#stratus rambles

[stratusstormcloud]

baby autusm so small. the owl take him away

[nem0-nee]

ANOTHA ONE... Behold, new blorbo 2 electric boogaloo: Altair Stratus! Twisted from Mike Crew.

[ FILE #XXXXXXX - Dreary Heights ]

Do you know that feeling that whenever you look over a ledge, you have this... urge to lean in further?

You could easily topple over to the abyss with just one nudge.

Many have claimed that the exterior architecture of Diasomnia can be quite... nauseating. Its geography consists of steep landmasses that seem to float over a foggy abyss. These literally breathtaking characteristics are highlighted with the dorm's entrance: a bridge with a concerning lack of guard rails. Quite a nightmare for acrophobic students, especially to those who unfortunately have to reside in this building.

Unsurprisingly, there have been instances where one or two students have strayed from seemingly safe paths into the infinite depths below. Witnesses claimed to seeing a Diasomnia student being the one to push them to their doom. However, such testimonies were remarked to be hearsay by the Headmage, therefore not being taken seriously.

One witness claims they were a close victim of this student.

They say that they had a heated debate with their friend regarding on whether the foggy pit below Diasomnia was bottomless or not. The witness was on the side arguing that it wasn't bottomless at all, however their friend was headstrong with their opinion. Thus, the only way to settle this was to actually observe the abyss itself.

The answer was clear even without close examination: there was definitely a visible bottom in the pit. Despite everything, the other remained stubborn and refused to acknowledge the obvious truth.

Then, an uninvited guest came over— A Diasomnia student with a green scarf. He claims to be there to settle a score for the bickering pair.

"You should take a closer look."

With one nudge, the two were pushed over the ledge.

One held for dear life, while the other accepted defeat.

Turns out, the foggy pit below Diasomnia wasn't bottomless at all.

All it took was one nudge to find that out.

[ END OF REPORT ]

[ominousposting]

aether and mountain are both seen as the “doctors” of the group due to the fact that they are both pretty level headed in tough situations and are good under pressure. however this does mean a lot of the time they will get approached by ghouls due to either chronic issues or random little injuries they get.

the one they see the most common is actually stratus. its because she takes her health very seriously due to the fact that her chronic illness is what killed her as a human. anything she thinks might be something that they could help her with. even things like a bad hangnail will make her come to them for assistance because she is very paranoid that she will die again from illness in her ghoul form.

the one who sees them about medical issues the least is actually rain. he will only ask for their assistance if things are either a) so bad that he literally cant do anything but focus on the injury due to pain or b) is forced to go by another ghoul. despite being well aware that he has issues with his joints, he will not ask for help about it unless someone else notices him struggling worse than usual or if his joints are acting up to the point where he cannot function (and even then? he feel horrible about “bothering them”). he has a tendency to believe that he should force through the pain as opposed to treating it and also has a fear of wasting their time by making them deal with him.

[feralghxuls]

projection time. when one of the ghouls gets a migraine, the others will corral them to a quiet corner/room and gently pile on top of them to protect them from Sounds and Colors & allow them to rest

or if they need to pace it out first, theyll make sure no ones gonna bother them & provide Distraction (depending on the ghoul, this could be reading to them or rambling about random shit)

[cumulo-stratus]

4 13 20 21? 👀

thanks for the ask ket :333

this is for this ask game!

4. What flower would you like to be given?

well I feel like probably daisies and like babies breath

13. What's your comfort food?

Market basket cavattapi noodles with raos plain red sauce

20. What do you want most in the world right now?

I wan to have no homework- bc I have so much homework due right after break and tests to study for so lord save me 😔✌️

21. If you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

You have curly hair- pls stop using Pantene 🙏🙏

[mandarinmoons]

can i request fluff for fem or gn reader (you pick) that involves spencer rambling? could be platonic or romantic pairing. i just really miss reid’s rambles ☹️☹️🤍🤍 thank youuu

“Oh my god, Spencer, look!”

Spencer was startled when you shoved the phone in his face and he had to push your hand back a bit so he could see what you were trying to show him on your screen.

“Aren’t they the cutest?”

The picture on display was of two otters holding hands while floating in a river. Spencer noticed how you were beaming at the sight and cleared his throat.

“Did you know that otters hold hands while they sleep so that they don’t drift apart from one another?”

“Really?”

Spencer nodded and continued, “Yeah. Sea otters, particularly mothers and pups, sometimes hold hands while floating on their backs. Hand-holding keeps the otters from drifting away from each other and their food source while they sleep. They also sleep wrapped in long strands of kelp like a blanket. The kelp acts like an anchor and prevents them from floating out to the open ocean. When a pup is small, the mother will hold it on her belly to keep it from floating away.”

“Oh my god, that’s adorable!”

Spencer smiled when he heard the squeal in your voice.

“Baby otters are usually called pups. They can also be called kits or kittens. Female otters are sows, and males are boars. Otter groups are called a family, bevy, lodge, or romp. The latter is the most common term for a group of otters on land. A group of otters in the water is most often called a raft.”

“Wait what? Kittens? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Well it’s true,” Spencer chuckled when he saw your lips form into a pout. If he had known that you had a love for otters he would’ve spewn out some facts about the adorable animals a long time ago.

“Do you know anything else about them?”

“Uh, well… they have this special dance that they do when they try to um, relieve themselves.”

“Oh I’ve got to see that.”

Spencer laughed when you took out your phone again and searched up what he had just told you.

Pulling up a video, you sat down next to Spencer and cuddled up to his side a bit as you two laughed at the video.

You kept scrolling through the videos that were recommended and soon enough you were fully nestled into Spencer’s side, his hand gently caressing your side. Who knew that a conversation about some silly facts about otters would lead you to the both of you enjoying each other’s company in this way?

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[ralvezfanatic]

Arrhythmia

Spencer Reid x Luke Alvez

Spencer is too focused on finishing the geographic profile to realize that someone was flirting with him.

A/N: Y'all remember that poll I made so I would work on my wips? Yeah well.. you get a complete new mini fic instead!

Word Count: 571

Spencer stood holding a marker and looking at the map pinned to the board in front of him. He crossed his arms as he thought for a moment, before making a few marks on it.

Luke sat on a table nearby, watching his teammate in awe. He didn't understand how Reid would create the geographic profile so quickly, and so accurately as well.

Luke was supposed to be looking over the case files, searching for anything they might've missed while the others were either and the crime scenes or talking to the victims' families.

But instead, he was staring at the tall doctor in front of him. If you looked close enough, you'd notice his pupils had actually turned into full on hearts.

“Spencer?” He spoke out, smiling as he continued to look up at him.

“Yeah?”

“You know that feeling where your heart skips a beat?” Luke asked, grinning as he thought about what he was doing.

“Yeah. That’s called arrhythmia.” Spencer replied without turning, too focused on the map in front of him.

“I get that feeling every time I see you.”

“You should get that checked out. Arrhythmia is dangerous, it can damage your heart, your brain, or other organs. It can also cause strokes, heart failure, and heart attacks.” Spencer turned to Luke, looking slightly concerned.

“How long have you had that going on? Have you checked it out? You can die from that, you know?” Spencer frowned.

Luke stared at the doctor who was rambling on about the dangers of a heart condition he didn't have with complete adoration.

When he realized Spencer completely missed his point and was actually concerned, he sheepishly looked away from him.

“I don't-.. Uh, yeah I'll look into that” He replied, a faint blush on his cheeks as he faked reading the case file in front of him.

“Okay good, that really shouldn't be left untreated.”

Later that week, Spencer was hanging out with Penelope at her house. He was telling her about whatever came to mind as she baked some treats for them.

“You know, Luke randomly told me about his heart problems.” He told Penelope, taking a cookie off the plate in front of him.

“What? Heart problems?” Garcia asked, placing the tray into the oven and standing up.

“Yeah! He was telling me that he felt that his heart skipped a beat whenever he.. looked.. st me…” His voice trailed off as he realized what he was saying.

“Spencer..” Garcia sighed, trying not to laugh at her best friend.

“His heart skips a beat whenever he looks at me..” He repeated, putting his head down on the table, feeling stupid for not realizing that earlie.

“He was flirting with me.” He whined. “He was flirting with me and I told him he could die!” He cried out, scared he ruined his chances with the man he was hopelessly crushing on.

“So smart, yet so, so dumb..” Penelope shook her head, patting Spencer's head trying to comfort him.

“He even told me he would go get it checked out..” Spencer added on, complaining as he remembered the whole interaction.

Garcia couldn't help but laugh at this, which only made Spencer whine again. “He what?!”

“I told him to go check it out! And he said he would!!” Spencer finally say up and looked at his friend nearby.

“You both are so stupid.” Is all she managed to reply.

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[flamingoinkart]

too tired rn to make any doodles but i wanna ramble about my airboarder x space kicker hc because it's been brewing in my brain for a long time but i've always felt too embarrassed to share it and i still feel a little cringe anyway click below if you wanna read all that

In my hc, I think Apollo (my name for the ourple SK) tries out playing space soccer professionally but doesn't make it/like it, so he becomes a photojournalist for the Diamond City news team on earth because of his lack of fear of heights (Warioware and RH take place in the same universe/city). His little platform-thingy can get him really close to the action compared to helicopters or on-foot footage, so when a monster is attacking the city, Apollo can get much more interesting shots and angles. Not many other journalists are brave enough to float hundreds of feet in the air without being strapped to something secure so Apollo has that advantage. And when you're from space with black holes, meteorites whizzing by at thousands of miles per hour, radioactivity that will kill humans, and god knows what abominations lie beyond their galaxy, a little height won't really hurt you lmao.

Enter Airboarders, cuz someone has to protect the city from giant monsters and other evils and bad guys of course. There are multiple Airboarder teams that rotate shifts, and the ones you see in-game are Team Zephyr consisting of Cirrus (the leader), Stratus, and Cumulus. The team becomes very familiar with Apollo as they work 2nd shift and they often see him working the camera for the evening news.

Cirrus and Apollo grow closer as the other Airboarders are fairly camera shy, but Cirrus likes the attention and it helps build his credibility as a 'hero' for the city, and Apollo's eager to get to know someone doing a tremendous good for the city. Cirrus admires Apollo's dedication to his work and bettering his craft. Apollo admirers Cirrus' bravery and confidence in leading his team.

and then they become closer and kisssssss or something idk i didn't think too much about the logistics of them becoming a couple. it's almost midnight here so i might elaborate further another day. I feel like they would get a late night snack at a convenience store after work is done and then collapse in bed immediately after coming home cuz they've been on their feet all day, simple domestic stuff like that

[judgementdaysunshine]

Chapter 1

Meet cute

You felt excited and nervous as you followed Stephanie McMahon to go meet and to talk her father, her brother Shane went to your match after you had left your wrestling school hoping to go pro. You smile as you talk with Vince officially meeting Shane and deciding that you would have your first match the day after tomorrow once everything was explained then being introduced to a female wrestler named Trish Stratus, she shows you around and introduces you to a couple of other wrestlers from Triple H, Lita, and The rock to Ivory, Rikishi, and Torrie Wilson who made you slowly feel relaxed as you continue on the tour meeting Eddie Guerrero and Rey Mysterio who invited you to join them for lunch in rey's locker room, the two left to get lunch leaving you in the locker room until you decided to get a drink. You walk down the hall waving at Jeff Hardy before suddenly you are on the ground holding your side looking up to see a truly beautiful woman a few feet away rubbing her arm as you suddenly feel your heart stop and flip as she looks at you "Oh god I am so sorry" you shake your head as she helps you up telling her and a worried jeff that you were okay just a bit surprised by what happened, jeff leaves to go to a meeting with vince while you and her talk when you see rey and eddie who smile as they watch the two of you "You've finally met Mamacita!" she rolls her eyes as the two leave before you follow learning her name was Chyna as you turn and yell out to her "I'm lavender!" making her smile and laugh before you watch her walk away before walking in the locker room eating, raising a brow when you see eddie smirking "What?" you take a sip of your drink before he talks "We may have just met carino but I can tell when someone is swept off their feet" you look at him before reaching over and smacking his arm making rey laugh as you go back to eating while eddie looks offended. The next day you get a call from lita who asks you if you wanted to join her and the hardy brothers to train, you agreed and joined the three on their training immediately becoming fast friends with them and enjoying the day together when shane came up to you saying that they had decided who you would be facing in your match the next day feeling nervous as shane rambled before lita yelled at him "Oh oops sorry but you'll be facing Trish Stratus!" you nod as the three help your nerves, you had seen many of trish's matches and knew how good she was so for you who was completely new on the roster of WWF to go against her right out of the gate made you a nervous wreck as you finish training and sleep before waking up and heading to the gym training with rikishi and rey who helped calm your nerves with jokes before you all head to the arena and slowly get ready for the big night ahead, you try to hide your anxiety until it was all too much as you sway in your chair feeling soft hands on your shoulders.

[squishmallow36]

You're My Aurora Borealis

@purplesoup-lad-le You were my Secret Santa! I tried to add as much Dizznee and Fedex as I possibly could in this thing. I don't think there was much more that could've been added. This fic takes place within the Keeper of the Lost Prepositions Universe, but it isn't necessary and the spoilers are very very light if you haven't finished it.

And @song-tam you suffered through my ramblings because I couldn't talk about my ideas with everybody!

Word Count: 5.4k

Tw: food, light swearing, Alden mentions, the end is probably really cheesy

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On Ao3 or below the cut!

    Fitz shivers. 

    It might be the cold, it might be the gnawing pit of dread in his stomach, or it might be Dex’s hand clasped around his own. 

    A gust of wind rushes past, chilling Fitz’s already frozen fingers clasped around too many tubs of plastic containers filled with mallowmelt and other sugary goods. 

    Yeah, it’s probably the weather. 

   Rimeshire is pretty much always freezing--a byproduct of the latitude of the Gloaming Valley--despite Elvin thermoregulators. There’s even several centimeters of snow on the ground, filthy from the months the majority of it has spent there. 

    The last time the grass could be seen, Fitz was still speaking to his father. 

    His eyes flicker to the horizon, just beginning to turn orangish with a sunset, small stratus clouds reflecting the warm tones, making him want to sit here on the porch and watch it. 

    Instead, his stomach growls, making the fear he’s trying to ignore that much more apparent. And studying the fine silver details around Rimshire’s door is quickly becoming insufficient. 

    Fitz feels a soft squeeze on his hand, dragging him back to reality. And by reality he means Dex’s dimples. 

    That’s certainly one way to simultaneously calm him down and cause his chest to tighten at the same time. 

    “Hey,” Dex whispers, barely audible beneath the blood rushing through Fitz’s ears. 

    “Don’t give me that look,” Fitz snaps. 

    “I’m not giving you a look.” Dex closes xor eyes and faces the opposite direction just to prove his point. 

    Fitz rolls his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”

    “Just--just think of it like a normal family dinner. You’ve suffered through several of those before.”

    Fitz forces himself to exhale. “Dex, I know you mean well, but don’t. You know as well as I do that trying to reason either of us off the edge doesn’t work.” 

    “That’s just because I’m good at arguing against you when I don’t want to do something.” 

    “Well, I graduated with Honors from the Keefe Hesledge University of Being a Tosser.”

    “You say that but then you don’t seem to use your degree.”

    Fitz absent-mindedly rolls his ankle. “That’s because I don’t enjoy using it, not because I failed most of my classes.”

    “You know, every time you bring this up I tell you to remind me to see the curriculum the next time we see Keefe, and yet that hasn’t happened yet. I need to see how it let you out.”

    Fitz stops. “...Are you trying to make me mad to distract me from the fact that I am currently standing outside my boyfriend’s house with a copious amount of stress-baked, questionably edible things?”

    Dex blushes. “Yes,” xe lies. At least he’s consistent. 

    “And how well did that plan work out for you?”

    “It was going pretty well, then someone had to figure out my master plan. That was very inconsiderate of you.”  

    Fitz takes a breath. “I apologize in advance for messing up your Gloamhenge. Whatever I inevitably do, I’m sorry.” 

    Fitz watches Dex as xe processes this, trying to find the best way to tell him to shut up without leaving himself open for counterarguments. “You’re gonna have to bring your A game, Fitzy. I have a feeling the Triplets will make it their personal mission to screw everything up the fastest.”

    Fitz decides to give him that. “Yeah, that sounds on brand.”

    “Okay. So we’re good? We’re fine? We’re mildly okayish enough to continue functioning for one evening?”

    Fitz has to hold back a smile. It’s the exact thing they’ve said to each other too many times to be healthy but now it’s lost most of its actual meaning because of semantic satiation--oh, Exile, is he actually learning things from Dex? This is terrifying. 

    “I’m not sure I’d go that far, but sure. It can’t go much worse than a certain dinner with someone.” 

    Dex looks just a little murderous at the reference to Alden. “Is it really necessary to bring that up every single time?”

    “Yes, because it was glorious and you should regret not being there.”

    “Oh, trust me, honey, it would’ve had the same outcome, just way faster.” Dex smiles. 

    Fitz’s heart still flutters a bit, even after however many months it’s been. “And there’s scary!Dex. Lovely. I always love being mildly afraid of you.” 

    “That’s exactly what I’m here for.”

    Fitz fakes a gasp. “Preposition.”

    “Oh, great. Don’t mind me as I pull a Henry David Thoreau.”

    Hey, I told xem about that. I do exist somewhere in his brain. I didn’t expect that. 

    Thoreau basically got angry at society--honestly, mood--so he went and lived in a cabin in the woods for like two years and wrote an infuriatingly dense book. And now he’s like human famous or something because of it. 

    “No, don’t do that! Don’t leave me alone with these people!” Fitz jokes. 

    Dex laughs, knocking on the door. 

    Juline opens it much too quickly to honestly believe she wasn’t eavesdropping, but at least it wasn’t Bex. And if that’s the bar, you know you’re in for a wild ride. 

    Oh, who am I kidding? These are the Dizznees. We knew that coming into this. 

    “Aw, Fitz, you didn’t have to bring anything. Come in, come in.” Juline exclaims, stealing his baked goods from him, probably never to be seen again. It won’t be the first time the Triplets have chewed their way through a plastic container. 

    Wait, no. That was the squirrels getting into the Everglen garbage can. 

    “I tried to stop him, trust me,” Dex says, deadpan. “Also trust me when I say he would be living in a cave on the coast of Lumenaria Island if he didn’t bake.” 

    “I am not as bad as Keefe,” Fitz argues, voice cracking embarrassingly, stripping him of any credibility he could’ve had. 

    “Aren’t you living at Candleshade in an attempt to avoid your father?” 

    “We do not acknowledge that wanker as being biologically related to me unless it’s for comedic purposes,” Fitz snaps.

    Before Dex can come up with a coherent response, the Triplets have seemingly sensed Fitz’s presence as they swarm him, nearly knocking him over. 

    His knee wails in protest at the attack of his ankles and--ow!

    “Did one of you just bite me?”

    The only response is unintelligible screaming. But wait--is Bex laughing harder than before? That little--.

    “I’m here to eat dinner, not to be dinner!”

    Dex turns away to hide the fact that xe’s laughing, but it doesn’t work when his shoulders shake that much, and Juline even has a hard smile. 

    “Speaking of dinner, it’s almost ready, so make yourself comfortable until then. I will be making sure Kesler hasn’t, in my absence, blown up the kitchen.” 

    “Hey, it’s been two whole weeks since then!” Kesler yells from the kitchen over the sound of the vent hood. 

    Juline turns and walks towards the kitchen, yelling, “You haven’t had many opportunities in those two weeks. I don’t trust you!” 

    Fitz smiles. “Hey, that kind of sounds like you after you found out about my relationship--or, more accurately, lack thereof--with recipes.” 

    Dex begins explaining, talking more with his hands than actually talking, “Baking is a chemical reaction, so that means it’s alchemy you can eat, and while you really shouldn’t eat anything in the lab because it all tastes bad anyway--don’t worry, I checked--it’s still a science and that means it needs exactness! Not just, oh, a little baking soda here and, yeah, a little flour there! No! You need order! And structure! Not this absolute madness!”

    “Don’t hurt yourself, love.” 

    The Triplets laugh. 

    “I’ll hurt myself if I want to hurt myself. You can’t tell me what to do,” pouts Dex.

    “You’re not smacking yourself in the eye again, Dex.”

    “That wasn’t my fault. You got me started on the types of Supernovae.” 

    “That was for my Universe final. What else was I supposed to do?”

    “I don’t know--Bex, why are you looking at me like that?”

    She only responds with indecipherable giggling, burying her face in Fitz’s jerkin instead of confronting reality. 

    “Exile, you’re insufferable,” Dex complains. 

    “That’s what I’m here for, Dear Brother,” replies a voice that’d probably be Bex if she wasn’t hiding. 

    Dex and Fitz lock eyes, simultaneously mouthing ‘preposition’ and collapsing into a fit of silent giggles. 

    “Can you maybe not sound like Biana?” Fitz asks the tumor that’s now permanently attached to his leg. 

    “No,” comes her muffled response. 

    “Is your stubbornness by chance genetic?” Fitz asks Dex.

    “Not to my knowledge. What on Earth would make you think that?” Dex asks, trying and failing to hold back a smile. 

    That adorable smile. How the Exile am I supposed to function with those dimples? It’s not fair. 

    Fitz shakes his head, shuffling over to the couch. It takes the same amount to get comfortable as for Juline to call, “Dinner’s ready!” causing a Triplet stampede as they rush to their seats. 

    There’s a lot of yelling, and several alleged thrown elbows. One would think they would have assigned seats by now, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. 

    “Don’t you, I don’t know, want to go reserve your seat?” Fitz asks, still trying to get off the couch. It’s like a black hole. Except it’s dark blue. 

    “I think I threatened them sufficiently this afternoon. It should be fine,” Dex replies.

    I don’t want to know what that means. 

    Fitz’s knee groans as he stands, finding two seats actually next to each other for once. Dex’s threats might have actually worked. That’s scarier than it should be.

    He plops himself down in the right seat so he doesn’t get elbowed by Dex and his left-handedness. 

    Looking around the table, Fitz sees a combination of normal foods and, for lack of a better word, Dizznee foods. 

    The glasses of Lushberry juice are standard enough, as are the mashed carnissa root and umber leaves. 

    But then there’s a solid, opaque pink dish that jiggles when it’s moved and tastes sweet, like fraiseberries, and doesn’t seem to belong on a dinner table. It seems more like a dessert, but then Fitz remembers his baked goods he brought. 

    Yeah, Juline was probably planning on that. 

    The Triplets inhale it like there’s no tomorrow, using butter knives as weapons to keep the others away from it. 

    Then there’s a casserole dish with grated breadfruit, covered in a creamy, stringy, delicious yellow substance that got slightly crunchy on the edges. 

    “Cloudberry?” Juline offers, holding out a bowl of golden-yellow berries. 

    Fitz takes one, ripping off a single drupelet and popping it into his mouth. It bursts with a light pressure, exploding sweet and sour flavours across his taste buds. 

    He’s going to be kidnapping that bowl later. Might eat the glass itself. 

    Fitz glances over to Dex to find xem watching him and smiling. For someone who isn’t a telepath, xe’s very good at knowing what he’s thinking. Annoyingly good. 

    Bex leans over her mountain of food, butter knife grasped in her hand. “So, Fitzy…”

    “Congratulations, I am already afraid.”

    “Is Biana by any chance of mercy single?”

    This is the third time you’ve asked this week. Do you think I wouldn’t keep you updated?

    “Before I answer that, you have to be aware of the fact that Bi doesn’t tell me anything. So, to my knowledge, yes. But my knowledge is pretty much zero.”

    Bex swears, stabbing her knife into the container of butter. “Any update on Amy?”

    “If there was, I would have held a whole press conference the millisecond I heard anything at all,” Dex answers tiredly. 

    “Nanosecond,” Bex corrects. 

    “Planck time,” counters Dex. 

    Bex considers that. “No physics allowed in this house.” 

    “Then have fun as all your atoms explode because the strong force isn’t holding your atomic nuclei together anymore.”

    “I will.” Bex crosses her arms, but only long enough to realise that prevents her from shoveling food in at light speed. 

    “No talk of exploding anyone at the dinner table!” Juline reprimands. “Not after last year!”

    Fitz leans over to Dex, whispering, “What happened last year?”

    “Just put that on the list of things I say I’ll explain and then never end up doing.”

    Fitz nods. “Gotcha.” 

    The room is oddly silent for a moment--the longest possible length of time in the Dizznee household it seems--before Kesler asks, “So, Fitz, are you ready for the Gloamhenge quiz tonight?”

    “There’s a quiz? Oh, what am I saying? Of course there’s a quiz. Where else would Dex get it from? Oh, great, preposition. But my point still stands.” 

    “At best, it sits,” Dex mumbles, and Fitz glares at xem. 

    Kesler laughs. “Relax, I’m just messing with you.”

    “...I should make that a thing next year though.” Fitz holds his head in his hands as Dex writes that down. 

    “Do you see what you’ve done? You’ve given him ideas. There’s nothing more dangerous,” Fitz grumbles. 

    “No, Dex. You would make all the questions incredibly specific and then you would cackle the entire time we were struggling to answer them,” Kesler predicts very accurately. 

    “No, I wouldn’t,” Dex argues. Some might even say whines. 

    “Yes, you would,” Rex states. “You’ve given me like ten programming pop quizzes and that’s exactly what you do.”

    Dex puts xor hands on xor hips. “Fine then. How about you make me a quiz. Show me how it’s done.”

    Fitz places a hand on Dex’s, gently tugging it away, quietly promising, “I’ll make you a quiz. I know you have a very unhealthy relationship with Kahoot and I will very much enable it to the best of my abilities.”

    “Thank you,” Dex says softly, smiling just enough to show a single dimple and laces their fingers together. 

    Fitz melts into a puddle of Fitz-goo. This is incredibly unfair and it should not be allowed. 

    “Hey, Dex! Did you tell him about the cinnamon competition?” One of the Triplets--probably Lex because they’re the one that hasn’t caused a catastrophe yet today--asks. 

    “I told you, I’m not adding that to the official Google Doc of festivities. It was a one time thing, and I’d like to keep it that way. Let it live in our memories in its true glory. Don’t spoil it with a sequel. You know those are never as good as the original.”

    “Except for Shrek,” Lex inconveniently points out. 

    “Shrek is an outlier and should not have been counted.” Dex looks at Fitz. “And, no. You don’t get to hear about it. I don’t want to think about it ever again.”

    “What’s so bad?” Lex asks. “I thought sugar and spice makes everything nice.”

    “So does crack though,” Rex chimes in, and Fitz gets the feeling that isn’t the first time that exact exchange of phrase has occurred. 

    “That’s why we host the cinnamon competition. Double the nice. Duh.”

    “Oh. That makes a lot of sense now.” Rex’s attention turns back to the mashed carnissa root on his plate. 

    “And that is why we have a lock on the spice cabinet.”

    “Come on, do you really think a little metal’s going to stop us?” Bex asks. 

    “No. You’d chew through the wood first,” Dex replies like xe’s thought about it at length. Which he probably has. 

    Lex argues, “I’d at least try to pick it.”

    Fitz expects Dex to pull out the good old Yoda quote, but instead xe says, “It’s not a Masterlock. It has to be at least marginally better than absolutely useless.”

    “I can handle it. I’m cool like that.” The moment Lex says that is also the moment that they take a sip of Lushberry juice and cough on it. 

    “Remind me to add that to the very long list of reasons why I’m never getting them a lockpicking kit,” Dex says, taking a bite of an umber leaf. 

    “Does that mean you’ve neglected to get me one for the,” Lex counts on their fingers, “twenty-seventh Gloamhenge in a row?”

    Dex nods as Fitz asks, “Wait, how do those maths work?”

    “Okay, first of all, getting things for other people isn’t even a part of the Gloamhenge tradition. You just want things so you try to add it every time. But, to answer your question, Fitz, there are two a year, one on the spring equinox, and one on the fall equinox. Am I really that bad of a teacher or were you not listening yesterday?”

     “...the latter,” Fitz admits begrudgingly. 

    It’s not my fault, it’s your dimples. I am a very weak man. 

    Dex sighs. “What am I going to do with you?” 

    “Tell me to take notes.” Fitz suggests. “Maybe I’ll be too busy doodling in the margins or maybe I’ll actually listen.” 

    “Or I could threaten a quiz at the end.”

    “Why are we back to this? I’m already under constant threat of pop quiz at any time you’re bored enough to make a Kahoot. Which is at all times!”

    “At least you’re aware of the danger. Not all are so lucky.”

    “You mean Sophie, don’t you?” Fitz guesses. 

    “Mmhmm, yes, exactly, correct, very good. One point of extra credit to be redeemed during the next pop quiz you inevitably fail.”

    “That’s not terrifying at all.” Fitz turns to Dex’s parents. “I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with him for so long.”

    Kesler is laughing, enjoying this almost as much as Bex is, which is saying something. 

    Juline, on the other hand, says, “Xe gets it from his father,” looking pointedly at Kesler. He stops laughing abruptly with a painful sound. 

    “I’m full,” Lex complains, leaning back in their chair. 

    At the same time, Dex and Kesler say, “Hi full, I’m Dad.” They look at each other for a moment before collapsing into a fit of giggles. 

    Juline takes that as an opportunity to start cleaning up the carnage that used to be dinner. And there weren’t any major injuries, so this was a wild success. 

    Fitz tries to stand to help, but gets pushed back down into his seat by Juline. 

    What the--how dare you not let me help? I want to be helpful. Let me be helpful. Anger. 

    Dex manages to pull him away back onto the couch with a disproportionate amount of groaning.

    They sit next to each other with the minimum amount of space between them to avoid Triplet teasing. 

    An alarm goes off, and Fitz checks behind the pillow he’s currently crushing to see if he caused it, but no. It was Dex. 

    “It’s 9:52, officially Nautical twilight. Got until 11:18 until astronomical twilight when we might be able to see something. Even with the new moon and forecast for tonight.”

    “What are you going on about with all these different twilights?” Bex asks from somewhere Fitz can’t see. “We collectively decided to block those.”

    “You’re thinking of the book and movie series with Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn. Why do I know that? Scientific twilight definitions are civil twilight, which is still bright and immediately after sunset, nautical twilight, which is the pretty one with a dark sky and a bright orange ring near the horizon, and astronomical twilight, which is only slightly brighter than night,” Dex explains. 

    “Of course you know those. Was it on a Universe exam or does it just live in your brain for no good reason?”

    Dex smiles. “Take a wild guess.”

    Fitz sighs. “Why do I even ask anymore?”

    “I really don’t know, you should know better by now,” answers a mysterious voice Fitz is about seventy percent sure belongs to Lex.

    “Rude!” Fitz calls to the empty air. He doesn’t know where the Triplets have gone, and he’s not over excited to find out. 

    Juline comes back from the kitchen after loading all the dishes into the dishwasher, one of the few gadgets in the house that wasn’t built by Dex, sitting on the opposite end of the couch. 

    “How’s the sun’s activity doing? I know last fall wasn't a great show.” 

    “It’s doing its thing, exploding all over the place. As it does. Throwing particles everywhere. Looking pretty good.”

    What? It’s literally nighttime. Why do we need to monitor the sun?

    “Fitz, would you like an explanation?” Dex asks softly. 

    “Well, considering that you enjoy explaining things to me like I’m a five year old--which I am, more often than not-- so I’ll go with yes.”

    “You better take notes this time. I’m not going through my presentation again for at least six months. I will find other lecture topics if you need a condescending explanation before then.”

    Fitz pulls out the notes app on his Imparter without having to ask for a tutorial, a major accomplishment. 

    Dex begins, “Okay, so. Around the equinoxes, one of which is today if you weren’t aware, the Northern Lights are really bright. Do we know what those are?”

    “Are you going to go into extreme levels of detail regardless of my actual answer?” Fitz guesses. 

    “You betcha. How’d you know? Basically, the sun is a mass of incandescent gas that is just, like, constantly throwing a fit. Sometimes that fit is directed at the Earth--it’s actually really similar to pulsars and neutron stars now that I think about it--anyway, because the ionized particles are, well, ionized, they’re deflected by the Earth’s magnetic field into the atmosphere at the poles. Sometimes the sun throws a really big tantrum called a Coronal Mass Ejection, or CME, and then the humans have to deal with things like the Carrington Event.”

    “Hang on a second, I can only type so fast. I’m not good at typing like you.”

    “I’m not good at typing, just pretending that I am.” Dex pauses, waiting for Fitz’s thumbs to stop moving. “The Carrington Event is the name for this really strong CME like a hundred and fiftyish years ago and it messed up pretty much all much tech that existed at the time. There wasn’t much, but telegram lines weren’t pleased. And auroras were seen all the way to the Equator. That’s when you’re going to want to draw a giant arrow from aurora to the definition.”

    Fitz nods. 

    “In the northern hemisphere, it’s called the Aurora Borealis and in the southern hemisphere, it’s called the Aurora Australis because Latin is like that.”

    “Hang on, let me write that down. Spelling is difficult.”

    Especially when the keyboard switches to Latin letters like Human English uses instead of Elvin Runes in the middle of a sentence. But it’s not like I can ask for help. I’ll figure it out later. 

    “They translate to ‘north dawn’ and ‘south dawn’ but that’s not really important.”

    “And yet you still felt the need to tell me.”

    “What else did you expect from me, eh? Anyway, like I said, auroras tend to be most visible near the Equinoxes. You’d think they’d like the winter solstice, but I digress.”

    “Maybe the sun particles don’t like travelling the extra distance because the Earth goes like this,” Fitz holds his arm up at an angle that is most certainly not the angle of the Earth’s axial tilt, but it’s a good enough approximation.

    Dex points to xemself. “I don’t know, I’m not an astrophysicist.”

    “Why not? You should get to work on that.”

    “Go get your doctorate in Elvin History, and then we can talk…Are you literally writing that down?”

    “Yeah. Otherwise I’m going to forget.”

    Dex sighs, mooshing into Fitz’s shoulder. “From the Universe, you have a vague memory of the ecliptic, right? The imaginary line in the sky where the sun and moon and planets and human astrology constellations all fall?” 

    “I would have said no, but you just defined it for me, so it all worked out.”

    “On the Equinoxes, the ecliptic is perfectly East-West because it weeble-wobbles with the seasons. That fact is very helpful if one wants to make a calendar but one doesn’t have access to the internets. So you put up some giant rocks in a circle marking where the sun is and when it lines up again six months later, you know it’s an equinox and you can plan for the upcoming winter if you live in a temperate climate.”

    “I thought time was relative.”

    “Leave Einstein out of this conversation. We don’t talk about him.”

    “...okay.”

    “Did you just write down 'stop with the Einstein erasure’?”

    “Yeah.”

    “I--I don’t even know how to react to that. Moving on--”

    Fitz laughs. 

    “--If that circle rock thing I just described sounds familiar, that’s because there’s a big old monument in England that humans don’t entirely understand called Stonehenge and it’s like that. My bet is that it was an elf messing with them, but that’s just my opinion.”

      “Yeah that tracks.”

    “Your spelling is atrocious. Also, why are you in the Latin alphabet? I specifically disabled it. How did you manage to get it back?”

    Fitz shrugs, and Dex chooses to finish xor lecture before fixing the technology for whatever reason. 

    So close yet so far. I should figure out how to fix it myself…which is more likely to result in breaking the whole thing, but I’ll just buy a new one if I get desperate. 

    “Okay, we’re in the home stretch.” Dex promises, but Fitz doesn’t trust him that much. “The human city of Chicago--have you ever been there? Super mega tall building with a name nobody can agree upon, green river both literally and the carbonated beverage, says gym shoes instead of sneakers or whatever, putting ketchup on hotdogs is a punishable offence?”

    “If you think I could tell the difference between the human cities I visited, you’d be mistaken. Maybe pictures could feel vaguely familiar, but there were so many.”

    “Well, Chicago is on a grid system and a consequence of that is that on the equinoxes,  the sun can line up with the tall buildings and it’s called Chicagohenge and it’s supposed to be really pretty. Don’t ask me why I know that. If I knew, I would tell you. It just lives in my brain like that.”

    “Just like so many other things.” Fitz smiles softly, his boyfriend’s seemingly endless well of random knowledge always a source of happiness even when he’s tired. 

    It is decidedly past Fitz’s bedtime, and it’s still another who-knows-how-long before he’ll get to go to bed. Is this what he gets for being a morning person?

    “I know. I have a problem. You’re aware of this fact. I’ve given you many opportunities to run away. It’s not my fault you haven’t taken advantage of any of them.” 

    Fitz puts an arm around Dex, squeezing xem closer. “Stop trying to get rid of me. It hasn’t worked yet and I am progressively getting more stubborn every time you try.”

    “Oh, wow, I did not know that was even possible. Any more Gloamhenge questions before I go into a food coma or are we good?”

    Fitz yawns. “So you eat food then go watch the Northern Lights?”

    “Yeah.”

    “You could have just said that and I would have been fine.”

    “Fitz, how long have you known me? Have I ever explained anything in two sentences or less?”

    “Well, you have told me ‘just go google it, dumbass’ before. Which should still count as one sentence.” 

    “Yeah, that’s fair,” Dex concedes. 

    With that, Dex snuggles deeper into Fitz’s shoulder and Fitz opens up a crossword puzzle to keep xem entertained. 

    Three puzzles and about an hour later, Dex’s alarm goes off once again. 

    “Astronomical twilight! Time to migrate outside!”

    By ‘migrate outside,’ Dex means ‘take folding chairs into the cold outdoors and sit in them for hours on end until something interesting happens in the sky.’ 

    Even with temperature regulation and a blanket graciously donated by Juline, it’s kind of torturous. 

    “And now we wait,” Dex says, breath condensing in the freezing air and fogging up Fitz’s glasses. 

    “Now, one would think that if one was a telepath who lives in a very northern latitude, one would have invented seat warmers,” Fitz mumbles. 

    Dex instead scoots his chair closer to Fitz, lying xor head on his shoulder and twining their fingers together. “This close enough to a space heater for you?”

    Fitz smiles. “Yes, thank you. I am weak and pathetic in cold temperatures.”

    Dex’s brow furrows. “Then how did you go visit Fintan in his ice prison?”

    “Don’t try to logic your way out of this--”

    Dex laughs, a sound that never ceases to make Fitz’s heart flutter. 

    I am also weak and pathetic in the presence of Dex. This is unfair and I do not appreciate it. 

    “Do you have a gadget that’s going to tell me when the sky’s going to do the thing or am I just going to lose my toes?”

    “No, that’s why we all have to sit out here.”

    “You don’t have, like, a sunroom that would work?”

    “No, that’s why we all have to sit out here,” Dex repeats, more slowly this time.

    Fitz sighs, the giant cloud of water vapor obstructing his vision for a good five seconds. “I thought this was just for tradition reasons. Why must I suffer?”

    “That too. But I am lazy and I don’t want to wake you up at three in the morning to tell you there’s going to be a two second aurora.”

    Before Fitz can respond, he gets hit in the back of the head with the regrettably familiar coldness of a snowball.

    “Alright. Which one of you do I need to Exile?”

    Fitx glances back just long enough to find Bex pointing at Lex while Lex and Rex are pointing to Bex. As many disadvantages as there are to there being three of them, at least they’re all very willing to rat out the culprit at the slightest notice. 

    “Oh, come on, Rex, they’re a froster!” Bex complains. 

    Lex just gestures to the snow-covered ground to prove their point, and it’s a very valid point. 

    Fitz rolls his eyes, turning back to Dex. “I’m surprised you still have snow on the ground. Everglen only gets a little sprinkling once a year, if that, and it more often than not doesn’t even stick.”

    “Exile, that sounds nice. Most of the year, it’s actually too cold to snow but October hits that perfect sweet spot of complete nightmare. It’s like living in a snowglobe. At least March is drier so spring Gloamhenge doesn’t tend to snow. But the stuff on the ground,” Dex kicks a plume of it into the air, “is still leftover from snow season. We like to joke that we have two seasons: construction and snow.” 

    “Everglen has two similar seasons: construction and mosquito. Although those more often than not overlap.”

    Fitz yawns, letting his head rest on Dex’s. 

    “Wake me up if anything interesting happens.”

    “Promise you won’t bite me?” Dex asks. 

    “It’s not my fault I was arguing about something I don’t even remember in my sleep and you had to test whether or not I would bite your hand off and, not to mention, that was one time.”

    Sound really does travel farther in cold air, because Fitz can hear Kesler and Juline laughing from the spot where they decided to set up camp. 

    “Fine. I won’t bite you. I’m going to bed now.”

    “Did you know that sleeping makes you more susceptible to hypothermia?”

    “Well, I’ve got a personal space heater on my arm, so I should be fine.”

    Fitz doesn’t wait for Dex to reply before he lets his tired eyes close as he drifts off to sleep. 

    It’s some sort of magic how whenever he passes out--intentionally or accidentally--at Rimeshire, he doesn’t dream. Other than that one time. But that was an outlier so that doesn’t get to count. 

    A jostling on his shoulder brings an unwilling, groaning Fitz back to reality. 

    What century is it? 

    “Look up,” Dex whispers. 

    It takes a solid three seconds to process what that means, and when Fitz tilts his head up, he’s greeted by beautiful ribbons of greenish light dancing against the night sky. 

    It’s so much greener than he thought it would be. The sky isn’t usually green because of something, something, Rayleigh scattering. 

    A tickle of lavender occasionally flicks through, mostly on the edges. 

    It’s absolutely stunning. 

    Maybe not worth losing his toes, but stunning nonetheless. 

    Fitz’s lips pull into an involuntary smile. 

    This is exactly what a family should be. A group of people freezing to death while the Triplets are screaming in the background--how do they have so much energy?--together not just because it’s tradition but because they genuinely adore one another.  

    The green fades from the sky, and Fitz’s exhaustion returns. His brain probably just realised he’s awake in the middle of the night, and that’s not allowed. 

    “Okay, that was pretty. I’m going back to bed now.”

    Dex laughs, dimples showing. 

    And all Fitz’s sleep-added brain can think is, xe’s more stunning than the aurora. 

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i was wondering if anyone had tried speedrunning in stars and time yet. then i realised that’s exactly what siffrin is trying to do

[w0efulboopsoul]

😏: What angst tropes are you a sucker for?

Honestly? I'm a huge sucker for anything angst, and I mean ANYTHING.

(Yeah, I'm thirsty like that.)

But if I were honest with myself, it depends on the OC. Like I have some mutually shared tropes with them because well, they've all experienced similar issues but if I had to categorize and pick three of them it'd go like this:

Rebecca Byrd:

A trope where she and her love interest both think it is unrequited love. but later somehow find out that the other feels the same.

LOSS and GRIEF.

Wounded and or possibly dying.

A moment where they can finally be happy, just for it all to end in either death or disaster.

CORRUPTION. (Can be darker themed as well)

Mutual pain and or scar tracing.

Triggered PTSD.

Former lovers.

Wanting to let said person love her, though fear of the past keeps her hesitating until tension finally breaks.

Cara Zimmermen:

LOSS and GRIEF.

Mutual binding over trauma.

Literally falling in love, and not feeling worthy of it due to past mistakes.

Facing fears. (I know it's not exactly angst but the story behind her fear of water IS angst.)

Former lovers.

Triggered PTSD.

Stratus Silvaton:

Corruption. (DEFS darker themed, the bloodier the better.)

Toxic relationship of any kind.

Bonding over scars.

Mutual pain

Former lovers/exes.

LOSS and GRIEF.

Growing close to one and getting of being betrayed just she had her brother.

(This is just to name a few! The list honestly goes on and on! That and I've also had a lot of wine, and am scared of butchering this with my long rambles XD)

@noblyobliges

[ominousposting]

1) can you toucj on stratus's sibling(s)? i dont really remember you mentioning this b4 2) do you think rain cracks sodos back all the time

1) oooo this is a good excuse for me to ramble on my ghoul lore.

TW : MENTIONS OF DEATH AND CHRONIC ILLNES

OKAY so in my brain the ghouls are all humans that have died in the past that were put back on earth to spread the message of the devil. some ghouls are lucky and get a more fun version of this (the band !!!) as opposed to like. being servants for members of the church.

in my lore, stratus died after having a life long chronic illness in 1992. I also think she had a big family (such as my own) that helped take care of her til the day she died. As such, she has multiple siblings (maybe like 3 sisters, 3 brothers. something around those numbers) who she was very close to.

2) ABSOLUTELY ! but only if its requested. i also think his back just kinda. crunches sometimes and rain just goes. alright buddy its Time to crack.

[stratusxiv]

hewwo i’m eden :) this is am FFXIV-centric blog…. also an oc-centric blog for One Character In Particular because i’m insane about him.

☀️ my pronouns are they/them, but i don’t mind the occasional he/him.

☀️ i’m over 21, but don’t feel too inclined to reveal my age that aside. i’m married and have a kid of my own, but those are topics for my main blog @ednfall (i don’t post pictures of my kid and that is a rule forever)

☀️ recommend being 18+ before following. engage at your own risk otherwise. (terfs are blocked on sight 💛)

☀️ things will be tagged appropriately, please let me know if further tags are needed or if i forget tags

☀️ this blog is kinda mostly about my character ‘exod stratus’ and his whole thing. he is not just a FFXIV character, but he is part of a separate story of mine! his existence as a FFXIV character was mostly me going “how funny would it be if i put this guy through yet another hell”. and the answer was “very funny”.

☀️ tags ☀️

☀️ #surely.txt personal rambling tags

☀️ #exod stratus: ffxiv obviously the tag for anything specifically related to this guy. general game ramblings will be in my personal tag (like when i want to cry about fishing!)

☀️ #exod stratus: rise this is the NOT ffxiv exod. i probably won’t use this one much but just in case

☀️ more to add as i continue on!

[cumulo-stratus]

i don't even know if this counts as like "what is your trademark" but CLOUDS always make me think of you lol

like it's just an association i have in my brain now

That is my trademark <3334 intentionally lol

i was re doing my blog like a year ago and I was looking at other blogs, and I saw one with a cloud theme so I decided to do my username with it

and then that became my whole thing lol

[the-blue-brand-wrestling-blog]

The Blue Brand Wrestling Blog #5 Watching WWF in 2000 (Heat & PPV’s)

The Blue Brand Wrestling Blog

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The Blue Brand Wrestling Blog #5

Watching WWF in 2000 (Heat & PPV’s)

Hey there guys & girls,

I’m Andy Mac, AKA The Blue Brand owner and creator (@The_Blue_Brand) on X / Twitter. I thought I would delve into the world of blog writing and what better thing to write about than my favourite pastime Professional Wrestling.

Today I thought I’d discuss my earliest memories of watching professional wrestling. In particular WWF Heat throughout the year 2000. In the UK, RAW is WAR and SmackDown were on Sky television, a satellite service my parents didn’t pay for as it was expensive for the time. Thankfully Channel 4, a free to watch channel on UK television would air WWF Sunday Night Heat every Sunday afternoon after Football Italia would finish. Later on, Channel 4 would air Heat during the early hours of Monday morning, thankfully my dad would record these episodes for me. I’d get up early before school on Monday mornings, turn the television and VCR on and check out the episode before school.

You might think ‘poor Andy, only getting to watch Heat back then’ well, yes and no… Heat would often feature Edge & Christian, The Hardys (With Lita), The Dudleyz, Too Cool, T &A (Test & Albert with Trish Stratus) Dean Malenko, Perry Saturn, Eddie Guerrero and occasionally Chris Jericho. I even remember them giving us a random Triple H match once (The opponent escapes my memory) and even a random Kurt Angle Vs Crash Holly for the WWF Championship match which I still vividly remember as a kid.

On top of that, they would usually also feature the two best segments or matches from the previous WWF RAW is War and WWF SmackDown. These were great ways of finding out what was going on with the ‘big’ shows regarding the WWF Championship. Quite often these segments included your usual main eventers from the time – The Rock, Austin, Undertaker, Triple H – Kurt Angle – Stephanie McMahon (Love triangle), Kane, Benoit, Foley etc…

As an added bonus to this, Channel 4 would usually air around four PPV’s a year for free. If my memory is right, it would be January (Royal Rumble), May (Backlash), July (Fully Loaded / Invasion in 2001) and December (Armageddon / Vengeance in 2001)

I remember my first PPV being Fully Loaded 2000, an absolutely stacked show that to this day I still love. Advertised were three main events – WWF Championship, Rock & Benoit. Triple H & Jericho in a Last Man Standing match and The Undertaker & Kurt Angle in a feud over Angle destroying the Undertakers motorbike by accident! (Haha)

The opener was a 6-man tag between the Hardys & Lita vs Test, Albert, and Trish Stratus – This was a fun first match which the crowd was hot for. We also got Tazz vs Al Snow, Saturn Vs Guerrero for the European title, APA Vs Edge & Christian for the World Tag Team titles.

But my favourite match from this show as a kid was Val Venis with Trish Stratus Vs Rikishi inside a steel cage for the WWF Intercontinental title. As a kid, I loved Rikishi, I was so invested in his run as Intercontinental Champ. Him jumping from the top of the cage on to Val before Tazz screwed him over when he tried to escape the cage blew me away. I guess this just proves that everyone on WWF television during this time was over and had a character that nearly everyone was invested in.

I wish at times that we could go back to these days; the business was so hot and even as a young kid it felt like you were watching and experiencing something special.

Anyway, that was just a quick insight into my WWF viewing as a kid in late 1999 into the year 2000. I might at some point watch and review WWF Fully Loaded 2000 and Armageddon 2000 (I was so excited for the 6-man Hell in A Cell match!)

Anyway, I’ll stop rambling on now. Thanks for checking this fifth blog out. I’m a self-confessed WWE fanboy, always have been since I started watching WWE as a child. However, as you can hopefully and probably tell I’m trying to broaden by Professional Wrestling palate and horizons. If there is anything else you can recommend, I’m open to suggestions. I’m taking a break from my 9-5 office job at the moment and trying to fill my time!

Please leave feedback, if it’s constructive then I’ll always appreciate it. I’m always happy to learn and to become better. Please keep it respectful though, everyone is entitled to an opinion.

Take it easy guys,

Andy