#rting for rush

[brandogenius]

can I request a hc about attending an awards show (the grammys?) with jb? 😌

i can indeed darling! i’m so proud of our boys! 3 grammys they won today! couldn’t be any more prouder!

(not proofread)

HC - attending the grammys with julien!

- attending the grammys with julien is a once in a life time experience you’ll never forget

- hand in hand for photos, julien dressed in her white suit whilst you are dressed in a long black dress. black and white they compliment each other

- of course both of you break the internet by proudly showing off your hickeys on each others necks

- the atmosphere is so loud and overwhelming , it’s your first time at an award show, julien has her hands around your waist at all times.

- in a protective manner and to make sure you don’t get lost. hands on your waist or thigh. holding onto your hand. she’ll make sure you don’t get lost.

- presuming you and the boys all sit together at a table, julien and you sit beside each other. juliens hand on your thigh, reassuring you.

- holding onto juliens hand tightly with one hand and crossing your fingers in a silent prayer in the other when their categories come up

- the minute they were best rock performance winners for not strong enough you just started sobbing.

- the first thing julien does is stand up and hug you. kissing you long and softly before going up to collect her award.

- the first person julien thanks in her speech is you. talking about how you have been her rock and the most important people in her life to help her get through it all

- “i want to thank my beautiful girlfriend. the most important person to me”

- going back to their chairs after the speeches you’re dabbing your face to try and stop the tears.

- it’s such an emotional night for you and the boys. you’re so proud of them.

- second and third award for best rock song and best alternative album has you crying again you’re sure your makeup is ruined.

- yet again, julien stands up and kisses you smiling into the kiss.

- it was such an amazing night for everyone.

- going back stage with julien after the event julien holds into your hand tightly, tears stained on her face with a big grin.

- your lipstick is stained all over her face but she couldn’t care less.

- she ends up dragging you in with her to take some photos even if you ended up being a bit shy.

- spam posting on twitter during intervals you tweet about the boys winning and crying about it. rting a lot of posts

- you have a bit of a big following on twitter anyway. most of it being from being juliens girlfriend and boygenius’s no1 defender.

- boygenius twt fandom loves you. so crying on the timeline about your girlfriend winning a grammy has multiple other people crying in the comments section with you

- julien posting photos on instagram with you holding the grammys together

- going back to the hotel together both of you are still pretty emotional from the events that happened

- a tired and sleepy bath together. washing each others hair

- “i’m so proud of you julien. couldn’t be more prouder”

- the praise you give your girlfriend along with the tiredness crashing into her from the adrenaline that happened a few hours ago has her tearing up in the bathtub

- just a small emotional moment. julien realising where she is in the moment. 3 time grammy winner, in a warm bath surrounded by love and affection. it makes her heart burst with happiness

- she definitely becomes the little spoon for the night.

- the wave of emotion hitting her like a ton of bricks realising the events of today like a delayed reaction has her silently crying in your neck

- obviously you let her have her moment. letting julien melt into your chest as you run your hands through her hair. julien slowly falling asleep to the sounds of your small hums and praises

- you can only pray that next year there’ll be more grammy nominations and wins to come

im so sorry if this isn’t good :( a bit rushed! i reallt felt excited to do this and with the boys grammy wins tonight it was fresh in my mind!

[wardogxicarus]

The sass Sierra tried to throw back at Leland was hardly appreciated. He was dealing with a clusterfuck of a situation to start with, teenage attitude did not have to be added to the pile. Before he could work up a snip in exchange for her snarl, though, she seemed to realize the inevitability of things and yielded. Good.

Wincing to himself, Leland returned to his maps and radio. The tension in every atom of his body kept mounting, feeling like they were threatening to fly apart. His gut was telling him he couldn’t keep this up much longer- he had to come up with a believable excuse for going radio silent.

Maybe the fire forced him to retreat? No… too easy to disprove that. The radio finally kicked the bucket? No… his mechanical repair skills were well known among the other rangers and questions would arise.

Shit..! A subtle change in the semi-distant sea of orange told him conditions were in flux. The radio was flicked back on and Leland forced down another painful wave. “It’s sta-rting to generate its own winds.” He reported through a grimace, “Lookout f-or rotation.” The radio was disengaged quickly as he hunched over and snarled quietly. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!! Not yet!!

A yellow ringed eye glanced back at Sierra. Still there and quiet. Good. Maybe.. he still questioned what might happen to her if around when he snapped. But he had no time to think about it when something small hit one of the tower windows hard. The noise made him flinch and nearly lose his precarious grip on his human state.

“The hell?” Leland stiffly moved to the door and peered out. Upon the floor of the wraparound porch… a jay. Dazed and panicked with jostled feathers, but still alive. The little thing must have struck the window in its rushed retreat from the fire.

….That’s it! A bird strike! If he could hit the radio antenna on the roof and make it look like a bird strike, he’d be out of the game. He just.. had to keep it together long enough to do that. “Kid,” Leland chuffed and gestured at the bed at the tower room’s corner. “Pillow and boot. Now.”

@cliffandthekid

"It's fine, I get it. No good going for a run if the forest burns down around our ears." Entirely true. Also entirely irritating, because this is the first time Sierra's actually been in a forest on a full moon. Definitely regretting leaving the desert now. It might be hot down there, but at least the landscape doesn't actively catch fire. A full-body shudder wracks the girl, and she lets it, focused more on keeping her jaw clamped shut against the fangs that want to grow. Arms folded and shoulders hunched, she focuses her glare focused on the distant orange light. If the old man can avoid shifting, so can Sierra.

As applicable as Sierra's response to his snipping was, Leland couldn't help but think she was missing the point. He cared less about singed fur and more about the ramifications of his absence from the job. This blazing beast needed be contained before people were under real threat.

Through squinted eyes, the ranger picked up on Sierra's own internal torment and worked his jaw in stiff circles. She was pushing back her own shift- but why? Why stand in agonizing solidarity with a cranky, "old", Fire Lookout that caught her roaming the woods alone? Was it because they happened to share the same condition? He couldn't grasp it. Even so, it didn't feel right to let her suffer along with him.

"Go ahead and shift, Kid." Leland huffed, "If you push this back any longer, you will snap and become unpredictable. One snapped wolf is more than enough for the night." He had few doubts that he'd be the one to fall into a snapped state. Better him and her.

Though he did worry what might happen if he snapped and she was around. Would she be safe around him? ....All the better for her to shift and go into the woods away from the fire.

[oh-katsuki]

Say My Name (Connie x Reader)

Rich Boy Collab

Pairing: Connie x Reader 

Summary: Connie Springer isn’t the normal type of rich. No, Connie Springer is the private jet, fuck you on every continent type of rich. 

Content Warning: Fingering, mile high club, possessiveness, oral sex, semi public sex, dumbification, overstimulation, squ*rting, v*ginal sex 

A/N: For @bakugohoex‘s 3k rich boy collab! congrats on 3k baby!!! Don’t mind the censors. Trying smthin out

Thanks to @eremiie and @murmikaa for beta reading this! Ilysm!

There was no way you could have known that Connie Springer was rich. He was goofy, loud, and probably one of the least poised people you’d ever had the pleasure of knowing. But when you found out, you couldn’t get enough. 

It wasn’t until he came to pick you up in his shiny new self-driving Tesla that it really clicked for you. All those months of buying your friend group’s meals, impulsive gifts, last minute vacations, have finally added up to this. Connie Springer was fucking loaded and not just the regular type loaded. No, Connie Springer was the private jet, fuck you on every continent type of loaded. 

Sure, you had your eye on him since well before you’d figured it out. You always liked his lean frame and long fingers and the way his tongue would slide across his lips when he teased you. But now that he was pampering you? How were you not supposed to take your panties off in the back of his fancy new jet and let him have you? You had to break in that new leather somehow. 

That’s how you ended up here, legs spread open across the seats, attendants in their quarters of the plane. It was Connie’s idea to take you somewhere for your birthday. You hadn’t expected him to fly you across the globe to nearly every city on your bucket list, flirting with you the entire time. By the time you’d reached cruising altitude, he’d stuffed you full of two of his fingers, fingering you slowly as the plane soared through the sky. He kept his eyes trained on your cunt the entire time, watching the way your arousal dripped onto the white leather interior. 

Neither of you could wait until you got to the next hotel room, you desperately wanted to dirty up this pristine and luxurious jet. Connie had coaxed you into the seat beside him, watching the way you stepped across the aisle with your legs pressed together, thighs twitching uncomfortably. He pulled the curtains closed over you, arm reaching across your body to grab the silk fabric. 

Once he’d settled in front of you, his hands ran up your calves and to your knees, sliding between your thighs and spreading them apart so he could look at the wet spot that had accumulated on your panties. Connie wouldn’t push them aside this time, instead, he sighs and pulls them down your legs, taking them and putting them into his back pocket in a fluid motion. It made you wonder just how many times he’s done shit like this. 

“Fuck, you’re sexy.” He breathed, inching closer to your cunt. His eyes looked up at you, they were heavy with lust, pupils blown wide as he stuck his tongue into your folds. 

You gasped and although that first touch was gentle, it was fleeting. Connie just couldn’t help himself and he quickly buried his face in your cunt, hand coming up to intertwine with yours. His tongue laps aggressively at you, wet and strong as he pokes and prods within you. Your head hit the head rest behind you when he wrapped his lips around your clit. He sucked on the nub, tongue teasing the very tip of it. 

Connie’s other hand came to slip under your back, pushing you forward to maintain the arch. He loved the way you contorted in his seats, face flushed with heat and arousal. You looked so pretty with his jet as the backdrop, one leg propped up on the seat and the other spread as far as it could go. 

The more vocal you became, the messier Connie got. His cheeks were coated in your slick, glistening every time he pulled them from your cunt to breathe. He loved the way your gasps and breaths carried through the cabin, every small squeak he pulled from you ringing through his ears like bells. 

Connie’s been wanting this for longer than he’d care to admit, probably from the moment he saw you. He’s always wondered what you tasted like, how your body would twist when he played with your clit, and how his name would sound coming from your lips when you came. Fuck, there had just been something about you. 

“Oh fuck, right there, Connie.” You whined out. Your hand found purchase in his hair as he swirled his tongue inside of you, nose pressed to your clit. 

Connie loved the praise and how your hand felt on his head, pushing him further into your cunt. He continued his ruthless assault on you, determined to make you cum. The noises he made into your cunt were sinful, sending vibrations through your core. You couldn’t take it. Your stomach flipped with each curl of his tongue and every exhale against you had goosebumps rising on your skin. 

You climbed effortlessly to your orgasm and before you realized it, you were toppling over. Your upper body folded forward and your hand flew up to cover your mouth, muffling your voice. 

“So pretty when you cum.” He smiled at you, something darker swirling in his eyes as he crawled up and kissed you. 

He tasted like you. 

Connie kissed you deeply, his tongue dipping between your lips with so much enthusiasm that it made you dizzy. It was like he wanted you to see just how good you taste, like he couldn’t get enough of you.

You could feel when he fumbled for his belt, unbuckling it sloppily. You trained your head down to watch as his cock sprang up, slapping gently against his stomach. Connie gave it a few languid pumps, fingers curled around it. He spread precum down to the base before lining it up with your entrance. 

It was long and thick and just the head of it added a delicious pressure to your cunt. His hands ran along your sides, fingers ghosting along the smooth skin of your hips and breasts. He sucked in a sharp breath, running his hands over your pert nipples as his cock teased your entrance, moving only slightly against your slicked up folds. 

It was like he was memorizing the way you felt under his palms, rolling the fat and admiring the way it spilled over his fingers with each squeeze. Connie loved all things delicate, loved all things rich in flavor and in feel. He’d never let on about it though, about just how much he loved the finer things in life. And in his head, you were the finest. 

That’s why he moaned so deeply when he slid his cock into you, stretching you open inch by inch. You felt better than he’d expected, better than he’d had in a while. God, he just wanted to get as deep into you as possible. Connie let out a whine when his cock hit your cervix, watching the way your eyes widened as it bumped it ever so gently. 

“So – deep.” You choked out, arms snaking around his neck so you could pull your chin to his shoulder. 

Connie started moving slowly at first, watching the way he looked sliding all the way out of you before pushing back in. He loved the way his cock glistened with your slick, light from the plane’s window pouring in and illuminating your sweat covered bodies.

When Connie picked up his pace, he didn’t shorten his thrusts. He was so deep in you, each quick push of his hips burying him completely in you and when the head of his cock pushed into your sweet spot, you let out a long moan. 

“Shhh, wouldn’t want the attendants to hear us.” He cooed down at you, lips coming to yours in a heated kiss. 

You whimpered at that, knees shaking around him for a moment. There was just something about the way Connie fucked you that made you want to cry out. You wanted them to hear. Maybe it was the smell of the private jet, or the way you could feel yourself sliding against the leather with every thrust, but you wanted to show off just how well he fucks you. God, if you’d known that Connie was this good of a lay, you would have fucked him ages ago. 

But Connie wasn’t all gentle. He wasn’t all laid back. Something about your cunt made him possessive, it brought out the brat in him.

He flipped you over so your head was just over the back of the seat, face against the window of the plane. His hands were rough against your hips, pulling you down onto his cock and pushing you against the glass. You couldn’t turn your head to see him, but you could see your breath against the glass and make out the clouds below you. 

His hand was on the side of your head, pads of his fingers squeezing your head to keep you in place. It hurt your neck but this position had his cock pushing forward against your g-spot with violent force. 

“Say my name.” Connie spoke, low and barely above a whisper. His voice rumbled in his chest slightly. 

Your mouth parted, his words rushing straight to your cunt. “Connie.”

“Louder.” He responded, feeling the way you clenched around him. “Tell everyone who’s making you feel this good.” 

“Fuck– it’s you, Connie!” You whined out. 

“Good girl.” He spoke, hand reaching down to rub at your clit. 

This was an unexpected side of Connie, but the purr of his voice in your ear had you threatening to come undone on him, thighs already quivering. He couldn’t get enough of his name on your lips and he loved the way your cunt fluttered each time you said it. 

Connie wanted to fuck you so well that he’d be engrained on your very being. The more he buried himself in your pussy, the more he wanted to own you the way he owns everything else. He wanted you to be unable to fuck anyone else. Connie wanted to hide you away so he could make you his own personal fucktoy, so he could spoil you rotten with his cock. After all, rich boys were quite greedy, weren’t they?

His hand came around to grab your neck, forcing your back into a pretty arch. You choked and sputtered in his grasp, voice hoarse and strained as you tried to moan for him. God, he loved this sound. He could hear you becoming his, hear the way your moans go from muffled to as loud as possible. 

“You gonna cum for me?” Connie asked, pulling you by the neck so his mouth was beside your ear. 

“Yes, yes.” You choked out, a hand coming up to brush against his knuckles. You reached around with your other hand, trusting him to hold your weight as you spread your ass cheeks open, hoping it’ll get him deeper inside of you. 

“Fuck, say my name when you do.” Connie groaned, putting his big hand over yours to spread you wider. “Give it to me.” 

You wanted to give him everything so when your legs began to shake and give out, you let a cry of his name fall from your lips. You didn’t care if the attendants heard anymore; you wanted to be his, you wanted them to know you were his. He was so deep inside of you that you swore that if you looked down to your stomach, you’d be able to see him in there.. 

Your head spun with the force of your orgasm, eyes rolling back and body convulsing around him. Connie let out a gratuitous groan at how you fluttered around him. He loved the expression on your face, all red from where his fingers pressed into the sides of your neck, mouth open and panting. 

It wasn’t enough though. He wanted to make you beg, wanted to make you forget your own name. Connie was so used to people waiting on him for all the wrong reasons, but he wanted you to be his pet. He wanted you to be so in love with his cock and him that you’d take anything he gave you. 

He was willing to work for it for once. 

So he kept fucking you, hips snapping into yours with brute force as he fucked you through your orgasm and sent you barreling towards another. Connie wanted to give you everything so that you’d never have to ask for more from someone else. He wanted to watch you drool onto the leather of his jet and soil the pristiness of it. He’d ruin you and build you up just so he could do it again. 

Connie wanted to use you again and again, fucking you all over the world— claiming you anywhere he could just because he wanted to. He needed to.

He fucked you right into another orgasm. You came so quickly that you hardly had any time to register it. It had you squirming in his grasp, hips struggling to get away from him. It was all too much. You couldn’t think straight as he removed his hand from your neck and forced your face into the soft leather of the seat. You could see beige and snippets of the sky and white. The arch in your back was painful but the spot he was hitting had your head spinning. 

He loved how you looked right now. Drooling all over his seat, struggling to say as much as his name while he pounded into you. Connie would never strike anyone as the rough type, but once he got his hands on something valuable, he just had to play with it. He never did know how to treat fine objects. 

So he broke you. He could see the moment your pretty little head went empty, only filled with thoughts of him and his dick inside of you. He loved the babbles, whines, and sobs that wracked your body each time you got closer to cumming around him again. 

“Who do you belong to?” He spoke, leaning forward and accenting his words with a violent snap of his hips. 

You couldn’t respond, whimpering quietly in an effort to articulate your thoughts. 

“Use your words.” Connie suggested gently, pushing you further into the leather. 

“You! Fuck – I belong to you.” You choked out, voice desperate. You wanted to please him, make him feel good, wanted to be his good girl and make him give you everything.

“There you go.” He’d coo, voice low and strained. “This pretty pussy’s mine, right?” 

“Yes, fuck yeah – all yours, Connie.” Your words were slurred and desperate and so fucking needy. They quivered with a submissive quality, almost as if they trembled through the air. 

The way he groaned into your ear sent chills down your spine. Connie could feel him throbbing in you. He loved how hard you made him, how malleable you’d become under him. You were like putty as he arched your back further, chasing his own high. 

“Oh god – m’gonna make you mine.” He spoke, head rolling back onto his shoulders, eyes lazily looking over your figure.

“Won’t be able to take any other dick when I’m done with you. All. Fucking. Mine.” 

Connie fucked into you, punctuating each word with a heavy thrust of his hips. He loved that he could feel you clench around him, your overstimulated hole fluttering as you climbed towards yet another orgasm. 

There was so much pressure. Your ears felt so full, ringing steadily as he buried himself into you like his own personal fucktoy. Your stomach was turning and pressure built up behind your bladder so quickly that it startled you. He was going to make you cum again and he was going to make you cum hard. 

“Fuck– wait Connie, m’gonna–” You didn’t have time to finish your sentence. The words left that little fucked out head of yours before you could even realize what they were. 

Suddenly you were gushing on Connie’s cock, your moans coming out as strangled sobs, breath hitching in your throat. You trembled on him, your legs and ass shaking with the force of your orgasm as you coated him in your cum. It was funny; the way you saw stars despite the daylight that poured in through the windows, bathing your bodies in sunlight. 

He fucking loved the mess, loved the way he dripped with proof of how well he fucked you, the way the sunbeams had your bodies glistening. Connie admired how you heaved, sobs running through your body with each pulse of your cunt around his cock. 

He pulled himself out of you slowly, fisting his cock and turning you so you were facing him with his free hand. 

“Open wide, princess.” And you did, tongue falling out and mouth opening. With the way he fucked you dumb you couldn’t be anything but obedient. 

And Connie shivered at your obedience, pumping himself a few times before painting your face, ropes of cum splattering across your cheeks and tongue. You looked so good all marked up for him. He gave a half-smile when he came, head lightly falling back to his shoulders with a breathy “fuck yeah,” his demeanor slightly cocky as he looked at you with half lidded eyes.

Things came back into focus slowly, first it was the sound of the airplane whirring in your ears, and then it was Connie’s hands running a towel over you, cleaning up the mess you’d made. 

You didn’t even have the mind to be embarrassed as he finished cleaning you up, putting you back into your clothes and sitting beside you on the seats. When your eyes found his, finally adjusting to the cabin, he smiled at you so sweetly, so like him. Oh god you were a sucker, weren’t you. 

“Hi.” He spoke, pulling you into his side as naturally as ever. 

“Hi.” You laughed. At least now you weren’t uncomfortable in his jet. 

Connie knew how to travel and he did it so naturally. He didn’t just want to claim you in the air, he wanted to claim you in every city he took you to. Besides being filthy rich, you’d learned that he’d fuck you six ways from Sunday anywhere and everywhere. He’s just become addicted to seeing that fucked out expression on your face and if it meant that he would have to work for it to get to see it? So be it. He loved the finer things in life and you so happened to fit the bill.

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[kivaember]

god all i have are brainworms now about obi-wan and anakin getting together during clone wars but in the most batshit and dumbest of ways. 99% of the time it's anakin just blurting out something at the worst possible moment and obi-wan just like "really? now? in front of dooku?!"

okay no wait, obi-wan and anakin are duelling dooku, the banter is flowing, and idk dooku is just sniping on how obi-wan didn't do a very good job on instilling discipline in his padawan and how he must be a terrible master, and anakin rushes to obi-wan's defence like 'obi-wan is the best master ever he's amazing and far better than you and also very handsome and consistently scored hottest jedi in the clones' weekly magazine and looks like a fucking GOD when he spars and-'

at that point no one's duelling anymore. dooku is just giving anakin a look of incredible dismay and obi-wan is like 'thank you... for that, ah, spirited defence anakin but. dooku is. here.'

and then anakin realises he just spent the last two minutes extolling obi-wan's virtues, most of which (if they weren't focused on how he was The Perfect Master) was about how hot he was. anakin contemplates cutting off his other hand to have a legitimate reason to bow out of the situation entirely but it's ok bc dooku just pulls a 'fuck this shit im out' and leaves before the awkwardness gets too bad.

alternatively, other dumb ways they get together is the good ol' a) they get stuck in a very small space together (idk they're sneaking into a separatist base and get stuck in the vents), b) they get drunk and the clones get a free show in watching an utterly sozzled anakin hit on obi-wan using the most cringe worthy flirt techniques - and worse, obi-wan digs it or c) anakin forgets to switch to his anon account on space twitter when rting the 'General Kenobi Thirst' account and so all of the Republic knows he's gay for obi-wan

(the last one prompts one of the clones to reply to anakin's rt with that mulan meme of "NOW ALL OF GAR KNOWS YOU THIRST FOR GENERAL KENOBI" and anakin screams)

[monarchbee]

i wanted to get another art out before remind tonight but i don’t think that’s gonna happen :(

[its-a-queer-thing]

Blog/Personal Update!

Sorry I’ve been pretty much running on my queue here lately. Things got really busy with school so sadly I had to stop making new content. Here’s just a little update:

#GallavichMatters was awesome! I’m sorry if I didn’t post something someone posted here, I promise it’s not that you were ignored, I just didn’t see anything at all. I tried numerous searches and genuinely didn’t find anything. I did look though, I swear! On Twitter, though, I saw a lot of people making awesome posts and RTing people’s stuff, we started using #Shameless as well and that’s when things picked up as far as online traffic goes so I think some people saw some pretty great content. It was a supportive and overall positive experience, I think. 

Upcoming, one of my mutuals on Twitter wants to do a #GallavichForever event on New Years Eve! So if you aren’t busy, definitely make some #GallavichForever posts at 9 EST!

I am finally done with fall semester and just spent a week with my family (Shout out to @southernfriedblondebitch who I met in person as well!! Girl, I wish we had more time but I already can’t wait until next time!!) and am now back home ready to prep some awesome Gallavich content! 

For any of you who are curious, I got all As for the first time in my life (THANK CHRIST!) and have very high recommendations from all of my professors for the Graduate program, which I will be applying to this semester! :) My thesis turned out beautifully and I will continue improving it through the upcoming semester and will be looking at conferences and journals to present/submit to, so wish me luck there!

So what is upcoming for Fckyeahgallavich:

I set up a YouTube channel specifically for FYG because… well, why not? But also because southernfriedblondebitch and I are working on something fun that I think y’all will enjoy. It’s not quite ready but we will announce what that is about soon, I’m sure :) We just don’t want to have a gap in this project like with my ICYMI and MRM posts.

I’ll also be fixing some problems with my published videos that have been bugging me for a while and will re-upload them to the new channel as well as work on some new videos.

As far as writing goes, I am working on the gift exchange piece and then will dive right into those prompts. I currently have four and they all sound awesome and can’t wait to get to work on them! :) Then my own pieces will be updated this summer at the latest depending on how quickly the new semester gets into full swing.

For ICYMI and MRM posts, I will not be updating those for a while simply because I want to focus on the YouTube channel and fic writing for now. Those projects will continue, I promise, but for now they are on hold simply because I don’t want to feel rushed and don’t want to miss anything as I did towards the end there.

If anyone has any other questions, please submit an ask any time! :D

[hayleyw5]

Digital Media and the Amplification of Globalised Sport

Summary Digital media has become so dominant in the everyday life of Australians, with 96% of them active on social media, yes even us oldies! The introduction of smartphones has helped this along with phones accounting for 87% of usage across all digital media platforms (laptops, tablets and pc’s).

Facebook being our main social media platform of choice with an average of 16 minutes per visit.

Digital and social media has helped amplify many global sports, Aussie’s have seemingly been cut off from most of the world previously but the introduction of digital media has seen a boost in America sports popularity amongst young Aussie’s.

Impact The impact has been both positive and negative, it has allowed us more access to sports around the globe more than ever.

It has also put a massive spanner in the works for traditional media platforms such as newspaper, television and radio.

Traditional media has had to adapt and innovate ways on reaching a new viewership, so while newspaper sales are on the decline, there is a rise in website visitation and app usage.

Aussie’s are still considered to be more traditional in terms of our media usage as we tend to be more loyal and avoid change.

Opportunities Digital and social media has created ample opportunities for many organisations across a variety of industries!

In terms of sport there is more content now than ever before, as player access is on the decline, a view into their personal life is on the rise.

Most importantly is the players are now in control on who see’s what.

Gone are the days of having a cheeky bev after the match with your favourite player down at Windy Hill, Punt Rd or Whitten Oval, with the rise in popularity of sports athletes also comes restrictions. Social media has enabled fans to feel that connection a little more and engage with their favourite superstars. It also gives the players a voice and a chance to showcase their personality which fans, organisations and the media are continuously craving.

Challenges The challenges posed is the saturation of content and the rush to become first in breaking a story often conveys facts or messages wrong and today we are seeing more and more “fake news”.

Digital and social media has also posed as a threat to our traditional media industry, newspapers have felt the first hit but television is now joining them in the ring and copping blows to their media rights, as digital streaming services such as YouTube, Amazon, Twitter and Facebook are all bidding to become broadcast sponsors for major sporting organisations around the world.

Current Issues Due to the rising popularity of overseas sports which has been enabled by digital media in addition to the saturated Australian sports market, many Australian domestic sporting teams and competitions are battling to remain a popular form of entertainment and to attract a profitable share of consumers (Swanton, 2017). The digital era may in turn hurt our own traditional domestic sports.

Reference List Swanton, W 2017, Australia’s sporting obsession is waning, The Australian. viewed, 23 August 2019, https://www.theaustralian.com.au/sport/australias-spo rting-obsession-is-waning/news-story/603cf59adc9ba72010e10489e1efa5f1 

Xiao, Xiao & Hedman, Jonas & Ter, Felix & Tan, Felix Ter Chian & Tan, Chee-Wee & T K Lim, Eric & Clemmensen, Torkil & Henningsson, Stefan & Vatrapu, Ravi & Mukkamala, Raghava Rao & Hillegersberg, Jos, 2017, Sports Digitalization Sports Digitalization: An Overview and A Research Agenda Completed Research Paper, viewed 23 August 2019, https://www.researchgate.net/ publication/321081719_Sports_Digitalization_Sports_Digitalization_An_Overview_and_A_Research_Agenda_Completed_Research_Paper

[jayephoenix-blog]

Daddy's girl

I have a prompt that involves angst so hurray. 😗 Bruce walked with vigorous steps, ready for the day to end. This detail was noticed by the league. He was at the monitor room when Clark noticed it. "Batman, what's wrong?"Clark asked. Bruce ignored him. Clark furrowed his eyebrow. "Bruce." "I thought we don't use names here, Clark" he growled out. He wanted to asked Bruce but he was already walking away. The next few hours the league noticed how grumpy and tense the caped crusader was. "What's wrong with him" Diana asked Arthur as they watch Bruce walk out the cafeteria. "I noticed on this day every year he's like that." Barry said sitting next to Arthur."we should ask j'onn to read his mind." "Are you crazy?" Barry said with disbelief."I mean how curious are you barry." Diana said."simple while he's distracted we get j'onn." They asked the Martian manhunter who was slightly unsure but agreed none the less. As the founding members waited for Bruce. Bruce was walking off after a call from Nightwing. 'who need to be open Bruce. You can't lock people out. This is not what she would want' his first partner said with a hint of sadness. He walked to the meeting room. Where he was suddenly held captive by the other founding members. "What is going on here?" Bruce asked with a growl. "What is up with you today." Barry asked. "None of your business." "Please Bruce, we are trying to help." Diana pleaded."j'onn now." And soon everyone was mind linked to Batman's mind. Then they saw it the memories. They were watching in Bruce's eyes. A little girl was running around a garden. She had black hair. Her smile bright. She suddenly grabbed his hand pulling him to the garden."daddy c'mon." A giggle escaped her lips. Suddenly the memory shifted. At a corridor in the Wayne manor. Bruce was staring at dick holding the same girl from earlier on his shoulders,smiling. The girl laughed."daddy look I'm flying." "Whee" both the girl and dick said. "Such childish acts." Damian complained next to the two. Dick put the girl down and ran up to Damian giving him a hug. She them rushed up to bruce who her a tight hug. Suddenly everything went dark. Bruce was on top of a building. Robin, Nightwing,red hood, red robin,spoiler and Cassandra stood next to him. They jumped through the window and beat up thugs. As soon as they finished they ran up to the hostage tied to a chair. A little girl. "Shh I'm here." He said breaking the rope. She ran to embrace him but a gunshot was heard. They're eyes widen as the little girl looked down. Blood was spreading through her chest. She fell as Bruce caught her. "Its okay baby girl I'm here. You'll be safe." "Daddy, don't lie." Her small voice whimpered. Her small hand went to caress his cheek. "I love you baby girl." "Love you too daddy.rest with me." She said.he laid her down with him. She rest her head on his side and Bruce wrapped his arms around her. She started humming a lullaby. Spoiler sobbed as Tim wrapped his arms on her. "So fill to-o m-me the p-aa-rting g-lass" she hummed her voice getting weaker. Bruce hummed with her. He hummed with her until he was the only one humming. "Good night and joy be to you all" he finished. The league was pushed back to reality, letting go of bruce. They stared at Bruce as they saw his cheeks were wet. He was crying. Diana stepped up first and embraced him. Soon the rest of the league followed giving Bruce a group hug. He needs a shoulder to cry on. So league opened their arms to him. "Bye bye daddy"

[decoding1432]

second statement management lying without lying

Hello, i’m same anon who made the EPIC is genius theory. This is another theory I have about have management are messing with us There’s some things thats really been bothering me that no one has brought up from 5h second statement that i think validates the trademark timeline. In the statement they went of their way to mention they were trying to convince camila to stay from “her first solo endeavour” and they deserve one more album? If thats the case they technically got their one album which is 727 since it prolly wasn’t even recorded yet. As well this will confirm the LAND partnership for the trademark as that was done in december 2015 and IKWYDLS was release in Nov. 2015. Now that means they have known her decision since then (nov. 2015), they also stated they tried to convince her to stay? would this mean they were told she is leaving? if your trying to convince someone that means they have told something to the contrary? I also read somewhere that Camila can technically sue them for libel if they state something in the statement that is false and gives her a bad name, don’t know if this is true? but  I feel if it is then they put they were informed in November they purposefully didn’t include the year because if they were told that in November 2015 they technically aren’t lying and camila can’t sue them. This will also go towards the timeline of the trademark if she told them nov. 2015 when IKWYDLS was released. Sneaky, Sneaky how they worded it without actually lying. Every else could be true about the meeting and counselling if they were trying to convince but the not knowing is truly a bold face lie that they changed the narrative by not adding the year in the dates. Again perfect wording by management to set their narrative without lying.

Thank you anon for this submission. When I first thought of this, I was afraid I would be overthinking way too much the statement but the fact that someone else considers it, reassures me.

I find it this way cause it makes sense to me timing wise. Take a look– went through N’s tweets & found this:

Remember those interviews in Spain? Specifically that one where D said they MIGHT be doing some more music together… The day the fandom freaked out even she had to come through later with a fb post to cease the drama. When she ended the text “I’M OT5 AF”.

Well focus on these months Oct/ Nov….

Oct 2015:

As you can notice Normani RTed, therefore the assumption inevitably takes over me. While scrolling though the responses, I found a conversation in spanish between two fans… Basically it was discussed how apparently D in those days had her public tumblr & she was reblogging lots of sad stuff. Other comments were focused on asking to whom it was directed this. Some speculated a lover, some others hinted at a certain someone 👀

Nov 2015- (pay attention to the exact dates, MID-NOVEMBER)

Again, the fact that they were RTing each other tweets, in my opinion leaves a lot to wonder about…

Alright, the following one doesn’t convince me fully. At first I thought it refereed to “business” but now I believe it stands for being busy (sorry my english it’s quite slow at the moment) so maybe don’t pay much attention to it….

Nov 2016:

Lauren’s wild month (we’ve established how all those events weren’t coincidences)

Official photoshoot as four

Rehearsals for AMA’s

If I’m not mistaken, the girls had the first weeks of the month off. They spent time with their families. Now by mid-november, it all seems too rushed to be truth. My point here is that paperwork + scheduling & arranging all the episodes listed above are not possible done in a period of time like such.

Contrasting November 2015 to 2016 we can tell that the girls spend a much lesser amount of time on SM. In my perspective, back in 2015 their indirect game was strong whereas in 2016 they solely logged in to greet fans once in a while & for the US elections. Also adding other aspects like D’s “goodbye” to C on the 7/27 booklet, tour emotional moments & the trademark deal... well of course they were informed long before. I normally don’t base too much my assumptions on just tweets however I pulled them to correlate what I consider recepits with anon’s main idea: “Mgmt purposefully didn’t include the year because if they were told that in November 2015 they technically aren’t lying and camila can’t sue them...they worded it without actually lying.”