#quad group

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https://vimeo.com/417270500

Be Mine Tonight (2020) [3 min] by Gary Levesque | France

[leahthedreamer]

My hope for next season and leading into the Olympic season is that the ISU somehow revives womens skating cause yes it’s beautiful yes it’s lovely but is it exciting? Ehhhh.

In my personal opinion it’s the discipline that’s stagnated the most post Covid. You can argue that the crown goes to ice dance in that regard but even though the judging is shitty and the ISU insists on ridiculous themes for the rhythm dance we’re still getting quality and creativity through the bouts of corruption.

I just feel like women’s choreography has plateaued, it’s become uninteresting, very little memorable programs. Same elements same ordering same music like it’s becoming a by bland to watch. And my honest wish for the future is to reignite the spark it once had.

[spatio-rift]

some kind of fantasy or royalty au where saikos dad, as per tradition, sends saiko out on a quest to prove himself worthy of inheriting his position. it sounds brave and grand, but it really is nothing more than a simple, completely safe little field trip, because saikos dad could never put his beloved son in danger or even let him face difficulty. only saiko is terribly bad with directions and never bothered to learn what the land hes inheriting even looks like, and the three servants accompanying him are all ridiculously incompetent, so not only do they get lost, but they end up talking to the wrong guy, and by way of saikos dads instructions being somewhat vague and unclear and none of them being all that bright, what was supposed to be a mere errand becomes a deadly epic

[ceruleanmusings]

Big Time Girlfriends - Carlos & Sammi

this isn't one of my favorite episodes but it does have my fav btr song in it! (boyfriend is one of their best, i will die on that hill!) but carlos' plotline always bothered me (james' and logan's plot really bothered me as well but that's another rant post for a different day) so this is what i came up with to make it a little better. enjoy! @witchofinterest @myloveforhergoeson @raging-violets @partiallypearl

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Red, gold, and white lights spun and flashed from nearby attractions, begging passersby to take their shot at winning the large, stuffed prizes hanging off stalls. Beneath the inky black sky wafts of thick, heavy fried-scented air hovered over the milling crowds, luring in kids begging for treats to hold in their sticky hands. Excited shrieks and screams punched through the mechanical whooshes and grinding from nearby thrill rides and attractions, but Sammi blocked all the background noise out. Her eyes remained focused on the basketball hoop in front of her, the tip of her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth.

She eased out a breath, her fingers gripping the small rubber ball. The bumps and grooves pressed into the pads of her fingers; her pulse jumped faintly in her fingertip. You got this; you can do it! Pulling her tongue back into her mouth, her mouth formed a line, her muscles tensed, and she shot the basketball out of her hands with a little hop. It arced through the air…and bounced off the rim.

“Aw, man!” she groaned, her nose wrinkling and her arms falling to the side.

“Close but no cigar,” the stall attendant said, his mustached mouth stretching into a Cheshire cat grin. Sammi’s lip curled in as she suppressed the urge to rip his sharpie-marker mustache off his face. Really, did he have to say it every time she missed the shot? Twenty times was twenty times too much. And that mustache was so outdated! “Come on, try again. I’m sure you’ll get it this time.” He tossed the ball to her. She caught it and tossed it back, shaking her head.

“Thanks, but no thanks.” Besides, she already dropped thirty-five dollars on the dumb game. She couldn’t justify spending any more, no matter how much she wanted that giant stuffed bunny.

“Just try one more. I hate to see pretty girls walk away empty handed.” He flashed a smile, popping the ball atop his finger. With a push, he spun it along the tip. The colors flashed by in a bright smear against the golden tint of the booth’s bulb lights. “Waddya say?” She wanted to say where he could shove that basketball, and it wasn’t going to be through a netted hoop.

Instead she drew herself up, lifted her chin, and held his gaze. "I hate to see desperate guys." He blinked and she lifted her eyebrows, waiting for his one-track mind to switch gears and catch up. She'd said all she needed to say. When it finally did, she smirked as he jerked upright, fumbling the ball in his hands. Brushing her hair over her shoulder, she turned and sauntered off, pausing to add, "By the way, get used to pretty girls walking away from you! That's the only direction they'll be heading!"

Man, did that feel good. Nothing quite beat the exhilaration and satisfaction of putting guys like that in their place. Honestly. She was pretty, she knew that, she made sure others knew that, but that didn't mean she could fold and roll over just because someone else acknowledged it. Where was the effort in men nowadays? Not that she'd give in a chance otherwise, she was already happily taken.

Carlos, however, looked as if his happiness had been taken away from him, judging by the long look on his face anyway. It was a stark one-eighty from the cloud he'd seemed to be riding on for the past couple days. Hands on her popped hips, Sammi glanced around. Where was that Sasha girl anyway? The two were glued at the hip in the van ride over to the fair. It was almost disgusting how much they giggled and batted their eyes at one another. Where was they mystery? Where was the chase? Where was the effort?

"Okay, what's wrong?" Sammi peered down at Carlos from the other side of the picnic table he slouched over. Two corndogs sat in his hands.

"Me and Sasha broke up," he said.

"Sasha and I," Sammi automatically corrected. She couldn't help it. The world would be better if people were on point at all times. Speech couldn't slip through the cracks; annunciation and word choice went a long way when it came to molding people's perception.

Carlos looked up at her, eyebrows furrowing. "You were dating her too?"

Sammi brought her hand up to the side of her head. This boy. Easing a sigh, she carefully sat on the other bench, scooping her skirt beneath her thighs and crossed one leg over the other. The bright lights nearby illuminated her heels as if she were bathed in a spotlight. She grinned. She knew she picked the right shoes; her sisters didn't know what they were talking about when they tried to talk her out of them. She was a 10 at all times, from her head to her feet. Literally. She couldn't afford anything else.

"Why did you break up?" Sammi asked.

"She doesn't like corndogs. Actually, she hates corndogs."

"....So?"

"I love corndogs. We wouldn't work."

Sammi snorted. "Is that the only reason?"

This made Carlos sit up straight, eyes blazing. "Is a big reason!" She hummed. Why couldn't he apply that energy to his dance rehearsals? Or anything not gross?

"So any girl you want to be with has to like corndogs? No matter what?"

"I can't just give them up!" He took a hearty bite out of one as if to prove her point. Her nose wrinkled at his following sigh, showing a glob of chewed hot dog and cornmeal mush. Plucking a napkin out a canister with two fingers, she held it out to him. The least he could do was cover his mouth.

"Why would you have to?" she asked calmly.

"I mean...isn't that the point? To have a girlfriend that likes what I like?"

"The point of a girlfriend is to have someone you like around and to spend time with." Well, there was more to it than that but he was just dipping his toes into the dating water. He'd splash and flail too much if he dove in headfirst. "They don't need to like everything you like." She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. "Jo doesn't like hockey but Kendall's still into her. In fact, I remember all of you clamoring over each other like idiots when Jo moved into the Palm Woods. Would you have dumped her if she chose you because of that?"

Carlos blinked. "I guess."

"Wow," Sammi said following a scoff. "Rude much?"

"I mean...wouldn't it be easier if we liked the same thing?"

"Maybe. But then you wouldn't have anything to talk about. Too much of the same is boring." Carlos made a noise. "Take it from me. My boyfriend's a farmhand. Literally. His family works on a cattle farm, provides meat and produce and stuff. He's very into agriculture and the environment. I'm...not so into it." The mud, the sweat, the smell, the mud? Not her idea of a good time, thank you very much. "But Jay? He puts his heart and soul into it. And he has so much passion for it. He wants to make the world better, more sustainable. I don't get it but I get that it's him and I like him. Warts and all." She paused. Did he have warts? Her mind reeled back, remembering all the expanses of his skin she'd been able to touch. His nice, tanned, strong, smooth skin... She frowned, whipped out her phone, and quickly sent a text. If he had any blemishes she needed him to take care of it right away. "My point is, differences are okay. It makes things fun."

"Yeah but..."

"But what?"

"They make it all look...so easy." He motioned with the bite-size of his corndog to the others nearby. Kendall trying to win Jo a stuffed animal from a skeeball game, Camille dragging Logan by the hand towards some dance game, and James.... Sammi blinked, leaning forward. Why was James carrying a plant? But then she pushed the thought away. She didn't want to touch that one. "They've had girlfriends. Or at least girls interested in them. Especially James. I just don't get it. It's like they know some...some secret code or something."

Sammi's head tipped back as she laughed, good and hard. "Carlos, c'mon, the rest of them aren't that perfect! Kendall's clearly got jealousy issues; honestly, I don't get how Jo's just fine with that but whatever." She waved her hand, batting them away. "And James kissed Logan's girlfriend so he's not winning points there. And Logan's kinda possessive. They don't know what they're doin' either and from my point of view, you're the one comin' out great."

"What do you mean?"

"I saw you runnin' around the Palm Woods with that girl"—she didn't earn the right to be called her name anymore—"she may have been set up by Uncle Gustavo—which I will have a conversation with him about—but you were very sweet and kind and were willing to make a lot of compromises for her happiness. Any girl who actually ends up your girlfriend would be very lucky. Don't sell yourself short."

"Really?" His dark puppy dog eyes almost made her coo at him.

"Yeah." Her shoulders bounced in a light shrug. When he wasn't being so...uncouth, he had some good qualities the right person would appreciate. That Girl certainly wasn't one of them if she could willingly go along with Uncle Gustavo's stupid boy-brained plan.

"Thanks. You know, your boyfriends very lucky."

"I know," she said with a smirk. Then her eyes dropped to the uneaten corndog in his other hand and she took it from him, teeth sinking into the cornmeal in a satisfying bite. "What?" she asked when he gaped at her. "I love corndogs." Holding her hand in front of her mouth as she chewed, she continued, "You should try the korean kind though. Some have cheese in them and some have cereal coating. They're super good. "

He snapped his jaw shut and twisted the stick of his corndog around in his fingers. "Do you...um...I mean, if you weren't dating him...do you think we...would you have—?"

Reaching across the table, Sammi patted his hand. "You wouldn't be able to handle me, Carlos," she said.

He grinned. "Yeah, maybe not."

[voxmilia]

Been thinking about this for a while, bc I'm. Struggling in general but also creatively

So if you send me pairings from any of my fandoms (d20, mash, fire emblem, newsies, or even older fandoms iykyk) and a one word prompt, I'll write a 10 line flash fic (maybe up to 15 if I wanna do dialogue only)

[morphlingunderscore]

fbic title: "when they come to eat my mind, i'm yours"

when they come to eat my mind, i'm yours - Rassel gets sloshed trying to match Eli drink for drink.

Eli had warned them at the beginning that their tolerance for alcohol was way higher than most peoples, but Rassel had taken that for a challenge, or a boast maybe. Now, splayed across the cool floor in the basement to make the room spin a little less, glaring up at a still-steady Eli, they're realizing that it was. Probably an earnest warning. "whyyy'd you let me do thisssss..." Rassel moans, clawing the floor to give their swimming brain something to focus on. Eli laughs, unapologetic in the face of their misery. "I didn't let you do anything," they snort, kneeling to sit beside them. The bottle of mead in their hand is almost empty, but they don't so much as wobble on the way down. Even sitting, they still tower over them, flattened as they are. Evil. "I told you you'd get sick if you tried t' match me, and you said 'no I won't, watch me!' And then you got sick." "m'... not sick yet," Rassel huffs petulantly, propping their head up on their forearm, which feels burning against their cheek compared to the floor. They eye their phoenix closely, more overtly than they probably would sober. "Just... dizzy. You- hic -haven't won yet!" Eli snickers, smug and smiling at their misfortune. They lean over and plop one hand on Rassel's forehead, like they're taking their temperature, and Rassel leans into the touch like a starved animal. Eli's laughter is fonder, after that. "Maybe," they concede, before adding cheekily with one last pat, "But you definitely lost, Thaumaturge." "Hah!" The bark of laughter sneaks out of them without their permission. Stomach beginning to settle, they roll over onto their side proper, stretching out their legs, ears flapping lazily. Now that the nausea is beginning to pass, they're feeling pretty nice. Probably won't be in the morning, though. "Y'know, I like that." The few seconds it takes for Eli to cock their head at them quizzically is just enough time for Rassel to realize they said that aloud. Their cheeks burn, no thanks to the alcohol. "Like what?" "Ffff. You know," Rassel tries to deflect vaguely, but all it takes is one raised brow from Eli before they cave. "Th' nickname. I... like that you call me it. No one else does." Nobody else would have reason to, the more rational, brian-flavored side of their head points out. That was the first name Eli knew them by. Everyone else knew them as Rassel first. Of course nobody else would. But... they don't particularly mind that nobody else does. Their addled mind struggles to put it into words. If Eli means to interject, they don't notice, so inwardly-focused. "It's like... man, I dunno. It's a good name. Not just- I'm not tootin' my own horn for comin' up with it or anything! But it's-- it's cool. It's cool, and so was being that. And so was fighting you." Their eyes drift lazily to Eli's face, which is scrunched up into some sort of Expression they're unable to parse. The bottle is empty, now. "I like that- that you call me that. N' I like knowing you as Phoenix. 's like... a cool thing just for us. Does that make sense...?" Eli coughs, face shifting, and Rassel recognizes the warmth there, as well as probably embarrassment. Probably 'cause Rassel's being a drunk idiot. "I get it," they finally say, shifting to lay their hand on Rassel's head again-- or, more shoving it. They're unceremoniously shoved onto their back by the movement, letting out a quiet oof. "You still shouldn't've drank this much. You know you're gonna hate yourself in the morning, bud." "Eh," Rassel shrugs, scrunching up their shirt with the motion. "I don' mind. I like hanging with you." "...I like hanging with you too, Ras," Eli murmurs, and Rassel smiles. Funny enough, they like the sound of that, too.

[placesyoucallhome]

🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know?

hmmm, this is a difficult one...

Ruhka is the one that has rp contacts currently, and I can see several of them (well, just about all that aren't in a relationship already actually, and not necessarily individually either) being in that category. The problem? He absolutely wouldn't. He knows himself enough that sex invariably leads to romantic feelings for him, it's not something he can stop. He can't have a friends with benefits situation or casual partners, and even just one night that no one else knows about is going to leave him in an emotionally precarious state. So the answer is 'no one' for him, but that doesn't mean he won't be a mopey and sad brat about it like the useless catte he is.

Canum, similarly, is a strict 'no' on all fronts, he doesn't see the appeal.

The rest? Yeah probably would, should they meet certain people. Tristan wouldn't need it to be secret actually, he doesn't care. Nemo would likely think it's the only intimacy he's going to get, but would doubt anyone would agree to get close enough to him, old burn scars leave a very off-putting texture. Yvet honestly wouldn't care much about anyone knowing either, but he would be fairly happy to join in on someone's fun, he doesn't really want to get in the middle of a couple... unless they're both inviting him.

[bbibbirose]

heard the strangest story

[encrypted-cryptid]

hello gamers, me and my friends horrible group oc's are competing in a tourney right over here! go check it out to see other peoples cool ocs too :]

[lowcallyfruity]

Whenever I see Kalim and Octotrio fanart i cry tears of joy

[austerlitzborodinoleipzig]

Thinking about how Matteo if he had only one quad in his SP could have fought for the gold.

[ink-asunder]

A lot of the 1 star reviews at Sonora are about being scolded for covid masking and uh. It just kind of occurred to me that the guy didnt even say hello, he just. Immediately put his hands together and went "yeah the dogs (other ppls dogs; I didnt have any) and the cane definitely can't go in." Like howdy do mister fucker?? The fuck??

[mint-mumbles]

Who’s ready for a new Tumblr holiday! 🥳

Upon hearing that their CW uncle, Dean Winchester, actually told Castiel he loved him back, the Riverdale gang (Archie, Betty, Jughead, and Veronica) decided to become a polycule. India celebrated by doing everything in their power to finally reach the moon, and succeeded!

Not everyone was happy, however. Upon hearing the news, the head of the Wagner group blamed Putin for the Riverdale polycule and tried to kill him, but Russian soldiers got to him first. In retaliation, pro-Baronihead shippers shot down the plane that the Wagner leader was on (most likely post mortem, not confirmed, but I think we all know what really happened…)

Donald heard about what happened, and assuming the worst about his boyfriend, Vladimir Putin, Trump turned himself in during a moment of weakness and grief.

Germany, on the other hand, was just glad that the plane shot down wasn’t on their territory, and to make sure that anti-Baronihead shippers wouldn’t harass people, they made citizenship laws more lenient as Germany as a whole is, in fact, pro-Baronihead. Therefore, the Baronihead shippers would be protected from any and all harm

What a crazy world we live in 😌

[goldensunset]

how’s it only wednesday and it’s already been the longest toughest week in existence

[cloudbattrolls]

“Every single person decided to ignore the ashen quadrant”

well you don’t fucking speak for me, I love ashen

[ajgrey9647]

OTP questions: Quad Life timeline; Jason/Tommy/Red/Drakkon

Who gets sick more often? Does one of them avoid affection? Who apologizes first after a fight? Who uses the other’s shampoo?

Ohhh this will be fun. I LOVE talking about my baby boys! I feel like I word vomit them in my stories but I just adore them...

Let's see:

Who gets sick more often?

I'm going to go with Jason. As seen in Sunshine in the Storm Part 1 and Part 2 and Couple Stubborn Asses, he gets himself into some SHIT being boneheaded and having a bit of a temper. Rushes in and sometimes gets his ass handed to him. Definitely not one to take it easy or rest. He could probably avoid a lot of illness just by doing that.

Drakkon and Red probably not as much due to their time in the dystopian Coinless world with its crazy microbes and hardships. Plus Red still maintains his fighter's diet and exercise regime because its comforting to him. Drakkon's eased up some and kicks back with Mountain Dew and snacks and tv a little bit. He's still paranoid about being weak and vulnerable.

Does one of them avoid affection?

Drakkon. He doesn't necessarily avoid it per se. He doesn't understand it and it feels odd because it was never shown to him as a child. Unless someone wanted something. It was a commodity: love. In the beginning of the relationship, he might dodge it, but over time as he learns to trust and be vulnerable, he'll allow it. He's like a mangy alley cat that's been mistreated.

I think with Red though he's more open to it due to their long deeply entwined and intimate history. Jason is easier. Tommy is the hardest because all of his issues with HIMSELF at the core of things. I think that comes up in Going to the Chapel Chapter 1 where he admits to Tommy he's learning to trust him. I mean he has some type of affection towards him (just not sexual like with Red and Jason) later on. Initially, in the start of the relationship Drakkon and Tommy bicker and insult and instigate each other.

Who apologizes first after a fight?

First answer to pop up is Red. He is desperate to smooth fights and situations after decades spent fighting for sport, killing on command for Drakkon, and being so crazed and violent, he can't take a lot of harsh words and feelings. Poor guy is trying. And he's learning to not just apologize to end a fight if the other is in the wrong for the sake of ending it. Tommy worries about him using safe words and sticking up for himself; he doesn't want him to get walked on or feel unable to voice his thoughts, feelings, and opinions.

Who uses the other's shampoo?

LOL this is an easy one. Drakkon and Tommy both mix and match Jason's and Red's. They both love the scent of their bodies; its like catnip. They have scent kinks.

Drakkon is very vain over what little hair he has left and secretly is stressed over the bald side. His shampoos and all his other hair care products are probably expensive as fuck and locked up so they don't see how much he actually has. Besides Red since Red used to help him by shampooing, conditioning, and drying his hair and combing it with oils etc. So the amount wouldn't be shocking to Red.

But Tommy would definitely tease him mercilessly about it.