#ship: colt adams

[midnightsaboteur]

@marimelwrites

[kmfdmvr]

intro post. dont read/interact: non-tcc

im a guy. born ‘09

my blsky is ‘coltgray’ and my discord is ‘kmfdmvr’

ill probably block you if your humor is too genz/tiktokish. also maybe if youre a minor. i do not want ‘cal, 14, trans, bpd’ or ‘sophie, 15, i condone 🎀’ following me 😭😭😭 i block around 70% of the people who follow me

i’m autistically obsessed with colt gray atm, as is obvious. i also post a lot abt dylan, adam, and tmc. im sort of into nikita and artyom rn and go by nikita online elsewhere, but that isnt my irl name

largely in the political spectrum im left which is confusing considering the above but oh well. im not a neo nazi like every shooter in the last three decades and im ironically very gun control (youre on a blog about mass shooters. who cares.)

DNI: those who intentionally interact with antis, dylann and ramos fans (self explanatory), colt haters, under 16 as mentioned, if you often gender bend gay ships, twitter user, shedblr (im in recovery <3!!!), literal nazis etc etc

also this blog is pro-palestine! just because eric hated iranians doesnt mean i do!

edit for tags:

colt gay - colt gray

a little to the right - thomas matthew crooks

lanzaisms - adam lanza

rebdoomedyaoi - eric harris

. eric ♡ - eric harris

⋘- ᴠᴏᴅᴋᴀ - ⋙ - dylan klebold

. dylan ♡ - dylan klebold

[pics-pizza-peace]

Saw MLP AU drabbles/headcanons pt 3.

This post includes a little bit about various different characters/cutie marks, but the only ship material featured this time is chainshipping(not much) and xrayshipping.

@j1gsawz

Adam Stanheight & Lawrence Gordon(chainshipping):

Someone reminded me that canon Adam beat a Billy puppet to pieces w/a bat(probably to check and see if there were wires/cameras/whatever in it, and possibly because he was used to nasty pranks). In this AU Adam happens to be more interested in the toy, actually asking aloud if anypony had left their art project in his place, in case they were still there for whatever reason(he grew used to other pegasi/neighbors dropping in for naps occasionally).

Lawrence admires how much Adam cares about animals and younger ponies, after he learns more about him. He can tell that plenty of his anger comes from his passion to help others in need.

Logan Nelson & Zep Hindle(xrayshipping):

When the shorter colt finds out what his friend's full name is(Sheppard), he can't help but think of it as fitting/attractive. He knows not to mention it immediately after noticing, as he doesn't want to make the other uncomfortable.

Zep used to like to paint when he was younger, but he hasn't touched a brush in years. Eventually he's inspired to try again, and surprises Logan with a portrait of his favorite species of jumping spider for his birthday.

After getting a little more used to each other's company, Logan can't help but notice how often Zep squints or closes his eyes at random. At some point it gets in the way of a conversation & visit that they can't exactly postpone. Melissa(AU name could be Melody but idk yet) was at a friend's house for the weekend, and they had planned to catch up on recent things, maybe stay in to watch a movie. Zep's migraine had other plans.

      Logan stops himself before explaining his last week's activities. They'd already gone over most of Zep's week, when he seemed to shut himself down suddenly. "...Hey, you alright?" He asks the taller pegasus laying on his couch, his beanie placed over his eyes. Zep grumbles, "No... Don't need light." The other goes to turn off his living room lamps, acting on personal autopilot. "..You having a migraine?" He continues, making sure to get a warm towel ready and trying to remember if he had any ice packs in the freezer. "..Yeah..." After a minute or two he takes his hat off of his face as he sits up and blinks, surprised at how dark the room is now.

    Zep's eyes already feel a little better when he notices Logan walking swiftly & silently towards the kitchen. "How, do you..?" He manages. "Oh, sorry," The other laughs at himself a bit, "I get that a lot. I just have Really good vision in the dark... Sorry if that's, uh creepy--do you need something warm or cold?" he calls from the kitchen. Zep takes a minute to answer, the pain gripping his jaw & ears as he thinks to try. "Warm, Please" He lays his head back down on the arm of the couch, not wanting to move to try and answer the other again.

      He didn't want to embarrass himself any further by possibly sounding weird, and his neck and head were in so much pain that it was too much effort to sound the same in the moment. Logan returned with the warm towel and placed it onto his friend's forehead carefully. "You don't need to strain yourself, just gimme a sec..." He murmured to him before trotting off to do something else in the kitchen. He could tell just from how he'd already sounded and looked that Zep couldn't force himself to keep talking, and he wanted to help as much as he could.

    Right as Zep closed his eyes again, the warm towel already helping with some of the pressure sensation, Logan walked back into the living room. "I'm brewing a cup of tea, a kind that I like to drink when I need to relax, just in case." He started quietly, "Is... Does it feel like a tension headache? Because I might know another treatment for that. If you think it'd--" Zep interrupts him, having watched his new friend inspect his hair/scalp area from a standing position for a little while now.

  "You can play with my hair, I um.. I don't mind," He replies, guessing correctly which method the other was referring to, having already tried everything for his pain over the course of his recovery. He wants to thank the other for being so kind, but before he can another wave of pain grabs him, causing him to wince.

        Logan had forgotten himself in the moment, what with it being basically pitch-black in his living room. He remembers accidentally disturbing others before with his punctual nature, and he sometimes worries that he'll scare his friend off. Lucky for him Zep doesn't seem to mind at all, he almost couldn't believe how quickly the other had read the situation and helped to alleviate his worst symptoms by at least 30%.

   The pegasus takes a deep breath and closes his eyes again, feeling safer than he's felt in a long time, despite the ongoing pain. Logan takes another minute or two to gather himself before gently using his forelegs to rub Zep's scalp, occasionally bringing them together to carefully tug a tuft or two of his hair, hoping to ease some of the tension. He makes himself look out his backdoor window as he works, trying to count fireflies while they make their silent calls to each other for the evening. The last thing he wants to do is disturb his friend, and the dark is no excuse...

As Logan wonders silently why he was so nervous about being caught staring at the other, Zep begins to feel his migraine thankfully resolving itself for now. The pain slowly but surely leaves, and is eventually replaced with ticklishness, the usual sensitivity returning to his head and neck. He opens his eyes when he's sure most of the pain's subsided, and is grateful to see Logan peacefully gazing towards the back lawn, still paying enough attention to his task to be careful. He smiles to himself and stares for another moment before a full-body chill hits him suddenly, causing him to gasp.

"Oh--!" Logan jumps at the sound, making sure not to pull his legs & hooves away from the couch too quickly. "You okay? What happened??" Zep laughs to himself and sits up, "Sorry... The pain mostly faded, but I got really ticklish right after." The other turns a couple of the lights back on in the room, chuckling as he does his best to recover from such a startle. They'd been in comfortable silence for around 20 minutes when the taller pegasus had finally made a sound. "Did you still want that tea? It's probably done brewing now." Logan offers on his way into the kitchen. Zep thinks about it for a minute before replying, and decides it wouldn't hurt to try. "Yes, please."

​Cutie Marks & Special Talents/Powers:

Logan has unnaturally good night vision for an earth pony, same with his reflexes/inuition. His "strength" is mostly in his patience, though he won't hesitate to get violent if the occasion calls for it. His old cutie mark, a spider's web and bones, came from an early interest in unusual animals/pets. He didn't want to get into anything arts-related(he briefly thought about being a writer) even though his family had history in such a path, and ended up going to war before settling into medicine... his newer cutie mark, a laser collar trap around a red spiral with a tape player, symbolizes Logan's patience/trust in John's influence & his plan for Halloran. The tape player is there to reflect how skilled a Jigsaw Protégé he is.

Lawrence can use the magic he was born with to tell if other ponies are lying or telling the truth. This power got him into trouble when he was younger, and is part of why his mental breakdown still fits into his backstory in this AU. He's very good at counting his steps without trying, measuring approximate distances at a glance. The first phase of his cutie mark is a stethoscope & a (sewing)needle, the second is a large red spiral background w/a saw & scalpel replacing the shapes of the previous tools.

Adam has always had great height-endurance when it comes to flying for a different point of view. His skill seems almost unaffected by the scar on his shoulder once he's fully recovered, as he heals well. He also has an excellent eye for color differentiation. When he is abducted for the bathroom trap, he's a blank-flank, which isn't as uncommon in this AU. After it's decided that he should live to help carry on some of John's work as well, his cutie mark finally reveals itself. It's a polaroid camera w/a large red spiral reflected in the lens, a picture of a key on a chain falling out of it.

Zep can paint really well, he just doesn't practice a lot anymore. Not sure how this'll fit into his first cutie mark matching w/his first appearance, but I'm wondering whether or not he'll have 3 phases. One for before/during the field choice, one for the pawn/apprentice stuff, and one for moving on after surviving. We'll see idk yet.

(thank you to whoever mentioned a Jersey Italian Hoffman headcanon btw because now I can't shake it for personal reasons) Mark can cook well, thanks to his background. His more distant family(grandparents, great aunts & uncles) had been amazing cooks, but their specialty was baking. He took to an early interest in perfecting specifically some of their breakfast pastry recipes(added a new flavor of glazed donut to their lineup, a raspberry donut), and helped his elders keep their favorite coffee shop open(noticed maintenance needs to do w/equipment, and helped make repairs before it could go under). When he was old enough to get into policework, most of his elders had passed away, so his cutie mark served more as an inside joke over time("wow, so fitting for the badge haha" "nobody in this city has time to stop & enjoy fresh-baked goods anymore kid, they're too busy, too angry" "thank goodness the coffee's never drying up though" *eye-roll*). His sister Angelina was studying to get into mane-styling and makeup as a career path before she was murdered(this changes, working on it soon). They were both still 'only children' born to their original parents, just raised by older & more distant relatives early. On Mark's second cutie mark, the spiral symbolizes John's influence & the natural symbol for change, and the pendulum blade reflects his loss and resulting vengeful nature.

Peter Strahm's first cutie mark was a pen layed over some papers, which reflected how well-organized and determined a learner he was in school. His intelligence and attitude could've led him to many different career paths, but his stubbornness and attention to detail led him to EBI(idk??Equestria's FBI?idk) work. His second cutie mark is a red spiral(symbolizes John's influence vicariously through Mark's actions, self exploration and acceptance of his dark side) inside of a glass coffin(he doesn't know it yet but his magic can alter glass/mirrors, and this proves useful later on).

[melishade]

During the "War Timeline"

1. When Ymir and Historia encounters Breakdown and Colt, I think they would question him as why Breakdown is protecting Colt when he is once a Decepticon.

2. Mikasa and Jean would probably observe Starscream's bipedal mode (most likely Jean would probably make fun of him for his Heels).

3. If Megatron would link the Nemesis with Dark Energon, will it happen the same as it Happened in Transformers Prime?

Part 13: Dreadwing's role Part 14

I apologize for the delayed reply. I've been working on some other things.

Ymir and Historia do end up in the water by the end of that particular ask. Meanwhile Breakdown and Colt end up driving on land away from the ship. Maybe Colt spots Ymir and Historia falling in the water and begs for Breakdown to go and get them. Breakdown initially says no, but Colt starts justifying it for tactical reasons, saying that one of them has to be a titan shifter, and the Decepticons can't have another one in their possession. Breakdown hesitates before going back into the water to get them. Both of them are passed out, but he ends up putting them and Colt in his alt mode before driving off.

When Historia and Ymir come to hours later, they spot Breakdown and immediately get on the defensive, but Colt is quickly advocating for him immediately, saying Breakdown saved him and the two of them. Historia's not buying it, since she was just recently about to get crushed by Megatron, but Ymir remembers the conversation that Breakdown was having with Knockout about his doubts and fears and convinces Historia to give Breakdown a chance. Historia relents as Ymir reassures her that if anything happens, she can transform and they're gone.

Colt does explain that he and Breakdown are going to try and find his family in one of the slave encampments. Historia and Ymir are hesitant at the idea, wanting to get back to Paradis, but Breakdown explains that dismantling those encampments can help weaken Megatron's forces. No energon, means nothing on the ship gets powered. Historia and Ymir do consider this a benefit considering Paradis' lack of technology compared to the ship, and the four of them enter an alliance for the time being.

Meanwhile, after learning about Mikasa's heritage and the Autobots being on the island, Kenshin is able to rally the remnants of Hizuru and give them hope in such a dark hour. Despite Hizuru getting destroyed in the chaos, the people are able to share their culture with Mikasa, and Mikasa can't help but be excited to learn about where she and her mother came from. It's also a good distraction from the situation that they are currently in. The way Mikasa lights up at everything makes Jean blush.

However, this also means that interrogation to Starscream has ramped up. Kenshin and Lara are threatening him to help out, and Starscream is afraid to give because Mikasa and Jean are here, and so are the Autobots, so he's afraid of his usefulness waning. He's also very well aware the Autobots still have it out for him, especially Arcee what with being Cliffjumper's murderer. Mikasa and Jean are obviously curious about him. This is the first time that they've seen a Decepticon, or a former Decepticon (As Starscream proclaims), and yeah, Jean can't help but make a jab at Starscream's heels. Like who the hell wears heels for war?!

Starscream: I'll have you know I've killed many with these! Jean: And how many times have you tripped over yourself because your heels are too high?!

Starscream: offended noises

But Kenshin is still insistent on his word. If Starscream helps, and they get to the Autobots, they'll let him go. Which Mikasa and Jean are obviously adamant about. Kenshin explains that Lara had damaged his wings, so he'll be unable to fly. (They still don't know about the loss of his T-Cog). If they let him go, it will be hard for Starscream to betray them because he can't reach a ship floating in the sky. Starscream does give vague hints on how to find a Cybertronian ship, but Mikasa ends up suggesting trying to use the Decepticon warship to find other ones. It was still grounded, maybe they could use Starscream to navigate the systems and hack into it or something.

That gets even more protest, including from Starscream. Sure, the ship is down, but the Decepticons would be on high alert, especially for the people that caused Megatron's ship to crash in the first place. If they weren't on his radar before, they certainly were now. Jean is obviously terrified at the thought, but Mikasa insists that they should at least try to figure it out. If not, then it's back to searching on the ground. Kenshin decides to go along with it because this might be the best chance at making progress that they have.

However when they get to the Nemesis, the ship is suddenly getting off the ground and flying off to who knows where, terrifying everyone on the ground.

(I would answer what Megatron would be doing with the dark energon in the Nemesis in full, because he does do that here. Consistency among the timelines. But the whole Nemesis possession deserves an asks of its own.)

[sailorspica]

its scares me that a good chunk of the characters.(notable ones too) we need to delve deeper into them ie july leos vs august leos. also how yams is a virgo himself but putting like 2 of the arguably worst characters (karina and rod reiss) as virgos. also if yams is the creator of the world, that means aot world's god is a virgo?????

begging for astrology asks

yams put himself in a sandwich between a cop (MP ralph aug 26) and karina (sept 3) like?? virgo is notably the least populated of all the signs in my all character breakdown, like he wanted to avoid himself, but the narrative weight these virgos pull does the opposite imo

on leo: you have fallen into my trap of advanced/esoteric soapboxing: decanates. so! each sign is a 30 degree wedge in the sky. the sun moves about 1-degree per day, hence why each sun sign "season" is a month long. astrologers divide these 30 degrees into 10-degree (in sun terms, 10 days) slivers called decans. there are different ancient systems of assigning planetary rulers to these decans, but the most popular, chaldean, has uses in tarot

1st decan (mostly july), ruled by saturn: willy, niccolo, sasha, dina fritz, zeke, reiner

2nd decan, approx. aug. 2-11, ruled by jupiter: onyankapon, pieck, marcel

3rd decan, approx. aug 12-22, ruled by mars: colt, keith shadis

the decans create basically 36 mini-signs, which neatly corresponds to the minor arcana of tarot without the court cards. for leo, we're in the fire suit of wands that is the most MARtial:

1st decan = ♄ = 5 of wands

2nd decan = ♃ = 6 of wands

3rd decan = ♂ = 7 of wands

the pamela colman smith cards:

the five of wands shows a kind of pointless fight. night of the end vibes. aggression for aggression's sake, prolonging a conflict because well! we're in it. i like seeing niccolo and reiner here as soldiers who came to paradis and were challenged and changed, much like the joining the cadets did for sasha and her libertarianism. but also, doesn't it look like stage combat like from stupid willy tybur's fuckass play?

the six of wands is so painfully what all the warriors, or soldiers in general, are taught to aspire to: surviving war, returning home, and earning recognition. it's a card for honorary marleyans, but the trio of characters whose birthdays are here is kinda sad: marcel never made it home; ony's home country is presumably rumbled; pieck only cares about her dad, not any wider renown or the myth of eldian atonement

the seven of wands is so... so... colt and shadis. oh my fucking god. i'm kinda ill looking at it ngl. they both could have saved themselves, if colt literally just ran for cover from falco's transformation, if shadis jumped ship like magath told him to, but they go down fighting, to protect other people. kids! shadis still looks at the 104th as his students. jesus christ

further things about leo in AoT:

of my chosen major characters the only paradisians are sasha and shadis

three sets of warrior + parent: dina fritz and zeke, reiner and sperm contributor, and pieck and her dad. we can throw in colt grice and his uncle

zeke, marcel, and colt. two brothers GOAT chapter episode

i've said this elsewhere but i'm quite sure the return to shiganshina arc happens in the fall, zeke, reiner, and pieck all had birthdays back to back on that docked marleyan warship, i assume. do they actually celebrate? doubt it

and not to be dark on your last point: virgo is a maiden, the mutable earth sign. i think it's genesis 7 where a million different translations say the abrahamic god made adam out of dust, clay, soil, etc. if there is a creator god, it's founder ymir.

[grizzledyoungimpact]

Kay's Whumptober Day #20

Prompt #20: People don't change people. Time does./Found Family Pairing: Evil Uno/Stu Grayson Mentions Of: The Dark Order, The Righteous, Hangman Page Verse: Main

Looking across the ring at the man he loved, Evil Uno wasn't sure that he even recognized him anymore. Any of the warmth, any of the kindness, that had once purveyed his Stu's eyes when they looked at one another was replaced by a coldness and cruelty. How could this happen? Who exactly was to blame for the fact that they now stood across from each other?

In the long run, as much as he loved the opportunity, the trouble had started as soon as they let Hangman Page into their ranks.

The Dark Order had still been reeling from a loss too unspeakable to name when they had decided to let Adam into their group. For a while, everything had been fine. They were a large family, but they were a family none-the-less. They were a family who banded together for the cause that was leading Adam Page to the championship. It had all seemed okay. After all, once Adam was champion then they could all focus on their own goals again. What was family for it not supporting each others dreams?

Colt Cabana was the first to leave their little family, though Uno wouldn't exactly say it had been on his own free will. The arrival of a certain punk to AEW had driven Colt away, no matter how much the fact was denied. Not even a month later, Stu had come to Uno and let him know that he would be leaving soon as well.

Uno hadn't really been surprised when Stu had broken the news to him. An outgoing and warm as Uno had always been, even in his early career, Stu was his anti-thesis. Stu preferred to be on his own, living off the land and by his own accord. It was a gentle difference between the tow, but it was one Uno had always known would one day separate them. So Stu had decided to stay back and look after the gym the duo ran together, The Keep, and Uno would go on the road as the somewhat single braincell of the Dark Order.

Life had only gotten worse after that.

Two more members of the team had left and while Uno trip to keep the others happy, it wasn't easy. Alarick had moved on to greener pastures to make an impact. Anna Jay had decided that she needed to show her appreciation for an industry legend. The issue had been the betrayal at the hands of Preston Vance. It hurt, God it hurt, but Uno kept moving for John and Alex. For Negative One. He was sick of losing people that he cared about from his family, but he had to keep going for them.

And then, like a ray of hope, Stu had come to Uno's aid. He had returned to AEW to defend his friends. Everything felt right again, be it being able to stand shoulder-to-shoulder in the ring again or just the sound of Stu's snores in an otherwise quiet hotel room. He felt whole again, even as he and the rest of the Order were shipped off to Ring of Honor. It was like nothing had changed except for the venue.

Or, at least, Uno hadn't picked up on anything changing. Not until the obvious answer now stared at him from across the ring.

The Righteous, the team of Vinny Marseglia and Duthc, had started trying to recruit Stu to their side. Every time Uno caught a conversation, he tried to end it. While Marseglia and Dutch appealed to the side of Stu that yearned for a life free of judgment, Uno hadn't realized that they had made another appeal. Vinny had pointed to the way Uno and Stu had started their careers, as violent fighters and masters of their own fates, to the jokes they played now. "People don't change people, man. Time does." Uno had heard Vinny whisper to his partner once.

Uno hadn't believed Stu would let time change him, but maybe in the long run, Uno reflected that time had changed himself more.

[underwxrldprincess]

🐈‍⬛ About me 🗡️

Coucou! My name is Bianca (she/they), and I'm 21 years old. I'm a part of the project Marauders for Jews, started by @rmoony12.

Other facts about me:

🥀 autistic

🥀 black swan Patronus

🥀 Cabin 13

🥀 cat person

🥀 French, Italian, and Korean

🥀 genderfluid

🥀 Horned serpent

🥀 INTJ

🥀 kins Nico di Angelo and Regulus Black

🥀 Ombrelune

🥀 Slytherin

Fandoms:

🪐 Disney

🪐 Harry Potter

🪐 Les Misérables

🪐 Marauders

🪐 Miraculous Ladybug

🪐 Percy Jackson/Riordanverse

I love:

🖤 advocating for the Hispanic/Latino and Jewish communities

🖤 astronomy

🖤 black cats

🖤 desserts/sweets

🖤 Félix Fathom

🖤 Greek mythology

🖤 history (especially British history)

🖤 jellycat bunnies

I hate:

🌑 ab*sive parents

🌑 bigotry

🌑 Colt Fathom

🌑 disrespecting my boundaries

🌑 inhumanity

🌑 loud noises

🌑 not taking "no" for an answer

🌑 oppressive people

My favourites:

☕️ actor: Timothée Chalamet

☕️ aesthetics: dark academia and goth

☕️ animals: cats, crows, peacocks, rabbits, and swans

☕️ book: Les Misérables

☕️ children's books: Sleepovers and The Worst Thing About My Sister

☕️ classical piece: Salut d'Amour

☕️ colours: black and silver

☕️ countries: Denmark, France, Israel, Italy, Japan, Mexico, Moldova, South Korea, and the United Kingdom

☕️ Disney animal: Marie

☕️ Disney man: Adam/the Beast

☕️ Disney girls/women: Alice and Elsa

☕️ drink: black tea

☕️ films: The Collini Case and The King's Speech

☕️ flower: lily of the valley

☕️ food: sushi

☕️ fruit: peach

☕️ gemstone: amethyst

☕️ Golden Trio era character: Luna Lovegood

☕️ Greek gods: Apollo, Ares, Artemis, Athena, Hades, and Hermes

☕️ Harry Potter next gen character: Scorpius Malfoy

☕️ historical figure: Winston Churchill

☕️ kwami: cat or peacock

☕️ Marauders era characters: Andromeda Black, Barty Crouch Jr., Dorcas Meadowes, James Potter, Narcissa Black, Regulus Black, and Sirius Black

☕️ Miraculous Ladybug characters: Adrien Agreste, Amélie Graham de Vanily, Émilie Agreste, Félix Fathom, Kagami Tsurugi, Luka Couffaine, and Nathalie Sancoeur

☕️ mlm ships: Jegulus and Solangelo

☕️ mythical creatures: elves, fairies, mermaids/sirens, and vampires

☕️ place: the Louvre

☕️ planets: Pluto and Uranus

☕️ Riordanverse characters: Bianca di Angelo, Jason Grace, Luke Castellan, Nico di Angelo, Piper McLean, Thalia Grace, and Zoë Nightshade

☕️ Sanrio characters: Chococat and Kuromi

☕️ season: winter

☕️ shows: Chloe's Closet and Miraculous Ladybug

☕️ straight ships: Adrinette, Feligami, and Tedromeda

☕️ superheroes: Argos and Loki

☕️ wlw ship: nobleflower

Q&A:

Q: What's in your bag?

A: Book, charger, compact mirror, hair ties, laptop, snack, star hairclips, and my wallet.

Q: What's your Enneagram?

A: Probably either a 1, 4 or 5. Most INTJs are 1 or 5, but I have high Fi for an INTJ (hence the 4). I thought I was a 1w9 for a while, but apparently I don't have a lot of 9 traits. I might be a 5w4.

Q: Describe your style.

A: The more I stand out, the better! I'm not a T-shirt and sweatpants girly (if anything I don't even own a T-shirt or sweatpants, I'm not even joking).

I usually wear small black tops in the summer and Regulus Black-style sweaters in the winter. I wear a lot of black. I like jeans as much as I like plaid skirts with fishnet tights. I usually wear either black boots or green Converse sneakers.

And accessories and jewelry! Bracelets, caps, earrings, chokers, fingerless gloves, rings, you name them! I feel naked without them. I do only wear silver, though, and never gold. I also wear black nail polish.

Q: What kind of weather do you like?

A: Sunny when I'm outdoors but cloudy/rainy when I'm indoors. Snow is always good. In general, I prefer the cold over the heat.

Q: Would you like to have any children in the future? Do you have a gender preference? If so, what would you like to name them?

A: Only if I meet the right person to raise them with. In the meantime, I'm in the process of healing from some of my parents' ab*se and neglect. Also if I do, I'll only adopt or foster because I don't want to get pregnant.

I don't have a specific gender preference: if anything I want a daughter AND a son. I'm dead-set on the names Amélie and Félix (I haven't thought of second or third names yet). But I'll support them if they end up identifying as transgender and/or choose to go by another name.

Q: What do you see yourself doing in the future?

A: Hopefully continue singing, writing and creating content on social media. I also want to start modeling.

More personally, I want to move out of home, heal my inner child, and be the person I was meant to be before the ab*se.

Q: What's on your wish list?

A: Black cat calico critters, clothes from Hot Topic, Duusu plush, goth jewelry, jellycat bunnies, more Riordanverse books, plane tickets, platinum blonde skunk streaks in my hair, Slytherin merch, and The Best Sleepover in the World book.

Q: What are your hobbies?

A: I listen to music, read, sing, write, and obviously create content for social media. I would love to re-learn ballet, figure skating, and the piano though, I did them when I was a kid but would love to explore them again.

Q: If you could choose, which kwami would you want?

A: Probably either the butterfly or snake. It would be nice to give power to those who don't have the power, put oppressors under my control, and go back in time to reverse mistakes.

Q: What kind of music do you listen to?

A: Mostly either Disney or musicals - I know the Les Misérables and The Hunchback of Notre-Dame soundtracks by heart. I also listen to classical, opera/operatic pop, and 70s pop.

Q: What do you look for in a significant other?

A: I'd prefer someone who's more different from me than similar: Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, with James Potter and/or Will Solace vibes.

I also think that having the same hobbies/interests is nice, but I wouldn't mind someone who is more sporty, as long as they also like some of the other things I like. After all, I would still want some alone time in a relationship.

I do, however, think that having the same values is very important for a lasting relationship, especially since I care a lot about human rights. For example, I could never date someone who's anti-Zionist - they have to be a Zionist or at least neutral.

Hypothetically, I think blondes are gorgeous, but I usually fall for brunettes. But I'm honestly not picky about looks - I care more about overall vibes, personality, and values.

Q: What's your sexuality?

A: I identify as aroace, with little romantic attraction to men and little sexual attraction to men and women. But I've never been in any kind of relationship, let alone been on a date or kissed anyone, so mostly I just think of myself as aroace.

Q: How do you take your tea?

A: English breakfast tea with one sugar packet.

Q: If you merged the ladybug and cat miraculouses, what would you wish for?

A: In the words of Argos: "a better world, a free world, where no one will be under anyone's control anymore, where no one will be excluded like I was."

Q: Who is a woman you admire?

A: Princess Alice of Battenberg. She was deaf but learned to speak several languages, and helped Jewish refugees escape during the Holocaust.

Boundaries:

♟️any antisemitism = immediate block

♟️As I mentioned previously, I am genderfluid, so I will update my labels/pronouns when necessary.

[the-firebird69]

That is a few more things are trained and that we should make a note of.

-it's a huge number of people who are trying to get out to harass people here we noticed it this morning there's just an enormous number of people bothering people and it is it's close and match more like and they're bothering the pseudo empire and they're born bothering them for electronics they simply don't know how to make them. It's a lot of noise and a lot of hassle and really distracts people and the angers them and is a heads up and they are going to go after them it is a technique that has never been proven to work and that's what they've chosen to do and even with a robotic army you still need to have ships and it's looked at us some kind of a foolish thing to do but that's what it is and it's going on now a lot of it

-we have calls from all over the world recently in this morning and then many more have to post for them for us to produce their beer and some of them are viable we have just a lot of calls and we can read them out by the phone number but we have about 20 that are serious and they're real brand beer. Molson is one of them and no. But one of them is straws and low in brows one and they want to make the beer and they were making it before. A certain company and undercut the price and we're wondering if it's viable but really they're making the stuff they're making a lot of it it's kind of hard to do that. A few ones that are notable was slits that's another it's Schlitz and several other brands we've been talking about Colt 45 is one of them half in a rougher half in refer and they're trying to get that going but they can't seem to do it and they want us to grow it and they'll have a small facility and we can help them figure out how to prove exactly we did say that to them we would rearrange their facility and get the Brew process working to have the exact same recipe and brew and they like it because they think they can take it all over but they can't usually they don't have the ability so we're picking up these what you would call probably remote beers and we're getting ready to make them one of them that came up this morning is an interesting beer it didn't go too far but it is a world famous Brew and it is not Sam Adams but it's similar it's our son used the word once recently but not for quite a while this beer Meister and you remember things like that different type of memory this beer is pretty good and some colored Meister Brown and there's not a different version it's beer Meister and it's a German Brew and so when you find in most of the beer halls and people know that and try to sell it in regular cans and didn't work they haven't can it's shaped like a keg in Germany and they tried selling it in that and it didn't work but if you combine the two it works and they notice them but you can't sell that much cuz it cost more yeah cost more to sell severe in a funny kid and you don't really want to do that but he says you can't really sell that type of beer in a regular can at least it shouldn't be at first and he is right they sell it in a larger can not as big as fosters but pretty big and it's a special groove in a forecast and people will notice it in a lot of people will buy it because of the packaging but it's really the beer. My son had some wasn't supposed to to try it and it said boy that is good and you didn't want to drink because he's in a foreign country but it was really nice. They had a Belgian beer named na and we might produce the Belgian beer with alcohol at first and without later on and that would be us and we do know why.

These things are happening right now too huge orders are requested from some of them and some of them have actually a program and have started to try and Brew and they just can't get the Brew right the waters not good and they need help with it and we can do that and they would set up their brewery consult and would send people who are theirs from our plant to restructure to clean the equipment to put in the proper valves and pressures and cooking machines and timers and sensors and it really needs all of that to be redone and we have a lot of it so he says we probably go up and start a pilot version of it and part of the plant and see if they can actually do it and that's not a bad idea and it would be like incognito and they would test the beer locally and we like that idea. Because you're probably do that but it's really a smart thing to do. I'm getting going on a lot of ideas but the parting out idea has started this morning there's a huge call for it it's a giant number of people is about 10 factories that are going to open from now until next week and they're big and they plan to park cars out fiber in San Francisco five of them and he's trying to get ahead of it now more shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

[boyakishantriage]

She'd drawn a sword. It'd been about a month, they'd picked up their shipment and were on their way to their destination, when she jumped away from the ledge.

"The- Ellie what's."

A rupture appeared where she was looking, her eyes following a shape as a pair of ships appeared.

The alien turned to look, a pair of ship as he stepped back, and slammed the emergency button. Lights blazing as he turned to the Terran. Yeah, so she was gone.

She'd rush past the cafeteria, the cook managed a glance as she'd rushed past, zipping past, kicking off a corner and rolling into a sprint. Adam looked at the cook,

"... So. What's the red lights for again?"

The human sprinted past, the captain's bear like body managing to shout after her as she slid down the stairs rolling to the floor as she got up, grabbed her face and then shook it off. And then she was gone, sprinting down the hall towards. The hold. Where unruly crew, passengers and or prisoners...

The captain reached for his back, his gun was gone. As was his pistol, radio and then he froze. Head swirling as he quickly turned. Snapping orders at his inner circle.

"Yana, go armoury. Jawa, you gather or tell people hide."

The Ursian jumped down the stairs, the human standing as she fiddled with the gun, before firing at the door. A pellet striking the burnt walls as she muttered.

"Like an M4Acog... Oh hi captain."

He stared at the human, managing to open his mouth,

BZZT

The sound came from the hangar, the woman reaching into an empty sack she'd left since she got here, pulling out. Was that a human grenade?

The moment the metal cutting was almost done, she'd pulled the pin and thrown the small device.

"YEET"

The strange shout appeared to do nothing as the round tube went up, then fell down into the falling metal door. Pirates aiming guns down, as a small cylindrical thing rolled to their feet.

"... Quar?"

A flash of light, leaving a ringing sound

The human ran into the room, a kick, jump and then she was cartwheeling while shooting into the pirates, the flash grenade dazing several of the pirates as she fired blindly into the ship. Slamming against the hangar wall, a pellet managing to graze her shirt. Now dropping the laser gun, she drew her revolver, as the large alien barley managed to miss the shot.

The pirates had clearly not expected that, a sniper now aimed down the hall of the ship as the wall behind the Terran began to get cut.

"MOTHERFUCKERS"

She drew her sword, holstering the revolver as she snapped to him.

"Toss one!"

The captain looked at her, missing a bullet. Then he looked at the bag. Pulling out a sphere, he chucked it at her. The laser sight held the position, but they clearly didn't know what it was or what it did, their loss. The human had carefully placed the sphere on the ground, what was her plan? The metal would surely drop onto the device and then- Ah.

The metal exploded, surprising the pirates long enough for a loud.

BANG

To go off, a bullet through the head of the largest alien, a single Terran with her sword cocked the Colt revolver.

"Morning. Hands in the air."

Guns raised at her, a garble of sounds as I let off a shot, dropping to the floor as I swung diagonally. Sweeping my legs, as I threw my weapon at another target. Cocking the weapon, I let off another shot leaving the last pirate to glance at his friends, one with a gaping hole revealing what was probably their stomach, another with a sword through their throat and another who's head had exploded. The alien glanced back, the hand getting shut off as the Terran reloaded her gun, three bullets left and fully cocked.

The Terran eventually called to the captain.

"OI, PINEAPPLE!"

The captain glanced at the bag, green with bumps. Similar to what he was told was a pineapple. He threw it, BANG, the Terran immediately jumping into the ship, letting off a shot as she sliced a pirate's barrel off. Sliding into the sniper, pushing legs from under the girl? Probably, didn't matter really since the gun sent her flying.

The Terran was insane, several loud bangs as the pirates next door glanced at the wall beside them, moving into the room beside them as there came a wail. A tortured scream, as she held the sniper at gunpoint.

"ALRIGHT. NOBODY MOVE."

The pirates glanced at each other, one of them barking orders. His partner, and the revolver wasn't even cocked or loaded. And it appeared her sword was currently stuck in the barrel of one of them. She glanced at the captain, then straight through the alien in front of her as she pushed the aliens into a hall. Holding the captain hostage as he noticed his gun.

The Terran had throwing the woman into the pirates, rolling over herself as she jumped over the Ursian, slamming against the wall. Barking in a similar manner to the pirates, I crawled to the bag and rifled out a few more bullets. Shoving a toy in one hand, as the man leapt out the way, bullets firing from the ship as I held a antigrav cube in hand.

Of all things. She held an anti gravity cube in hand, her gun holstered and a second blade behind her back. She glanced to me.

"Hey. Captain, tell those pirates or whatever that this thing can create craters of moons."

He obliged, the woman pushing. What were probably the remains of his radio, a she slowly walked forward. The alien scoffed.

"That? That is a toy!"

"... Tell them She'd figured a way to reverse polarity, basically she'll make a black hole unless you surrender."

"..."

"Tell them it might sound ridiculous, but I've linked it to my heart. I'm gonna send both us and you to hell."

"There's no word for hell."

"Then say the worst afterlife."

He obliged, the captain of the pirates scoffing as he raised his gun. Her gun smoking as a bullet forced him to drop his weapon. Cocking the weapon, she stepped forward aiming the gun at her head.

"... What are you doing!?"

"Making a stupid decision."

"Are you-"

"Ok, so I lied. It probably won't take the entire ship. Just. Around 3 metres from the epicentre? Probably??"

"... You don't know??"

"Hey. I managed to guess the impact this black hole would have in ten seconds, this is just a jerry rigged version of a bomb a friend of a friend made."

The pirates dropped their weapons as she threw the cube forward. Gun held at her head, and then she pulled out a grenade. A green sphere and handle, she winked at the man.

"Tell them to get into the prisoner chambers, if they ask tell them you called me an idiot." She nodded, as she stood there. Grin turning into a frown as she mimed her sassing the captain.

The man followed, barking orders at the captain as the pirates held their hands up.

BANG

She'd let off a shot, the pirates small gun still attached to his hand as she picked the small device up, holding both grenades in both hands as she threw one, a knife, her gun and the mini black hole generator into the air. One after another.

"... Ellie. What are you doing?"

"juggling."

"Why?"

"terror tactics."

"..."

"just close the cell for me."

She began walking forward, kicking the miscellaneous items as she began pushing the pirates into the cells. The doors locked a she caught the gun, fired a shot and continued juggling, looking away as she threw the grenade into the cell. The pirates scrambled, standing against the cell walls as the fake grenade gave off a harmless pop.

The Terran continued to juggle, back peddling into rooms, then a BANG would go off then she'd called out.

"Hey, why is there a Coalition emblem in here?"

"What?"

"Don't move captain, I'll bring it to you. Just gotta break this man's arm off."

"ok? Wait did-"

"GARGOBORBLE"

She dragged the crying alien out, throwing the pirate into the hangar as she cocked her revolver once more.

"You have fun, I'm gonna see who's in the other ship."

She walked off, the pirate's arm snapped cleanly off as the sound of a young child screaming came out.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST."

Turned out the pirates were actually just rebels from some other system, with families. The alien she'd broken the arm of was their teen son and she'd shot the head off a couple initiative taking mercenaries.

"... So, sorry I guess for breaking your son's arm. Better question is why do you have what appears to be piranhas."

The pirate looked at her.

"the meat munchers?"

"... They're called red bellied piranhas."

"Meat muncher"

"Same thing. They're native to Earth."

The man looked at the woman.

"Terra."

Supplied the captain.

"Ah."

An awkward silence before the human asked.

"ok. So is this the part where I blow his wife's brains out?"

The man nearly jumped out the chair as Ursian looked at her.

"excuse me?"

"What?"

She looked at the captain, as the man let out a nervous laugh at her casual sharpening of her blade.

Ultimately, they kicked her out the room. Partly because her logic of breaking every bone in the slut's body and also because the room was only big enough for the captain and other other human.

[midnightsaboteur]

one muse riding the other while the tv plays in the background,  movie forgotten entirely. colt with your choice

Location Based Smut Prompts

@nghtdsires

“That’s it, baby, ride that dick.” Colt’s low, huskily toned murmur barely cut above the television still playing on the other side of the room, but it was still loud enough to be heard by Natalia as she rode him. On paper, and by all rights, the two should’ve never met. She was a professor whilst he was a mechanic, their professional worlds so apart, yet their natural chemistry ignored that from the moment they’d met. Simply put, Colt couldn’t get enough of her and that was shown many times over that night. It went from how he rolled his hips athletically for continual deep, targeted thrusts inside her, through to the way he’d started their encounter by slipping his hand into her panties during the first fifteen minutes of the movie. The same hand now held Natalia’s hip firmly to help her remain upright, whilst his other alternated between admiring her thigh and her chest. As Colt continued thrusting into her and Natalia met him with her hips in kind, Colt couldn’t stop moaning and grunting to how good her sex felt, the only other sound between the two after their words being the distinct hit of their skin slapping together over and over again.

[victorianwestpiano]

Colt appreciation day:

It has been years since I watched the movie Spirit Stallion of the Cimarron, and this songs fits Colt perfectly.

[bog-o-bones]

Who the hell is CM Punk and why is he “All Elite”?

If you’re reading this post, you’re most likely somebody who’s heard the latest buzz around the wrestling world: CM Punk is back! But who exactly is CM Punk? You’ve probably heard the name before, either in the context of pro wrestling or as part of his time in UFC, and have always wondered what the big deal is about the guy. You’ve also probably seen or heard about All Elite Wrestling, up-and-coming wrestling promotion airing live Wednesday and Friday nights on TNT. But what exactly is AEW as well? That’s where this post comes in. In this long-ass post on Tumblr, you’ll be given a crash course on the history of one of pro wrestling’s most iconic superstars as well as the abridged history of AEW, the premier wrestling promotion in North America, allowing you to (hopefully) understand the significance of Punk’s return to the squared circle as well as give yourself significant knowledge of AEW enough that you can begin to enjoy the weekly shows they put out!

Okay, so who the heck is this CM Punk guy anyway?

To put it simply, CM Punk is one of the most significant pro wrestlers of the 21st century as well as the history of the industry itself. While he’s not on the level of mainstream recognition as Hulk Hogan or Stone Cold Steve Austin, Punk’s contributions to pro wrestling are arguably as important to the industry. To understand Punk’s significance, you need to have a little history lesson about the industry in the early-to-mid 2000′s.

When you think of professional wrestling, you probably think of one name above all: WWE, World Wrestling Entertainment. WWE was, and still is, the most mainstream wrestling promotion ever. People associate all wrestling with WWE, no matter what. But what about what’s below WWE in terms of recognition? The Minor League Baseball to its MLB? To that, we have to look at the independent scene.

The independent scene is, simply put, the underground punk rock of pro wrestling. It’s where the stars make the names for themselves to rise to the success. Indie wrestling is important because it’s where Punk began. CM (the initials jokingly standing for whatever is on his mind at the moment, ranging from “Cookie Monster” to “Charles Montgomery” or “Chicago Made”) Punk began his career in the independent scene around the turn of the millennium. He rose to significant prominence in the promotion Ring of Honor, one of the most premiere indie leagues in the United States. This prominence was brought on by Punk’s oozing charisma and wrestling talent, making him one of the best known “underground wrestlers” at the time. Then, in 2005, Punk signed a contract with the major league: he was WWE bound.

To regale you with Punk’s career in WWE would require an entirely separate post, so I’ll spare you the specifics and get to the good stuff: Punk was over in WWE. “Over” of course meaning the fans loved him. And why shouldn’t they? Big time wrestling fans knew Punk from his days in ROH and to see him rise to be on national television broadcasts and pay-per-view was rewarding. To those who were introduced to him, he was a fantastic talent and provided immense entertainment because of his talent in the ring and outside it.

Later on in his career at WWE, Punk provided one of the most scathing promos of all time, criticizing the company for its horrific decision-making and idiotic management. The promo was a “worked shoot”, wrestling lingo for a promo that seems like it’s breaking character but is all planned out (Punk was allowed to say anything he wanted, no matter if it was in character or not) but it was still extremely satisfying for the fans who agreed wholeheartedly with Punk about the state of WWE at the time. This promo (now known as the “pipebomb promo”) is just one of the many reasons why CM Punk has remained an immense fan favorite. The idea of a wrestler taking the mic, airing their grievances, and showcasing how a major corporation treated their employees with disdain and damnation is utterly unlike anything seen since Stone Cold Steve Austin back in the late 90′s. Punk, to many people, was one of the first of many “indie stars” that WWE had “poached” from the independent scene, turning them into corporate icons, stripping away their unique qualities as a person and transforming them into recognizable brands to sell merchandise with. To see Punk spit back at the WWE made a lot of people realize that enough was enough for them. Punk was the voice of the voiceless, a wrestler echoing throughout the halls that he wasn’t just a brand to slap onto a cheap mass-produced product, that he was a wrestler (in the mid-2000s at WWE, the term “wrestler” was seen as an irrelevant term, the terms “sports entertainer” and “superstar” preferred by management) in this business to prove himself as the Best in the World. And like clockwork, on July 15th, 2014, Punk was removed from WWE’s active roster after he had effectively walked out of the company weeks prior.

One of the most significant events post-WWE with Punk was his appearance on close friend Colt Cabana’s Art of Wrestling podcast. Colt’s podcast was known for featuring “shoot interviews”, basically interviews with wrestlers out of character detailing backstage information and telling stories. Punk’s episode of the podcast is significant as it eventually led to a total legal dispute with one of WWE’s doctors whose misdiagnosis of a staph infection was one of the reasons for Punk’s departure from WWE. Along with that, Punk’s general dissatisfaction with the “WWE Machine” as it’s been coined was another reason, with him even mentioning at times post-retirement that WWE was responsible for him never wanting to wrestle again. And so it seemed, as Punk later on signed with UFC in an attempt to get a MMA career off the ground, that the legacy of CM Punk ended with his tenure at WWE.

Until, that is, the wrestling world got a little...elite...

Okay, so I get who CM Punk is now, but what’s this All Elite Wrestling business?

AEW, All Elite Wrestling and the sole reason you’re reading this post right now, is the second biggest wrestling promotion in North America and quite possibly the world. Its inception begins with a group of wrestlers signed to the aforementioned Ring of Honor and a little bet made with wrestling journalist Dave Meltzer on Twitter.

Meltzer had proclaimed on Twitter that ROH did not have the capability to sell 10,000 tickets to an arena-run wrestling event. ROH-signed wrestlers Cody Rhodes (son of Dusty Rhodes and brother of Dustin Rhodes f.k.a. “Goldust”) and tag team brothers Matt and Nick Jackson (known as “The Young Bucks”) took Meltzer up on the bet and immediately scouted an arena for such an event. Partnering with Ring of Honor along with other wrestling promotions around the world such as Lucha Libre AAA Worldwide, Impact Wrestling, and New Japan Pro Wrestling, the trio promoted the event as All In and managed to sell out the arena in less than 30 minutes, even exceeding the goal by an extra thousand or so, becoming the largest attended wrestling event not held by industry leader WWE since 1993.

Naturally, the success of such an event caught the attention of many leaders in many industries. The idea that an independent wrestling event could create such a huge success in a time where WWE was kingpin of the industry was unprecedented. It was clear that the wrestling world was ready for a change and the numbers didn’t lie.

On the 1st of January 2019, All Elite Wrestling was announced with the running of All In’s sequel event Double or Nothing which would also be the inaugural pay-per-view event for AEW itself. Backing the company financially was Jacksonville Jaguars owner Shahid Khan along with his son and co-owner of the Jaguars Tony Khan, who would lead the company as president, CEO and head of creative. The announcement of the company was peppered with signings of some of independent wrestling’s hottest stars such as “Hangman” Adam Page, Joey Janela, Britt Baker, and Kenny Omega, often cited as the greatest wrestler in the world with multiple 5 star+ matches under his belt. Also announced were some of the most interesting inclusions: former WWE stars Chris Jericho and PAC (f.k.a. Neville) had joined as well. At the premiere event of Double Or Nothing, the most shocking addition to the roster made his debut as well: Jon Moxley, formerly known in WWE as Dean Ambrose, one of the highest-profile stars in recent history had jumped ship from top of the card in WWE to the newest promotion. Ripples in the wrestling world had turned into immense shock waves.

Alright, I kinda know the history now but why is AEW so important?

AEW’s significance today cannot be understated. Before its inception, the world of professional wrestling consisted of two pillars: WWE and the independent scene, and the two could not be less equal. WWE was seen by many as the top of the line, the area where a wrestler could be seen by the most eyes and where they could be paid top dollar moreso than any indie promotion. But it was also seen, as detailed earlier by CM Punk, as a place of dull, corporatized profiteering. WWE does not treat its wrestlers as characters in engaging, eventful stories. To the WWE, the wrestlers are no more than brands, recognizable faces and repetitive phrases that they can slap onto t-shirts and other merchandise to sell for a quick buck. WWE as a company does not care about the world of professional wrestling, even recently going so far as to call themselves not a “wrestling company” but an “entertainment” company. Wrestlers in WWE are not given the opportunity to come up with material they think will best suit the story of the match and appease the fans, they are given pre-written scripts of dialogue to act out as if they were in a movie and storylines meant to tell the story the writers want to tell rather than what the fans want to see.

For many wrestlers, the art of wrestling is a finely tuned craft. WWE’s corporate micromanagement of the whole process is utterly disrespectful and soul-crushing. At AEW, the story is different.

AEW’s creative team allows its wrestlers to do whatever they think the fans will like. While not necessarily allowing the wrestlers full creative control (Tony Khan, after all, has the final say on things), AEW at least allows the wrestlers flexibility to try new things without being railroaded by storylines. This results in characters like Orange Cassidy (see above) a wrestler whose entire gimmick is that he just doesn’t care. In his matches, he’ll lazily loaf about the ring, putting in the bare minimum effort at attacking his opponents except when the opponents REALLY strike back at which Cassidy explodes into an array of athletic fury while simultaneously never losing his cool. And it works! The gimmick worked insanely well on the independent scene, away from the strict guidelines of a major corporation who probably would not understand it, and fans adored Cassidy’s laidback, lazy attitude. And in AEW, Cassidy’s gimmick transfers flawlessly due to the company’s trust in Cassidy to make it work. And so, AEW remains a place where wrestlers can succeed not at the whims of an out-of-touch old man playing with his action figures in a way that satisfies only himself, but at the whims of creative people who believe in the equally creative minds out in the squared circle who themselves believe in the hearts of the audience, understanding full well what it is they want to see when they come to or tune into a wrestling program.

There are a multitude of other reasons AEW is probably the best wrestling promotion on the planet (ease of access, LGBT diversity among the roster) but the creative freedom it allows its wrestlers remains one of the greatest.

Okay, now I kinda get the appeal. So where does CM Punk tie into this?

As with any new promotion heavily allowing for greater creative opportunity for its wrestlers, fans are gonna want to see their big favorites join the roster. Names like Daniel Bryan, Aleister Black, Adam Cole etc. known from their time on both the independent scene and at WWE have been tossed around a lot during discussions in the past as far as who should jump ship to the promotion that will best suit them. But one person has always been the biggest “what-if” when it comes to joining AEW: CM Punk. As laid out earlier, CM Punk’s dissatisfaction with WWE was wholly responsible for his greater retirement from the pro wrestling scene. And when there’s only one really significant promotion on the market, why bother? Punk has been vocal in the past on Twitter, in interviews and many other places that his love for the business of pro wrestling was soured and that something truly significant would be required for him to return. It seemed natural to fans that, should AEW prove to be a significant competitor to WWE that, somehow, some way, it could lead to the in-ring return of one of the best to ever step foot in it. And when AEW announced it would be running the second episode of its brand-new show Rampage at the United Center in Chicago, Punk’s hometown, the rumors began to fly.

Punk himself is known for joking about and debunking rumors, hearsay and other lies about his potential signing with any wrestling-related outlets. So when the rumors began to fly that Punk was signing with AEW...the man himself stayed uncharacteristically quiet. And the wrestling world began to gasp...was it true, then? Teasers were thrown about here and there on AEW programming, small things that could go either way but to hardcore fans seemed to understand were plain as day. Punk himself even got in on the action, posting cryptic videos on his Instagram that fans eventually linked to the United Center and a return for the Best in the World. It’s been known as wrestling’s “worst-kept secret” and today, it was revealed in all its glory.

CM Punk, one of the original independent wrestling superstars, one of the few men responsible for changing the culture of professional wrestling in the 21st century, had finally returned home.

Okay, that was pretty explanatory. So now, where the heck can I watch all this?

Excellent question! AEW currently has three methods of airing content:

- Through their network TV shows aired on TNT

- Through their YouTube channel

- Through pay-per-view events

AEW Dynamite is the company’s flagship show airing Wednesdays at 8:00 EST/7:00 CST on TNT. All the company’s major storylines are told on Dynamite and the show usually runs for ~2 hours. There are over 90+ episodes of Dynamite and its not really required that you see every single one though there are many episodes that have aired in the past that feature matches, promos, and other segments worth checking out.

AEW Rampage is the company’s second show and currently only has two episodes aired. It also airs on TNT, Fridays at 10:00 EST/9:00 CST. Rampage has been given the description of being a little more “action-packed” than Dynamite, with shows only lasting for a single hour and featuring little promo time instead focusing primarily on matches themselves.

The company’s biggest stories tend to culminate in one of its four annual pay-per-view events. AEW pay-per-views are available via WarnerMedia's B/R Live service in the United States and Canada, and on FITE TV internationally. Additionally, AEW PPVs are also available via traditional PPV outlets in the United States and Canada and are carried by all major satellite providers. AEW PPVs generally cost around $50-60 and run for about four hours or so.

In addition to the two TNT shows and pay-per-views, AEW also runs two weekly shows on its YouTube channel, AEW: Dark and AEW: Dark Elevation. Both shows are generally referred to as AEW’s “developmental” shows, created mostly for unsigned or up-and-coming talent to showcase themselves in a taped format that forgoes the traditional network TV deals for easier access online. Dark and Dark Elevation’s differences are negligible but both tend not to crossover too much with the main shows, although some stories definitely do. Both shows run for ~an hour and a half on Monday nights at 7:00 EST/6:00 CST (Dark Elevation) and Tuesdays at 7 EST/6 CST (Dark).

AEW talent also provide a few extra sources of entertainment through their own YouTube outlets as well. The Elite, a popular stable in AEW consisting of current champion Kenny Omega and current tag team champions the Young Bucks, feature themselves in their own weekly travel vlog/comedy sketch series Being the Elite while other individual wrestlers like Sammy Guevara, Allie “The Bunny”, and Ethan Page provide more individualized backstage looks at the company through their own vlogs. These aren’t necessary to enjoy regular AEW programming but they definitely add to the atmosphere and you can tell through each how much the locker room loves and respects each other.

Wow, this was really in-depth and definitely not a small task at all. Thanks for the help!

No problem! If you have any questions, feel free to send me a message, though its doubtful I’ll receive it since I barely check Tumblr anymore! If you know me on any other platforms, the message still applies! Thanks so much for reading! I really do hope this helped you understand the situation a little better. Enjoy wrestling!

[siennahrobek]

He hadn’t realized it, but Alpha-17 had been waiting for this moment. This time. Whatever.

His loyalty had always been to the Republic, rather strictly, thanks to his training and upbringing, even though it never seemed like the government had cared about him or anyone else. It was something he was used to. The trainers didn’t care about anything but what they were being paid. The Kaminoans didn’t care about anything aside from progress in their work and perfection from the clones. Before, it hadn’t mattered. He did his job; that was his purpose, his whole reason for being. There was nothing else.

And then the war started. The Jedi came.

And then, despite the death and fighting and everything else, the jedi cared.

General Shaak Ti and General Kenobi had been adamant to save the clones still in tubes during the first invasion of Kamino, despite the fact that it would have been more efficient and easier just to destroy them.

They had been steadfast in saving lives.

Time had gone on and the jedi fought alongside them. Died alongside them. They encouraged speech and individuality and names.

Alpha-17 didn’t exactly know when his outlook had shifted but it had and now, he had committed mutiny against his planet, against everyone, to save his brothers from being brainwashed completely, to have the one thing they had freedom of taken away. He had committed mutiny to help them, to help the jedi. The Jedi that the clones had been made for, the jedi that had accepted them so readily and the jedi whose fates were intertwined with their own.

It would be about three days until they would arrive and virtually every single clone was working nonstop. The city was near completely torn apart by the time the ships under Kenobi’s command came into their space and kept off to the side of the planet, far enough away that they could make an escape if a ship began to fire upon them.

Alpha-17 and Commander Colt messaged the ships, indicating their safe orbit around the planet. Several gunships come down to the planet side with an entire slew of jedi and clones. Commander Colt had found General Shaak Ti and sagged in relief but Alpha-17’s attention was behind her, where General Kenobi strode off the gunship with Commander Cody and Captain Rex by his side.

Storming up to them, Alpha-17 stopped in front of the trio, staring at General Kenobi up and down with such intensity, he nearly thought the Jedi would combust into flames.

“Uh…sir?” Captain Rex questioned.

“At least you’re wearing some armor again,” Alpha-17 told the general instead, rather gruffly. General Kenobi’s smile was a bit weak but no less genuine. “Where is that scamp of an apprentice of yours, he’s usually right behind you.”

“It is good to see you, as well, captain,” General Kenobi greeted. “Your blunt honesty has been sorely missed. I am sorry to say that…that Anakin’s allegiance lies with the Empire now.”

“The Empire that tried brainwashed my brothers and tried to kill all the jedi,” Alpha-17 replied, flatly. Wordlessly, General Kenobi nodded. Alpha decided not to say any more on the matter. “We have a war room set up. Your bridge said you need to try and contact any of the jedi out in the field.”

“Yes, we have warned many, but now we have to plan on what we are going to do as well as thoughts on where to rendezvous,” General Kenobi explained. “It is also a bit of a roll call, as we don’t…know who survived.

“Master Kenobi,” a new voice called out as a human man walked towards them. Alpha-17 looked over and watched him warily.

“Alpha-17, this is Battle Master Cin Drallig,” General Kenobi introduced to a long-haired Jedi. “I think you two will get along fairly well. Master Drallig, Captain Alpha-17.”

“Well met, Captain,” the battle master greeted. Alpha-17 imagined with a title like battle master, General Kenobi was probably, irritatingly, correct. He did sound like someone he would perhaps get along with. “I have a feeling we may be working together often.”

Alpha-17 took his hand with the shake. “Why would you say that sir?”

Battle master Drallig just smirked. “Just a feeling.”

The captain led them towards the inner workings of what was left of the city and towards the large room with a nearly just as big holo table. There were already several jedi and nearly just as many clone officers standing around the edges.

He watched as General Kenobi, flanked by General Ti and battle master Drallig, straightened himself, taking a deep breath before the giant holo table flickered to life, the visage of several jedi and sometimes their respective commanders with them popping up in blue form.

There was many of them.

He imagined it was a relief to the other jedi. Alpha-17 tried to take stock of all those who were standing around. There were a few that Alpha-17 recognized, including Wolffe’s general, General Koon and Bly’s as well, General Secura but for the most part, he knew very few of them. The former looked as calm and put together as always, even though his arm was bandaged up to his side. General Secura was leaning forward, her own holo call trembling as her eyes nearly blazed which looked still intimidating even with the slew of wrappings around one of her lekku.

“As many of you are aware,” General Kenobi started, coolly. “The Republic has fallen, an Empire has rose in its place with the dark lord of the Sith at its head. We have been deceived and in it, the Temple has been lost. Former chancellor – now emperor – Palpatine is the Sith Lord we have been searching for.”

There were gasps all around, horrified stares and even a bit of pained denials.

“Right under our nose,” General Secura snarled.

“It is…very good to know that many have you survived,” General Kenobi interrupted. “We have a lot more pressing matters to attend, however. One of my communications officers, Menace, will take down everyone’s names of here and I will want you to tell him your situation so we can keep track. If you are not with your soldiers and/or do not have access to a holo table and are listening via long distance commlink, Menace will be your voice and ears if necessary. Whatever you need,” he continued, gesturing to the clone that was sitting in the corner, surrounded by equipment. He looked up and waved, indicating his presence.

There were nods around the table.

“We are currently on the planet Kamino, picking up any supplies and the clones that wish to come with us,” General Kenobi started up again in explanation, keeping his back straight and his posture perfect that even Alpha could appreciate it. “We do not know how much time we have so we are quickly working to evacuate all the young ones, the clones and then any resources they want to take.”

“I know…. I know they were chipped and that is not their fault,” a general Alpha-17 didn’t recognize said warily, swallowing heavily. “And they have the right to choose… but can we trust them?”

There were very few bristles but mostly shifts in posture with glances away from the Jedi.

“I have worked much with Alpha-17 during the beginnings of the war,” General Kenobi replied, firmly. He could see General Shaak Ti and a few others straightening with a near looming presence. “I trust him. Although first loyalties were to the Republic and the Jedi second, since the Republic has been replaced with an Empire…”

General Secura snickered with a gleaming grin. “Loophole.”

“And with him is my Commander, Colt, who I do trust,” General Shaak Ti cut in, seriously. Although her expression was as collected as he had ever seen it, her tone was underlaid with something that would not be argued. Commander Colt smiled faintly, just slightly shy at the praise.

“It appears that you are doing well in facilitating our survival, General Kenobi,” General Tapal commended with a nod. The Lasat General shifted while his padawan, a young human child, glanced up at him and grinned, keeping himself so close to his master that he was nearly hanging onto him. General Kenobi acknowledge him and then glanced towards Healer Che to take over.

The twi’lek healer had been one that Alpha-17 knew, he had spent some time in the healers, ward and he had come to respect the master healer. She was no argument and never took any crap from anyone.

“The chips within the clones are not difficult to remove,” Healer Che started to explain, pulling up diagrams and scans, clicking and swiping through some of the holo table as she sent the visuals to the others across the galaxy. “If one has the right droid or scanner, it is a very simple surgery. The only problem is you need a level five minimum atomic scan to find it which I don’t think many ships have. If you have the requisite medical droid, I would just allow them to do it. It does not take long, and the recovery time is short,” she added, calmly. “If you have a scanner capable of the level of scan and excellent medics with steady hands, they can remove it fairly easily if you would like.”

“However,” Commander Colt cut in. “If you find yourself in a pinch and being surrounded by activated brothers, we do have a pulse that will nullify the effects of the chips for several hours,” he added, pulling up his own research to replace that of the healer. It showed schematics on a small generator. “Only use it once and only if necessary because we don’t know the effect of several pulses. It should give you enough time to escape. I will have General Kenobi’s officer send you the specs of its creation. All ships should be able to scramble up the parts fairly easy.”

“That is a start,” General Koon rumbled through his mask and vocoder, shifting his wounded arm. Alpha-17 could see Commander Wolffe barely concealing a snarl right next to him. “Is there any other way to avoid the chips being activated? Do we know how they are activated?”

“Currently, at least the Empire’s voice does that with specific orders,” Alpha-17 found himself stepping up to speak. “It started with Commander Cody after he got a call from the emperor. We suspect he probably contacted, or tried to contact, the Marshal Commanders and from there, the Commander’s orders would relay the activation.”

“Proximity also appears to be a large way of the activation being spread,” Commander Colt added.

“So, we limit communications as much as possible, especially with the clones until they can be de-chipped,” General Secura shrugged. “That seems mostly doable.”

“But where do we go from here?” an older jedi rumbled.

“Right now, we move away from the Empire. Start moving towards the outer rim, towards wild space,” Battle master Drallig started, his voice rather booming in the room they were in. “The Empire will start to scramble what forces and resources they have to come after us and our men. They know current locations so move, group together if you can. If you are near another jedi or fleet that has not been activated, join together.”

“I am working on which planet would be the best to retreat to,” an older woman with tightly bound white hair, stepped forward. Her voice was no nonsense and serious with no room for argument. “I have a team as well helping to figure out the best place to go. Because we need a planet that is inhabitable to accommodate as many as we can, outside of the Empire’s view and not within their memory.”

“You have not gotten there yet,” one of the field generals noted.

She shook her head. “Not quite. I am working as quickly as I can. We cannot be running around trying to find a planet. It will be some time for all of us to come together, but we will keep in touch.”

“Ration your food, take care of each other,” General Shaak Ti added. “And fuel, get it where and when you can. I imagine very soon the Empire will make getting resources very difficult, if not impossible, to gather. Gather what you can.”

“I imagine we will have quite the fleet,” General Billaba hummed. The padawan next to her barely suppressed a snicker.

“That leads me to my next point,” General Kenobi added, glancing between Commander Cody and Alpha-17.

Alpha narrowed his eyes, suspiciously as he waited for the general to continue.

“Like I told the jedi here, I have offered the clones a place with us,” he started slowly. “And like I said, I know I didn’t particularly have the authority to do so but…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Master Koon assured with a bit of a chuckle. “I do believe it would have been unanimous.”

“And well, Alpha-17 and Commander Colt had already committed mutiny with the intent of following us,” he added, glancing at Alpha-17 with a dry, vaguely amused look. There was something else there in his look that Alpha-17 wasn’t entirely sure on. “However, I have noted that if any freed clones do not wish to make this journey with us, we will let them go to wherever they would want, with our blessings.”

Alpha-17 was a little surprised by the nods around the room, although even he could tell there was some vague disappointed even through the calls.

“I will relay it to the others,” Commander Cody said, although Alpha-17 knew him. His tone had a tint of dryness. “Don’t expect any other answers, however.”

“Same here on Kamino,” Alpha-17 grunted.

He doubted anyone else could see it but something in General Kenobi’s shoulders shifted.

“Besides,” Commander Colt interjected. “We don’t really have any experience with cadets, we could use some help with the tubies,” he admitted.

“Tubies?” a general echoed.

“Babies,” General Shaak Ti amended with a smile.

“We are not abandoning the galaxy,” General Kenobi announced with a breath. “But we need a plan. We must rebuild, regain strength before we can do anything about the Empire. We will not abandon people, nor the rest of the clones.”

“But we do need a plan,” General Koon agreed, nodding.

“Which we will do,” battle master Drallig assured.

“We will find somewhere very ancient, old and obscure. Far from minds and memory,” the white-haired woman added. “A place of refuge where we can plan our next moves.”

“Does anyone have any questions?”

“I’m sure I can speak for everyone when I say numerous,” General Billaba noted with a curiously raised brow. “But I do imagine you will not have much time to gather from Kamino and get away before the Empire catches up.”

“Menace will gather a list of everyone,” General Kenobi started again. “Please keep in touch with him and his team with updates on your positions as you move so we can keep together. Everything we add will be coded. He has a few things to send to you as well.”

“We have survived thus far,” General Koon rumbled, the vocoder easy and low, nearly crackling through the call. “And if we work together, we will continue to survive this.”

***

“That seemed rather successful, Master Kenobi,” battle master Drallig noted with a sly smile as they walked out of the war room. The large holo call had lasted a little longer, with more questions, answers and suggestions. Commander Cody, Captain Rex and Alpha-17 walked behind, following the jedi easily. The others had filed out, the six of them were some of the last few, leaving only Menace and his team to gather a list and give out necessary information. “Many are alive,” he added, glancing over at the other generals.

“There is hope,” General Shaak Ti agreed, calmly. “And we must also keep in mind, there are very possibly still others who have lived but were unable to make contact. We should have Menace’s team to search for other commcodes to send messages, just in case.”

General Kenobi nodded. “That is a good idea, Master.”

“I will return to the ship and set it up,” she hummed.

“I have something you need to see,” Alpha-17 announced, shooting a glance at General Kenobi. His mouth had been moving before his brain caught up but at this point, he figured it would be a good moment to do it. He was met with a rather fond but confused look. “It won’t take long.”

“Alright,” General Kenobi replied with a small shrug. “Commander Cody, Captain Rex, would you mind going with Master Drallig and Master Shaak Ti back up to our ship for a final count on what field Jedi have responded and survived?”

Commander Cody gave the both of them a rather suspicious look but the few of them walked off towards the landing platform where their gunship would be waiting. Alpha-17 barely waited before he gestured for the general to follow, unwilling to impart answers as he walked through what was left of the city. They got towards his destination and opened the door.

Good, they were still waiting for their transportation to one of the cruisers.

“Hey guys,” Alpha-17 greeted a group of younglings, gruffly, his voice mumbling through, trying not to sound too fond of the inhabitants of the room. “I brought you someone you’ll want to see.”

The room was full of a small group of cadets, nearly a dozen of them. They were all the same, as the clones were, and the expressions on their faces were nearly exactly the same as well but their voices shifted into different types of gasps and light screeches.

One of them stepped forward towards General Kenobi, eyes shining as he stared up at him. General Kenobi just glanced down and then looked back up at Alpha-17, quite thoroughly confused. It was almost comical.

“Is that…” one of the children asked.

“Yes,” Alpha-17 affirmed.

“General Kenobi!” they cried in shock, nearly tripping over one another to get a closer look. General Kenobi just smiled warmly down at him, taking it in stride as he walked forth into the gaggle of children although he was completely bewildered and puzzled, and it showed.

“Hello there,” he greeted softly as he let the kids climb over him.

“Seven!” one of them shrieked, making the captain crinkle his nose in some irritation. General Kenobi just shot him a small laugh, shaking his head. He had no idea what was going on but if there was one thing the alpha clone knew, he loved children. The young clone glared at the captain with a firm pout, shaking his head vehemently. “You did not tell us we were going to meet our finder.”

“My apologies,” General Kenobi said, already holding a child in his arms and several others clinging to his legs as he turned towards the captain. “I’m your what now?”

Alpha-17 groaned lightly and shook his head, nearly bringing his hands up to cover his face, the cadet staring at him, intently. He let out a sigh of resignation and then a breath as he began to clarify. “General Shaak Ti, when she visits the cadets, she tells them about the Jedi. She tells them a lot of things,” he explained. “I don’t know how it happened or where it came from, but she told a class once about Jedi finders, their role in bringing children to the Temple and into the Order. She explained their importance and how many children had relationships with their finders growing up. When she was asked…she rather insinuated that our… the clone “finder” was, well, you,” he explained, a bit uncertainly. “It kind of snowballed from there and now nearly every young cadet class knows and well, thinks that way.”

General Kenobi stopped and stared at him for a long moment. Even Alpha-17 could determine his reaction.

And he kept staring.

Would this man just have a reaction already?

And then, abruptly, he burst out into such laughter to the point that Alpha-17 nearly thought he was crying. The general hugged the child in his arm closer and laughed some more, his shoulder and whole body shaking from the movement. Apparently, he found this hilarious, Alpha-17 mused.

“I would love to be considered your finder, dear ones.”

He was glad he had brought General Kenobi here, for this small moment.

***

He had originally intended on going to General Kenobi’s flagship, but he was redirected towards a modified cruiser that had appeared not long ago by the battle master Drallig. The trip was quiet and although Alpha-17 was fairly certain he wasn’t anywhere near force sensitive, even he thought he could feel the gratitude and happiness echoing off of the General.

He had made the right choice, starting his mutiny without approval.

As they walked off the gunship and onto the docking bay of the venator, General Kenobi let a small, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome, general.”

General Kenobi opened his mouth to say something else, but his eyes caught sight of another, and his gaze dragged over the area. He stepped back, nearly tripping over a box as his eyes widened.

“Sir?”

The general practically flew across the docking bay. Alpha-17 caught sight of the battle master, Drallig, at the other end, alongside another jedi. Dark skin, even darker hair, weird yellow stripe over his face and nose. Alpha-17 felt like he had seen him before. Nonetheless, Alpha-17 jogged after him, quickly on his heels.

The general nearly threw himself at the other jedi, tightening his grip around him in a fierce hug. Such public display Alpha-17 hadn’t seen from his general was rather rare so this must have been an importance person to him. Kenobi tucked himself into space, squeezing the man tightly. The other jedi looked utterly surprised but before he could even think of hugging – or not – back, General Kenobi hastily pulled away a few steps and didn’t even meet the other Jedi’s gaze.

“My apologies, Quinlan,” he murmured, shaking his head. “That was uncalled for, I do sincerely apologize for touching without permission. I will take my leave.”

The other Jedi – Quinlan – looked just confused and befuddled in a way that almost, just almost, would have made Alpha-17 laugh. He didn’t even think a jedi couldhave that expression. General Kenobi hurriedly shuffled away down the hall, presumably towards the bridge.

“What was that about?” Quinlan asked, glancing at the battle master for answers but his eyes ended up trailing general Kenobi as he walked away. Alpha-17 was ready to follow him but for the moment, somehow his feet wouldn’t move.

The battle master sighed and frowned. “Anakin Skywalker has fallen to the dark side, and he is now the new Sith apprentice. He is the one who led the attack on the Temple.”

Some kind of understanding fell upon the Jedi’s face as it twisted into something horrified of some type.

Alpha-17 didn’t know what that meant.

“Force,” he whispered under his breath.

And then he took off after the general. Alpha-17 rolled his eyes and sighed, barely catching a glimpse of the battle master before jogging off after him. “Again,” he muttered, keeping just behind the unfamiliar jedi.

“Obi-Wan!” the jedi shouted out.

General Kenobi stiffened and hesitated before finally stopping. He let out a soft sigh and turned around, forcing himself to look up at the man. “Quinlan,” he greeted, fairly evenly despite the shaking in his voice.

“Hey, hey buddy,” Quinlan murmured, carefully putting his hand on General Kenobi’s pauldron. “Master Drallig told me about Anakin. I’m so sorry, Obi-Wan.”

General Kenobi took a shaky breath. “I don’t…I don’t think I can really talk about it right now,” he admitted quietly, just barely leaning into the other jedi’s touch.

“Alright,” he agreed, and he didn’t seem to bothered by the notion. He quite quickly changed the subject which ended up being a good call. “Dex says you have a friend for life, ya know.”

Glancing at him, General Kenobi ended up with a small smile. “You were one of the jedi that Dex said he had.”

“Yeah. I found Master Windu. He’s in pretty rough shape but I think he might make it through, probably because I got him into a bacta tank quicker. Wanna hear how I took over the entire medical venator star cruiser,” Quinlan said with a grin.

An eyebrow raised on General Kenobi’s face but there was a relief in that, probably due to the fact that a jedi he knew was alive. “You…took over a ship? Full of clones around Coruscant.”

The long-haired jedi laughed. “Oh, let me tell you. It was kind of awesome. Not as hard as I thought, considering. But since I am a shadow, so you know, it is part of my skill set,” he winked and it made the general smile back at him, although lightly.

Alpha-17 just walked and listened as the jedi went to a full, long tirade about how he had taken over the ship and escaped with the clones. He couldn’t help be grateful, the jedi had rescued hundreds of his brothers, some of which may have been killed outright due to the fact they were sick or wounded. Still, he already had the feeling that this Quinlan character was kind of annoying.

“Dex is amazing, let me tell you,” Quinlan had said with the biggest grin. Something must have been going on with General Kenobi in the force or whatever because practically every time the man twitched, the other jedi would get happier and speak brighter. “I made a plan and needed some guys to help me out. Within the hour, the hour, Obi-Wan, he had gotten me a lineup of dozens of beings to pick from for my heist. He has got some serious connections!”

General Kenobi smiled and it was warm. Alpha-17 could almost feel it. “Dex is good like that,” he agreed. “I found Kamino because of him.”

Quinlan continued to explain the rest of the couple of days. His plan had been mildly impressive and well thought out, even Alpha-17 could begrudgingly admit. The jedi did not go in halfcocked and impulsively. And the fact that he checked to make sure there wasn’t a jedi on board, so the chips probably hadn’t been activated was probably smart. At least he didn’t jump aboard the first ship he came across and took over the bridge, just hoping nothing would go wrong.

There were a couple medical stations across the galaxy and several more pelta-class medical frigates that traveled with wounded soldiers aboard. There wasn’t a medical station orbiting Coruscant, as they were around the rest of the galaxy. Clones weren’t allowed to be treated on planet mingled with the regular citizens, although the Jedi often treated clones in their own Healing Halls frequently. They didn’t just go around turning people away who needed care.

One of the large venator cruisers had been converted into somewhat of a medical station, or at least, used as one. It was the main place where clones were treated for illness or injuries, when they could make it there. It was a good one to take over, he imagined, if one had a good plan. Which apparently the master jedi had.

There must not have been any jedi stationed at the medical facility during the time because Quinlan explained how he made sure that none of the chips had been activated. He had shut down communications with jammers around the ship and eventually took it over, locking up most of the natborns that weren’t cooperative and confiscating long range commlinks. Men were locked in certain portions of the ship to where they were stationed, at least those just handling the ship. Medics themselves were dechipped so they could continue to help those who needed it. Everything was neat and tidy and even Alpha-17 had to be impressed.

It was not only a well-thought-out mission and operation but a successful one as well. Quinlan had brought back an entire venator crew of clones with as well as many other, although wounded, brothers as well.

By the time he was done, General Kenobi’s smile was rather wide, and he offered his congratulations to the other jedi. He was thankful, Alpha-17 quickly realized. Not only had he saved people that General Kenobi valued, but he had kept his mind off of Skywalker. He hadn’t even pushed; he didn’t even ask. Nothing circled back to it.

The jedi explained about the Commander he came across, Hound, and how he had helped him. The guy was a mad man and apparently, Quinlan appreciated that sort of thing. They had rather hit it off, along with his mastiff, Grizzler, who went everywhere Hound did.

Alpha-17 wasn’t sure whether he should be worried.

“Do we know who all survived?” Quinlan asked, nudging General Kenobi gently.

“One of the officers, Menace, is compiling a list of those who have responded or were present at the meeting,” General Kenobi replied with a nod. “As far as I could tell during the meeting, it seemed quite a fair few had blocked communications or escaped in time. Aalya was one of them,” he assured. “She looked just a little banged up but okay. Her troops weren’t activated.”

Tension fell from Quinlan’s shoulders. “Thank, Obes.”

“Of course,” he added. And then, his commlink beeped urgently. General Kenobi opened it up and a gruff voice burst though. “This is Kenobi.”

“Master Kenobi,” battle master Drallig replied. “You should get back down to the loading bay. Something has happened.”

Several medical officers rushed down the halls around them. Alpha-17 caught one of them by the arm, stopping him abruptly. “Officer, what is going on?”

“A ship came out of hyperspace a few minutes ago!” the soldier reported, worriedly. “It open fired on one of our ships and then stopped. We think it is full of activated clones and there are injured jedi,” he said before pulling away and running off again.

General Kenobi swallowed heavily and the three of them chased after the group back down the hall. The loading back was a mad house of yelling officers and wounded soldiers. Out in space, it could be seen one of the ships was partially on fire with several fighters surrounding it, ready to destroy if necessary.

“Whose ship is that?”

A rolling cot ran down from a ship towards the hall. Alpha-17 watched as General Kenobi stared wide eyed. The man on the gurney was a male, a jedi from the robes, he imagined with short blonde hair that was practically soaked in blood. There was a lot of blood.

A lot.

General Kenobi’s breath got caught in this throat, his eyes wide and his hand gripping Quinlan’s vambrace so tight he thought it would crack. “Master Feemor,” he whispered.

“Feemor?” Quinlan muttered under his breath. “Where…”

Alpha-17’s old general backed up a few steps as a realization came across him. “Oh God, Ahsoka,” his head whipped around, frantically. “Where is Ahsoka? Has anyone seen Ahsoka Tano?!” he shouted out, turning and turning and turning.

“I…I’m here, Master,” a new, feminine voice announced, although rather quiet. The three of them turned around. There was a clone next to her although he had quite a few mechanical parts, more so than Alpha-17 had seen on any others. A Togruta jedi was standing there, her arms hugging herself and her eyes downcast.

General Kenobi sighed in relief. “Ahsoka, what in the galaxy happened?”

[nancylou444]

A lovely pointed me to a reblog of this post.  This is the original:

WHEN did Dean ‘confront’ destiel shippers? 

Really, Sam and Dean are supposed to appreciate somebody who knocks them out in a deserted playground?

Sam is supposed to appreciate somebody who took down his Hell Wall and left him seeing hallucinations?

Dean is supposed to appreciate somebody who beat him THREE times?

And I doubt Dean would get ‘flustered’, he’s not a teenage GIRL.

Moving on to the reblog:

THIS is what happens when you create retcon. The books ended with season 3, therefore THERE SHOULDN’T BE ANY CASTIEL IN THE BOOKS. 

Charlie and her “Cass seems dreamy” comes to mind. 

Moving on:

Cass is the “epitome of all that’s good”?  Was it good to take down Sam’s Hell Wall? Was it good to beat Dean in the alley way? Was it good to steal the Colt? Was it good to kill Balthazar, Rachel and the other angels? Was it good to kill Dr. Visyak? Was it good to lie to Sam and Dean about HOW Sam got out of the cage?

Now the best part:

They really do think that Dean “I will kill you all” Winchester acts like a love struck teenage girl when he talks to/thinks about Cass. 

Cass chuckles? When has Cass ever CHUCKLED? 

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(link to OOC bullshit)

I think the hellers are getting The Real Ghostbusters mixed up with FanFiction. One was a con and the other was a school play. 

They seem to have missed that the actress that played Cass also played Adam. Which shows how insignificant the play producers thought of  Cass. 

Maybe in ten years they will understand that their ship is at the bottom of the ocean. 

[menshusband]

tags

—stuff

#✏️ | doodle : my drawings

#📝 | scribble : my writing

#cw/tw [content/trigger] : content/trigger warning

#do not reblog/rb

#the unsilly : vents

#the silly rambles : self-shipping unrelated

#🤺queue🤺 : scheduled posts

#(cw/tw) suggestive : ns//fw

—friends/mutuals

in order of date!!

#👉🏻👉🏻 | finger guns : @/tsundere-selfship

#🎼 | colt : @/pupships

#👑 | hugest tease : @/readbyred

#💬 | a-mutual : @/dark-eyes-under-the-golden-sky

#🌙 | no more lonely nights : Bill

#🦋 | knock knock : @/blueberrysblues

#🐌 | snail brother : @/fifth-nails-blog

#⛸️ | emotional support : @/scimmy

#🧸 | sweet lady : @/dolls-self-ships

—f/o’s

romantic:

#⚰️ | aesop

#📐 | anglaigus

#👼🏻 | azi / #🐍 | crowley / #🥂 | the ineffable rivals

#🤖 | b.e.n.

#🧸 | bane

#🍵 | barbar [Barbatos]

#❄️ | barton

#💻 | benji

#⏳ | bruno

#🪦 | cage

#🦷 | caine

#🧪 | calvin

#🦎 | cami [Camilo] / #🌪️ | carlos / #⚽ | the twins

#🚆 | charon

#🪺 | chuck

#👑 | clopin

#🍰 | cloudy

#👥 | danny [Dan]

#🐦 | diaval

#✒️ | doppo

# ❔| ed [Edward]

#✈️ | eefie [Ethan]

#🔨 | felix

#💳 | francis

#💥 | fred

#☕ | gabriel adrian

#💋 | grell

#🎄 | grinch

#💼 | hank

#📼 | harrison

#💀 | héctor

#🪓 | henry

#💐 | hermes

#🗣️ | hickory

#🥁 | hi [Highston]

#🦑 | howard

#🪞 | jack

#? | jax

#🗞️ | joe

#❤️‍🩹 | john

#🥯 | spot

#🃏 | joker

#🎭 | julian

#🛠️ | the triplets [Kio + Noki + Pino]

#♟️ | king [Kinger]

#🥊 | knuckles

#🔎 | columbo

#📀 | lucifer

#🗡️ | lucio

#🪠 | gigio [Luigi]

#⚾ | luke

#🕯️ | lumière

#🎖️ | cal [Major]

#🏹 | marcus

#🎤 | mark connor

#🧠 | megamind

#🛎️ | miles

#🌘 | moon / #🌔 | sun / #🌗 | day and night

#🍋 | motojirō

#🧦 | mountain

#🧣 | mr. tumnus

#🍦 | mugman

#⏱️ | narrator

# ? | nathaniel

#🤏🏻 | ned

#🥀 | ōgai / #🐈‍⬛ | yukichi / #🩸 | fruity rivals

#🎸 | noodle [Once-ler]

#📲 | owen

#🗡️ | pasunmotdeplus

#⛸️ | patrick / # 🩰 | peter / #🕺🏻 | old sports

#🩹 | peter

#🐂 | rhett

#🎖️ | robby [Robert]

#🔧 | roy

#💰 | snake

#🎞️ | noir

#🧩 | stanley

#⚔️ | steel

#📻 | stephen

#🎤 | swiss

#🧢 | tadashi

#📦 | teddy [Ted]

#🖊️ | tom [Thomas]

#🏹 | thranduil

#🪲 | timon

#❤️‍🩹 | tin man

#🪙 | tulio / #🎲 | the gods [Miguel + Tulio]

#🎆 | v

#🎹 | victor

#🧨 | vinny

QPs:

#🎴 | asra

#🎶 | assurancetourix

#🐗 | astérix

#🎤 | buster

#🧭 | caspian

#🌚 | cheshire

#🪅 | chester

#⚡ | david courtney

#🎮 | eddie

#🐺 | hi dad [Hydrad]

#🎃 | jack

#🪚 | leroy

#👾 | levi

#🌊 | maría

#🍄 | mario

#🗺️ | miguel

#📖 | milo

#📱 | mycroft / #🎻 | sherlock / #🚭 | the smokers

#🐡 | piranha

#👤 | PURR

#🛠️ | tony adam

#🪖 | tschakko

platonic:

#🔧 | audrey

#😈 | d

#🐐 | esme

#📚 | herm

#🐭 | mickey

#🪨 | obélix

#🐴 | phoebus

#🔔 | quasi

#🪺 | red

#🧠 | scarecrow

#⚔️ | the gladiators

familial:

#🌉 | the heroes [big hero 6]

#⛓️ | the prisoners [Aisha + Salim]

#🕯️ | the gifted family [Madrigal’s]

#🗯️ | the teens [teen titans]

#🛫 | top gun

#🌈 | the amazing family [Watterson’s]

#🕰️ | the redheads [Weasley’s]

//

#🧜🏼 | sea rulers [Athena + Triton]

#🎗️ | augustus

#🚘 | bill

#🤖 | space caretakers [CASE + TARS]

#🍩 | cass

#🦁 | clay

#📓 | dad [Constantine]

#🐴 | death

#🌌 | doppler

#? | duke

#🐻 | freddy

#🩻 | dad [James]

#☄️ | john

#🪐 | kalique

#🩰 | klaus

#? | carpet

#🍔 | peter

#🐐 | phil

#🐒 | rafiki

#🍴 | sarah

#🦀 | sebastian

#🐉 | soroz

#🧢 | tony

//

#🪵 | pontipee bros

#🧜🏻‍♀️ | sea princesses

#🎂 | zwerge

#��� | johnny

#🪽 | maleficent

#📣 | average

#⚔️ | shadow

//

#🕊️ | dove

#🎶 | miguel

#🛏️ | mike

#🛠️ | pectine

#🪀 | roger

#🪶 | wendy

//

#🔆 | grandies [Archibald + Daisy]

#🗡️ | arthur

#🩺 | greg

#🌊 | melody

#💷 | grandpa [Preston]

—crushes

#crush tag

—secret f/o’s:

#👔 | the doctor

—s/i’s

#s/i [s/i’s name]

[homeformyheart]

five wips

thank you @hunnybadgerv for tagging me! i'm so glad we started talking <3

I'm always working on something or another, so here are the five most recent WIPs I've been working on (DM me or send in an ask if you want to know more or help me brainstorm things xD).

Some of these have made appearances in wip wednesday / six sentence sunday so they may be familiar.

1. sparring partner - adam du mortain x regina bishop (twc)

this was a nsfw prompt request from @crackerdumortain and i am finallyyyy making some headway.

2. countdown to heartache - mason x ria knight (twc)

inspired by @possumsunshine's take on the post-bakery scene in "mess"; this is sort of my take with ria (which kind of puts it at odds with the feb prompt 'bakery' but whatev).

i wanted to break mason's heart after the book 3 demo (no real spoilers) and had one idea i was working with before i changed my mind. so i actually don't know where this is headed yet - the first two scenes are written so i kind of need to decide on the resolution i want so i can fill in the rest.

3. reginald (title tbd) - remus guill & regina bishop w/adam du mortain (twc)

@quietsphere and i decided 'reginald' (say it in a posh british voice as though you're mocking a du mortain) is our platonic detective ship name and this is explored in a self-indulgent, nonesensical, multi-part timetravel-ish AU fic (and potential future comic) featuring knight!adam in present day. it's turning into an eight-part epic.

4. unraveling truth - colt kaneko x ellie wheeler (choices)

i don't know if i really worked on this recently but i felt like i had to add a choices one here because this is really the only wip (i probably have at least 8 others) that i do want to finish at some point. i've been working on chapter 2 and have the first scene written, i just need to get the rest of it done 😅. chapter 2 focuses on logan & ellie on the run / fighting bandits and finally meeting up with rogues/rebels.

5. my love (tbd) - ambrose kim x michelle (mishi) wiseman (mind blind)

it's mostly an outline with about six sentences written but the focus of this fic is a mature conversation between rosy & michelle about how they each think of and refer to their relationship to others. my button oc michelle was adopted from south korea and is discovering her connection to her birth heritage with the help of rosy. this takes place during their established relationship/deep romance phase.

i'm excited for this one in particular because i get to incorporate some of my own korean heritage / culture / upbringing into this conversation about a relationship where boyfriend/girlfriend is an inadequate way to describe what they are/have.

*** tagging anyone who wants to share (please do tag me!) but also some writers & artists and basically my taglist xD: @pearlsandsteel; @possumsunshine; @veeples; @lilas; @tuomniia; @vintage-vamp; @otherworldlypresents; @ambrosykim; @missameliep; @lorirwritesfanfic; @gloynporslen; @crackerdumortain; @mistyeyedbi;