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toastedbuckwheat · 5 years ago

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Inktober 2019 - day 16

Self portrait, because it was an important day.

Had my first appointment with the gender doctor!!

It wouldn’t have happened (or certainly not so quickly) without your contributions and support. Thank you so much. You guys are a blessing and I never expected so much help!

It means now I can finally do my *first transition update*

My hair was a bit more presentable than pictured above when I got to the touristy heart of London and sat in the (surprisingly posh, my mind of a poor art graduate was blown) waiting room to have my first consultation. If you wanna know which doctor did I go to or know more, please drop me a message; I just somehow don’t feel comfortable operating with names of respected medical professionals so openly on my fanart blog. I don’t think I need to describe how nervous I was - today had a potential to either be the best day of my life (in unlikely circumstances of getting hormones prescribed there and then) or at least a step towards a better life, finally.

It was both slightly difficult and very relieving, that meeting. Mostly her trying to get to know me, asking loads of general questions rather than doing a dry box ticking exercise that I expected in that situation. Taking her time. I was surprised when she mentioned she had concerns about me reaching out to her for testosterone and not making the top surgery my first step, seeing that I identified as non-binary (the exact opposite of how the public gender clinic approaches the situation!) - and that she had not had good outcomes who took that route. I think it got clarified when I mentioned that a desire to have a surgery first was the original reason why I contacted the GIC (Gender Identity Clinic - the public one) two years ago, and while waiting to be seen by them (as I ranted before, it currently takes 2 years to get to a first assessment) I realised that there were other things that affect how I feel about myself on a daily basis- such as my voice, the fact that I do not pass if I wear anything remotely feminine etc - I basically decided that I did in fact need hormones, and it would be a long route to even get a smell of it through the strained National Health Services. It is worth mentioning that she is respectful of the non-binary identity and attempt not to make it more difficult (the GIC do, apparently?), however - how I understood it at least - she tried to exercise pushing me into binary for the sake of finding out whether hormones are what I really want, because of course taking it wouldn’t really leave me ‘in between’ and whether we want it or not, people do immediately categorise us as male or female. Her take was that being on testosterone, after certain point at least, would push me the other side, so she wanted to find out whether I would for instance be comfortable if people suddenly started calling me ‘he’. I of course exclaimed something along the lines of ‘hell yes??? i would be comfortable, please may I be a he???’, but I understand the concern. It wasn’t in a ‘you briefly mentioned you could describe your gender as enby, I will now deny you HRT’ way, not at all. It felt more profound and caring.

One thing that made me very nervous is the fact that she wanted me to change my name by deed poll. Now, I would have done it long time ago had I known it was legal for me to do! But I am not a British citizen yet, so changing my name and all British documents would result in a conflict with my Polish passport. Which I wish I could change, but as there’s no other way to have your sex reassigned in Poland but by taking your own parents to court (which in my case also requires a lawyer to represent my deceased father whom I never met) over mistakenly assigning you the wrong sex at birth or however else should I formulate this bullshit of a law - I can’t do it just right now. Yes, you don’t just go there and tell them you’re trans - you sue your own parents, despite being a grown up - and technically parents could make it difficult fot you. I don’t think I’m strong enough or have enough money to fly back and forth to a hostile country that treated me so badly just to follow this process. But if I do change my name in the UK now, this will have to be done asap. And the doctor, who said she’s advised that to multiple foreigners living here - says it will actually be required by the GIC as an important milestone in living in a desired gender role (screw that, I’ve been living in one for years, I just wanna be legal and use my passport, and Brexit is coming!!!)

Meanwhile, after 22 months of a wait about which I rambled multiple times, the GIC suddenly texted (!) me on Friday asking me to contact them asap cuz they might have a short notice appointment for me. I was at work til late, so I called them on Monday morning, just to discovered that the slot had been snatched. I was not particularly surprised by it. But then I got another call in the afternoon informing me that they had one more appointment available, but it was going to be this Thursday. That is, in a few hours from the moment I am writing it. I am shocked that I will finally be seen - surely no chance for hormones/surgery recommendation right now, and the next appointment won’t be in a year knowing how things work, but at least something!

So that’s it - congratulations if you’ve gotten to the end of it! I hope things progress soon; I am nervous AF but at least the ball is rolling now.

I still do accept any donations from kind ppl who wish to buy me a virtual coffee - there’s a secret drawing of Aziraphale in the updates section that should be revealed upon making a contribution! Again, thanks to all of you who made things possible so I had something to write this long post about!!

and as always thanks to my dearest @mimimarilynart who is always here for me and somehow hasn’t died from listening to my rants yet. Thank you for being so supportive all the time <3

#transition update #inktober 2019 #inktober #self portrait #personal #rl #my illustrations #doodles #transgender #transitioning in the uk #art #digital colouring #non fandom #toastedbuckwheat

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theoriginalmysteryincorporated · 6 years ago

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@askweisswolf asked for trying pet names for the first time, and idk why but all i could think of was scorpia helping catra come up with dumb pickup lines

so here is a kinda coffeeshop au (i think the first or second time in my life i’ve ever written this kind of au). the characters are all the same (ears/tails/claws, etc) but it’s a coffeeshop au cuz why not

scorpia, entrapta, and catra all work together and it’s gr8

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

“How about ‘I ador-a you?’” Scorpia clapped her claws together, a big smile breaking like the sun across her face. “She’s gotta love that! It’s her name!”

“Masterful,” Catra murmured dryly as she penned it out on the back of an old receipt. It took some thought to get the lettering just right, but it definitely looked just as stupid as it sounded.

Catra scowled and crumpled the letter. Looking at that on a page made her want to barf.

The paper ball landed in a bin of fifteen other failures.

“This is stupid. I don’t even know if she likes me.”

Entrapta poked her head out from underneath the counter. “Actually, considering all the variables in play, her behavior so far makes no sense unless we assume she likes you.”

Catra’s heart jumped. “Yeah? And what makes you so sure?” The last person she needed to get dating advice from was the girl in love with her roomba, but desperate times and all that.

“Isn’t it obvious? She only orders coffee when you’re the one free, and I know this because I’ve watched her wait fifteen minutes in rush hour once just for you, even though she was definitely late to class for that. And she’s laughed at all of your drawings, and personally complimented you on the last four. Statistically, I think the odds are in your favor. Most of what you drew wasn’t actually that funny.” She ducked down again, fiddling with the clogged sink drain.

Catra dragged her hands down her face.

“Aww, buddy.” Scorpia clapped her on the back. “I thought all your doodles were beautiful.”

Catra batted her arm away. “Just give me a second to think.”

“Alright, alright. Take all the time you need, I’ve got you covered.”

Catra snatched a handful of old receipts and headed for an empty corner table. Her heart was racing too loud to even hear the words in the dumb holiday music the cafe insisted on playing. The clock was ticking down the seconds. Adora would be in for her last cup of coffee before the holiday break, and then her chances would be over, and she’d have to wait for the new semester.

Ugh.

“Any luck?”

“Leave me alone, Scorpia,” she said through gritted teeth. Even with her eyes shut, she could feel her friend looming over her, watching. What she was watching for, exactly, was unclear, so far. Her pen hadn’t moved since she’d sat down.

“Okay. Just thought you should know, I see her walking down the street. No pressure, though.” She put a pastry down for Catra, apparently oblivious to the panic those words drove into Catra’s chest.

She swallowed, and picked up her pen, writing furiously.

The bell at the front of the store chimed.

Adora walked in, shaking out the drops of snow settled in her hair like morning dew or stardust. The tip of her nose was bright red like her ears, which her fur-lined red coat had been powerless to protect from the winds outside.

Catra suddenly wanted nothing more than to sink into the floor and disappear forever. She crumpled up her latest attempt at flirtation and stuffed it in her pocket.

Adora smiled at her when she made her way around the counter. “Hey, Adora.”

“Catra! Well, I timed this poorly. Did you just get off break?”

She nodded, rolled her shoulders. “Your usual?”

“Actually, hotshot, I’d kind of hoped to get some hot chocolate. With you.”

Catra blinked. Then laughed. “Really? You’re asking me on a coffee date?”

Adora flushed, taking a step back. “W-Well, I-I only meant if you had time, and wanted to…”

Catra felt a smack across the back of her calf from Entrapta. Well, this was going great, wasn’t it?

“Sorry,” she said, leaning forward over the cash register. “Just kind of the worst date idea like, ever. Aren’t you supposed to be like, a brainiac or something, Miss College Degree?”

Adora crossed her arms over her chest. “Is...that a no, then?”

“No, no. Just makes me feel less embarrassed about the hundred different ways I’ve thought about asking you out myself today.”

That admission emboldened Adora. “Oh, really? Perhaps you can share some of them over this terrible coffee date.”

Catra offered a fanged smile in return. “Scorpia?”

“Yes?”

“Two hot chocolates, please. I’m taking my break now.”

Her ears flicked at Scorpia’s squeak of delight. Then she deftly swung under the counter, and popped up at Adora’s side. “On me,” she whispered, tail flicking Adora’s cheek.

#catradora #catra #adora #spop #she ra #shera #scorpia #entrapta #my writing

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soul-music-is-life · 6 years ago

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I have an emison prompt: Alsion and emily finding out they are having a boy the second time around Alison is pregnant. And they have a bet on what they are having.

I’m really not a big “holiday” person. But I do take stock of what I’m thankful for this time of year, and I’m more than thankful for my fans (it feels weird calling you ‘fans’ when I consider you friends). You have legitimately occupied my mind enough with the PLL/Emison stuff to where the loss of my mother isn’t constantly in the forefront of my mind so much that it makes me want to pull some “Thelma and Louise” cliff-dive. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Enjoy. Had to add a “read more” link cuz I prattle.

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Emily’s eyes were closed in concentration. She delicatelymassaged her fingers against her wife’s exposed skin. Alison reached down andtucked her fingers underneath Emily’s chin, drawing her wife’s attention awayfrom her little protruding baby bump and up to her face.

Alison couldn’t help but smile at Emily’s dedication tomaking sure her pregnancy was as stress-free and relaxing as possible. That’show they’d ended up snuggled on the couch, Emily talking to their growing littleone. Emily had become very enamored in her conversation with their unborn babywhile she was trying to determine the sex. Emily rubbed her palm over Alison’sbelly and focused in on it in deep concentration.

“It’sa baby, Em. Not a magic 8-ball.” Alison laughed.

“Iknow.” Emily rubbed her belly again with a smile. She pressed her lips againstAlison’s exposed skin right below the midriff on her shirt. “Talk to me, littlenugget.”

“Again,a baby. Not gonna talk…” She was cut off when she felt movement, a kick.

Emilysmiled and looked up at Alison.

“Youwere saying?”

“Thatwas just a coincidence.”

“Oh,really?” Emily lifted her brow. “Kick your mommy’s bladder if you can hear me.”

“That’snot funny, Emily. I already practically pee myself every fifteen minutes as itis…”

“Sheloves you despite her complaining.” Emily assured the little fetus.

Alisonfelt movement, a reaction to Emily’s voice. Alison couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay,real important question here, peanut.” Emily spoke soothingly. “No pressure.”

“Youare ridiculous.” Alison laughed.

“Maybe.But my methods work. I have a sixth sense for this.”

“Ifthat’s true why didn’t you know we were having twins the last time?” Shemotioned to their twelve-year-old girls sitting across the living room playinga video game.

“Shh,I’m doing important work here.” Emily shushed her jokingly. “Okay, baby.” Emilyaddressed Alison’s stomach again. “Now, are you a little girl…”

Shewaited a few seconds. No motion. No movement. No kick.

“So,you’re a baby boy, then?”

Unbelievably,there was a kick.

“Fool-proofFields method.” Emily nodded. “My dad did it when my mom was pregnant with me,and he was right. So I’m casting my ballot. My vote is baby boy.” Emilygrinned, rubbing Alison’s stomach. “My little man.”

“God,if he is a boy he’s totally screwed. As if his mommies aren’t hormonal enough,he’s going to have to contend with two moody teenage sisters.”

“Youguys know we can hear you, right?” Grace looked up from the TV, a video gamecontroller in her hand.

“Ha!Suck it, Grace!” Lily took the opportunity to edge Grace out of the game theywere playing.

“Hey,no fair. I paused it for a reason…”

“Yeah,because you’re a sucker.” Lily grinned.

“Moms,she’s being mean to me…”

“She’sgloating. There’s a difference.” Emily shrugged.

“Punishher for gloating.” Grace demanded.

“Notmy fault that you can’t beat me.”

Grace’scheeks flushed red in anger. It wasn’t uncommon for them to fight every day,sometimes three to four times a day, about who was better at what. Grace hated to lose. When she was a toddlershe’d throw tantrums. Lily had beat her at Candyland once and Grace had yankedon her hair and stabbed her with a game piece. Everything was a competitionwith the two of them.

“Payup, loser.” Lily flipped her hand over, palm up. She gestured slightly with herfingers curling towards her body.

Gracelooked at her mothers and then at her sister, an idea suddenly coming to mind.She’d heard all the adults talking about whether her moms were going to be having aboy or a girl. They had even taken it as far as placing bets on it. Gracedecided she wanted in on the action.

“Howabout another game?” Grace asked.

“Comeon, I’ve already beat you three times. You really want to keep embarrassingyourself?”

“No. A different one. And the odds are 50-50. Gives us both a fair shot. But it’s along game.”

“I’mlistening.” Lily was intrigued.

“Soyou’re in?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.Let’s take this pot and add a buy in of ten bucks for the new game. Fixed odds.Double or nothing,” Grace said.

“Whothe hell taught you gambling terms?” Alison frowned.

Grace’sand Lily’s eyes both flickered towards Emily. Emily glared back at them forthrowing her under the bus.

“Didyou teach our children to gamble?” Alison exclaimed.

“Teach is kind of a strong word. They may have stayed up late with me and thegirls for a few poker nights.”

Alison’sjaw dropped, but it had nothing to do with teaching their children how togamble. She was upset for another reason.

“Youplay poker without me?”

“Baby,you know I love you, but you give away too much with your tells.”

Themost ironic thing about Alison being one of the biggest liars in Rosewood whenshe was a kid was the fact that now that she was grown, she couldn’t bluff forshit anymore, especially not when shewas pregnant and emotional.

“Thatshouldn’t matter.” Alison sulked. “We’re supposed to be in this marriagetogether. Through better or worse, through wins and losses…”

“Iwon two grand the last time I played without you.” Emily interrupted her.

“Shuttingup.” Alison nodded.

“So,girls, you want in on the action of the baby pool?” Emily smiled at her twins.

Theywere just as mischievous and devious as she and Alison had been when they wereyounger.

“Yeah.” They replied in sync.

“Idunno. What do you think, Alison?” Emily asked with a teasing smile on herface.

“Ithink I gave birth to two suckers and it’s mean to let them practically give ustheir money.” Alison joked. “But they’ve got to learn somehow. Better at homethan at the tracks.”

“Soyou’ll let us play?” Lily smiled in excitement.

Emilynodded.

“Thereare three polls going, but only two big ones. The first is whether it’s a boyor a girl. And the second is the day you think your mom is going to givebirth.”

“What’sthe third one?” Grace asked curiously.

Emilylooked at Alison in amusement. Alison glared at her, warning her not to tellthe girls.

“Howmany times your mother swears in the delivery room.”

“Ohhh,I definitely want in on that one. Ifit’s anything like her road rage, I could clean up with my winnings of thatone.” Lily smiled.

“You’regrounded until you’re thirty-five.” Alison scowled at her eldest daughter.

After a few seconds a smile spread across her face and the two of them laughed.

Lilystood up and walked over to her moms. She looked over Alison’s stomach as if itwas a difficult word problem that needed to be solved. She flipped her tonguein between her teeth and tried to decide. Ever the scientist, she was lookingfor any factor that could steer her in the right direction. Also, gambling withher sister was serious business. She hadto win.

“Whenyou were pregnant with us did your belly stick up or hang low?”

Alisonlooked at Emily, and though she couldn’t say what she was thinking, Emily pickedup on her train of thought,

She makes it sound like adick.

Thenagain, maybe that was the point. Maybe it was part of her scientific process.Or maybe her mommies just had filthy minds.

“Icarried mostly in the middle with you girls. I started showing pretty early,but then again there were two of you.”

“AuntHanna suggested that it’s going to be twins again.” Grace smirked.

“You’renot allowed to hang out with your Aunt Hanna anymore,” Alison said dryly.

Godhelp them if they ended up with another set of twins. They loved Lily andGrace, but they couldn’t do two babies again. Not on top of the surly kids theyalready had.

Lilytook her mom’s answer into account and then her face tightened inconcentration. She looked a lot like Emily when she was trying to mentally worksomething out.

“Whatkind of cravings did you get with us?” Lily glanced at their half-eaten dinneron the coffee table.

“Sweet.Always sweet. I ate entire box of chocolates on Halloween.” Then she’d promptlypuked. “I also had a thing for dill pickle chips.”

“Yeah,and always at like two in the morning.” Emily scoffed.

“Soyou’re the reason I love pickles.” Grace nodded.

“Werethere any smells that made you nauseous?” Lily asked.

“Coffee.”

“Sobasically you couldn’t hang out with Aunt Spencer at all.” Lily laughed.“Anything else?”

“Pineneedles.”

“Oh,yeah.” Emily nodded. “Christmas was hell for you.”

Alisonhad insisted on letting Emily decorate a real tree even though it made her sickto her stomach. She knew how much Emily loved Christmas.

“Wasthere anything…”

“ForGod’s sake, Lily, just bet already!” Grace exclaimed impatiently.

Lilylooked at Grace with a snooty expression.

“Ithink mom is right.” Lily looked at Emily. “I think it’s a boy.”

“Andhow did you scientifically concludethat?” Grace snorted.

“Simple.”She walked over to her sister and plopped down next to her with a smile. “Momis always right.”

Emilygrinned. Alison hit her for gloating.

“Well,I think it’s a girl.” Grace disagreed.

“Why?”

“Idon’t have to tell you my methods.”

“You’rejust saying it’s a girl because I think it’s a boy.”

“No,I’m agreeing with mom.” She pointed to Alison. “She said the other day that thebaby was bitching at her. Girls dothat.”

“Youcurse in front of our children?” Emily looked at Alison with a smile on herface. “And you give me crap for letting them play poker.”

“Ah ha! You do let them play!” Alison pointed an accusatory finger at Emily.

Emily reached over and pinched Alison’s side where shewas ticklish and she almost leaped off of the couch. Alison glared at her, butthen laughed. Grace and Lily glanced at one another and rolled their eyes,because their moms were like so totally ridiculously mushy.

They went back to trash talking one another over their video game whileEmily and Alison watched. They didn’t have much else to do but wait. Becausethe new game they were playing was a long game. They had another three weeksbefore they knew whether they were going to have a baby brother or a babysister.

#Pretty Little Liars #Emison #Emily Fields #Alison DiLaurentis #PLL #Emisom prompt

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ptitdrogo · 6 years ago

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In the mind of a “Top Tier” Protoss player

Hey guys, PtitDrogo here, after reading a really amazing post tournament write up by one of my favorite Magic player ( https://twitter.com/lsv/status/1105124626429079552 , seriously, if you’re even slighty into magic go read this) I felt like it would be kind of cool to write down how the past month went for me in term of strategy preparation for the last few tournaments I played, mainly focusing on wesg and WCS ro8.

You win some you lose some

To set the tone, before wesg I was of two minds about my play, I managed to qualify for the ro8 of WCS after beating Mana and Namshar, but I got seriously owned by Bly and Nerchio at IEM, not taking a single map and going home with 0 dollars.

It’s still honestly a little bit confusing to me, the same confidence in my ability to play a defensive style against mana completely failed against bly, and my faith in my timings that worked great against namshar just got dismantled by nerchio. I could go on longer about this but sometimes you just don’t play well, and I’ve learned that dwelling on it is the worst thing you can do.

All eyes on Spaghetti boy

Looking at the groups of WESG, a top 1 finish in my group would give me a good shot of having a “beatable” opponent in the bracket, and winning that match would mean winning 5k, so it was my objective coming into the event.

The man to beat being obviously reynor, who previously kind of walked on me in the last group stage of wcs, I had a couple of ideas in mind and also discovered some new cool stuff beforehand.

I now knew that he actually really liked hydralisk midgame, and I actually really liked it, what was once the bane of my existense is now a pretty manageable opening in my opinion since the hydralisk got quite a bit weaker, you really don’t have to play scared and can even pressure yourself.

I was practicing some kind of 3 base high eco Chargelot archon pressure and having so-so success with it, I kind of wasn’t sure if I wanted to go for it, but without a better idea that’s what I was gonna go for.

“Wow, he actually does open hydralisk every game”.

There’s a bit of a difference between telling yourself something and seeing it for yourself. After watching Probe vs Reynor It really hit my that reynor was playing hydralisks not only on big maps but on everymap, add to that a tendency to add some zerglings to deny the third, and 15 minutes before the start of my match I’m changing strategy without practicing it.

EDIT: Watching the vod of the Bo3, I actually was completely wrong, lol, I looked at the game at the only time he made some hydralisks, to secure a game already won by a roach nydus, and the other game was just a ling queen nydus, I guess I saw what I wanted to see !

“The Yoloswag build”

It’s honestly such a terrible build, it’s not a particulary strong push, and it relies on your opponent not going roachs and REALLY thinking you’re going for a macro while also being a little bit of a bad player for not using your prism.

This is just an 8 gate that wants to cancel its third base in the first place to being able to afford 8 gateways production in the first place, the idea is you poke with 2 archon, run away from the queen, cancel your third because of the nasty zerglings, and while you pretend to being completely owned you warp more archons and zealot in a corner and you go kill the guy, a classic really, and I knew it would be very effective againt lings into hydras, sometimes last minute change of plans do work, color me surprised.

“Oh no you canceled my third dang it”

“Nothing going on over here”

“The 420 Blazing it DT drop”

This one has kind of a funny backstory to it, I was practicing with a zerg for IEM, and he really wanted me to play DT drop because he thought his opponent would do it for sure.

“Alright, but I really think it’s shit” is what I said.

2 hours later and a LOT of wins later, I had to concede that it was pretty good, to quote my practice partner “your Dts being 7 seconds faster is actually a pretty big problem”.

Sometimes you’re very wrong about what is good. Here’s the thing tho, I didn’t have time to check a vod to do the build, so I went by memory, old memories of 2017 in fact, and the way I remembered it you would have to cut a lot of workers and do a lot of little adjustements to get a very fast DT drop going even if it meant sacrificing some economy.

Turn out not a lot of protosses were doing it. The end result was 4 Dts being warped at 4:23, and most games they would just kill the third hatch. So I was feeling pretty confident it would work.

In my game against reynor I warped my Dts at 4:21.

They killed the third hatch.

I was honestly so confused as to why or how I managed to have a better timing than in the game I was practicing against the ia, but hey I’m not complaining.

Later Reynor told me he didn’t know Dts could come this fast, and the 4:20 DT drop kind of became a meme among players for the rest of the tournament, I haven’t warped exactly 4 Dts at 4:20 yet, but hey maybe next wcs I’ll do it without meaning to !

So I ended up with a very pretty to look at 10-0 score, wasn’t easy of course, Iasonu and Probe were two players I was also scared of but I thought that playing standard was my best bet and indeed it was, also almost lost a game to PsiArc where I was very behind in economy but managed to attack right before his bunker finished, sometime lucky.

There is no way the Germans can cross the Maginot Line

My opponent for the ro16 was Lambo, not a bad draw but not the best, I was confident I could win tho, and the new variation I was trying out in practice were going great, I had a great plan for the best of 5 and a build for every single maps.

All of that preparation came crashing down with a pretty swift 3-0 LOL.

Game 1 was death by 12 pool, Cuz here’s the thing, to get a 4:20 DT drop, you can’t probe scout, little guy needs to work overtime ! I actually was mainly hoping he wouldn’t have the balls to 12 pool game 1 and I was going to scout after core anyway, whats the worse that could happen?

Game 2 was a very good game until it all came crashing down, I actually very like this double stalker opening poke, I was practicing against a zerg and made 2 stalkers by mistake on this map, and the overlord that usually always manage to run away died this time, and the very confusing double stalker oracle move out forced quite a lot of lings. So I decided to run with it in the tournament

When I was trying to explain it to the other protoss as a “great opening that looks very confusing to the zerg but doesn’t actually do anything” they were unconvinced; Haters; when it becomes the norm in 2020 don’t forget about me.

In the actual game the 2 stalkers squad worked great, I actually even killed an overlord at his base ahahah. I was in a VERY strong position in the midgame, and thought there was no way I could lose.

Well, nydus happened, no warpin available, no recall, an awkward attempt at a basetrade and a very long death animation trying to rebuild my templar tech to spend my gas bank later, It’s 2-0.

“Money in the bank pimping ain’t easy”

Game 3 was just a standart 2 base nydus that if I was a few second faster to recall my oracle or if I wasn’t supply blocked on 53/54 to then warp one more stalker I would have won, oh well, sometime it’s just not going your way.

“The correct play here is to go alt tab and go complain on Bnet forums”

It was obviously very annoying to lose one step short of making 5k, but there was a silver lining to losing to hard and so quickly to cheese.

All of my preparation could still be used for WCS.

An FFA would pretty much have been the same right ?

The big Round robin was here, and good god is it spooky. All of the players there are good and even if 6 players out 8 makes it it is very very scary.

My goal coming into the group was to barely make it, “maybe 2 wins is enough to squeeze in” is what I thought.

The first thing that is interesting to note is that I got pretty lucky in the order of my matchs, my 4 first matchs were all PvZ, then on day 2 I got the two PvP and the PvT.

That made practice fairly easy and nobody was able to prepare for me for day 2 as I didn’t have any of the same match-ups.

“You lose some…

Against Serral, I had a pretty good first game to be honest, even tho I didn’t do flashy damage with the DT drop I still kept the pressure with the archons and was in what I thought a pretty good situation with the army I wanted.

Here’s the thing tho, Serral is annoying, like VERY annoying with his mutalisks, so before moving out for a strong attack I overmade defensive structures by quite a bit (3 canons in natural mineral line lololol) because I felt like I could afford it. So when I pushed, as you might expect it, broodlords were already out, and even if it might not be a well known fact in the community yet, Lategame PvZ is pretty unwinnable, at least against serral, gg.

Game 2 was just an embarrassing game of me messing up my build order and losing my prism to 6 queens to then die to mutalisks and roachs. Not the most interesting of games and the kind of showing you really don’t wanna produce but it sadly happens too many times.

“Queens defend everything reeeeeee”

Against Reynor I’m actually blaming the first game loss directly onto serral. I actually very efficiently dealt with the mutalisks while teching to storm extremely fast (more on that later) and was in a very decent position. But I subconsciously felt like I needed to attack much faster than I actually had to because of the previous game (Check the Hive Drogo !! Scouting is allowed reeee) And just made the game extremely easy to play for reynor with a reckless attack.

The second game was just a meme, another case of 12 pool, but this time even tho I scout it very late I pull all of my probes and take a very efficient fight against the zerglings, and at this exact moment I am in a very good position.

The correct play was to make a stargate in the wall and just move out with the adept and leave the zealot home.

I didn’t finish the wall and moved out with 2 units, Reynor did a runby with some more lings and I had to go home.

I then proceed to not finish the wall and moved out with 3 units, Reynor did a runby with some more lings and I had to go home.

I then proceed to move out with 2 adepts leaving 2 at home, Reynor did a runby with some more lings and I had to recall home

I then proceed to try to finish the wall but Reynor did a runby with a LOT of zerglings and I had to gg back to the lobby.

This is the kind of game where you just feel very stupid, I like to call these games failing an IQ test, because thats what they truly are.

… You win some”

This is where I finally get the talk strategy, because there’s kind of of prerequisite to win games to be able to brag about how great of a strategical mastermind you are.

“The triple triple”

After all the hype about the 420 DT drop, the first thing I obviously was looking for was a build that would look like a DT drop, but was actually a complete blind counter to the usual DT drop response from most zergs.

Thus came to life the triple triple, 3 gate, 3 oracles, warp twice (not 3 times rip symmetry ) and then you just go for it. The gas timing is very similar, only one adept and stalker are produced by the gateway, you have a proxy pylon from your main that can directly warp low ground so that the overlord at the natural cant see it, and the one adept boy can walk around to deny lonely lings from getting vision. All of that for an explosive cocktail that will kill a zerg making roachs expecting Dts, not having enough spores or queens to handle the triple triple squad.

Also, I’ve come to realize in practice that it’s not even that bad of a build in the first place even if scouted really early for some reason.

“Sometimes it kills 10+ workers”

“Sometimes a lot more”

This amazing innovation of the PvZ metagame that I’m sure will be a staple in the metagame (it won’t) allowed me to take a map off Lambo and Elazer, for the other map I had to resort to the amazing build that comes next.

“This is totally an archon drop I swear you better make roachs”

I really don’t know how to call this, You just go for the normal archon drop build except you mine more mineral and make an early forge, then take a third slightly faster than an archon drop timing and just make 4 templars super early so they can bank energy so you can do a +2 push with 8 storms extremely fast. While you’re doing the build you run around with your first few units to deny vision so the zerg gets scared and think he might have missed the prism.

Oh, and you also make a LOT of probes, I’m talking non stop, enough probes to fully saturate the third when its done.

“But Drogo, wouldn’t it be strictly better to just go storm drop? Zerg would actually see a prism and be scared and you would also do economic damage even if they make roachs !!”

And to that I say, I like to keep it simple ok, maybe next year when I actually get good at the game.

Anyway, This build actually gives you a pretty powerful set-up in the midgame, I used it to kill the Hydra bane of Lambo and succesfully defend the nydus onslaught of Elazer (I didn’t strictly do this against elazer actually, I was pretty scared of a spooky all-in), which is usually not possible unless you were a greedy boy in the early game. So all of that gave me 2 points on the board.

“4 templars just chilling at home, Safe working conditions are too rare in the Starcraft universe”

When the Zerg is away the Toss will play.

For the second day I had 2 PvP, a PvT, and a lot of times on my end to prepare. So I did, I watched a ton of rail footage, and observed that he wasn’t afraid to play his ladder builds in tournament, so I was feeling fairly confident I could just win by having stronger build orders.

Little did I know this would be the hardest series of the tournament by far.

The first game felt like a walk in the park at first, you’re going 3 phoenix against fast expand forge first? There is no way in hell I am losing this. I played it a little bit safer than I could have but I was very confident in my ability to hold his 2 base push.

Turn out, I was wrong, very wrong, Rail just made a bigger army and kept warping in, and eventually our armies got to a size where his two untouched immortal he had over me actually packed quite the punch and our upgrades were equal. So even with a third nexus mining for a while, I’m losing the game.

The second game I was sure of what he was going to do, some adepts with an expand and robo follow up, so my plan was pretty much to play with a lot of gates units and go Stargate to have good control of the game, simple plan, but effective.

The issue is, I forgot to prevent him from pylon blocking my wall, then I didn’t realise he let his pylon finish, I built my Stargate in vision of his pylon …

So yea I canceled that real fast and improvised a blink opening, a build I haven’t practiced in a really really long time, without any possibility of scouting, turned out I didn’t need to, since verdi went for his robo opening into constant presure with adepts sentry immortals, with me sitting and pure useless stalkers, down 1-0 and 30 supply, disruptor knocking at my front door, I didn’t like my odds one bit.

Oh well, sometime lucky.

I’m sure the third game will be much smoother.

Oh no (not pictured here, 3 sentries also died)

This has to be a record for the most amounts of units lost to the 2 initial adepts in a professional game

There’s almost something peaceful about being so far behind, you can just try out wacky stuff and see if it works.

Which is somehow did, after two pretty successful adept and a basetrade clearly going in my favor, I brought back an impossible game and was very happy with myself.

If you’re wondering how on earth I managed to get surprised by 2 adepts, all I can say is that I was way too confident in my preparation, as I was so sure that he was going for his safe expand double probe scout strat, I didn’t have adepts on my mind until the last 3 seconds.

Overall I would say that my preparation for this serie was very bad, even tho I spent the most time on it, even if you can tell yourself beforehand to not mindgame yourself by thinking too hard, it can still very much happen.

So after that emotional roller coaster of a series, it was time to play a PvT against big Gabe, and I had quite the revolutionary strat prepared.

“The triple triple… Again...”

Sometime you watch one series that makes you fall in love with a strat, for me it was Zest vs Innovation where Zest defended a marine drop with 2 oracle and a phoenix, warped more adepts across the map and immediately killed Innovation, I thought to myself “I can do that” as it didn’t look too hard.

I hate Stargate openings in PvT, I truly hate them, I’m always in a good position with them but I always lose anyway, but on the other hand, I’ve loved shading adepts and oracle at random times since LOTV beta, so I thought it was worth to give it a shot, especially because I thought Gabe wouldn’t expect me to play stargate.

Worked just as planned, a refreshing turn of events after the last series.

The second game (what game on kairos ? never happened Protoss doesn’t lose PvT remember) is what I like to call “New Year Zero, the movie”. I really think this map is incredibly protoss favored, it’s really not on everymap that starting 2 forges because you’re supply blocked and can’t start your first colossus ends up being a the best decision you could have made.

After killing the Raven and a decent chunk of bio in the middle of the map, I thought I had a real timing there, I had 5 seconds of hesitation after seeing so many liberators, but after sending an hallucination and seeing that Heromarine was Still 1/1, I decided to A move into him anyway, it was either gonna be a genius, killer instinct like move, or another brick to the monument that is the ThrowGo Legacy, a win win really.

“Sir, this is Hallucinated phoenix speaking, Terran is 1:1 you’re clear to go”

“Roger that”

It went great and the twitch chat of that game had a very reasonable discussion about game design talking about how great it was that protoss could attack into this many liberators.

I don’t have much to say about the last Serie vs Showtime really, I was already qualified so all the presure was off and I felt great, and I don’t think I could talk at length about great of a strategical mastermind I am for faking going phoenix and actually going Dark templars !

He didn’t exactly do what I expected to him to do so this was pretty much freestyle that worked in my favor and not anything prepared.

“Artosis favorite unit showing us what peak starcraft is all about”

The second game was a cheese that I had seen before, Double proxy gate zealot with canon rush, I was fairly confident that it was overall pretty bad, and this game didn’t change my mind.

“The best unit against canons is actually the probe”

Amazing Gaming

So overall it’s a 5-2 Score !! This wasn’t what I expected at all and I was obviously thrilled, too bad I failed so many IQ tests otherwise the first place would have been easily in my grasp.

I have a lot of cool new strats with weird names prepared for LA, I hope I’ll win so I get to brag once again about how smart I am ! (not really).

Hope you guys enjoyed this blog, and I would like to dedicate this victory to this chinese Stuff bear, he kept his promise and without him I would never have survived those nyduses.

https://www.instagram.com/p/BvPWIAvhKSl/

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5hfanfiction · 8 years ago

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You're Lovely - PROLOGUE

Camila raps.

Lauren naps.

Became infatuated with your whole appearance So much that when I talk to you you never hear it So much that likes on your Instagram make you happy But I love you in person, made that the clearest I know I’m busy, but not too busy for you If I set the table I always set it for two And if I light a candle I’m trying to set the mood And if I make a promise I’m always seeing it through but You obsessed with the wrong things I know we fight but think you fighting for the wrong team Its always on me Its always something that I did or something I didn’t do I feel like I’m in the wrong league Cuz if I ball then we ball together But if I fall then we fall together But now its fuck you’s, a bunch of whatevers If you was cold I wouldn’t even give you my sweater

Mama don’t like you, she likes everyone And I never like to admit that I was wrong And I’ve been so caught up in my job Didn’t see what’s going on But now I know I’m better sleeping on my own Cuz if you like the way you look that much Then baby you should go and fuck yourself And if you think that I’m still holding on to something You should go and fuck yourself

I don’t need no more fights Long nights in different rooms You started problems with fam, now we got issues too I was blinded by the love cuz I was into you whi-

“HAZEL!”

“IT WASN’T ME!.”

“YOU WROTE YOUR INITIALS ON THE WALL!.”

“….OKAY MAYBE THAT WAS ME.”

Camila Cabello sighed hearing the back and forth banter between her wife and her daughter as they screamed at the top of their lungs. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence, Hazel manages to find something devious to explore every chance she get’s, the house being her own personal experimental loft for new creation’s and permanently keeping Lauren’s heart rate above the norm.

The brown eyed girl chuckled to herself softly knowing Lauren secretly loved how spontaneously creative thier daughter was, she only wished Hazel could be creative on another wall that didnt involve the pale skin girl having to scrub the remain’s off for the next two hour’s.

Standing up, Camila placed her headphone’s on the table, rubbing her tired eye’s from staring at the computer screen for multiple hour’s straight. She refused to wear glasses though, claiming that ‘they make me look old' and 'I’m way too hot to be that old yet’.

She made her way downstairs, checking in on little Dylan as she passed and was amazed at the fact he could sleep through all the noise that goes on in this house.

“Mummy it looked cool at the time” Hazel’s voice echoed through the house, Camila could practically see the pout forming on her face as she made her way toward’s the two voice’s.

“Yes, so do drug’s until it’s too late and you get hooked resulting in ruining your life forever!”

“Mummy what do drug’s have to do with drawing?” the raven haired girl asked confused.

“What does drawing have to do with drug’s?” Lauren retaliated.

Camila stayed silent, aside from the muffled laugh here and there, watching both Lauren and Hazel was alway’s an entertainment. She watched as Hazle’s face dropped into even more confusion, the eight year old trying to piece together how her mother or if her mother was making any sense at all.

“Uh…what?"

Lauren smirked loving how confused her baby girl was, if they were ever in a argument or debate, Lauren would simply confuse the child, ultimately forcing her to victory.

I married a child. A literal child.

The brown eyed girl decided now was a good time to make her precense known. Walking further into the room, Camila couldn’t help but let out an obnoxious laugh at the look on her daughter’s face.

"Mummy! You alway’s do this, why can’t you ever just be cool for like, once.” She groaned face palming her little forehead.

Lauren gasped in offense, placing her hand over her heart and staring wide eyed at her daughter.

“I am cool!"

"Mmh okay sure mummy.” Hazel sarcastically agreed.

Looking around, Lauren spaced on another argumental fact she could throw out to trick her daughter, she was Lauren Jauregui she didn’t just lose in argument’s. Instead, her green eye’s landed on Hazel’s skateboard that was left in the hallway.

The older pale skin girl already knew this would be a bad idea, but she was determined to show her daughter that she was most certainly cool.

“Fine. Ill just show you how cool i am.” She smirked.

Both Hazel and Camila looked at Lauren with curiosity written all over their face. They watched as Lauren shuffled over to the hall before coming back with a bright pink skateboard in her hand.

Camila’s jaw dropped as soon as she figured out her wife’s plan.

“Baby…how about we not do what i think you’re gonna do and just go watch a movie yeah?”

Green eyes met brown, Camila could already see the determination in her Wife’s orbs. She sighed, knowing how stubborn Lauren could be once she set her mind to something.

“No, camz trust me I’ll be fine, Chris and i used to skate down the street all the time.” Lauren reassured.

“Lauren im serious, i love you to death but i will not deal with a paraplegic wife! Do you know how much our sex drive would go down? Poof! Out the window just like our marriage.”

Lauren started at her wife, trying to scope out any signs that she was joking. She wasn’t surprised once she found none knowing how dramatic Camila liked to be.

“Baby chill, i got this” Lauren smiled. Facing her daughter who gave her a big thumbs up.

“The only thing you got is a hospital bill coming.” Camila grumbled.

The raven haired girl walked over to the top of the hallway, it was vastly long so she wouldn’t run out of space anytime soon. Lauren placed the board beneath her feet, puffing out and placed herself on the board.

Hazel and Camila watched, not really sure what to expect but possibly knowing it wouldn’t be good.

Lauren stood, ready to prove her family wrong, and that she was cool. Yet luck had never been on Lauren’s side. Venus, the family dog padded out wondering what all the commotion was about, searching for something interesting when his eye’s landed on a play tug rope.

Getting excited at the prospect of playing, Venus lept forward catching the rope in his teeth pulling on it gently waiting for it to come loose so he could then scurry away with it in the opposite direction.

Lauren looked down to see the fluffy brown animal sniffing around the bottom of the skateboard, his big head rubbing against Lauren’s pant leg, just as she was about to scold him to move, the skateboard was tugged forward and Lauren was thrown in the air. Gasping when the board was ripped away from her.

The green eyed girl came down with a thud, landing on her back.

Lauren covered her face with her hand’s, she hasn’t been this embarrassed since the time she accidently farted while Camila was going down on her one night.

…… A red faced Lauren was currently seated in the bathroom, her skin was hot from embarrassment and the towel wrapped around her shoulder’s didn’t make her feel any less exposed.

In all her 20 year’s of life, Lauren has never wanted the ground to open up and swallow her more than in this moment. She prayed that Camila would leave it alone, hopefully go to sleep giving Lauren a chance to escape the situation.

fuck Lauren, why do you alway’s have to be the most awkward person to walk this earth.

“Baby…?”

Hearing Camila’s voice echoing through the door only caused Lauren to squeeze her eye’s tightly shut. Despretaly wanting the aching feeling in her chest to dissappear.

“Baby..can you please open up.” The soft voice came again.

Lauren released a shaky breath, standing up and cracking the door open an inch. Just enough for Camila to see a small portion of pale skin.

“Um..yes?" Lauren croaked.

Camila watched her girlfriend with sad eye’s, seeing Lauren upset or insecure alway’s made her hurt.

"Baby come out..i promise it’s okay. You have nothing to be embarrassed about” Camila smiled reassuringly.

With eye’s trained to the floor, the glum girl opened the door revealing her full self.

“Hey” the brown eyed girl gently lifted Lauren’s chin. “I love you. Okay? I love all of you, i don’t care if you do something that’s considered 'gross’, it’s not a big deal. Please dont be insecure, you’re too beautiful to cry.”

Lauren didnt think it was possible to fall harder. shit, was she wrong.

…….

Lauren released a breath, her spine tingling with every breath she took.

Okay yeah….that fucking hurt.

The room went deadly quiet, Hazel was staring blank faced at her mother while Camila was Laughing so hard, no sound was escaping her mouth.

Not bothering to look up, Lauren could already sense what her wife’s face was displaying. “Don’t. Say a word.”

Causing Camila to burst.

AN The beginning. 🙌 Wattpad cxs_____

#UPDATE #series #AU #camren #romance fluff #submission #youre lovely

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5hfanfiction · 8 years ago

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You're Lovely

Camila raps

Lauren naps

Prologue

Became infatuated with your whole appearance

So much that when I talk to you you never hear it

So much that likes on your Instagram make you happy

But I love you in person, made that the clearest I know I’m busy, but not too busy for you If I set the table I always set it for two And if I light a candle I’m trying to set the mood And if I make a promise I’m always seeing it through but You obsessed with the wrong things I know we fight but think you fighting for the wrong team Its always on me Its always something that I did or something I didn’t do I feel like I’m in the wrong league Cuz if I ball then we ball together But if I fall then we fall together But now its fuck you’s, a bunch of whatevers If you was cold I wouldn’t even give you my sweater