#she's 'stralian

[gadingsaurus]

Barbenheimer on 4-colored pen

who doesn't like margot robbie and/or cillian murphy, let's be honest here. the events of barbenheimer (barbie-oppenheimer) on cinema was truly life-changing, and it's the most exciting thing that happened this year. doublehandedly saved the film industry.

[lucy-the-cat]

Any headcanons on Elane's attitudes towards or relationship with Mare? Did Elane pity her, resent her, look down on her, or admire her? Or all of the above? Or something else entirely? How did she cope with Mare's involvement in the death of her brother Stralian? Do she and Mare ever become friends?

They definitely became friends eventually, as Evangeline would invite her along for picnics and the like. When Mare first appeared as Mareena Titanos, she was fascinated, especially of Eve's dislike of her. She didn't discover her Red blood, but she thought of approaching her, making friends to pry her secrets away. Maven beat her to it, and she didn't want to mess with him. When the coup happened, she was wary, but suspicious of Maven most of all. Mare was clearly a pawn, and unlike her, Elane was already keenly aware of the necessity of not bearing grudges for actions during war. If anything, she blamed Maven for Stralian's death.

[bitchinbarzal]

imagine little hunter begging mama and logan for a puppy bc she’s seeing cece with leo and then pierre gets simba not to mention roscoe

she’s pulling out all the stops on mama trying to convince her she’ll take care of him, throwing out the puppy dog eyes, “i’ll give him a ‘stralian name”

-linkedin anon

she’s trying to wear her down.

She then says to Logan “I’ll call him freedom!!”

[baddingtonbitch]

not to endorse any non-Kylie A*stralians but...i do want more people to be aware of holly valance and her music if for no other reason than to have the necessary context that made my soul leave my body when she was in the DOA movie

[elliemarchetti]

The Queen of Fangs and Steel (Part 3)

Part 1

Part 2

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In the center of the room there were at least fifteen soldiers who had smeared the large coat of arms of the crown with mud-stained boots. They all wore armor made of black metal slats, with the exception of one: Cal’s was shining with a reddish glow, just as his eyes. Beside him was Evangeline, her hair gathered in a braid that suited her much more than the hairstyles she used to show at Summerton, before her brother’s death. She was slightly out of breath but she looked proud while holding a screaming person by the hair. At the exact moment she met her eyes, before she was thrown at the king’s feet, she recognized Walsh, and Mare searched for the prince’s support, but where she expected to see remorse she found only determination in not wanting to save the one who, in what seemed like a previous lifetime, he had sent to welcome her when she arrived at the Hall of the Sun. The cheerful and carefree servant was no longer there, or perhaps she had never existed and what she had seen was just another mask. How many more times would she have to find out at her own expense that she hadn't known the true colors of who surrounded her?

"These worms sneak into the old tunnels," growled Evangeline, who, without a shadow of a doubt, had recognized Walsh as one of her brother’s killers. "We found her stalking us near the river exits."

If only the princess had known ... Walsh wasn't stalking them, she was patrolling the railway tunnels to make sure the passage was clear for hers and Maven’s return from Naercey. They had made it, but her fate would’ve been very different and she couldn’t have done anything to prevent it, Maven's arm, holding her firmly, wasn’t needed to remind her of the horrible fact.

"We went as far as radiation detectors allowed us to go," added Cal, doing his best to ignore Walsh, who coughed and spit blood, continuing his mission report. Why did he suppress his gentle nature in that way? Why did he do his best to impress a father who barely seemed to love himself, let alone his children? That man was cruel, the perfect match for Elara, who approached the girl like a cat does with a mouse. They wouldn’t have made the same mistake twice, they would’ve made her speak, compromise everyone, ruin the Guard, and then they would’ve killed them one by one, slowly. But probably to be one of Farley's collaborators you had to be ready to die for her, and this did Walsh, when she swallowed something that in a few seconds began to make her secrete white foam from her mouth. A lethal pill, as Cal would’ve said later in a sweet voice, the same one he would’ve used if he had spoken to a child. If it usually bothered her, it wasn't like that when it came to war and death.

"It's a better death than the one we would’ve inflicted her."

"Would you have frozen her? Or maybe burned her alive, just to do something different?" Mare snapped.

Careful, she warned herself. Although his presence made her shiver, she had to resist. After all, she decided to be found on that balcony to give him hope, to make him believe he had a chance with her. It was Maven’s idea, to be honest, but he certainly couldn’t know how easy it was for her to cross the fine line that separated the lie from the truth, especially with Cal, towards whom, even when he was talking about the Bowl of Bones, she didn’t find that easy to define her feelings.

"I thought you stopped with those things. I haven't seen an execution for more than ten years," she said, trying to remember the shows she had seen when she was a child. She shouldn't forget anything, she shouldn't lose sight of her goal.

"Exceptions can be made," he replied. "Since fighting in the arenas hasn't stopped the Scarlet Guard from gaining ground, maybe something else will work."

"I still don't understand why you cared so much. You didn't even know I was different," she whispered. Even though they felt they were alone, she had learned by now that walls too had eyes and ears when the Silvers were involved. Obviously she knew it wasn't her mutation that tied Cal to her but the fact that he crossed his arms uncomfortably, as if to protect himself from something that perhaps he didn’t want to say, or perhaps he had to deny even to himself, was only a welcome confirmation. If all this hadn't happened, if she had been just a Red like the others, they could’ve had a future made of stolen moments and bittersweet caresses, but that girl died in the arena, and even if she wasn’t Mareena, she was a new Mare, more aware of the fact she could make a difference, stronger, even wrapped in silk and lies. It was that thought that gave her the strength to turn her back on him to leave him to reason on her words, that thought that prevented her from collapsing like a house of cards blown away by the wind.

 Evangeline advanced along with the other executioners, never taking her eyes off her prey. She knew that Mareena wouldn’t bring any good, but she could never have imagined that she would take away what was dearest to her in the whole world. If he were still alive, Ptolemus would’ve been there with her, roaring like a lion, letting his notorious temperament take over. It would’ve been a good show, and they would’ve had fun, but now she no longer found any joy in turning the blades in her hands; her only desire was to end it quickly, savor the revenge she deserved and return into Elane's arms , where she could’ve been able to cry, if she wanted to. Next to her, taking her place, there was her beloved’s brother, who suddenly disappeared into the blinding light only to reappear once his shirt’s sleeves caught fire in contact with Cal’s weak fire wall. With a bored gesture, Lord Osanos extinguished them thanks to a small wave, and then returned to place his impressive blue eyes on the barrier, against which his liquid sizzled and boiled, turning into dense clouds of steam that immersed everyone under the glass dome in a white, ghostly fog.

"Be ready!" Cal yelled at the Red girl, and Evangeline felt the betrayal squeeze her chest like a vice. The prince, the former prince, owed nothing to her, after all, theirs was a simple agreement,  but Ptolemus was his friend, perhaps the only true one he had, why had he done this to him? Perhaps it wasn’t the right question, not when he didn’t hesitated in beheading his own father and killing his uncle and his little cousins with a bomb, all for a cause without any chance of success. No Silver would have ever bowed to laws where the Reds were their equals, and those beasts, if they weren’t given orders and weren’t directed towards obedience, wouldn’t know how to behave, as the Scarlet Guard had shown. She just couldn't understand how she hadn't been suspected Mareena right away: she had come in a too strange way, at a perfect time to give her a position of power that would give her access to far more than all the other Reds combined, yet, although she understood that she was hiding something, she would never suspect anything so big. Obviously she had the doubt that she had been helped by Silvers and she wasn’t surprised by the fact that Julian Jacos, with his aversion to Elara, was one of them, but from making a commoner princess to supporting terrorists… the step was long, maybe too much, but it wasn’t the right time to ask questions, to think, to hesitate, not when Ptolemus would’ve did it for her without any remorse. No, she would’ve killed those assassin and then she would’ve continued to search, devoting her life to hunt down those Red devils one by one if necessary, until she exterminated the Scarlet Guard with her own hands, and if Maven wanted to help, he was welcome. After all, remembering how he was close with Mare, he too had a few reasons to hate them, even if that sudden outburst of cruelty surprised her: when he was giving his speech his eyes were wicked, full of anger and fury, and now he was applauding and inciting his champions so loudly that his voice exceeded the noise made by the crowd. A fast look and she decided to devote her attention on her former fiancée; Stralian could keep Red, after all it was a task that he could accomplish and he needed a little glory poured on his name, but Cal was hers and hers only, and decided to brand him as it by throwing him a shower of knives and metal splinters that she knew he wouldn’t be able to melt completely before at least a couple of blades could reach him since she had often fought against him, in the past. Just as she had imagined, Cal screamed in pain and for a moment he lost concentration, the perfect time to make the knives she was holding merge into a single monstrous sword, the exact copy of Ptolemus’ favourite weapon, who excelled in that type of physical combat, and try to cut the prince in half with it. Watching his guts pouring out on the sand, knowing this blade did it, was a great way to honor Tolly, and if the queen had been magnanimous, she would’ve allowed her mother’s beasts to feed on them, her twisted personal revenge.

“I didn’t killed him!” he yelled, as Evangeline poked out of the fog, her eyes bloodshot. He couldn’t even say his name and he was trying to save his life that way? He was pathetic, but she needed to know why he did it anyway, and so she asked, popping a razor-sharp whip, even if she knew she would never receive an answer. At the thought, tears stung her eyes and she threw herself on him again, but both fell to the ground, rolling in the sand. She was about to sever his carotid when someone snatched her from her prey, making her head hit hard on the ground. Cal was quick to get up, but the last thing she saw was Mare, a cut on her face bleeding red and purple lightning dancing deadly on her hands.

[evangelineartemiasamos]

So..I'm rereading Red Queen and I'm reading the Bowl of Bones scene. I totally forgot that Eve and Ptolemus accidentally killed Elane's brother. Do you think Elane ever confronted them about it? Have her and Eve worked through it? I thought about asking this as a prompt on your fanfic account, but I really just want to know if you have any ideas on how it could be handled. I love your Elane and Eve fic! Oh, and will we see Cassie again? I miss her!

IDK. Maybe I should do this, but since I’m quite certain in my characterization already, I’m unsure how to approach this. I forgot his existence along with Aveyard, I guess (I wonder why she made him Elane’s brother only to mention his death never again? Hasn’‘t she decided that Evane would be a thing at that point yet? On the other hand, her characterization of the side characters is lacking in general, so I shouldn’t be surprised the topic doesn’t appear in canon.) I guess I can find an angsty moment to mention Stralian in Paradise.

So, Cassie … I’m always glad people like my OCs. It’s great, and a little hard to believe^^ But actually, she will appear again, in the Maven fic I should (finally!) update today.

Thank you for this wonderful ask, anyway!

[torentialtribute]

Wimbledon Brit Watch: Matthew Lambert’s guide to the home-grown challenge 

Wimbledon gets underway on Monday when there will be two British in action.

Kyle Edmund begins his challenge in the men's singles event against Spain Jaume Munar while Heather Watson kicks off Court 12 against American teenager Catherine McNally.

There are eight more British competing at this year's event . Here, Sportsmail assesses their chances.

Dan Evans (left) and Kyle Edmund ( right) are two of 10 British competing at Wimbledon this year

MEN

Kyle Edmund

Age: 24

World ranking: 31

SW19 best: R3 (2018)

Hampered by a knee injury this year and looks to be missing input Freddie Rosengren, his coach who retired in February. Sneaks into the seedings at No. 30.

First round opponent: Monday, Jaume Munar (Sp, wr 88)

C hance of a Brit win: 4/5

British No 1 Edmund represents expected to go the furthest of the UK's male players

Cam Norrie

Age: 22

WR: 49

Best: R1 (2017, 18)

Pushing Edmund for the British No 1 spot after another season of solid progression, especially on the hard courts. With his big backswing on the forehand, can struggle on a nippy grass court.

First round: Tuesday, Denis Istomin (Uz, 109)

Chance of a win: 3/5

Cam Norrie is pushing Edmund for the British No. 1 spot after another strong season

Dan Evans

Age: 29

WR: 65

Best: R3 (2016)

Denied a wildcard last year after his cocaine but has earned his way. Won back-to-back titles in Surbiton and Nottingham. One of the few players in the draw who really knows how to play on grass.

First round: Tuesday, Federico Delbonis (Arg, 76)

Chance of a win: 4/5

Dan Evans enters the tournament in good form, having won at Surbiton and Nottingham

Jay Clarke (Wildcard)

Age: 20

World ranking: 166

Best: R1 (2018)

Working his way up the rankings and won his second Challenger title in Anning, China in April. His grass court season has been a write-off so far, with four first-round defeats.

First round: Tuesday, Noah Rubin (US, 183)

Chance of a win: 2/5

Jay Clarke is hoping to end a run of four consecutive defeats on grass

James Ward (Wildcard)

Age : 32

WR: 205

Best: R3 (2015)

Without a win against a top -100 player for three years, he had three in the last two weeks in qualifying for Queen s and Eastbourne. Playing well after rotting luck with injuries.

First round: Tuesday, Nikoloz Basilashvili (Geo, 16)

Chance of a win: 2 / 5

James Ward looks to have put his injuries behind him and has started to get some good wins

Paul Jubb (Wildcard)

Age: 19

WR : 472

Best: Debut

First Brit to win the prestigious NCAA US colleges singles title. Took big scalps on grass this season, including world No. 78 Andrey Rublev. Modeled his game on Novak Djokovic.

First round: Tuesday, Joao Sousa (Por, 66) 2/5

Chance of a win: 2/5

Paul Jubb was handed a surprise wildcard after winning the NCAA US colleges singles title

WOMEN

Jo Konta

Age: 28

WR: 19

Best: Semi-final (2017)

Incredible clay court season with thrilling run to the semi-finals or the French Open The No 19 seed may be a little short or match on grass after last 16 exits in Birmingham and Eastbourne.

First round: Tuesday, Ana Bogdan (Rom, 134)

Chance of a win: 4/5

Jo Konta comes into Wimbledon from the highly impressive clay court season

Heather Watson

Age: 27

WR: 122

Best: R3 (2012, 15, 17)

Won her first title since 2016 in Japan, albeit below WTA tour level , but she heads into Wimbledon on a run of four defeats in a row.

First round: Monday, Caty McNally (US, 164)

Chance of a win: 3/5

Heather Watson will be hoping to find form after suffering four defeats in a row

Katie Swan (Wildcard)

Age: 20

WR: 207

Best: R2 (2018)

Struggled with form and confidence issues in the last 12 months, when she failed to add to her first tour-level victory at Wimbledon last year. But Swan believes she has turned a corner with her game and mental state.

First round: Tuesday, Laura Siegemund (Ger, 84)

Chance of a win: 2/5

Youngster Katie Swan struggled with form and confidence issues in the last 12 months

Harriet Dart (WildCard)

Age: 22

WR: 170

Best: R1 (2018)

Reached the first Grand Slam main draw outside Wimbledon at the start of the year when she won the way into the Au stralian Open through qualifying.

First round: Tuesday, Christina McHale (US, 109)

Chance of a win: 2/5

Harriet Dart will appear at the second Wimbledon after losing in the first round in 2018

PS. The Murrays are here, too!

Andy will be making his first appearance in men's doubles since 2005 and he's playing with…

Pierre-Hugues Herbert (F)

Age: 28

WR: 21

Best: 2016 Champ

Herbert has won the career Grand Slam or doubles titles with Nicolas Mahut. He'd planned to skip the doubles here, but Murray's sacrifice was too good to turn down.

First round: Ugo Humbert (Fr) & Marius Copil (Rom)

Chance of a win: 3/5

Meanwhile, Jamie Murray and fellow Brit Neal Skupski (10th seeds) play Ivan Dodig and Filip Polasek.

Frenchman Pierre-Hughes Herbert will be Andy Murray in the men's doubles

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Baby Boy Bolognese - Mates! A sturthin’ Aussie Soap Opera (The Sydney Fringe 2017)

1 October 2017

Another funny BBB skewing of earnest popular entertainment, -this time, a fully improvised soap opera with ad breaks and every minor moment a plot climax accompanied by Serious Looks. Taking place in One Of Those Small ‘Stralian Towns, the audience contributed pre-show phrases and choices (and the contents of the Mysterious box), and then the talented cast are set loose on the material, drinkin’ cold tinnies of Vee Beeb. Minimum acting numbers this performance, just four blokes (extra humour for the family unit plot - enough to freak out “Outraged” of Warringah). “Mates” soars like the eagle that somehow worked its way into the story, which also included murders (victims all called Jesus), novel (as in book) content mines, Tim “Cloudstreet” Winton, black-clad doctors, a brilliant blokey set of sporting gear and mess. Improv-ed wonderfully, and delivered in Seriously Faced soap opera fashion with perfect dramatic stare pauses, and music from a Bass playing background – she was crucial to the effect, and grinning all the way through – as did the audience. Great fun(ny). Sturth!

Sydney Fringe Comedy 2017: Factory Theatre – 27/29 Sep, 01 Oct 2017

http://fringecomedy.com.au/single-event/?show_id=136 https://www.facebook.com/babyboybolognese/

[bougainvilea]

You're stralian right?! Did Gina mimic stralian accent to perfection?

Yes I’m Australian!! Gina’s Aussie accent wasn’t exactly the same, but it was definitely better than most american’s Aussie accents!! I liked the use of ‘drongo’ 😂 and also the fact that she got into a feud with the ‘that’s not a knife guy’

[elliemarchetti]

In the Queen of Fangs and Steel how is Volo and Larentia handling Ptolemus' death?

The Queen of Fangs and Steel (part 4)

I hope this is a fairly comprehensive answer regarding how Volo reacted. The part on Larentia will be in the next chapter.

Previous parts 

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Many things had happened since Ptolemus had died, but her parents attitude toward her never hinted at changing: they gave her to Maven, forced her to live at his court, to serve that king corrupted by his dead mother’s whispers, and made her fight in every possible occasion, a display of House Samos’ power, as if they haven’t accepted they’ve already lost their first born and they were left only with her, the shameful daughter that anyone else would’ve loved anyway, in that situation. But they were Volo and Larentia Samos, they had, or at least they showed, no emotions, and if they realized how much they risked her life every day, they didn’t cared, probably because they were convinced that once she married Maven, they would’ve been able to get rid of him, but Evangeline knew better: if and when the king would’ve died it would’ve been because he would’ve signed his own death sentence and the executioner would’ve been Mare Barrow, that despite being his biggest enemy he still kept with him, or, in the most unlikely of cases, Cal, if only her previous betrothed had managed to put aside the love for the brother he was convinced he had and had dropped the hatchet on that monster’s neck. What a ridiculous thought: Cal had no backbone and would’ve never beheaded Maven, not after what Elara had forced him to do to his own father. Anyway, however powerful Volo Samos felt and was, and they were very different things, he could do nothing against this King Calore, not the alliance to his House had any value, evidently, since Maven, during the meeting with the Cygnets, organized to try to find an agreement, a peace with the Lakelands that would bring the Reds back to his side, if there had ever been any, accepted his wedding propose. Evangeline looked at King Orrec with disgust, but she did it sideways, so as not to make the same feeling she felt for her father too obvious: what kind of man could you consider yourself, if you were willing to sell your daughter to a monster? A king, and if Evangeline had learned something in those years it was that every person who holds power isn’t a good person. His daughter, Iris, the younger of two sisters, stood perfectly still behind him. She knew her fate before she got there, just as Evangeline had known her own. They were the same, in a certain way, but as at that moment the whole pavilion was dividing them, there would always be something that would prevent them from becoming even just allies, be it Maven or the fact her loyalty, even if she was going to marry the Nortan king, belonged to the Lakelands. This, however, didn’t stop her from feeling pity when her father said it would be an honor for him to call that insolent little monster, to whom a joke of fate had given more power than he was capable or deserved to manage, son. The silence that followed that falseness was filled with the sound of chairs scratching against marble. In a swirl of black and metal, what was left of House Samos left the pavilion. Evangeline followed her father as if she were in a dream, and she didn’t felt her legs moving nor did she cared about what was going on around her: it was as if she had started to float, every weight that that life had loaded on her shoulders finally disappeared. There were no other kings she could marry, not in Norta nor elsewhere, and this one had put her aside for another woman, a princess, everything with a very clear purpose, so it wasn’t even her fault, which was a relief, because her father would’ve never forgave her, just like he wasn’t able to do for the fact she loved Elane and not Stralian, or any other man, as much as he cared. If only things had gone differently and Barrow had never entered her life, now she would’ve had Cal by her side and Elane in her heart, in her bed and in her mind, all the places she had to stay: who cared that they couldn’t get married? Tiberias V too had had a lover, and he was a man. Once she would’ve regretted that throne she would never have, but now she had other things that she missed, for what she would’ve sacrificed everything just to get them back.

“What’s the next move?” Evangeline asked when they were far enough from prying ears. It was unnerving not to be able to trust anyone, and if they had gone home to the Rift, that situation would’ve ended too, just like everything else. But not the pain, that would’ve remained forever.

“We act as if we’re loyal, so we stay with him and wait,” replied him, with his usual thoughtful expression. There were things he wouldn’t say to her, as always, but that was too little: everything at Maven’s court was corrupt, just like him, and the longer they stayed with him, the more they were poisoned by his rot, by the black caries that ate his brain and every bit of him that could be considered human, too. Even the king himself knew that there was something wrong with him, that he couldn’t be fixed either with the same ability that had broken him nor, for sure, with power; he was in pieces, and these were too small even for the best healer in the world.

“Wait for what? He had shown he doesn’t respect his greatest and strongest ally in the least, what more do you want? Do we have to sacrifice another life for these cursed Calore kings for you to understand we mean nothing to them? Who do you want to be the next? Me? Mum? Who are you still willing to lose for power? Or do you think anyone would spare us if he asked them to eliminate us? They didn’t do it for Cal and you’re wrong if you think you have more power than he did. We are just a threat to his new plan, you can’t just not see it!“ she snapped, but immediately realized that, even if she knew she was right, those words were a huge misstep. She had gone too far, and if instinct told her to run away, run as fast as she can and never come back, anger in her father’s eyes petrified her. Obviously Volo Samos must’ve seen the terror in his daughter’s eyes, but when he hit her hard enough to make her head turn the other way he didn’t cared, as it always happened when it came to her parents. When Ptolemus was there he always interceded and he had been hit in her place more than a few times. But now he was gone, and she was scared as if she was still a child.

“Never allow yourself to exploit your brother’s death for your personal advantage with me ever again,” hissed the man. “I thought you loved him more than that,” he concluded, the hoarse voice of someone with a lump in their throat, after a second of silence, and then he didn’t looked at her anymore. She wanted to scream, tell him he was the one who never loved him enough, who had always seen him only as yet another pawn in his hands, and at the same time she wanted to cry, tell him in a broken voice that he didn’t even remotely realized how much she loved him, how much she missed him, to the point that her heart ached even physically, that she felt an emptiness in her chest, a void no one will ever be able to fill in. She would’ve been never full again because someone took the other half of her, so, just like every broken thing, Evangeline stopped working in the proper way and she stood silent, thinking that her only chance of survival was to turn to the person that had broken her in the first place, the girl who had killed her brother.