not something he wanted to be known for. Everyone knew about the son of Lily and James Potter, who had been left an orphan because of Tom Riddle. 

  “You and Ron had that midnight duel with Malfoy.” Ginny laughed. “Ron came home during the winter holidays and told me that story!”

  It took Harry a moment to realize what she’d said. “That stor -- yeah!” Harry felt his lips curve into a smile for the first time that night. “Yeah. It was great. We had fake swords that Ron threw aside to punch Malfoy in the nose. But how do you --” It was like a lightbulb went off as he connected the dots. “Ginny Weasley...as in Ron’s little sister?” 

  “Not my preferred title.” Ginny let out a little laugh. “But it’s true. Ron is my older brother.” 

  Harry had heard stories about Ron’s annoying little sister for years. She and her brother, Percy, had been accepted into a prestigious independent school while Ron the rest of the Weasley brothers had been in the same district as Harry. But surely this couldn’t be the “pain in the arse” sister. She seemed too… 

  “I feel like I already know you.” Ginny took a sip from her glass. “Between Ron and the twins. You’re famous!” 

  After only an hour of conversation, Harry felt Ginny was the most incredible person in the world. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also kind, considerate, and funny. 

  As the night turned into the early morning, Harry was unable to look away from her lips as she told amazing stories, wanting nothing more than to kiss them. He was never like this. When it came to women, he tended to admire from afar until he plucked up the nerve to give it a go and pitifully flirt with them. He was awkward on a good day, especially when it came to a beautiful woman.

  With Ginny, he was still awkward... but there were none of his normal flustered ramblings. He was talking with her smoothly, which in his book was close to a miracle. Because with a girl like Ginny Weasley, he should be on the floor in a floundering puddle. But Ginny… she was just so real . No one else in this damn house felt like that. Hell, he could count the number of people who felt like this on one hand. 

  "So, what did you do?" Harry had his face close to Ginny's under the pretense of hearing her, but really he was just enjoying what he assumed was her perfume. It was some sort of flower that he couldn't name, but God, it was one of the best things he'd ever smelled. 

  Ginny grinned as she shrugged nonchalantly. "I had to jump."  

  "So you just jumped off a cliff? Not even knowing how deep the water was?" 

  "It was that or be known as the team chicken."

  Harry shook his head, his smile reflecting hers. "And you couldn’t have that." 

  “That’s right.” Ginny laughed. “I knew they wouldn’t kill their new star striker.” She shrugged with a proud smirk on her lips. 

  “I would love to give cliff diving a go,” Harry mused, taking a swig from his bottle. 

  Ginny gave him an appraising look. “I could take you, see if you’ve got the bollocks to jump.” 

  “There are other ways for you to check that.” The words were out of Harry’s mouth before his brain could form a roadblock. “I -- I mean.” He started to splutter, something he’d impressively avoided up to that point. Fuck, that is not something you say to a mate’s sister, Harry!

  Instead of dumping her drink over his head, though, Ginny gave him a coy smile. “I’d be more than happy to conduct multiple tests, if you’re up for it.” 

  Harry’s brain short-circuited. He had no idea what was happening or where to go from there. He knew his mouth was hanging open, but he couldn’t seem to get his body to listen to any instructions.

  Ginny laughed.“But there are some first steps that need to be completed before we can test out my hypothesis.”

  “Which,” Harry cleared his throat, “Which steps are these?”

  “Oh, you know.” Ginny shrugged. “Dinner one night. Movie another. I’m not the kind of girl who skips the basics.” 

  “Dinner.” Harry let the word roll his tongue as if it was the first time he’d ever said it. “Dinner. Yeah -- um -- are you free tomorrow night?” 

  Ginny beamed at him. “Now I’m not.”

  Harry honestly couldn’t believe his own luck. Here was an incredible woman who wanted to go out with him, and not just for his name. “Great. I can pick you up at seven?” 

  “Seven sounds perfect.” Ginny pointed to his phone that had been sitting in front of him on the coffee table. “Can you unlock that?” 

  He did as he was told. Once the home page glared brightly at him, Ginny took the phone and started clicking buttons. After a minute she handed it back to him, with the screen displaying her contact information. 

  “Now.” She grabbed his beer and downed the remaining drink. “Shall we dance?”

  Harry’s brain was still lost in another universe (which might have explained his answer), but he managed to say, “Hell yes!” 

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  “I don’t care.” Seamus laughed, taking another large gulp from his cup. “Emma Watson is fit as fuck. And that’s just what I’d want to do if I’d meet her. She'd be the best shag of my life.”

  Harry snorted, which he could barely hear over the deafening music blaring throughout Dean’s house. Somehow, Seamus had convinced Harry to come to another party. It was all a blur in his mind how he agreed, but his girlfriend had said she would come too. Inexplicably, knowing Ginny was coming made everything better for Harry. Just the thought of Ginny coming to his rescue lessened the knots of anxiety in his stomach.

  Before Harry could give his mates a cheeky response, arms wrapped around his shoulders and warm breath surrounded his left ear. “Hello, luv.”

  Harry twisted his neck to find himself enveloped in red hair. “Hello, Gin.”

  Ginny pressed a kiss to his lips. “Come with me to get a drink?”

  Without hesitation, Harry stood up. Seamus made a pointed gesture. “There he goes, lads! Leaving us to be with a bird.”

  Harry grinned at his mates. “She’s my own Emma Watson, can you blame me?”

  “She’s the best shag of your life?” Seamus asked with glee. Ron, however, groaned.

  “I don’t want to know, Harry.” Ron pointed his bottle at Harry. “I’m fine with you dating my sister, but I don’t want to know anything.”

  Harry didn’t speak, he just winked at Seamus who laughed and waved him away. “Don’t keep her waiting then!” 

  It took Harry a moment to make it through the crowd. His eyes were hyper-focused on Ginny’s long red hair. Finally, he reached her. She was pouring punch into a plastic cup. Harry bound his arms around her waist, letting his lips fall onto her neck. 

  Ginny tilted her head, allowing him better access. “If you keep this up, we won’t stay for our agreed hour.”

 Harry smiled into her skin. The previous night, while laying in his bed after an hour of not talking, Harry had complained about being stuck at parties for too long. Ginny had laughed and said they would only stick around for a few hours. Harry had then used some of his individualized negotiation tactics he saved only for her. In the end, he was able to shave three hours from their allotted party time and was able to have another hour of silence. 

  “Works by me.” Harry ran his tongue over a small cluster of freckles by her ear.

  Ginny’s breath hitched. “I’d hate to leave without saying hello to everyone” She put her freshly filled cup down on the table and twisted in his arms. Her mouth connected with his, and just like that, the loud music and people faded into nothing. The only thing that mattered was the way her fingers played with his messy waves and how her tongue worked with his. 

  “Then again.” Ginny pulled back, a coy smile on her slightly swollen lips. “I could make rounds and be ready to leave in fifteen.” 

  Harry kissed her again. He couldn’t believe that only a year ago she’d found him skulking in the corner of this very room, hating everything and everyone. She made him feel like he could deal with anything, all of the crowds, any bad nights that happened. 

  Harry shifted his attention from her mouth, up her jaw, stopping beside that cluster of freckles again. “Shall we dance, first?”

  Ginny let out a low laugh.”Hell yeah.”

[avid-author-activist]

The Princess Andromeda (2): What Could Possibly Go Wrong? Everything, Apparently

read it here on ao3

chapter 1 is here

I set off at a brisk pace, holding the layout of the ship in my head as we went. We followed a narrow corridor down to the service stairwell. A sixth sense stopped me in my tracks, and I threw an arm across Percy’s chest.

The snarls of a telekhine drifted down the stairwell. “I don’t care what your nose says! The last time you smelled half-blood, it turned out to be a meatloaf sandwich!”

I tried to pinpoint the monster’s voice: maybe the landing above us? In any case, the engine room was floors below. I gestured to the stairs, and we descended as quietly as possible.

My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I was sure every monster on the ship could hear it.

Next to me, Percy seemed calm, unruffled. He was probably going to come out of this alive. He was practically guranteed to survive until sixteen, when the fate of Olympus would be decided or something. He’d taken on Titans, gods, and basically every monster mythology had to offer. Exploding a cruise ship was just another day on the job for him. Me, on the other hand…

My camp necklace had five beads for five completed summers, from eighth grade through senior year. I had been on exactly zero quests, not counting the missions earlier this summer.

I was enrolled at NYU for the fall semester. My life was about as normal as a demigod’s could get: I had a girlfriend, a little brother, parents. They were strapped for cash, relying on money I made doing repairs when I was home. I tried not to think about how they would feel if I didn’t make it back.

We arrived at the engine room. The doors were bolted shut. I rummaged through my bag for a pair of chain cutters, careful not to jostle the jars of Greek fire. I didn’t want to think about what would happen if one of the jars broke. It probably did not involve getting off this ship alive and preventing the end of Western civilization.

With a sigh of relief, I closed my hand around the handle of the tool. I carefully severed the chains one by one, easing the door open. There was a second where we both held our breath. If an alarm was going to go off, it would be now. Nothing happened.

I grinned and strolled into the heart of the cruise ship.

Wow. I couldn’t help but be impressed. Big yellow turbines the size of grain silos lined one wall. I could only imagine the amount of horsepower it took to keep a cruise ship of this size going. I’d always wanted to build a boat when I was younger, like maybe a flying warship or Greek trireme…

There would be time for that when we survived this war.

The other wall was lined with computer terminals and pressure gauges, manned by a single telekhine. Percy sliced him from shoulder to hip, and he exploded into yellow powder.

“One down,” I said, wiping the monster dust from my forehead. It was caked with my own sweat, forming a thick yellow goo. Gross. “About five thousand to go.”

I surreptitiously wiped my hand on my cargo shorts and handed Percy a jar of Greek fire and a roll of duct tape. “Slap those on the console. I’ll get the turbines.”

It was humid and hot in the control room. It wasn’t as bad as the forges at camp, but it was warm enough that both of us were drenched in sweat in no time. My fingers were slipping as I taped the jars to the turbines. More than once, I fumbled the jars, which would’ve been very bad for us if I hadn’t caught them before they hit the floor.

There were two turbines left when I heard the pounding of feet on the stairs outside, getting louder by the second. I blanched, thinking about the number of monsters that could be headed this way right now. There was no way we could hold them all off. Percy met my eyes, wiping the sweat from his face. “How much longer?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Too long,” I said around the roll of duct tape, fixing the second-to-last jar of fire in place. “I still have to wire the receiver and prime the charges. Ten more minutes at least.”

Percy seemed to come to a decision. “I’ll distract them. Meet you at the rendezvous point.”

I straightened, looking him in the face. Percy Jackson was maybe the best fighter I’d ever met, but even he couldn’t take on a shipful of five thousand monsters at once. “Percy–”

“Wish me luck.” He uncapped Riptide and unlatched the door.

“Good luck,” I sighed, and he disappeared outside. I heard telekhine yelps and snarls, then the swish of Percy’s blade as he cut them apart.

Part of me—the part that wondered if this was the last time I’d see him alive—wanted to dart outside and help him. Then I took a deep breath. Percy was doing this for me so that I could finish the job. I couldn’t let him down.

I attached the last jar of Greek fire to the last turbine. I pulled the receiver out of my bag and began wiring the circuit. My mind focused until there was nothing but the job in front of me. There was a cruise ship that needed blowing up. I was the one that was going to blow it up. That was all.

My hands flew, priming the explosives and setting the timer. Then I paused. The original plan had been to set it for five minutes so we could escape before the boat exploded.

I looked at my watch; the LED face read 10:29 PM. How long had it been since Percy had left? Five minutes? Seven? If he had been captured, neither of us would be getting off this ship alive.

I took a deep breath and set the timer to zero. When Kronos discovered the explosives, it would be far too late. I could detonate them at any time. Besides, if we were captured and the ship exploded, it wouldn’t matter to us.

Either way, we would be dead.

I finished wiring the receiver and packed everything up in my bag, minus the Greek fire. I took a deep breath and unlatched the door. All I had to do was make it to the rendezvous point—the helipad on the bow of the Princess Andromeda. What could go wrong?

Footsteps—many, many footsteps—echoed from the corridor to the right. I was faced with a split-second decision: engage them in front of the engine room, or take my chances with the hallway to the left, which was the way we had come. Think! I have to think.

This was the second large wave of monsters that had come this way within fifteen minutes. That couldn’t possibly be a coincidence.

Somehow, Kronos knew we were here.

Either Percy had been captured and let something slip… or someone had told them that we would be here. A spy. A spy at camp.

Our entire mission had been compromised, and I had to find Percy and get out of here as soon as possible, hopefully detonating the explosives along the way.

I desperately wracked my brains for a way out of the situation. If the monsters checked the engine room, they would disable the explosives, and our mission would fail. New York would fall, and Olympus would follow. I couldn’t let that happen.

So.... if I wanted them to avoid the engine room, I had to create a diversion. Then I had to convince them the explosives hadn’t been set yet, so they wouldn’t come to check. A plan began to take shape in my mind—a stupid, crazy plan, but it was the only one I had.

First. Kill any monsters that were coming to check the engine room right now. I unhooked a Greek fire grenade from my utility belt. Yanked out the pin. Took a second to think about how stupid I was being: if the corridor caves in, I’m doomed.

Before I could do any more second-guessing, I chucked the grenade into the horde of monsters rounding the corner, shut my eyes, and clapped my hands over my ears.

The resulting blast shook the floor, but the walls seemed to contain the shock wave well enough. I cautiously opened my eyes, ready to finish off the survivors. There were none. The walls weren’t even scorched, and any leftover monster dust had been totally incinerated.

I blew out a breath, trying to calm my racing heart. Next step, I told myself. What’s the next step?

Second. Convince Kronos’s minions I was heading towards the engine room and hadn’t set the explosives yet. Backtrack. Find fake explosives.

I turned and ran down the left-hand corridor, retracing my steps back up the dingy stairwell where we had first heard the telekhines. I heard noise from the flight above me, and I instantly spun around and pretended to be heading downstairs.

Two dracaenae snake women slithered around the corner and spotted me. “What issss thissss?” one hissed. Her forked tongue flickered. “An enemy demigod?”

“Yup, that’s me,” I said automatically, my brain running on autopilot. Stupid.

They made their way down the stairs, every step making an audible thud and causing their armor to clank. It would’ve been funny if I wasn’t stuck on a cruise ship with five thousand monsters and only one demigod for backup.

“For Kronossss,” one hissed, jabbing at me with a spear. I sidestepped and lunged, slicing it to dust with my sword. Then I turned and sprinted down the stairwell, leaving the other one to raise the alarm.

Next step. Fake explosives. Where was I supposed going to find fake explosives on a golden cruise ship?

Glass jars. The kitchens. I swore, trying to remember where the kitchens were as I ran. My armor and bag clanked loud enough to raise Hades. With my luck, I’d attract another horde of monsters by stumbling around like a bull in a china shop.

I skidded around a corner and almost ran straight into a Cyclopes. It froze when it saw me, a hotdog halfway to its mouth. Before it could react, I stabbed it through the eye and sent it back to Tartarus.

I darted into the kitchen, sword at the ready. There was no one else in there, possibly because it was nearly eleven o’clock. Or maybe most of the monsters on this ship ate something else—like demigod.

I rummaged through the kitchen pantry, past packages of Froot Loops and Double Stuf Oreos. Please, I prayed. Please let there be something useful.

Finally, in the very back, I unearthed a dozen jars of peach preserves, in pristine condition, as if they’d been waiting for this very moment. Was it divine intervention, or was it the fact that Greek monsters liked preservatives instead of preserved fruit? I sent a quick prayer of thanks to my father anyway.

Right outside the kitchen, the hallway forked again. I knew the left corridor would lead to the engine room—where a third horde of monsters was probably heading—and almost certain capture and death. If I went back there, I wouldn't be able to make it off the ship before detonation. I would go down with the Princess Andromeda.

The other corridor… if I took it, maybe I would be able to escape detection. I could make it to the rendezvous point with Percy, and we coud get away and detonate the charges from a distance.

A choice. I have a choice.

No, I didn’t. Not really. If I ran, Kronos would find and dismantle the charges. Our only hope for success lay in me getting down to the engine room before the third wave of minions came to investigate.

Deep down, I knew I would never be able to chicken out. I had committed to this mission. It was my responsibility to see it through to the end.

I took a second to catch my breath, making sure my watch was set to the detonator. I fastened it more securely around my wrist—it would be just my luck to have it slip off in the next fifteen minutes. I glanced at the image of Silena in my pocket one last time. If everything went to plan… I would never see her smile again. I’m sorry, Lena.

An ice-cold clarity settled over my mind. For the ruse to work, the enemy had to see me creeping towards the engine room. I would be captured, and after that, there would be no way off this ship. I would detonate the charges, and then… I would die.

Don’t get me wrong. A part of me was freaking out. I was, not to be cliché, too young to die. I wanted to go to college, drive my brother to football practice every day, and major in political science. Maybe start my own crafting business on the side.

If I hit the big red button on my watch, all of those dreams would go up in a giant plume of Greek fire. There wouldn’t even be a body for my parents to bury.

I blinked away sudden tears.

But if I didn’t do this, I would still die. If this ship made it to New York, it wouldn’t matter if I survived tonight. The Titans would take Olympus. All of Western Civilization would crumble within a week.

I had to do this.

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Nirjala Tamrakar Wright - aka "Mountain Queen” - The Mountain Biking National Champion of Nepal from 2001 to 2012!

Nirjala, the "Mountain Queen," was born in Kumari Pati in Kathmandu, Nepal. Nirjala is one of two children, with a younger brother who is a keen road biker. Nirjala started out in her late teens as a professional model. For this career, she was required to keep fit, and it was through going to the gym that she got into first bodybuilding and then cycling. In 2001, some friends suggested she try her luck in a mountain bike race, The Himalayan Mountain Bike Race Series, and she won the National Women's Category. This proved to be her inspiration to leave modelling and pursue a professional career as a cyclist for the Nepal National Team. Nirjala's rise to fame and to working as a professional athlete for the Nepal National Team was beset by the difficulty that arose from the patriarchy-based society in which she grew up. Although she competed at a national and international level and at a higher level than the majority of Nepalese male riders, she was marginalized by her own national cycling association, which found sponsors and endorsements for her male counterparts. Despite this, she continued and found her own sponsors (like Qoroz Professional Titanium Bikes). Nirjala's Notable Achievements:

First Nepalese Woman to cycle 22 days from Lhasa (Tibet) to Everest Base Camp (North) to Kathmandu (Nepal)

First female to Win (2 times) the Highest Altitude, Endurance race in the World, "The Yak Attack"

First Nepalese Female to win a cycle race in the UK

First Nepalese Cycle Athlete to compete in a UCI World Cup Finals

First Nepalese Cycle Athlete to compete in South Asian Games

First Nepalese Woman to complete a cycle race of the Annapurna Circuit

Recipient of the - "Tamrakar Award Fund" - Ugrachandi Award (Nepal)

Participated in the mountain biking competition at the 16th Asian Games in China in November 2010

She is now a keynote speaker and role model for young women in Nepal and all over the world who have grown up in oppressive societies but dream of being recognized for their sports and achievements. The British writer Jane Nobel Knight wrote a book titled "The Inspiring Journeys of Pilgrim Mothers" and included a chapter on Nirjala's struggle and eventual success in her field. Nirjala is now married to her British husband, Daniel Wright, and has a son, Percy, and a daughter, Aurora. She is also a respected Mandala Artist (3-time Nepal National, Street Mandala Winner) and holds a Masters in Business Studies (MBS). Nirjala recently completed her 10km swim race on 9th July in 5 hours, organized by MediaCity UK Swim Challenge.

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Who is Nirjala

Her passion for sports and fitness

Wanting to do more challenging things in her life

Her life in Nepal

Being sent to a very academic school

Her role as a girl in her household

Her destiny in life 

Trying to make her parents happy

Doing all the household chores from a young age

Her teenage years and realising that she wanted more from life

Getting into physical exercise, starting with yoga and then onto cycling

Winning her first mountain bike race

Meeting like minded people who enjoyed mountain biking

How winning the race changed her life

Not having the proper gear 

Feeling like somebody

Not knowing what she needed to do to get to number 1 in the sport

The next step in her journey 

Taking part in all the mountain biking races, while studying and working

Wanting to know how she compared to other athletes around the world

Wanting to compete with the best mountain biking athletes in the world

Getting the opportunity to race for 10 days in Northern India in 2009

Starting to win the international races

The challenges she’s faced, from getting gear to finding sponsorship

Racing for no prize money 

Funding her life and the financial struggle

Racing in the World Cup in France

The struggle of having to do everything by herself

Facing a very technical route

Having children and getting back on to the bike again

Moving to the UK 

Dealing with the cold lake water

Signing up for her first triathlon 

Dealing with pre race anxiety

The women who have inspired Nirjala

If you can dream big you can make it possible

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Triumph Motorcycles Factory Visitor Experience Reopens With New Landspeed Exhibition

Triumph Motorcycles Factory Visitor Experience reopens with new landspeed exhibition, free entry announcements and a star-studded weekend. On Thursday 20th May the Triumph Motorcycles Factory Visitor Experience welcomed back customers, hosted Dynavolt Triumph’s factory rider Kyle Smith and launched a sizeable new Land Speed Exhibition. The Factory Visitor Experience also supported The Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride and entertained guests with an impressive start up and ride of two immaculately restored 1962 race featured Thruxton Bonneville’s on the weekend following the reopening. An impressive brand-new Land Speed Exhibition is now on display and showcases the Triumph Infor Land Speed Rocket Streamliner, which was built to challenge the Motorcycle Land Speed Record with Guy Martin in the hot seat, back in 2016 at the Bonneville Salt Flats. Publicly revealed for the first time ever, this Land Speed motorcycle is powered by two turbocharged 1,485cc inline triple engines, sourced from the world leading Triumph Rocket III, and can deliver more than 1,000 horsepower (750 kW). Visitors can now get up close to view this truly iconic, performance-based legend at the Hinckley Headquarters.

Kyle Smith, newly appointed rider for the Dynavolt Triumph team, that will compete in the Quattro Group British Supersport Championship, also attended the re-opening celebrations and spent time browsing the Exhibition alongside customers and colleagues from Triumph Motorcycles. The festivities continued into the weekend, with the Triumph Factory Visitor Experience being the meeting point for the Leicester leg of The Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride on Sunday 23rd May. Around 60 classic motorcycles, and their dapper-styled riders, rode to raise funds for cutting-edge research into prostate cancer, mental health and suicide prevention programs. The Factory Visitor Experience also specially displayed the stunning one-off custom Thruxton 1200 RS which is to be the prize for the Gentlefolk Competition. For the occasion the Triumph Factory Visitor Experience also hosted former Triumph Works Rider, multiple race winner and former TT rider John Cooper. To commemorate his achievements John Cooper has his very own celebratory plaque marking the way in the ‘Avenue of Legends’ on the lead up to the Factory Visitor Experience. Specially restored and ridden for the event, two 1962 Thruxton Bonneville’s, both of which were raced at the 1962 Thruxton 500 Mile Production Race by John Cooper himself and friend Percy Tait, were started up and ridden down The Avenue of Legends in front of the dapper ladies and gentlemen. This was a shared moment in history, as it was the first time John Cooper had seen and ridden this race-tuned classic motorcycle since he last rode it in 1962 at Thruxton Circuit. John Cooper said, ‘This is great fun. It’s a lovely atmosphere and just fantastic to see so many men and women out riding for a good cause. It’s been a pleasure to be a part of it all.’ John Slatcher, organiser of The Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride Leicester said, ‘We’ve managed to raise over £10,000 for Men’s Health which is much more than we expected! The support has been overwhelming and we’re already looking forward to next year!’ This fuel-filled weekend coincided with the welcomed announcement that the Exhibition, 1902 Café and Factory Shop will continue to offer free entry tickets, with pre-booking advised to guarantee access while government guidance on social distancing is still in place. For more information on the Triumph Factory Visitor Experience and The Distinguished Gentleman’s Rode click here: https://www.triumphmotorcycles.co.uk/visitor-experience Checkout our dedicated Triumph Motorcycles News page Triumph Motorcycles News/ or head to the official Triumph Motorcycles website triumphmotorcycles.co.uk

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A Girl's Best Friend !

The Number one of the Women's world circuit, Butch Diamond !!!

Fun fact: He runs a wildlife rescue centre that she maintains with the money he makes from boxing :]

Transcript under the cut:

Butch Diamond

Desmond Kelly She/he 39 years old 6'0 ft 235 lbs 36-1 (35 KO) Sydney, Australia

Personality

Kind, proud, cheerful, tactful, outgoing, spiritied, persistent, charitable, image conscious

Bio

A rugby player turned boxer, Butch has a robust body and a near impenetable defense, making her a formidable fighter ! She puts her skills she learned from rugby to good use, so be quick on your feet ! Albeit somewhat cocky, she mostly just hams it up in the ring, and is a kind soul outside of it.

[thephantomprojectionist]

[1600 Word Essay] Women’s & Minority Representation in DTV Martial Arts Movies

It’s long interested (and, recently, concerned) me how movies represent women and minorities (ethnic and cultural). As of late, I’ve turned this scrutiny on my particular film niche – direct-to-video American martial arts movies. Specifically, I wanted to measure which demographic was most likely to produce stars within the subgenre. I already had an idea, but the results were still a little surprising.

I’ve collected the data as to who’s been a leading star in these sorts of movies since 1985. All of the performers listed below have starred in or co-led at least three US-based DTV/limited release action/martial arts productions. Where applicable, I’ve substituted a starring role in a TV production in lieu of a third film lead.

White Men (not Latin): Loren Avedon, Dolph Lundgren, Chuck Norris,* Richard Norton, Jeff Speakman, Jean-Claude Van Damme, Jeff Wincott, Michael Worth, Scott Adkins, David Bradley, Bryan Genesse, Michael Bernardo, Paul Logan, Sasha Mitchell, Michael Dudikoff, Ted Jan Roberts, Ron Marchini, Chad McQueen, Scott Shaw, Eric Jacobus, Matt Mullins, Gary Daniels, Olivier Gruner, Jerry Trimble, Dale Cook, Antonio Sabato, Jr., Gary Wasniewski, Steven Seagal** White Women (not Latin): Cynthia Rothrock, Mimi Lesseos, Zoe Bell Asian Men: Philip Rhee, Ho-Sung Pak, Leo Fong, Johnny Yong Bosch, Jon Foo, Julian Lee, Jun Chong, Jino Kang, Cung Le, Don Wilson, Ernie Reyes, Jr. Asian Women: N/A Black Men: Billy Blanks, Wesley Snipes, Michael Jai White, Fred Williamson, Ron Hall Black Women: N/A Latin Men: Fabian Carillo, Hector Echavarria, Lorenzo Lamas Latin Women: N/A Arab Men: Jalal Merhi Arab Women: N/A Multiracial Men: Mark Dacascos Multiracial Women: N/A *Norris describes himself as being of mixed ethnicity, but his claims have been disputed. [SOURCE] **Ditto. [SOURCE]

[ERRATUM 8/4/18: I may have mis-attributed the ethnicity of Mimi Lesseos, whose Wikipedia article claims she’s actually Latinx and Greek.]

The obvious implications of this data are that (1) white men enjoy far greater representation than all other groups, and (2) women of color are completely unrepresented. Additionally, no other ethnicities or cultural identities than the ones listed here are represented at all, and this includes Asians who don’t fall under the eastern or southeastern headings.

So... What’s the problem here? What’s the issue, especially since we’re talking about such a very specific subgenre? Well, to everybody outside of this niche, there isn’t a problem beyond the degree to which DTV action flicks mirror the larger filmmaking scene. However, representation matters here as much as for any genre because it helps determine the future of this kind of movie. If these films are viewed by customers and filmmakers as primarily a gilding hall for white male leads, the number of women and minorities vying for anything beyond stuntwork or supporting parts isn’t encouraged to grow...and that’s likely to deprive us all of potentially great talent. Women, people of color, and other minorities help comprise the cream of the martial arts crop, and the thought of losing out on the next potential Cynthia Rothrock or Michael Jai White is galling. These movies don’t necessarily thrive on technical or dramatic innovation, but rather the physical innovation of its performers. Given this, it’s within everybody’s interest that anybody with the potential to thrill martial enthusiasts be duly considered.

“Objection: As this data only represents the DTV realm, it’s not an accurate portrayal of representation in American filmmaking or even the action/martial arts genre as a whole.”

The fact that DTV films don’t encompass the entirety of a genre doesn’t negate the significance of their own sector, the same way that one avenue of occupation needn’t encompass the entire job market to have unique implications for those involved. Though often viewed as a derivative of Hollywood, the DTV realm is very much its own place with unique hierarchies and politics. Entire careers are played out within it. What’s more, the DTV circuit isn’t so small as to be insignificant: even if the U.S. blockbuster scene became a beacon of representation, poor practices in the DTV scene could still be enough to unsettle the landscape. When you consider that less than 100 films are given a widespread theatrical release in the U.S. each year, it’s easy to imagine how quickly the smaller, quickly-produced releases can overtake them in quantity. Add to that the popularity of online video streaming services and their equalizing nature, and you can see that DTV flicks are a significant part the national film market.

“Objection: A quantitative measurement doesn’t properly convey how well a group is represented. For example, Wesley Snipes is more prolific and successful than almost every white male star listed here.”

Aside from the fact that too many demographics are still entirely unrepresented, the problem with pointing to a Wesley Snipes or a Lorenzo Lamas as adequate representation for an entire group is that it closes off the chances for anyone else who might fall within that demographic. If you take one prominent star and say there’s no need for additional representation, then what reason is there for someone else from that group to be taken on? Again, the result is the DTV circuit potentially depriving itself of the next great showstopper.

“Objection: The sample is too limiting. There’d be more women and minority entrants if you counted those with fewer than three starring roles and/or counted supporting ones (e.g. lead villains).”

I opted for no less than three starring roles because this indicates an established career within the DTV realm, which indicates a willingness of studios/distributors to repeatedly invest in a performer – this is, to some degree, the mark of a star. I’ve limited the credits to lead roles because such parts convey prestige and social esteem, and this is important. Yes, fans can definitely find favorites among lifetime supporting players, but supporting role or even those of the lead villain typically don’t convey the positive qualities that usually define protagonists. Aside from being promoted the most, lead characters are most likely the ones the audience is encouraged to identify with. By comparison, other roles don’t measure up.

“Objection: Maybe there aren’t more women/minorities in lead roles because there are no viable contenders.”

Here’s but a small sample of viable contenders – women and men with the necessary physical talent to lead a fight flick.

Marissa Labog & Peipei Yuan – Fight Scene Chris Balualua – Showreel Lauren Mary Kim & Amy Johnston – Fight Scene Percy “Spitfire” Brown – Showreel Robert Parham – Showreel Fernando Chien – Showreel Tamiko Brownlee & Natalie Padilla – Fight Scene Anna Ranoso – Fight Scene Emmanuel Manzanares – Showreel Zara Phytian – Fight Scene Jawed El Berni – Short Film, The List Andy Leung & Ray Carbonel – Fight Scene, Contour Cheryl Lewis – Fight Scene Gui DaSilva – Fight Scene Nilo Ghajar-Williams Vs. Ieisha Auyeung – Fight Scene Natascha Hopkins – Fight Scene Gichi Gamba – Film Highlights, PowerRangers Michelle Jubilee Gonzalez – Fight Scene w/Peipei Yuan Shawn Bernal – Short Film, Flower Thieves Kristina Hess – Showreel John Lewis & Alex Meraz – Short Film, The Reward Cecily Fay – Film Highlights Rayna Vallandingham – Showreel Ed Kahana – Fight Scene, Relic Hunt Eve Torres – Fight Scene, The Scorpion King 4 Marie Mouroum – Showreel Krystal Vee & Selina Lo – Fight Scene, The Scorpion King 3 Juan Bofill – Fight Scene

“Do you have any good news?”

The good news is that the trend of white guys dominating this subgenre does seem to be abating as we move further into the 21st century. Of the 52 names in the sample, thirteen (13) are individuals who’ve begun starring in these movies within the past 16 years; of these, only 5 are white men – about 38 percent of the total.

White Men: Scott Adkins, Eric Jacobus, Matt Mullins, Gary Wasniewski, Steven Seagal White Women: Zoe Bell Asian Men: Johnny Yong Bosch, Jon Foo, Jino Kang, Cung Le Black Men: Wesley Snipes, Michael Jai White Latin Men: Hector Echavarria

Though white male performers still enjoy the greatest amount of representation, they don’t completely dominate the pipeline of new stars.

Also, I get the impression that big-budget Hollywood is making an effort to diversify the selection of people it has leading its movies. I’ve said before that the DTV arena isn’t merely derivative of Big Studio World, but obviously the latter plays a huge role in shaping popular trends. If Hollywood capitalizes on diversity among stars as an asset, then low-budget filmmakers may be inclined to follow.

“How do we change this? How do we get new, diverse performers to helm these movies?”

The first step is to find out who’s actually out there. The list of links I provided is pretty short, given the sheer amount of performers making their reels publicly available. Become a fan of lesser-known kickers. Once you’ve found someone whose work consistently impresses you and who you’d like to see lead a production, you can get started. Short of stepping down from a theatrical career, there are generally two ways that new performers acquire starring roles in the DTV scene: (1) they work their way up from smaller parts and/or stuntwork, or (2) they finance or co-finance their own productions. In either case, what you need to do is support them. Help finance indie projects they’re developing via crowd-funding. Feature them and their work on your social media. If they’ve had parts in studio work, review these movies publicly and point out that their involvement is the reason you looked at the picture in the first place. And if a movie they’ve starred in gets released, buy it directly – don’t download or buy it from a third party seller, and for goodness sake don’t post the whole thing online for free.

It’s up to the performer(s) in question to prove that they’d rock a starring role, but it’s up us to make their effort worth it.

[hexiewrites]

you can’t take the sky from me: ch 2 - captive

a/n: me: “i’m not going to post more of this story till it’s basically done”. me, two days later: “FUCK IT I'M JUST GONNA POST LETS DO THIS.” anyways. thank you all for the love & support from the first chapter!!! I so so so appreciate it. no guarantees on a regular posting schedule, but I’m going to aim to do one or two a week, depending on how all this goes for me. <3 hope you enjoy!! tagging: @nymphadoraholtzmann (my beautiful beta!), and: @flintwoodandco @provocative-envy @olivieblake @blood-and-death-will-fall @newt-scxmander @kyonomiko @ff-sunset-oasis @habababa @scremereel [let me know if you want to be tagged in future updates!!]

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They were, it seemed, the last people to reach the deck of Wood’s ship. Which made sense, because Pansy had purposefully walked slowly and Weasley hadn’t seemed to wanted to push her much - she’d caught him eyeing the heels she had chosen that day more than once. Clearly, he seemed to think he’d captured a girl, soft and weak and in shoes she couldn’t run away in. One knife that she didn’t know how to use, and a permanent pout on her soft full lips.

For the moment, she decided to let him think that. Until she knew more, of course.

“Aye, was starting to worry about you for a minute,” came a familiar voice. This, of course, must be Wood. He wasn’t anything extraordinary, for a Captain. Didn’t have Draco’s pale grace or Theo’s broad shouldered confidence. Hell, he didn’t even have the imposing air of her father and the few other men she’d happened to meet who had their own ships. He was simply…  a man. Not the tallest she’d met or the shortest. Muscular, but more lean than anything. Sandy beige hair and brown eyes. Completely forgettable, minus the strange brogue in his accent.

“You worry entirely too much,” said Weasley behind her.

Only.

Pansy was looking at two people who looked so similar to the man who had found her that now she wasn’t entirely sure if Weasley was the best way to refer to him. Two of the crew gathered in front of her must have been related to the man behind. The had the same blue eyes, sharp and bright. And the same bright red hair - the other man’s was longer than her captor’s, and he too was differently shaped. Shorter and less muscular, looked like he had enough to eat. That one was wearing a pair of coveralls with a streak of grease down the side and Pansy nearly winced - how stereotypical did one have to be?

The other, well. That was new. The third Weasley was female, with her red hair tied back into a tight plait that fell down her back. She was in an outfit that looked almost like armour, thick and yet malleable. Pansy could count three guns from what she could see, and she had a small feeling that it would be an insult to this girl - this woman - to assume she didn’t have far more weapons hidden than the ones in view.

And then, another voice.

That was odd. This ship, from the little Pansy had seen of it, didn’t seem that much larger than her own. And yet she had now met as many crew as her own had. Of course, her ship had empty bedrooms, yes. But they didn’t have a need for more people.

Curious.

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This voice was also female, and that struck another odd chord in Pansy as well. If she hadn’t been entirely sure that they were obviously in different lines of business, she would be now. It was exceedingly rare to come across another scavenger ship with one other female on it, let alone two.

“Percy,” the voice admonished softly. It was a high and lilting voice and Pansy turned her head to catch a swirl of long blonde hair and a swoop of deep blue skirts. “Why have you got her cuffed?”

Pansy opened her mouth, wondering how easy it would be to get this woman to believe whatever it was she wanted. Play up the ‘sisterhood’ thing. And then she focused and realized that the look in the eyes across from her wasn’t one of pity or worry, but curiosity.

Percy, the Weasley behind her, moved in a way that felt to Pansy like a cross between a shrug and a wave. “She pulled a knife on me,” he explained, and across from them, the girl-Weasley laughed.

“I figured growing up with me you wouldn’t underestimate a woman like that, hmm big-brother?” she teased.

The blonde laughed as well, her entire body turning towards the redhead - a sunflower to a dying light. And then she refocused on Pansy, and Wood stepped forward, clearing his throat.

“‘Lo. Welcome to my ship, The R.S.S. Phoenix. I’m Captain Oliver Wood. See you’ve already met my first mate Percy. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

Pansy thought this over, wondered if she was safer to play the helpless card or to keep her mouth closed until she knew what they wanted. R.S.S. They were commissioned, then, paid by the Ministry. Research ship. Though, she didn’t know many research ships that went on scavenging missions, and the contradiction was enough to keep her mouth closed.

“Hmm,” Oliver mused, looking around at the crew. “Right, nothing to see here everyone. Let’s prep for departure. Perce, take ’er down to the medbay, we’ll see if she’s coded. Luna,” he prompted, and the blonde glanced away from the redhead and in his direction. “She may have been on there quite some time - don’t s’pose you have any extra food you could whip up for our guest? Ron,” second-male-Weasley turned now, but before Pansy could hear the next line of orders, Percy was pulling her in the other direction.

Pansy wondered what it would be like, as they walked, to be on a ship with a medbay. On her ship, you went to Theo if you thought you needed stitches - his hands were the steadiest. Marcus for resetting breaks and dislocations, he was the firmest and most likely to get it over with. Draco had some knack for minor injuries, though he was often too frustrated that someone had managed to get themselves hurt to be much use. Pansy was at the bottom of the chain, because her preferred method of problem solving was hitting things with a wrench, and the boys had very quickly learned that often was not exactly the skill you wanted when you were injured.

She made sure to scan the layout of the ship as they travelled. It was much more straightforward than hers, linear from what she could tell. They passed more than one research bay and she couldn’t help but try and see through the frosted glass, catching what looked like a circuit board on one table. And then, the medbay. It was smaller than she had pictured, but still. Clean and bright, with an operating table stretched out down the middle. And another person, a tiny one with what seemed to be a lot of hair.

Another girl.

Something about this entire operation was starting to seem off. She had never heard of a Ministry authorized ship with three women on it, especially with two of them having jobs. Luna was clearly just the cook - probably one of the men’s wives, though perhaps not a very dedicated one.

Percy knocked lightly on the door and the woman inside spun to face them. She wasn’t wearing the classic Doctor’s outfit that Pansy remembered from back when she lived on a colony, just some rather drab getup that anyone could have scooped up on a border moon.

“Percy,” the woman greeted fondly, and then her eyes narrowed as she spotted Pansy. “So this was the commotion I heard on the comms.”

“Yes,” Percy confirmed, nudging Pansy forward a little bit. “Can’t get much out of her, though she did try and stab me, so I’d be careful.”

The woman smiled, and it fell somewhere between friendly and menacing, and Pansy decided if she were going to pull another knife on anyone, it probably wouldn’t be the bushy-haired Doctor.

“Right. Not going to tell us your name then?” The woman asked, raising a brow at Pansy. “That would really be the easiest option, you know.”

Pansy huffed, this was getting frustrating, pretending to be absolutely stupid. “You’re going to scan me either way, aren’t you? Might as well get it over with.”

The woman’s smile turned sharper, and she nodded. “Well, not entirely brain damaged, then. Percy, I’ll need her arm.”

Percy complied, but not before glancing down at Pansy with a stern look in his eyes. “She might look small, but Dr. Granger is no stranger to the use of a sharp blade herself. Don’t try anything.”

Pansy managed her own small, and hopefully placating, smile, and then held her arm out to the woman in front of her.

Pansy had had her code for as long as she could remember - dark black lines drawn in an imperceptible pattern on the inside of her arm. It had shifted as she grew, though had been relatively stable since she had settled into her role on her ship. But the boys hadn’t scanned it when she first joined, and so she hadn’t had it checked in years. For most people, on the colonies or who worked on ships regularly, scanning was such a common practice it was nothing.

This felt vulnerable, strange, and naked and Pansy wanted to run. But Percy was behind her, holding her still, and Dr. Granger had her wrist tightly in a small dark hand. Pansy shut her eyes as she felt the familiar burn of the scanner and listened for the usual beep. It didn’t come. Instead, three warning tones sounded and her heart lurched even further than it had already done that day.

“Pansy Parkinson,” the doctor read off the screen, and Pansy frowned at the sound of her name, so clinical, like it wasn’t one of the most important secrets she kept. They would all know, now. “SD.22343, month older than Ron if you can believe it. Says here she’s been missing some four years, disappeared off London-XW. Looks like her father has a pretty hefty prize out for her return.”

Pansy had to force herself to breathe as panic started to rise in her chest.

“Wait,” she whispered, hoping to god that Percy and Granger would listen to her. “It’s… look, it wasn’t…”

“Kidnapping?” Percy mused, and Pansy had a feeling he wasn’t speaking to her. “Seems odd to keep her for so long - galleons can’t be going up that much after this much time. Runaway?” he suggested, and Dr. Granger shook her head.

“Stowaway, I should think, by the looks of her. Must have been so hard, living on a fully formed planet, plenty to eat and nothing to worry about. Little rich girl wanted a taste of adventure and ended up stuck in the black with a group of pirates.” The doctor nearly spat out the words and Pansy frowned.

“That’s not-” she tried again, but the Doctor was speaking once more.

“Those galleons would go a long way to the project, Percy,” she suggested, and Percy hummed over the thought himself.

“Wouldn’t look bad on my record to return a missing person,” he returned, and Pansy shook her head fiercely.

“Wait, you have to listen! I can’t go back there, I-”

The doctor huffed and turned away, hitting buttons on her scanner, clearly sending the information to the rest of the crew. “We gave you a chance to explain yourself, Parkinson.”

Pansy bit down on her lip. Fuck. Fuck. She wished she had Marcus, wished she had Draco or Theo, wished she had someone to run this all over with. What do I do? She wanted to scream. She knew the plan, knew the rules. But this was over her head. She didn’t know this game, the not-quite-heroes she was now stuck with. If they wanted money and Ministry favour…

“Right,” Percy decided, slipping her hand back into the cuff while she was distracted. “I’ll put her down in the cells until we have a plan of action. Thanks, Hermione.”

The woman was already back at her work station, and Pansy took the name and filed it away, though she was becoming increasingly more worried that she didn’t know the game anymore, and names were clearly not the valuable currency she was used to.

“Knives,” Percy demanded, as they stepped through a shimmering wall into one of the ships so-called ‘cells’. They weren’t really, as she had a bed and a separate bathroom. There was even a small bookcase in this one with a handful of older tomes, nearly relics by the state of them. It had a comm connection and a small porthole, but it also had a clear wall, nowhere to really hide. Pansy figured they were down by the cargo bay - secluded, but not private. She was not a guest here, not really, and Percy raised an eyebrow at her, extending a hand.

Pansy huffed and tugged one out from each of her boots, passing them over to him handle first. She slid one off the outside of her left leg and one from it’s space secure against her forearm.

“Be careful with those,” she snapped at the redhead in front of her. “They mean a great deal to me.”

“I know that’s not all of them,” he responded, and Pansy huffed.

“It is,” she insisted, finally starting to feel tired and bratty after everything she’d been through.

Percy gave her another moment and then he put the knives he had already collected into a small box in the wall that promptly disappeared, and then stepped up towards her. Pansy clenched her fists as he patted her down, running his hands over her legs and smoothing down her flowing trousers to feel against her skin. Pansy couldn’t help but shiver as his hands skimmed over her hips and up her sides, though the moment was short lived when he pressed against the edge of another knife and raised a knowing brow at her.

“Fine,” Pansy huffed, freeing it from her body and dropping it into his hand. “Are you happy now?”

“No,” Percy retorted, and his chest grazed the front of her body as he stepped closer. Pansy had to swallow this time - it had been too long since she was so close to a strange man. Even Marcus - that had been months ago. And despite this one’s obvious downside of capturing her, and his strange clipped tone, there was something about him, as well. He smelled musky, not like her boys did when they couldn’t get fresh water in time for all of them to shower as much as they wished. Clean, but masculine. He was clearly muscular under his own clothes, more so than she had realized earlier. He was taller than her by enough that even in her heels she felt small up against him, and his breath was hot as it ghosted over the side of her face. His hands skimmed up her back and she fought the urge to press her body against his - pure animal instinct, she chided herself - and for just a minute she thought he might have missed it.

“This would all be much easier if you told the truth, Miss. Parkinson,” he mumbled, pressing against the last blade that sat nestled between her shoulderblades.

Pansy inhaled one last time as she pulled it out and away from her body, almost tossing it in his direction. “Fuck you,” she spat, crossing her arms neatly across her chest.

Percy raised a brow, questioning. If she didn’t know any better, she might have thought he was laughing, the way his lips twitched.

And then he turned and left, slipping effortlessly through the wall of glass the shimmered in his wake.

As soon as he was gone, Pansy screamed and lunged herself at the barrier. Predictably, she smashed into the wall and groaned at the impact on her shoulder. “Fuck!” she shouted, lifting a hand to pound at the glass. “Motherfucker!” she added for emphasis, kicking at it with one of her heels. “Just you fucking wait for my boys to find me! They’ll light this fucking ship on fire!”

Finally, after she had kicked and screamed and gotten out most of the anger and pain and hurt that had been building, Pansy sunk down to the ground, back against the glass, and let herself do the only thing she never did.

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Del commenced bowling in 1963 and quickly established herself as a champion.  She was a three times winner of the National All Stars Tournament during the 1960’s, and at the same time won numerous other national titles.

In the 1971 World Championships, she was a member of the Women’s team which won Australia’s first Silver medal in international competition.  In addition she has represented her country on four other occasions and always finished high amongst the leaders against the worlds best bowlers.

She has represented Western Australia in the Walter Rachuig Tournament on 17 occasions.  

For more than 20 years, she has continually exhibited all of those qualities which has singled her out as a great champion.  Elected to the Hall of Fame October 1984.

Born in NSW, Trish Datson commenced bowling in 1963.  She won the ‘All Stars’ in 1969, The Australian Masters in 1970 and in that same year she had two first and two thirds at the Australian National Titles.

In 1971, she was a member of the now famous Women’s Team which competed in the World Championships.  She represented Australia in the first World Cup in 1972 and in 1973, 1974, 1975 and 1978 again won her way into the Australian line-up for the Asian Zone and World Championships.

Her record in the Walter Rachuig Trophy is quite impressive, as a member of the NSW team; she bowled a total of 113 games over an eight year period.  On 1st December 1979, she passed away – a victim of cancer – leaving behind a magnificent record which established her as one of bowling’s all-time great.

Posthumously elected to the Hall of Fame October 1984.

Melbourne born Doreen Dockery commenced bowling in 1961.  

She won two titles at the first ATBC Nationals in 1962, and since that time, she has built up a continuity record of 21 appearances in the Nationals and has competed in more than 25 city and state championships.

Her record of victories and high place finishes in tournaments such as the 1964 and 1968 All Stars, The South Pacific Classic and the ATBC Masters is outstanding.

In 14 separate Walter Rachuig Tournaments, she has played more than 200 games for the Victorian State Team.  

At international level she has represented Australia in World and Zone championships and in 1980, she won Silver and Bronze medals in Adelaide at the FIQ Championships.  Elected to the Hall of Fame October 1984.

Since bowling was introduced to Victoria in 1960, Ron Powell has earned a reputation for being a highly competitive and excellent sportsman.  

He has a long list of victories in the city, state and national titles.  In addition, he has held high placing’s in the five year history of the National Bowler Ranking program.

He has represented Australia in World and Zone Championships on five different occasions, and has Gold and Bronze medals for Australia – in the 1983 World Masters in Venezuela, he averaged 225 over 15 games to win the fourth place trophy.

He bowled his first perfect game in 1974, and followed this with another in 1982.

On four occasions, he has represented Victoria in the Walter Rachuig Tournament. 

Elected to the Hall of Fame October 1984.

His record as a bowler and as a promoter of leagues and tournaments is quite outstanding.  He was captain of the Australian Men’s Team at the 1971 World Championships.  

He has represented Queensland in the Walter Rachuig Tournament on seven occasions and was Coach on three others.  In addition, he has been, since 1966, an outstanding performer in city, state and national titles.

Ken won the Ansett Classic Event, the Pioneer Classic, the Australian Open (1972) and The Hawaii Invitation.

As a promoter, he established the Brisbane Cup and in addition introduced in to the Australian competitive circuit the first Singles Tournament for women.

Elected to the Hall of Fame October 1984.

Jean Soderlund was born in NSW and started bowling in 1962 at about the time of the formation of the ATBC.  

In the first Australian Championships, she won the Open Grade Singles event and was in the line-up of the winning team in the Women’s Open Division.

Her bowling achievements established her as a legendary figure in the period leading up to her retirement from the game in the late 1970’s.  She was playing Captain of the NSW Women’s Rachuig team for five of the nine occasions she played for her state.

She represented Australia in World and Zone championships and was Captain of the Women’s medal winning teams in Milwaukee in 1971 and again in London in 1975.

Elected to the Hall of Fame in 1984.

Recognised as one of Australia’s greatest bowlers, her record of outstanding performances in regional, national and international events extends over many years.

Her more notable victories include four times winner of The Australian Masters, Classic Singles, the Victorian State and Melbourne City Masters, All Events and Open Teams.

On no less than 16 occasions, she bowled for Victoria in the Walter Rachuig Tournament. 

She has won Gold, Silver and Bronze medals for Australia in the World Championships and the Asian Zone championships.  

On four occasions she won the South Pacific Tournament. 

Elected to the Hall of Fame October 1985.

Born in England in 1916 and later settling in Victoria, Percy Talbot as 44 years of age before he became a bowler.  In a remarkable career which extended over 16 years prior to his death in April 1980, he was captain of the Victorian team from 1966 to 1971 and led them to victory in 1967 and 1969.  By striking out in the 10th frame, as anchor man, he gave his team a four pin victory over NSW in 1969.

He won the South Pacific Classic tournament in 1970 and represented Australia in the World Cup held in Denmark that same year.  His record of national and international victories and high score performances is endless.

He has a 299 game and high series of 742 to his credit.  He was known as “Mr Nice Guy”, a great sportsman admired and respected by those who knew him or by those who bowled as his competitors. 

Posthumously elected to the Hall of Fame October 1985.

Since he commenced bowling in 1964, Eric Thompson, who was born in Victoria, has been one of the most consistent tournament winners in the history of the game in Australia.

The impressive list of first place honours embraces city, state and national titles plus a multitude of other tournaments of every description.  At the 1979 World Championships held in Manila, he won Gold medals for Australia in teams, doubles and the all-events.

He was also playing Captain of the Australian team in the 1980 Asian Zone Championships held in Adelaide, where he won Gold, Silver and Bronze medals.  He has been Captain Coach and member of the record breaking Victorian Rachuig team for many years.  

In the qualifying series of the 1983 South Pacific Classic Tournament, he bowled his first 300. 

Elected to the Hall of Fame in October 1985.

Chris started bowling in 1964 with the old rubber bowling balls and lacquer lane surfaces.

He represented Australia in the World Cup an incredible five times: 1974, 1979 where he finished in 3rd place, 1981, 1985 and 1987.  Some of his other accomplishments include – winning the South Pacific Classic three times – in 1974, 1979 and 1987, the Australian Masters 1980, and the Melbourne Tenpin Cup 1993.

Chris also represented Australia in the first World Games where he won both a Gold and Silver medal.  He went on to represent Australia on fifteen occasions and has spent about 10 years overseas coaching.

He was part of the NSW Rachuig winning men’s team in 1972, 1973 and 1976, making the All Star Team on three occasions – 1973, 1974 and 1976.

He has bowled 22 x 300 games and Brunswick even produced a bowling ball in the eighties with his name on it for the Australian market. 

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Transcript under the cut:

Dancing Queen

Freja Carlson

She/her

45 years old

6’4 ft

215 lbs

13-9 (10 KO)

Jönköping, Sweden

Personality:

Amiable, empathetic, private, soft, genuine, thoughtful, absentminded, dreamy, avoidant

Bio:

A huge fan of ABBA, if that wasn’t already obvious, veteran Queen’s entire gimmick is based on that of 70’s pop and disco. She’s also by far the happiest person of perhaps the entire WVBA, despite being the lowest ranking champion of all circuits. Some even say that she’d be happy, even if she was THE lowest ranked boxer. That’s because every time she gets in the ring, she’s 17 again. That’s just how happy those Swedes are !