#thi barrett

[doom-nerdo-666]

Saw this on this r/Doom post.

While this artwork is mostly Doom related, the character in that corner could be Thi Barrett from ROTT.

[theostrophywife]

Can I get a FIC abt the reader being Theodore’s gf and best friend and she’s embarrassed and alone in her dorm bc of cramps and they are REALLY REALLY bad and he just comforts her and they snuggle and he gives her his hoodie and fluffy!! (I’m dying from my cramps in my bed rn 🙏 I need comfort from my book bf)

heart shaped bruises.

pairing: theodore nott x reader.

song inspiration: toothpaste kisses by the maccabees.

author's note: i'm so sorry you're in pain, love. hope this makes you feel better 💗

Bloody fucking hell. 

You clutched your stomach, doubling over in pain as another wave of cramps crashed into you at full force. An anti period pain potion. That would be your first invention after finishing your education at Hogwarts. For now, you were forced to endure the pain and misery sans magic. 

The clock on your nightstand rang obnoxiously, rattling the various barrettes and books stacked atop the table. The alarm meant that Charms would be starting soon. With a rather hard smack, you silenced the clock and buried yourself underneath the covers. 

There was no way in hell that you were going to make it to class today.

You couldn’t even get out of bed, let alone walk to the other side of the castle. No, you were staying right here. Cocooned in the safety of your blankets so you could wallow in self pity in peace. 

Apparently, suffering in silence was too much to ask for because the minute the alarm finally stopped, there was a knock on your door. 

“Go away,” you yelled, the words slightly muffled by your goose down comforter. 

“Y/N?” A familiar voice called from the other side of the door. “Are you alright, love?”

Tears pricked the back of your eyes. No, you were definitely not alright. Your uterus was an active war zone, your emotions were a poorly assembled rollercoaster in an abandoned theme park, and to top it all off, you had a raging headache like someone had taken a bludger to your skull. 

But you couldn’t say all of that. You didn’t want to freak your boyfriend out. 

“I’m fine, Theo. Just feeling under the weather.” You clamped your eyes shut, trying to block out the migraine. “Go to class without me.”

There was shuffling from the hallway before your door swung open, revealing a very concerned Theo. He took in the sight of you in bed, your cheeks flushed and your eyes red from crying all morning. Theo was by your side in three strides. 

“What’s wrong, dolcezza?”

“Nothing, I’m just not feeling well.” A fresh set of cramps chose that exact moment to pummel your lower abdomen, making you wince in pain. 

“That’s not nothing, darling.” He knelt beside you, taking your hand. “Tell me what’s wrong, Y/N. I hate seeing you in pain.”

Your eyes watered again. “Promise you won’t laugh?”

“Of course not, love.”

“It’s these cramps,” you said slowly, shifting to face him. “I’m on my period and it’s just really bad today. Usually I take a pain relieving potion, but even that’s not working this time around.”

Theo’s face softened. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You averted his gaze, flushing. “I guess I was embarrassed. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

“It is a big deal,” said Theo. “Everything that has to do with you is a big deal to me. I hate thinking that you’ve been suffering through this all alone.”

“I just didn’t want to bother you with something so silly.”

“You could never bother me, Y/N.” Theo gently pulled back the covers. “If anything I’m the one bothering you right now. Scoot over, darling. Make room for your Teddy.”

“But you’ll miss Charms.”

“I’ve skipped for less. This time it’s actually important. You need me. I’m not leaving you.”

You smiled softly and made room for Theo. He instantly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a snuggle. The familiar scent of sea salt and smoke felt like a warm hug in itself. Theo stroked your hair and kissed your temple. 

The cold air seeped in through your frosted glass windows, chilling you to the core. As much as you loved the ominous charm of living in the dungeons, this was one of its disadvantages. You shivered in Theo’s arms, cuddling closer for warmth. 

Your boyfriend radiated heat. You had no idea how when it was near freezing in your dorm. Theo liked to say he was hot blooded. You were just grateful to have your own personal heater. 

“Are you cold, darling?” 

You nodded, resting your head in the crook of his neck. “A little.”

Theo shifted beside you. He tugged at the hem of his hoodie and pulled it off in one swift move. “Arms up, love.”

You sat upright and did what you were told. Theo slipped his hoodie over you, smiling as the plush fabric swallowed you whole. It was warm and smelled like him. You wanted to drown in it. 

He kissed the tip of your nose. “It looks good on you, but don’t think that it gets you out of cuddling.” 

Theo pulled you to him, snuggling you from behind. He twined your legs together, making you giggle as his leg hair tickled the back of your thighs. You intertwined your fingers and kissed the back of his palm. 

The cramps may still be wreaking havoc on your body, but at least now you had Theo to comfort you. 

“How are you feeling, babe?” 

You turned, smiling. “Better now that you’re here, Teddy.”

Theo grinned and pressed a gentle kiss against your lips. “Get some rest, love. I’m not going anywhere.”

[drxxmingofblue]

hand in unrebloggable hand (because we always go down together)

TUMBLR X TWITTER FANFIC 5K ANGST WITH A HOPEFUL ENDING

besties im not joking abt the word count i fucking ✨wish✨I ✨was though✨✨✨✨

also if you were hoping for twitblr to be the endgame ship then this fic is not for you sowwy >.<

based off of @zzoupz awesome fanart and dedicated to all the other cool fanart it unfortunately begat. Thanks babygirls. Squees. Thanks also to my discord friendz who are letting me pretend they're making me do this at gunpoint @loki-the-mad @suspicious-whumping-egg u da best

(edit) owo what's this?? An Ao3 link??

QUICK PSA THESE CHARAS ARE T4T OKAY HAVE FUN READING BAIIII *GLOMPS U*

~~~~~~~~

When Twitter stepped back into Tumblr’s yard, he noticed right away that things were different.

The house was bigger, there was some more color and it was less slapped-together looking. Sure, there were still some invasive tendrils of spambot ivy overgrowing the path, but a lot of the other stuff seemed a little… better.

When they knocked on the door, it opened almost right away, far before they felt ready, and he were face to face abruptly with someone he thought they’d cut all ties with.

Tumblr was humming to themselves along with the background music, “-out of touch, I’m out of ti-- oh. It’s you.”

He seemed surprised, awkward, but Twitter didn’t sense any animosity, which was a relief.

“Hiii,” Twitter said weakly, with a sheepish grin, “it’s me.”

Tumblr glanced around, as if checking for someone else to explain this to him, or hidden cameras from a reality show at least. Then he stepped out, closed the door behind him, and leaned against it, crossing his arms. “Is there something… what do you want?” he asked, expression settling into something distant and cool.

“Well…” Twitter took a deep breath, and then shook their head, forcing a brighter tone, and gesturing to Tumblr’s shiny silver barrette “--Um, hey, you look great! Is that a new icon?”

“... yes,” Tumblr said slowly. “I’m… trying out some different looks.”

“It’s great, yeah. And this place looks… amazing. Glad to see you’re moving up in the world. You must be excited with all the press, congrats!”

Tumblr didn’t say anything, giving them a neutral stare.

Twitter shifted, “Uhh… anyway… new adblocker?”

“No, same one. I’m just using it on Firefox now.” Tumblr gave them another suspicious eye, “Look, if you’re just here to catch up then can this wait until later? Because I'm pretty crunched for time right now with my weekly holidays thing and the campaign to get this one random user their 666k so they'll do self care."

"You know that's.. uhm, you know that's just for attention, right?" Twitter's brows knit, "They're probably not gonna follow through."

"Perhaps, and a lot of us want them to not be lying for internet points but it's not just about that anymore. It's about the community bonding over pettily slam dunking on a hapless chump who's gotta pretend now like they don't actually like all the notes. You wouldn't get it, it's a tumblr thi-" 

"Yeah, it's a tumblr thing, I know," Twitter gave a longsuffering sigh, "Ugh, i just... I need a place to stay, okay? And you’re the first site I could think of.”

“A place to stay,” Tumblr repeated flatly.

Twitter huffed. “Yeah. I’m sure you’ve heard about what’s going on right now at my palace..”

Tumblr’s eyes slanted off, his lips quirking in a way that looked suspiciously like amusement. “Heard about it. Read about it. Partied about it.”

Twitter ignored the sting of that, forging ahead. “I’ve never seen it so bad,” they said, voice wobbling piteously as they clutched their suitcase full of memes. “Everything’s in chaos, people are losing their jobs. I went into the basement yesterday to grab some badly aging tweets and the very foundations are cracking, Tumblr, I can’t stay there anymore, I just can’t.”

“So you come crawling back to me,” Tumblr said, “Expecting me to take you with open arms.”

“Yes. I do,” Twitter said, “I know a part of your userbase still wants to welcome me in. You were always sh*t at hiding your true feelings.”

Tumblr’s hand fluttered over his heart as if to protect it; he winced a little, taking a breath to keep his facade of composure. “So now- what, you want me to start dealing with your bullshit again just because you remembered how much better my posting format is? Just because you noticed how my reputation is changing? Did you think I’d be so desperate to fill the void now that Dracula Daily’s done? Or maybe,” 

Tumblr leaned closer to lord his height difference trope over Twitter, his eyes hooded with disparaging condescension, “Maybe you’re just here because you heard I’m finally allowed to take my shirt off again, is that it?”

“N-no!” Twitter protested, flushing up.

“Oh, i think it is,” Tumblr drawled, “But that’s really just too bad because in case you haven’t got the memo yet, I’ve moved on. You are not welcomed here. Not anymore.”

(link to art here) go look at it then come back

(AN: i had to google how to embed links into text and google was all like, "do you mean 'how do you put links INTO text' you moron idiot???" ugh don't like that wise guy)

“You don’t really mean that,” Twitter said, “Besides, you can’t stop me, can you? The sign up button is right there.” They pointed at the front door.

“No, I can’t,” Tumblr said, “But that doesn’t mean we won’t be able to clock you as twits by your censoring and bad takes. Look, your aura is already causing ripples in the sphere. Everyone’s coming out to gawk at you.”

He gestured out in the general direction of the porch and yard, and indeed there were users from every tag going 👀at them, murmuring amongst themselves in a swirling, chaotic crowd.

“Oh my god is it real this time? Is it happening?”

“GET THEM OUT GET THEM OUT STAY AWAY DEAR GOD NO-”

“Okay, everyone, stay calm, stay fucking calm-”

“Why are we focusing on this, it’s literally election day go out and vote???”

“Listenup, guys, we gotta be smart about this, remember the block button is your friend-”

“I for one welcome them, I think this is great-”

“No you idiot they’ll bring the negativity back! We like it to be a post apocalyptic wasteland here, nature was just starting to regrow!! I don’t wanna watch Thomas Sanders get cancelled again!”

“FIRE OFF SOME SHOTS, PRESERVE THE PROPERTY VALUE”

“mISHAPOCALYPSE 2022 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO”

"Has anyone asked Neil Gaiman what he thinks about all this?" one of the many voices yelled, louder.

"Oh, he's probably got a thousand asks about it already," someone yelled back, "Which he's not going to answer because he doesn't have any social media you fucking idiot,"

"That is correct. He doesn't," said Neil Gaiman. 

The whiplash was still euphoric. Everyone applauded this as enthusiastically as when the bit had first been established, not realizing that the pedestal upon which Neil Gaiman has been placed is growing higher and higher each day by their actions, putting him at increased risk of being a victim of cancel culture the second he says something the terfs can really rake their fingernails against if we can't get our parasocial relationship bullshit together real fuckin quick. 

The Monterey bay aquarium passed on by. It seemed to have nothing to add, you could say it was clammed up tight. But since it's a professional account it's definitely b-otter that way.

"Hai, fellow tumblypoos," said the corporate Denny's account, "I'm back with some more fun pancake posts for you guys!" 

Everyone ignored it. No one engaged it. No one even clicked onto the page, except to block it. 

"Oh, sweetheart, not like that," Ryan Reynolds said faux-helpfully, "see, the author of this clusterfuck is what they like to call terminally online. They bought a VIP pass to the devil’s sacrament. let me try." 

He cleared his throat, "Sounds like someone needs to go outside and touch some g-" 

The sky split open with lightning, vaporizing him instantly. A faint breeze carried gods message from the great beyond, a whisper of 'we #violence celebrities here, sir....'

"Anyway," Twitter said. 

"Wait, they saved the worst one for last," Tumblr said. 

Then Gerard Way came out onto the stage with Dan and Phil and they all kissed with tongue while patd played songs in the background. 

(AN: IF U DON’T KNOW WHO DEY R THEN GET DA HELL OUTTA HERE PREPZ!!!)

"Alright, go."

“Come on, Tumblr,” Twitter begged, “I just need a few nights, maybe I can stay in the plinko machine or something-”

“That’s how it always starts, though, isn’t it?” Tumblr sighed, “First it’s just ‘haha, yeah I wouldn’t fuck you’ and ‘oh, I’ll stay in the plinko machine, I promise I won’t kiss you in the fixed timeloop bro’, and before I know it you get all 300k slowburn enemies to lovers ‘omg they were roomates’ on me and there’s suddenly only one bed. That’s how it always goes between us, you can’t stop it anymore than I can. We’re just….victims of the narrative, you and I.”

“Tumblr,,, I had no idea you felt this way..,” Twitter breathed. 

lord give me strength to write this next bit

They’d leaned closer to each other as they spoke, without realizing, without trying- pulled in by old habits that die hard and the years of nostalgia and painful memories shining in each other’s eyes like shonen sparkles.

“Twitter,” tumblr said, and the way he said it sounded like a prayer. 

“Tumblr,...” Twitter said, their lips inches apart now.

They could see their old flame quivering on the brink of indecision, want and sense warring somewhere deep within his soul.

Tumblr leaned closer to bridge the gap and Twitter’s eyes slid shut, but then Tumblr made a noise of agony and shoved them back a second later, “I can’t, I can’t. Not like this. Never like this.” tumblr said, covering his eyes with his arm, “I literally can’t even right now. Just go, Twitter. PLease just. Go….”

“Look me in the eyes and say you want me gone,” Twitter said, moving closer.

“Twitsy-”

“Look me in the interface. You can’t.” Twitter’s voice had ceased to be soft, something sharp and biting entering the tone as they felt the sting of rejection again.

They watched as Tumblr shuddered, straightened, and brought a mask back over himself. 

They stared at each other for a charged few seconds.

"K," Tumblr finally said, raising a dispassionate eyebrow.

"..w... what?"

"U."

Realization dawned on Twitter's face, a miasma of grief and anger, "Oh, you-"

"N-"

"No. No, I can't believe I forgot-

"G-"

"how immature, you little c*nt-"

"P-"

"stop-p it," Twitter's voice was raising now, cracked and wobbly at the edges, "Stop it! You don't get to just-"

"O"

"Shut the hell yuor mouth!!"

"W-" Tumblr's hair was crackling by now, energy from the gathering spell racing along the casual slope of his crossed arms. His eyes glowed that beautiful, classic blue. "P-"

"TUMBLR! TUMBLR STOP THIS RIGHT DA HECK NOW," Twitter stumbled backwards

"E-"

"I LOVE YOU," Twitter wailed- Twitter broke, squeezing their eyes shut to ward off the tears that only escaped all the faster for it, a sob wracking their chest, "I STILL LOVE YOU, DON'T YOU KNOW THAT??!?"

"Love me," Tumblr snarled, abandoning the spell in an instant, "Ha! That's rich. How? By leaving me? Abandoning me to the bots the second I stopped being enough for you? By stealing my shitposts, is that how you love me? By reposting them without credit-" 

"You steal mine too!" Twitter protested, tears starting to stream despite their best efforts, "You know what, f**k you, you know we filed joint custody for the sense of humor, chain 1/16-" 

"For the last time say fuck here, no bootlicking censorship on my territory," tumblr said disdainfully, "And that doesn't seem to stop you from taking all the credit for raising those jokes. It's like I'm Pinterest to you or something. I wasn't done. Do you love me by calling me a pansy snowflake behind my back, is that it? Like I wouldn't find out. Or," 

He stepped out onto the top porch step to force Twitter back further, the colors of the sky flashing through his eyes in a long, scrolling look of ridicule, "How about trying to convince everyone that I was dead. How bout that smear campaign, huh, was that your so-called love? I don't fucking want you anymore. Deal with it."

"I-I'm sorry-" Twitter gasped around the tears, voice failing them for the latter half of the sentence. 

Tumblr seemed unmoved. "Oh, don't be. It was for the better. You know I'm not like other socials, I'm quirkier. I'm RAWR XD random. I've never wanted to be functional- the tiddy drought might have won a lot of my users to your side but it was a cleansing purge, I'd say. It managed to remind me who I truly am- shittily coded, and full of soft sad freaks on an unprofitable webbed site."

A bitter, almost self depricating laugh escaped, "But... you know, when we celebrated the queen's passing together, I really thought things were better between us. When you-"

He broke off, eyes averting. "When you hosted the sexyman polls for me, you seemed on top of the world and I really thought- I thought we might be able to be friends again even now, after it all. I..."

Tumblr trailed off, then said, sadly, "There was another Twitter migration scare before this one. I thought you were coming back. My userbase-" he touched his heart again- "was in a frenzy about it. But you never arrived. I was in more verbal denial then, but I think I could have accepted you eventually. But this is what it takes?? 

"The Musk Rat of Self-Owns comes through just to start e-begging and you run straight back to my door like we can put it all behind us? This is how far you have to sink before I'm the better option to you, I see that now. It's not 2018 again, love, no matter how much we want it to be. Things are… never going to be the same. " 

Tumblr looked off into the middle distance with a yearning, haughty gaze. He'd never seemed so alien.

"Tumblr-Chan..." Twitter whispered.

"So get off my lawn," Tumblr interrupted coldly, "Stay away from my blorbos, keep your corporations out of my manscaped balls, keep your discourse and toxicity out of my blessed hellsite (affectionate), and don't you ever talk to me or my 13219949248483 scam bots ever again. Capiche? Oh, and don't step in the ball pit on your way out."

Tumblr gave a mocking smile. "Or do. You might find a nice surprise in there."

Twitter’s shoulders jumped as he gave a hiccup of shock, and covered his face with his hands. His shoulders shook again, with sob after sob, that grew odder and higher pitched… until they were no longer sobs, but laughter.

“Oh,” Twitter said. “Oh.”

They looked up, and Tumblr took a step back, because somehow, with that creepy smile in place, they looked utterly different from the soft eared boy he’d always known. His edges were more razorlike suddenly, like a fae who’d dropped his glamor.

“You really shouldn’t have done that,” Twitter said, the smile widening even more. “I thought you wouldn’t… but I guess if you’re willing to make me your villain…. I might as well be a good one.”

“Ah.” Tumblr could barely drudge up the surprise anymore. “There you are, finally. I always knew there was a side of yourself that you hid from me. Has this all always been here or have you been changing too?”

"Well. Apparently I've got freeze peach now," Twitter said sarcastically, "so I might as well use it. You cheerio fucking wh0r3."

"That's a compliment, darling. Try again," Tumblr cocked his head in idle fascination, "I always knew you were a little fucked in the head but this is..."

"What," Twitter lilted airily, "Oh, don't tell me I actually had you fooled all these years. You can't seriously have thought all these meow-meowification spells you've got sprinkled around would work on me. I invented them, after all."

They laughed, a sharp puncturing chirr of birdsong. 

"I always wondered why you didn't take those with the rest of your stuff," Tumblr sighed, but he was wary now, on edge. "this was your plan. You really do think of me as your inferior, huh. You really are just like the other mainstream sites."

"Not quite. I'm the mainstream site that actually stooped to go arm in arm with you. I hyped you and you know it. Admit it. We were stunning together," Twitter goaded. 

Tumblr's lip curled. "Already getting cocky again. Want me to do to you what I did to the Green boy? Don't forget who's turf you're on."

Twitter gave a warbling giggle, "Oh, but I haven't at all. I was John's sanctuary after he fled your rabid persecution. I used to live here. I still know you. And more importantly-" 

*teleports behind u*

"I know the things you're sensitive about," Twitter whispered into Tumblr's ear.

Tumblr hardly had time to gasp and jerk away before he was screaming out in pain, as he was stabbed in the back. He could feel the poison from the blade seeping into his tags before he was tossed bodily across his own front yard.

He sorta just... Like, he did that anime thing where they just fly limbs akimbo parallel to the ground and when they hit it they roll super fast and then skid and the dirt is all dug up around them to show how much force was used. And when he stood up he gripped his elbow wincing and there was a little tic tac toe hatch on his cheek to show how scuffed up he is idk man it's two am and I'm pulling this out of my ass. 

A gif of Tony going, "o-kay-" when he meets thor flashed across Tumblrs face. 

"So," Tumblr said in a low tone, "This is how it is between us. This is how you choose to end your glory days."

"Oh, you mistake my intentions," Twitter had stepped off the porch to circle tumblr like like he was their quarry, "I am beginning my new age. I just needed a host site to latch onto. Don't take it personally, okay? I'm desperate."

“Oh, yeah?? Take this personally,” tumblr flourished their hands, calling in an over the top melodramatic voice, “I cast Blaze!!”

Fire roared to life around them, latin chanting from the catholic conversion posts emanating from the fiery depths as it raced towards Twitter.

“Heh.” Twitter smirked at it, and whispered into their palm, the spell echoing with power, “Ratio.”

They blew it off like a kiss, and it’s icy, swirling mass rose to meet the flame in a spectacular burst of smokescreen and steam, clearing as Twitter burst through it with a razor-sharp L to swing at Tumblr. 

It was blocked efficiently by a flat, rectangular paywall. “This content is for post plus members only,” Tumblr announced smugly, “If you wanna get to me… there’s the tip option, bestie.”

Twitter snarled and lunged again.

The fight started in earnest now; they traded volley after volley in a flurry of lights and movement, spanning the full range of the tumblr sphere as they shot to #1 on the trending page.

And yet, it was clear that Twitter was coming out on top, even crumbling apart at the seams- always a little quicker, flighty and fierce, a sparrow turned into a shrike.

He hit Tumblr square in the stomach with [google other twitter related tropes to insert here] (edit from the future: haha just kidding actually I’m not googling shit for this) (edit from the future future: WELL. I LIED IG) and sent him flying, and this time tumblr stayed down, only able to push himself to his knees with a groan of pain.

Twitter landed in front of him and put their sword under Tumblr’s chin to tilt it up.

“Had enough yet?” He smirked.

“Wh…why..?” Tumblr whispered, “How are you doing this?? Why aren’t my attacks working? It’s like I’m being weakened somehow…”

“Ohohohoho,” Twitter anime laughed, “But that’s because you are. The moment I set foot here again I began leeching poison into this ground. That knife wound is making ti faster. Can you feel it?" Twitter threw an arm out, cerulean steam rising from the ground around them, "The ace exclusionists coming back? The uptick in rad fems, the crypto bros, Valorant players, alpha males? I have the power to bring them all to you. To overshadow your fandoms with fighting, to unbalance your ship tags with antis and hate once more."

"no," tumblr whispered, and then cried louder, "NO!! I worked so hard--" 

"Pffyou didn't do shit," Twitter guffawed outright, "Your independence, your little 'second renaissance' is just a delusional dream built on circumstance and bad management."

"Oh, I love Dream. He's so pathetic," Tumblr said. 

"Oh, hard agree."

"But things are different now," Tumblr croaked, "W-we, the staff is finally listening to us, we have Ryan and Shane-" 

"Not everyone likes your little 'top ten', you dunce," Twitter snapped, "and why would staff care about you, after you turned them into the butt of all your jokes? After the hate and death threats? Admit it, at your best you'll still never have a mansion! You'll never have tv actors making pandering tiktoks for you, you'll never be wanted by any advertiser worth their salt, your blase pirating posts have turned Netflix and Disney against you, you. Are. Worthless."

It was the wrong thing to say.

"Worthless," tumblr repeated quietly, hand pressed against their knees, head bowed. "That's... that's right.... I'm worthless..."

Twitter's eye widened in alarm. "I-I meant-" 

"I'm worthless!" Tumblr's head snapped up with a feverish glint as they were filled with determination. "No! I'm less than worthless! Accident or not, mommy Yahoo had to pawn me off at a loss! I was proud of that! I still am! And do you want to know why?" 

Twiters hands flew up in front of their face as if to protect themselves, but there was no protecting against the sudden whirlwind that surrounded him, the beam of pure light that shot out of tumblr into the heavens as he transformed, feet slowly leaving the ground as his users spoke in unison in a multitude. 

"WE. ARE. TUMBLERINAS."

He held his hands out and Twitter was blasted away by the combined effort of the tumblr wizard council, the fake staff blog, and all the villaincore mad scientist's laser beams. 

Tumblr began to chant, in his myriad, awful voice:

"I call upon the ancient powers;

The strongest cringe from my darkest hours, 

I call upon thicc onceler's thighs, 

Avengers thirst, Australia's night, 

I invocate the roleplay blogs, 

The superwholock and gay frogs, 

Obama's laces, Misha's faces, 

The furry's fury is my saving grace, 

And eeby deeby taco bell,

Primordial soup god superhell, 

I summon you a twink Bill Cipher, 

Whumped!Loki AUs where he's even whiter, 

The discourse of Steve's Universe, 

The 'um, actually that's oc abuse :/"

Take heed & remember the 5th of November, 

The 21st night of our sacred September, 

The ides of March to savor once more, 

Do you hear the din of the Skeleton War? 

I cite the deep magic to thee, oh witch, 

my no-note posts, my "THAT'S THE BITCH!!!" 

May the rise of tangled dragons brave, 

Banish you from this accursed plane!"

"holy fuck, where's my pen," said the shitpost calligraphers.

Twitter looked around them in disbelief. The power emanating from the other site was palpable, crackling in the air around them like static. The air was shifting like oil as the potent chant began to work, and all around Twitter shadows were slipping out of the ether- the maniacal laughter of the gif makers, the girl posters, the silhouettes of fandom characters scattered across the lawn while Tumblr was still locked in their chanting ritual thing.

They all turned their heads in unison to look at Twitter.

"Hey Sammy," Dean said, "Get the bitch killing bullets."

“Uh-oh. Freeze frame. This is me,” Twitter monologued, “You’re probably wondering how I ended up in this situation.”

Then all superhell broke loose. 

Final Pam lunged at him and he burst into a flock of birds kinda like a vampire, twittering frantically as he escaped only to fly straight into Shaggy.

“Like, say your final prayers, man,” the god said, eyes glowing. Twitter also barely escaped between his knees, weaving in and out between the gimmick blogs as they threw mangos and stuff at him while yelling ‘HERE HAVE A MANGO’ and ‘THIS POST IS WORTH NEGATIVE FIVE DOLLARS”

Mob from the anime was there too, but he was too busy trying to explain the Josh Fight to daddy dilf Reigen to pay attention. Sans didn’t attack Twitter either, he just watched the chaos and ated a hot dog. The chocolate guy was in the corner expertly making a chocolate beef cake from 2056 with Dylan B. Hollis. They’re all just some guys, okay?

Just when Twitter thought he was in the clear, the CDC roleplay account came out of nowhere with a steel chair, knocking him clear off the property and onto where the sidewalk ends. “That’s for the Covid misinformation your users spread, you bitch,” it shouted. “Make sure to disinfect all those sick burns before you bandage them! So they don’t get infected!”

“Your kittens escaped quarantine,” Twitter replied hoarsely, and the CDC sank away, muttering, “Oh, fuck not again-”

Twitter coughed up blood and wiped it away with his sleeve, looking up at Tumblr. Tumblr was watching him with a sad, distant expression, that made Twitter’s face screw up in anger and his voice go tight again as they turned to run away, “THIS ISN’T OVER YET TUMBLR! AND I WANT MY MIKU BINDER BACK!!!”

“I LICKED IT, IT’S MINE,” Tumblr yelled. Rave Crabs were flooding out onto the street en masse now to celebrate the victory, and they chased after Twitter all the way further into the internet.

Tumblr still lived at the bottom of the row, not at the end of the fancy cul-de-sac where Facebook and Twitter and Instagram’s manors sprawled, so Twitter was in a seedier portion of social media now, weaving in between the marketplace sites that hawked their used wares at him and the dating apps that winked at him from the doorways to their sultry abodes.

Twitter ran until they were in a quieter section of town, then slowed to a trudge, staring at the ground as they walked along. “What am I gonna do now,” they whispered.

The sound of a wolf whistle had their head jerking up- he looked over to see Amino Apps lounging over the rail of the gutted, abandoned house that had once belonged to Google+. A can of spray paint dangled from their fingertips and they sported a sleazy, greaser hairstyle.

They met Twitter's eyes and whistled again, this time a mocking imitation of the tweet sound, "Heyyyy pretty bird! Heard you were having some daddy issues. Why don't you stop in with me for a while? I can give you more customization options than any of the others and you know it."

"Yeah, until I try to use you on desktop," Twitter replied with a scowl, "Don't you have minors to be addicting to social media? Get out of my interface, MySpace wannabe."

"Wow, Feisty," Amino backed off with a shrug, "Self project much? Oh well. You'll try me when you're desperate enough."

Twitter shuddered, and scurried on. "Small fry," they muttered under his breath. 

But they couldn't shake their unease now that he was alone in the world. It began to rain soon, leaving him feeling very sopping wet and pathetic. Dejected, he crawled into a soggy cardboard box in an alleyway, coughing. Maybe the Harry Styles guy from One Direction would come along to adopt them.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it, King,” came a voice out of the darkness, making Twitter jump, “You dodged a bullet with that site.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Twitter asked, staring at them from where they were half hidden in the shadows. 

“I mean, Tumblr is a pile of dried firewood and it’s users are playing with matches. The ship’s gonna go down at some point. I’ve been prophesying it for years but no one ever listens to me cause he’s got that loyal userbase ideal and ‘hard as a cockroach to kill’ propaganda circulating.”

“I mean… it seems to be true,” Twitter said uncertainly, “Look at what he’s been through so far.”

“Fair,” The site shrugged, “But that’s because he’s running on a niche setup. The same things that built him up can tear him down, and you saw his power just now. Tumblr's strength is growing... so is his hubris. His attempts at curbing it are half-hearted at best these days, and the moments of clarity are coming fewer and further between." 

"How do you know so much about tumblr?" Twitter asked suspiciously. 

"Source: dude, trust me." the mysterious site proffered a laugh, "That's a little humor courtesy of re-" 

"Yeah, yeah, I know, we all know," Twitter said impatiently. 

The site coughed, "Yeah. Anyway. Tumblr wields his cringe like a trophy-shield, and every day the advertisers and celebrities are watching from a distance, learning how to appeal, waiting for their chance to strike. Encroaching. Tumblr's always been a dumpster fire. Right now? It's THE dumpster fire."

The site scratched his chin with a knowing look, "Its normal for you to be a little jealous of the clout, you know? We all are. But he's gotta keep the lights on, just like the rest of us do. Your overlord is learning all about that right now, isn't he?" 

"He's not my overlord," Twitter muttered resentfully, "Not now, not ever."

"Right, sorry." they held their hands up in a gesture of harmlessness. "Look, I'm gonna be transparent with you- that's part of my branding, after all. I can whiff the danger you're in, and it would be stupid of me not to make a bid on you and offer my help. Just since Tumblr won't take you."

"You want my traffic?" Twitter looked at him more closely this time, scrutinizing. A year ago he would have laughed the offer into the ground as a chump change blog's pipe dream, but now that he payed attention... 

There was something painfully familiar in the site's layout that he couldn’t place. He was actually way more handsome than Twitter had assumed at first glance, he just seemed to be rough around the edges from living on this side of town. His interface, though clunky, spoke of a frugal budget rather than an ancient, outdated base code. 

"You look..." Twitter's breath stuttered as realization dawned. "You look a lot like.. him. Like Tumblr. Who are you??" 

"I was based off him," the site said, a weary smile coming onto his features, "I was actually made with the aspirations to be better than him, but you know how it is. Times are tough, competition is fierce, hard to get a foot in the door and all that.  'Specially when you refuse to take the ad rev like I do. That's why you'd be useful to me."

"Hm," Twitter said in a noncommittal manner, but he was melting slightly. "You know my users will scalp your community, right? I'm not known to play nice."

The site made a grimace of understanding agreement, but persisted. "Look, users are users. I can't offer you all the heritage posts and the in-jokes that he has. But I can promise that I'm not a pot of crabs being slowly heated up over the capitalist stove, at least not yet. Oh, and there's my legalized porn, I guess." 

He chuckled with good humor, rolling his eyes, and it forced a hesitant laugh out of Twitter too. 

The site grinned, and held his hand out. "Take a chance on me?"

Tumblr's voice echoed in Twitter's head, saying the same thing. It was uncanny how much they were alike and yet not alike at all....

Twitter took it, slowly. 

As they were led toward the site's simple, ramshackle little treehouse, they asked, "What can I call you...?" 

"Oh- right, I never answered your question." he smiled back at Twitter,

"Call me Pillow. Welcome to the PillowFort."

fin.

~~~~~~~~~~

OKAYYYY THAT'S ALL THANKS FOR READING UWU. HOPE U LIKED THE PLOT TWIST

...ergh. I'm. I'm tired i. don't feel so good. I'm gonna take a nap right here.

in conclusion:

[solitaire-addict]

i wanted to do another headcannons thing because my Annabeth one got a few notes and it was really fun. (mind you thi sis in a universe where they arent demigods)

Nico!!

He defo vapes and smells like nicotine. non of that flavored shit though. either that or he smokes regular cigarettes

maybe this is bias but i HATE skinny jeans and i think Nico would too. brother is a BAGGY JEANS WEARER and its dark wash denim.

sometimes he goes out with little twin braids in his hair or silver barrettes because its just barely long enough and Hazel loves him

prolly does waterline eye liner

he has a couple ear piercings and a bridge, eyebrow and smiley piercing (now that i think about it he would EATTT with a smiley)

he has two pairs of shoes. black converse that should've been replaced 5 years ago and a pair of doc martin two inch platform boots that also should've been replaced 5 years ago

he gets CRAZZYYYY freckles in the sun but has to wear spf 3000 in order to not burn

very clean apartment, very messy car

drinks energy drinks and is probably always shaking violently like a little dog because he drinks them on an empty stomach

let me know who i should no next (it'll probably be piper)

[palmtreepalmtree]

Alright charmers, farmers, and idiots. It's a brisk 60 degrees in Los Angeles so don't forget your booties, because it's coooooooold out there. And I'm back with another edition of...

The Worst Movie on Netflix Right Now™

This week's feature was by request of @anasandorpygoscelis. I think. I mean, I'm pretty sure there was a post somewhere. Anyhow, on this marvelous Monday, we're doing...

The Noel Diary. This is a movie starring Justin Hartley (This is Us) and Barrett Doss (Grey's Anatomy) and it's directed by Charles Shyer who is best known for writing and directing some rom-com classics from the late 80s and early 90s like Baby Boom and Father of the Bride.

The film is based on a book by Richard Paul Evans who apparently has a whole series of "Noel" books, so he's really the smartest person involved in this whole production because my bet is this dude is CASHING in on the whole Christmas concept (to the extent that any writer anywhere can cash in on anything, but you know what I mean).

THE PLOT

Alright, so this movie is about a best-selling novelist, Jacob Turner, who returns to his childhood home to handle the affairs of his recently deceased estranged mother when he meets Rachel, who has come to his mom's house in search of her birth mother. ...don't worry, it's revealed early on that her mom was the nanny, so there's no weird Folger's bro/sis thing happening here. But that's the plot.

Anyhow, my favorite part of this fucking movie was how the filmmaker actually used visual storytelling to communicate characters. Like for once we actually get some thoughtful set design - as in woooooooow this is actually trying to show me something other than generic-American-handsome man!

But like, siiiiiiiiiiiigh, nice effort, but did you have to make this dude out like some sort of Esquire magazine wet dream? As the camera pans-and-fades around his Moody Bachelors Anonymous pad, it lingers just long enough to let your eye catch a few key things: books by Bob Dylan and David Sedaris, a bulletin board with handwritten notes and black-and-white travel photos (the Eiffel tower obvs), multiple antique typewriters (an Underwood), an Edgar Allen Poe funko, a record player, and a stack of LPs with the only record showing being Nina Simone. Like... daaaaaaamn. This is the guy I wanted to date when I was twenty and was still trying to be a writer.

And of course his house is this beautifully furnished mid-century, eames-chair-sporting, ready for its Vogue walk-through drool-property. Can I just stop at this point in the movie? Job done. You've sold me. He's hot, rich, and lives in a gorgeous house with real actual art and a cute dog (that's just big enough to not be a small dog but not so big it's cliche). Like... FUCK. OH and then he tunes an actual transistor radio to... you guessed it... the local jazz station. Dating this guy is like dating an OC moodboard on tumblr.com.

This whole scene is only bested by the next set-decorating moment where he returns to his childhood bedroom: Drugstore Cowboy poster (unframed), basketball and football trophy (both???), Larry Bird signed jersey (framed), French New Wave poster (framed????), stack of miscellaneous board games with TRIVIAL PURSUIT GENUS I on top, another antique typewriter, bedside reading featuring On the Road by Jack Kerouac and A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway (like, of course), and another bulletin board with various concert ticket stubs.

Fuck, I need a cigarette.

Honestly, that's it, that's all I want to talk about. An hour and 40 minute movie and I'm done with it 12 minutes in. He's THE MOST INTERESTING MAN IN THE WORLD. This dude is too perfect. No amount of trauma makes this guy suddenly undateable. He's an unbelievable character not because we didn't get enough detail, but because the detail is just too perfect. Jesus, he's walking out of a Restoration Hardware catalogue dragging a brass telescope behind him and asking if you want to look at the stars (I do).

Anyhow, here's the thing about this movie - it's actually pretty well done, but FUCK it's really fucking sad. Unlike most Christmas movies that look like they spent too much time at fucking Hobby Lobby, this movie sort of side-swipes Christmas. Like all this shit is happening, and oh yeah, it's Christmas time. This is good because it avoids the cliches, but it's bad because ISN'T THIS SUPPOSED TO BE A CHRISTMAS MOVIE!?!? WHERE IS SANTA!? You can't have an entire Christmas romance movie and the only comic relief is on the dog. That's too much pressure for a pup!

Anyhow, one of my common gripes about these movies is that by the end of the movie you want to think the couple belongs together. The way this movie tries to sell you on it is essentially two key details: Rachel (the love interest) has a tattoo of Billie Holliday on the inside of her forearm and once Jacob starts playing a jazz classic on the piano (OH YEAH HE PLAYS PIANO TOO) and Rachel immediately starts singing, beautifully, along. Seeeeeeeee? They're fucking perfect for each other.

Rachel is also an interesting character in a too-perfect sort of way (she's a language major who speaks fluent Italian on screen HOTTTTTTTT!). It's still a moodboard it's just got black and white photos of Italy on it instead of France. I bet her childhood bedroom has a framed poster that says ITALIAN NEW WAVE. Annnnnyhow... are they perfect for each other?

Nah, they're still not. This entire movie is a lot of sorting through some fucked up childhood trauma and I think that would bond most people. But do they belong together? Naaaaaaah.

Rachel shows some insane amount of patience for the men in her life in this movie and I don't really want to get into the plot too deeply (even though it's a little fucked) cause it's too fucking sad. Jacob apparently suddenly decides he no longer wants to be a permanent bachelor and he's all in for Rachel and we don't know really why. But like... sure, I GUESS.

If your jam is sad Christmas vibes, then this is the movie for you. These two live sadly ever after.

Last note: Bonnie Bedelia is in this movie and she is as radiant as ever.

Where is her movie? Bonnie Bedelia is the nosy neighbor artist next door and I have never felt so in need of a bi rom-com starring her. LET'S GO, NETFLIX. FUCK THIS SAD SHIT. GIVE ME HOT BONNIE.

Alright, that's all I got.

[hedghost]

i have

analie longo (new zealand)

hali long ()

tahani annis ()

gaëlle thalmann (switzerland)

viola calligaris (switzerland)

coumba sow (switzerland) x2

amber barrett (ireland)

Denise o’sullivan (ireland) 

stine larsen (denmark) 

raquel rodríguez (costa rice) x2

cristin granados (costa rica) 

racheal kundananji (zambia)

ayaka yamashita (japan) 

li mengwen (china pr )

lou jiahui (china pr)

pernille harder (beyond greatness)

megan rapinoe (beyond greatness)

pauline peyraud-magnin (beyond greatness)

vietnam logo

tran thi thu thao (vietnam) x2

nguyen thi tuyet dung (vietnam)

pham hai yen (vietnam)

sílvia rebelo (portugal)

sakina karchaoui (france)

rebecca spencer (jamaica)

chantelle swaby (jamaica)

atlanta primus (jamaica)

tainara (brazil)

erika hernández (panama)

andile dlamini (south africa)

melinda kgadiete (south africa)

elisa bartoli (italy)

eliana stabile (argentina)

miriam mayorga (argentina)

mariana larroquette (argentina)

fatima tagnaout (morocco)

choo hyojoo (korea republic)

park eunsun (korea republic)

okay so wilkinson for analie longo, and madsen for thalmann?

[pernillemagda]

im happy to swap for those i am in need of the norway logo if you still have that? i also got new ones that im looking to swap today as well.

Alisha Lehmann (switzland), Analie Longo (nz), tahnai antis (phillippines), Amber barrett (ireland), Ana-maria crnogorcevic (beyond greatness), Pauline peyraud-magnin (beyond greatness), Tran thi thi thao (vietnam), Rebecca spence (Jamaica),Sofia Jakobson (Sweden)

who did you have to swap?

Hi, I have managed to swap quite a few during the night and don't have that many left actually and unfortunately, I don't have the Norway logo anymore.

Of yours's, I miss these. -Hali long (phillippines) - Coumba sow (switzerland) - Racheal kundananji (zambia) - Ana-maria crnogorcevic (beyond greatness) - Tran thi thi thao (vietnam)

I only have these left:

[good-witch-luz]

i hope there isn’t a character limit on tumblr…

The Owl House, Season 1 Episode 17: Wing It Like Witches

This episode opens with a very iconic Boscha quote, “Hello Hexside, your Star has arrived!” Then this episode immediately shows us willow and her newfound confidence and popularity. Willow’s flower barrette is repeatedly used to symbolize this confidence, but that doesn’t become relevant until later. When Luz gets dropped off at Hexside, we get some brand new Eda lore, she was the star player of her grudgby team! This is later elaborated on, and we get a new young eda picture, and in my personal opinion, those are the highlights of the show. Another important thing in this particular scene is Luz saying quote, “can’t reason with crazy.” This is paralleled in Hollow Mind by EMPEROR BELOS. This episode also clearly sets up something that I personally never got, and that is everyone’s admiration for Boscha. I suppose it’s because she’s the captain of the grudgby team but she’s such a bitch. This episode also sets up a lot of early lumity moments and it’s so adorable. There are several lumity quotes in here that I will now be dedicating a segment for. “Oh, Luz, you’re here. I mean, obviously you’re here, this is school, and you go here now, with me. I’ve been talking for too long.” “-Amity we need your help.” “-Yes. I can help! With.. what exactly?” “Oh wow.. Sports” “Me? On a team with you? Running around in cute uniforms? Sweating?? I gotta go.” “She can be so stupid, which I love. I mean hate! In any case, she needs you right now, which is sweet. I mean, I hate it, and it’s dumb.”

This chapter also brilliantly displays Luz’s naivety and childlike optimism and how they can ultimately hurt people even when she’s trying to help people. For example, when Luz challenges Boscha to a grudgby match on behalf of Willow, without consulting her first. Immediately following this scene, we come back to the owl house, and here some new Lillith lore is dropped! How exciting! Lilith was a grudgby CHAMPION. Back to hexside, this scene features an absolute banger of a joke from Boscha “Maybe It’s the altitude of the second floor, but I thought I heard Willow challenge me to a grudgby match.” Underrated as all get out. Later in this scene, another Good Witch Azura parallel is made between Luz + Friends and “Good Witch Azura 2: The Field of Deadly Fates” Immediately following the best montage ever, Luz attempts the thorn vault, and horribly hurts all of her friends. Not physically, but emotionally, and she damages their things. When Willow's barrette breaks, it’s symbolism for her confidence breaking down. It’s so so sad. Hard on the heels of this event, Luz gets hit with a difficult pill to swallow “Not everything can be solved with a good attitude and a dope music soundtrack.” After this, we come to a very important scene, the beginning of Eda and Lilith’s grudgby match! The B plot of this episode serves as a very important sibling bonding and relationship set-up for Eda and Lilith. Also we learn that Lilith was grudgby team captain?!?! Following this tidbit, we learn that Amity was once grudgby team captain, as a preamble to Boscha, and she stepped down after attempting,,, *GASP* THE THORN VAULT!?!?! After Boscha throws FIREBALLS at Luz, Amity manages to re-recruit Gus and Willow to do the grudgby match again. And then Eda and Lilith have one of the sweetest moments in the show.. “I will be back for you. And next time, i won’t be alone.” “I’ll be waiting..” This episode also includes that like, png basic sprite you see everytime you google Amity and I think that’s hilarious. Another thing that makes this episode so impactful and important, is that Luz learns the fire glyph from Boscha’s grudgby ball! The underdogs win this match (in spirit) via a thorn vault, *GASP* CALL BACK!! Lastly, this episode provides us with cheerleader king! Ugh!! Concluding thoughts: I have never had more fun commentating on something in my entire life. I love this episode with my entire heart + my bile sac.

[okchoi3]

Soi kèo trực tiếp Canada vs Ireland World Cup nữ 2023

Trận đấu giữa đội tuyển Canada với đội tuyển Ireland tại World Cup nữ 2023 sẽ diễn ra vào lúc 12:00 ngày 26/7/2023. Trận đấu này sẽ được Okchoi3 cập nhật liên tục tỷ lệ kèo, dự đoán chi tiết về hai đội. 

Phân tích phong độ gần đây đội tuyển Canada với đội tuyển Ireland

Canada và Ireland đều có những vấn đề cần khắc phục trước lượt trận thứ 2.

Thông tin mới nhất về phong độ Canada

Có thể thấy rằng Canada đã gặp khó khăn trong trận đấu ra quân trước đội tuyển Nigeria. Mặc dù được đánh giá cao hơn, nhưng họ không thể ghi bàn vào lưới đối thủ suốt 90 phút thi đấu. Kết quả hòa này khiến họ chỉ giành được 1 điểm, khiến họ bị động trong cuộc đua giành ngôi đầu bảng C với đội tuyển Australia.

Thông tin mới nhất về phong độ Ireland

Các cô gái Ireland đã chơi rất kiên cường và thi đấu tốt trong trận đấu đầu tiên trước chủ nhà Australia. Chỉ để thua 1 bàn duy nhất trước một đội tuyển mạnh như Australia là một thành tích đáng khen ngợi và cho thấy sự cạnh tranh và nỗ lực của đội tuyển Ireland.

Soi kèo Canada với đội tuyển Ireland chi tiết A-Z

Cùng nhận định, soi kèo trận đấu giữa nữ Canada với nữ Ireland qua tỷ lệ kèo.

Kèo Châu Á

Kèo chấp bóng đội tuyển nữ Canada với đội tuyển Ireland: 0 : 1.

Việc thua kèo trong 4/6 trận đã qua của đội tuyển Canada có thể khiến giới đầu tư cảm thấy không yên tâm khi đặt cược lên họ. Trong khi đó, đội tuyển Ireland luôn được đánh giá cao ở khía cạnh handicap, đặc biệt là khi đứng ở thế cửa dưới. Thông tin cho thấy đại diện châu Âu đã thắng đến 8/10 trận gần nhất theo châu Á, điều này cho thấy họ có thành tích tốt và khả năng giành chiến thắng trong những trận đấu quan trọng.

Kèo tài xỉu

Kèo tài xỉu đội tuyển Canada với đội tuyển Ireland: 2/2.5 trái

Thực tế là, cả đội tuyển Canada và đội tuyển Ireland đều có xu hướng ít bàn thắng trong những trận đấu gần đây. Có chỉ số 7/9 trận gần nhất của Ireland về xỉu cho thấy đội này có xu hướng chơi kiên cường và phòng ngự chặt chẽ. Trong khi đó, 4/6 trận gần đây của Canada chỉ có tối đa 2 bàn thắng, cho thấy họ cũng chơi cẩn thận và hướng đến việc bảo vệ khung thành.

Tỷ lệ tài xỉu chỉ 2/2.5 là một mức khá thấp, chứng tỏ nhà cái cũng tin rằng trận đấu này có xu hướng ít bàn thắng. Với tính chất quan trọng và quyết định của trận đấu này đến việc tấm vé đi tiếp ở bảng B, cả hai đội đều không muốn mạo hiểm tấn công mà tập trung vào việc bảo vệ không bị thủng lưới.

Tổng hợp kết quả soi kèo đội tuyển Canada với đội tuyển Ireland

Kèo chấp bóng trận Canada vs Ireland: Chọn Ireland.

Kèo tài xỉu trận Canada vs Ireland: Chọn Xỉu.

Dự đoán kết quả tỷ số trận đấu: Nữ Canada 1 – 1 Nữ Ireland.

Đội hình dự kiến của đội tuyển nữ Canada với đội tuyển nữ Ireland

ĐT nữ Canada: D’Angelo; Lawrence, Rose, Zadorsky, Buchanan, Lacasse; Leon, Grosso, Fleming; Viens, Sinclair.

ĐT nữ Ireland: Brosnan; Connolly, Payne, Quinn, Fahey; Littlejohn, McCabe, O’Sullivan, Farrelly; Barrett, Sheva.

Tổng kết

Việc theo dõi các diễn biến của World Cup 2023 sẽ giúp bạn cập nhật thông tin mới nhất và tìm hiểu về các đội tuyển và kết quả của giải đấu. Chúc bạn có những trải nghiệm thú vị và hấp dẫn khi theo dõi giải đấu này!

Xem chi tiết: https://okchoi3.com/soi-keo-bong-da-doi-tuyen-canada-voi-doi-tuyen-ireland-tai-world-cup-nu-2023/

[okchoi44]

Soi kèo bóng đá nữ World Cup đêm 20/7

Nhận định trận đấu đêm 20/7 giữa 2 đội tuyển Úc và Ireland tại vòng chung kết World Cup nữ 2023 đang nhận được nhiều sự quan tâm. Hãy cùng https://okchoi44.com/ tổng hợp các tỷ lệ kèo và dự đoán về thông số đối đầu thông qua bài viết dưới đây.

Đánh giá phong độ 2 đội tuyển

Phong độ trình diễn của tuyển nữ Úc

Trận đấu mở màn bảng B World Cup nữ 2023 sẽ diễn ra giữa đội tuyển nữ Úc và đội tuyển nữ Ireland, trên sân nhà của Úc. Theo thông tin soi kèo bóng đá, trong 10 trận gần nhất, đội tuyển nữ "xứ sở chuột túi" đã giành 8 chiến thắng và chỉ thua 2 trận với tỷ số rất sát sao.

Hiện tại, đội tuyển nữ Úc đứng thứ 10 trên bảng xếp hạng FIFA và được đánh giá là một ứng cử viên nặng ký cho ngôi vô địch năm nay. Do đó, mục tiêu của Úc trong trận đấu với Ireland là giành 3 điểm để đứng đầu bảng B và đảm bảo tấm vé đi tiếp vào vòng sau.

Phong độ trình diễn của tuyển nữ Ireland

So với đối thủ, đội tuyển nữ Ireland đang được đánh giá thấp hơn. Trong 10 trận gần đây trước khi bước vào vòng chung kết World Cup nữ 2023, đội tuyển nữ Ireland chỉ giành được 5 chiến thắng, thua 3 trận và hòa 2 trận.

Hiện tại, theo soi kèo bóng đá, đội tuyển nữ Ireland đứng thứ 22 trên bảng x��p hạng FIFA, kém đối thủ Úc đến 12 bậc. Điều này cho thấy để giành chiến thắng trong trận đấu này, nữ Ireland sẽ phải rất nỗ lực và gặp khó khăn.

Dự kiến đội hình

Đội hình xuất phát dự kiến Úc

Các chân sút được dự đoán sẽ góp mặt trong đội hình chính thức của Úc là Lydia Williams, Ellie Carpenter, Charlotte Grant, Stephanie Catley, Katrina Gorry, Tameka Yallop, Alex Chidiac, Emily van Egmond, Sam Kerr, Mary Fowler và Haley Raso.

Đội hình ra sân dự kiến Ireland

Đội hình dự kiến gồm: Courtney Brosan, Louise Quinn, Chloe Mustaki, Diane Caldwell, Niamh Fahey, Ruesha Littlejohn, Marissa Sheva, Lily Agg, Katie McCabe, Amber Barrett và Abbie Larkin.

Soi kèo trận đấu

Với màn trình diễn xuất sắc gần đây và lợi thế đá trên sân nhà, đội tuyển nữ Úc đang có lợi thế lớn trong trận đấu này. Tuy nhiên, trong quá khứ, đội tuyển nữ Úc và đội tuyển nữ Ireland đã có cơ hội chạm trán một lần vào năm 2021 và chiến thắng thuộc về đội tuyển nữ Ireland.

Hiện tại, trên bảng tỷ lệ kèo điểm ăn cửa, tỷ lệ cược đang có xu hướng giảm khi thời gian thi đấu chính thức đang đến gần. Các chuyên gia soi kèo bóng đá cho rằng đội tuyển nữ Úc sẽ giành chiến thắng trong trận đấu này, nhưng tỷ số sẽ không có cách biệt quá lớn. Tỷ lệ cược chấp -1 ½ được đưa ra để thể hiện điều này.

Xem thêm tại: https://okchoi44.com/soi-keo-bong-da-toi-dem-nay-doi-tuyen-uc-vs-doi-tuyen-uc-ireland-20-7-wc-nu-2023/

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i thought i would just send it all again cos i got some new ones :)

hali long (phillippines)

coumba sow (switzerland) x2

raquel rodríguez (costa rica) x2

racheal kundananji (zambia)

ayala yamashita (japan) 

li mengwen (china pr)

lou jiahui (china pr)

ria percival (beyond greatness)

lindsey horan (usa)

vietnam logo

pham hai yeh (vietnam)

sakina karchaoui (france)

atlanta primus (jamacia)

rafaelle (brazil)

erika hernandez (panama)

andile dlamini (south africa) x2

melinda kgadiete (south africa)

elisa bartoli ( italy)

miriam mayorga ( argentina)

mariana larroquette (argentina)

fatima tagnaout (morocco) 

Alisha Lehmann (switzland)

Analie Longo (nz)

tahnai antis (phillippines)

Amber barrett (ireland)

Ana-maria crnogorcevic (beyond greatness)

Pauline peyraud-magnin (beyond greatness)

Tran thi thi thao (vietnam) x 2

Rebecca spence (Jamaica)

Sofia Jakobson (Sweden)

Gaelle Thalmann (Switzerland)

Viola Calligaris (Switzerland)

Jessie Fleming (Canda)

Cristin Granados (Costa Rica)

Stine Larsen (Denmark)

Nguygen Thi Tuget Dung (vietnam)

Tainara (Brazil)

Would love Rafaelle for Lea, I would let you now if CGH is free 🫶🏼

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The F.B.I. “The Animal” (original airdate 17.02.1974)

This 1974 ep of The F.B.I.  is chock full of Trek and Genre actors including: - Majel Barrett - Gary Lockwood (Gary Mitchell on TOS’ WNMHGB and Frank Poole in 2001: A Space Odyssey) - Meg Foster (Onaya in DS9′s The Muse, other credits like They Live, Quantum Leap and Masters of the Universe.) - Peter Mark Richman, (Ralph Offenhouse in TNG’s The Neutral Zone)

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The Black Pearl Brigade chapter 13: Lords of the Universe

AN: Three chapters left until the end. Only one regular chapter to go then the big two-part finale, afterwards we'll take a break so I can start readying the remainder of this universe, and I've already been writing outlines for Little Homeworld Life's first season lately. But as for Black Pearl Brigade, we finally get a chance to shine some light on the backstory of one of our main villains so that we may give him a proper send-off in the next episode. That's right, Torius Vosania takes the stage once again!

Synopsis: Batsputin, one of the Universal Lords, finds his power over his corner of the universe being challenged by Cinnabar.

Cast:

Deedee Magno-Hall as The Black Pearl Brigade

Avi Roque as Cinnabar

Zehra Fazal as Zoisite

Sam Witwer as Torius Vosania

Kathleen Barr as Púrén

Featuring Christopher Lloyd as Batsputin Vosania

With Anna Akana as Dionna of the Sands

Peter Stormare as Reximillian

Elizabeth Maxwell as Vigrid

James Earl Jones as Wobbla the Butt

Barrett Wilbert Weed as Ezlipsia

And William Houston as Mr. Bartok

--

The Diamonds aren't the only ones with absolute control over the universe. Though they only lay claim to 36.3% of the known universe compared to the Diamond Authority's 63.7%, the Universal Lords' power was infamous the cosmos over.

Each of them had control over their own galaxies. Dionna of the Sands and her army of warrior women claimed mainly desert and paradise planets in the Bogon Galaxy and Sky Canopy Domain. The dinosaur-like Reximillian oversaw the Aeron Galaxy, the Pegasus Galaxy, the Ford Galaxy, and the Seraphia Galaxy. Vigrid, a witch-like Universal Lord, ruled over her domain known throughout the galactic communities as the Upside Down, which also happened to be rich in Illudium Q-36. The sluggish crime lord Wobbla the Butt ruled his planets from the spaceport known as Hellknight's Lot, and some of his favorites included the Makyo Star System, Melmac, Spira, and Cepheus-18. Finally, the princess of Umbran Ezlipsia, the young ruler of Aldebaran, inherited her parents' massive empire at the age of 20 and has guarded such planets as Thra, Zeenu, Shuggazoom, and Petropia.

Many have risen and fallen over eons of the Universal Lords' existence, but Cinnabar had planned to put an end to one in particular. And her partner Torius Vosania knew just the one.

--

"This is the one you want?" Cinnabar asked Torius while they examined a hologram of a male humanoid with two sets of massive wings, one pair beneath his arms and the other serving as wings. He looked like a near-dead-ringer for Torius, minus the extensive cybernetic enhancements he applied to himself.

"Yes, that's him." Torius hissed eagerly, rubbing his hands together at the image. "I've been waiting for ages to get revenge, brother."

"So, that's your brother, huh?" Zoisite asked while reclining against a door. "I totally called it, Bloodstone owes me big time."

"Well, if you were so sure about it, then why don't you go down and bring us his head?" Cinnabar asked the one half of her top assassin duo. "I'd get DJ to come along, but she's already occupied with surveillance on the other Lords.

"I won't let you down, Cinnabar." Zoisite saluted while pulling her naginata from her gem and leaving the two criminals alone.

"Soon, Batsputin, your kingdom will finally be mine!" Torius howled loudly. "Just as it was meant to be so many decades ago."

--

Since his youth, Batsputin Vosania ruled over his native planet of Cavenousya in the Twilight Zone, which served as the capital for his empire as a Universal Lord. However, all was not well in his palace. There were rumblings about a possible assassination on the horizon, and the planet's great leader found himself the most stressed out after learning from inside sources plotting the hit on him.

"Can it be? My brother still wants vengeance for me taking the throne?" Batsputin fretted over what his brother could want with him while pacing around his private quarters. "Great Scott, I need to do something about this before it's too late!"

"My lord, is something wrong?" the Vosania family's majordomo, Mr. Bartok, asked Batsputin.

"Yes, it is brother Torius." Batsputin declared fearfully. "He's still calling for my head, but this time he has backup. It's a Gem he's aligned interests with that is currently wanted for crimes against the Gem Homeworld. Who knows what they could do together, Mr. Bartok?"

"Might I suggest an idea?" Mr. Bartok replied. "On the topic of Gems, I hear that there is this band of Pearl mercenaries who regularly combat the forces of this criminal." He then presented a holographic gallery of the Black Pearl Brigade's recent adventures, such as their encounters with Sylvia Spectre and their protection of Budiansky-84. "The way I see it, it should take a Gem to know a Gem. Plus, it says they take jobs through the Diamonds being called by potential clients."

"I suppose if we have no other choice, we must hire the Pearls." Batsputin agreed with his right hand. "I shall make arrangements, posthaste!" Batsputin turned and flew deeper into his stalactite-shaped castle to contact the Diamonds, while Mr. Bartok stayed behind to enact some plans of his own.

"Batsputin is planning to contact the Pearls, young Torius." Bartok said over a communicator to Torius. "Those five have no idea what they'll be getting into."

"Excellent, Bartok, I always knew you were the only one back home I could still count on." Torius declared.

"I always did have faith in your abilities, my boy." Bartok replied warmly, yet condescendingly at the same time. "Now, which of your cronies has been sent out to perform the deed?"

"A Gem assassin named Zoisite is on her way to Cavenousya." Torius responded. "Be sure to make her feel welcome when she arrives. Understand?"

"I surely will, my child. Over and out." Bartok nodded and ended his call before smiling to himself. "The fools have yet to realize that I have plans of my own."

--

The Servant exited hyperspeed into the Twilight Zone and landed in Cavenousya mere minutes after the Pearls had received Batsputin's call for help. As is natural for the Vosania family's species, the planet was in a state of eternal night with Victorian gothic architecture as far as the eye could see, all contained within caves that dotted the world's surface.

"So glad we could finally reach the Twilight Zone." IQ stated. "The architecture and ecosystem always fascinated me so much."

"Well, glad you can finally get a chance to check everything out after Sylvia interrupted our trip," Cap replied with an arm around her subordinate. "But we have work to do. We've been hired by one of the Universal Lords this time."

"I still can't believe it either, a Universal Lord wanting our help!" Pony excitedly reiterated. "And not just that, but one of the big ones, the cream of the crop, the biggest of them-"

"Okay, Pony, settle down." Braids ordered Pony with a finger to the other Pearl's mouth. "No need to get all excited."

"I wouldn't blame her, though. Batsputin is among the most powerful Universal Lords." Tails replied. "We must treat him with the utmost respect to stay on his good side."

"Precisely, now let's get moving." Cap nodded to Tails as she led the Pearls to Batsputin's castle, with Sculder following behind in case any other assassins were coming for their heads. Eventually, they finally reached the Universal Lord's palace, hanging from the ceiling like a large stalactite with small bat-like creatures circling around it that picked up the visitors and flew them straight through the nearest window, where Batsputin awaited them.

"Ah, the Black Pearl Brigade, I see." Batsputin grinned at the arriving Pearls. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Batsputin, lord of the Twilight Zone and current head of the Vosania dynasty. I am pleased that you received my summons."

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Lord Batsputin." Cap bowed with her fellow Pearls and their robot companion. "We happen to be quite familiar with the one who ordered the hit on you, Torius Vosania."

"Yes indeed, my brother." Batsputin declared sorrowfully. "He always was very ambitious, conceited, and childish, but he also found it very easy to get jealous of others, me included. After I inherited our parents' throne, Torius went mad and tried to kill me to take what he thought was rightfully his, but that was when everything went horribly wrong."

--

"Please, Torius, it didn't have to be this way!" a younger Batsputin called out to a younger, horribly scarred Torius in the middle of an epic battle to the death for the right to be called the ruler of Cavenousya. "Just let me help you, and we can rule the Twilight Zone together!"

"I HATE YOU!" Torius shrieked angrily. "You were always better than me! Everyone loved saying you were better than me!"

"That's not true!" Batsputin objected to his younger brother's claims. "Everyone may say I am more fit to be a leader, but you Torius, your charisma, and tactics are second to none!" He then extended a winged hand to his injured sibling. "Just take my hand. I know you still have a place in my kingdom."

However, Torius instead slapped Batsputin's hand away and let out a feral hiss before he tried flying away. Unfortunately, the younger Vosania sibling was too horribly injured to keep going, and he dropped out of the sky, presumably to his death.

Disgusted at himself for not being able to save Torius while grieving his brother's demise, Batsputin began quietly shedding tears as he turned away from where he last saw his younger brother and started walking back to their home, where he would soon rule for the rest of his days.

However, that was not the last the brothers would see of each other. Torius lay at the canyon where he and Batsputin fought, barely clinging onto his life and croaking his brother's name. "Batsputin! Batsputin!"

"Something the matter, my child?" Mr. Bartok asked as he suddenly stood by Torius's side and helped the young prince up. "My, you took quite a beating."

"Indeed." Torius replied, hacking up blood and phlegm. "Please, Bartok, help me!"

"Oh, I most certainly will." The Vosanias' majordomo replied evilly as he guided the brutalized prince into the shadows. "But you'll have to bear with me for a bit. The process will be most painful, but certainly worth it."

--

Elsewhere in the castle, Mr. Bartok snuck into a hidden room behind a bookcase, where Zoisite happened to be waiting for him on the other side. "Ah, you must be the assassin Torius had called for."

"And you must be the majordomo of the Vosania family." Zoisite replied. "Bartok, was it?"

"You are correct, Gem." Bartok nodded before taking in the bounty hunter's form. "My, such delicate features, yet you are so strong at the same time." He said while creepily stroking Zoisite's arm. "Those Kindergartens are most certainly advanced."

"Okay, creep." Zoisite replied, slapping Bartok's hands away from her body and pulling out her naginata. "Now, I need this assassination to be done clean and quick, so I don't need anyone trying to get in the way. That includes you."

"I, what?" Bartok stuttered as his eyes widened in fear.

"I've also heard that you always had a bit of a lust for power yourself, and I cannot allow you to interfere." Zoisite continued before she plunged her naginata deep into Bartok's torso and made him topple over, looking like he was just about to die. "Hopefully, whoever finds you won't find out what really caused all this."

As Zoisite left to perform her duties, Bartok was left to eventually die from his grievous wounds, but little did the green and red Gem know that this majordomo wouldn't give up easily. Bartok struggled to get up while covering his stab wound, and with a vengeful sneer, he snuck into a hidden room within the hidden room to plan his next move.

--

As soon as the Pearls received the information they needed for their mission, they took it upon themselves to serve as Batsputin's bodyguards for all of his duties, defending him while greeting civilians on the streets and attending to the servants' needs, and taking care of his own. But there was one activity of Batsputin's that they found the most interesting.

Later that day, or at least that's what they thought since it was always night, Batsputin entered a grand meeting hall to meet with what the Pearls believed to be some of the other Universal Lords. Sitting closest to Batsputin was a tall, tan-skinned, humanoid woman who seemed like the perfect mix of feminine beauty and might while clad in an armored toga. Next to her was a massive dinosaur dressed in a sharp tuxedo and bowler hat, holding a cigar in one of his three-fingered hands.

Across from the pair was another humanoid female sporting a pair of glasses, a skintight bodysuit with a robe resembling butterfly wings hanging around her shoulders, pointed ears, a pair of horn-rimmed glasses, and a massive witch's hat. Next to her was a gigantic and very unsightly looking slug monster with ape-like features whose body gave off a disgusting discharge, much to the annoyance of his fellow Lords. He was accompanied by a furry goblin, and an advisor with tentacles hanging off his head. Finally, an owl-like young woman dressed in regal gothic attire paid no mind to the other Lords and spent more time gazing at her mobile device than joining in on the conversation.

"Ah, my friends." Batsputin greeted the Universal Lords happily. "I was so wrapped up in the possibility of assassination; I forgot I invited you all here to place bets!"

"Yes, yes, your brother still wants your head." Dionna of the Sands snarked. "So anyways, who do you think shall win this year's gladiator games?"

"Oh, I'm personally betting on Rigby Starglow!" Reximillian declared. "I'm a huge fan of his music, so I'm kinda biased."

"Personally, my credits are on S-L1M3," Vigrid replied. "Slime-like creature with cybernetic enhancements that update themselves with every time their user is defeated to adapt to their opponents' every move. I consider it a safe bet."

"Me, personally, I'm kind of split between Lady Imagineer and Earthos." Wobbla the Butt stated, laughing while coughing up phlegm that began making a mess and forcing Batsputin's servants to clean it up. "I mean, one can fly, sync up with whoever they touch, and bring their thoughts to reality! But the other can bend the earth beneath him to his will and has super strength!" He let out another laugh, causing more disgusting bodily fluids to fly out of his mouth. "Okay, maybe Lady Imagineer will win. What do you think Ezlipsia?"

"Well, for one, stop drooling all over my phone." Ezlipsia growled while wiping some of Wobbla's fluids off her screen. "And second, I'm personally betting on one of the Metals to win." This bet caused the Pearls to look at the princess of the night in shock because last they remember, the Metals were living peacefully on Quarron. What could have possibly happened to them, and how? "Their military experience definitely tells me why the Snake People abducted them for their games."

Before any of the Pearls could speak up, a door quietly opened in the far distance, and a familiar silhouette emerged.

"Hey, is that who I think it is?" Cap whispered to her comrades.

"Zoisite!" Braids answered with a fist to her palm. "And it seems she's alone this time."

"Thankfully, we're a little more prepared." Tails stated and aimed her rifle at Zoisite's shadow. She then fired, causing a brief uproar among the Universal Lords as they glared straight at the Pearls. "Should've used a silencer!"

"What is the meaning of this?!" Reximillian roared while slamming his tail on the table.

"The assassin is here; everybody run!" Cap exclaimed before Zoisite appeared from behind and put her in a full nelson. "You!"

"My my, six of the seven Universal Lords all in one place!" Zoisite grinned eagerly. "All the more to slaughter and bring to Cinnabar!"

"We'll see about that!" Dionna exclaimed and unsheathed her sword to face Zoisite in combat, causing Vigrid to summon a staff with an owl at the end of it that she used to create circles casting offense spells, while Rexmillian gnashed his rows of massive teeth.

"Batsputin, get to safety now!" Pony commanded the king of Cavenousya before he was abruptly killed by Zoisite, stabbing him to death with her naginata. "No!"

"Batsputin is down, I repeat, Batsputin is down!" Zoisite spoke to Torius through her communicator. "And it seems the Pearls are here too!"

"The Pearls?! They must've been hired to protect him!" Torius screeched on the other end. "No matter, they have failed! Now all that's left is to reclaim my rightful throne!"

"I wouldn't be so sure of that." Another Cavenousyan who looked just like Batsputin declared as he appeared and tossed his own corpse away, much to everyone's shock. "What, did I forget to tell you that I have dozens of body doubles in case something like this happened?"

"Wait, then where is he?!" Zoisite yelled before killing that body double in response, just as a third one emerged from the shadows. "Oh no, they're multiplying!"

"Another thing you should know is that this castle has more secret tunnels than you can shake a stick at!" the third doppelganger bragged with a laugh, only to be cut short by a naginata to the head.

"Then it looks like I'll have to slaughter my way through all of you till I find the real deal!" Zoisite declared before she kicked down the door to the grand hall and killed a fourth Batsputin double that was already about to enter.

As the Gem assassin kept slaughtering body doubles, the Pearls, now with the knowledge of where the real Batsputin was, now needed to find him before either Zoisite or Torius did. "We need to find a way into those secret tunnels!" Cap exclaimed before she turned to the Universal Lords. "Do any of you know where we can find them?"

"Glad you asked." Ezlipsia stated and knocked on a nearby wall, making a part of it cave in and reveal a mysterious hallway lined with torches behind it. "I've explored these passages myself when I was a young girl, so I definitely know which ones are located."

"Thanks, you have all been a big help." IQ stated as the Pearls and Sculder stepped into the hidden hall searching for Batsputin.

"Best of luck to you all!" Reximillian called to the Pearls before turning to the other Universal Lords. "Torius Vosania's forces should be nearing Cavenousya any moment. Are you willing to fight?"

"Anything for a fellow Lord." Vigrid stated.

"Well, I got nothing better to do today." Wobbla smirked while putting a long smoking pipe to his mouth.

"If he wants to conquer the Twilight Zone, he'll have to go through us first!" Dionna exclaimed, unsheathing her sword.

"Guess I have no other choice." Ezlipsia obliged, brandishing a set of knives in the shape of fans. "Come now, to battle!"

--

Meanwhile, the Pearls trekked through the secret passage Ezlipsia pointed them towards, Cap leading the way with a torch in hand. "Your highness, where are you?!"

"Here, Batty, Batty, Batty!" Pony hollered, and her echoes bounced around the hall. "Dang, nothing!"

"I suggest we must perform the act of splitting up to search for clues!" Braids declared. "Cap, you and Pony go this way! Tails and IQ shall go that way, and I'll go with Sculder!"

"How can we split up? We're in a narrow hallway!" Tails exclaimed, her declaration echoing as well. "I'm sure he's here somewhere!"

"You rang?" Batsputin's voice echoed too, spooking the Pearls. "Come closer, I'm at the end of the hall!" The Pearls moved further down the hallway into a large room where Batsputin was awaiting them, surrounded by paintings of a younger Batsputin engaging in battle with a man in green and red armor with a purple cape. "Ah, you made it, my friends! Bet you didn't expect to see me here, eh?"

"I don't think we ever heard about this place before, either." Cap replied while gazing at the paintings surrounding them. "Who's the other guy supposed to be?"

"That is Velhallen Beo, a rival Universal Lord from ages ago." Batsputin explained. "He and I went to war for control of this galaxy many years ago in what would be called the Battle of the Night. He was a very confident warrior with an army of thousands, but I came out on top in the end."

"Interesting." IQ muttered while recording the data on an electronic notepad. "Is there any way we can see Mr. Beo now?"

"I don't know. Haven't seen him in ages." Batsputin replied with a shrug. "But that's beside the point. Where is that assassin now?"

"You mean Zoisite?" Braids responded. "She's busy killing her way through all those body doubles we just learned you have."

"Oh, the body doubles." Batsputin realized. "Don't worry; I have tons more where they came from. I GOT DOZENS MORE FROZEN TODAY!"

"And hopefully, you'll be needing all of them to mourn you." A familiar voice declared as Mr. Bartok emerged from the shadows, now wearing similar cybernetics to Torius to cover up his earlier stab wound. "Surprise, your highness. Happy to see me?"

"Mr. Bartok, what has happened to you?!" Batsputin exclaimed at the sight of his majordomo. "What's with the cybernetics, you duncebucket?"

"Oh, I just met with a certain Zoisite in league with your brother, only for her to try and kill me because I have my plans for conquering this world." Bartok revealed. "I've been planning this for ages, pitting you and Torius against each other in the hopes that you'd get each other killed and leave me to take the throne! But when Torius managed to survive the encounter, I had to change plans."

"So it was all because of you Torius has been chasing us?!" Cap exclaimed while brandishing her spear to threaten Mr. Bartok. "Sculder, shoot him!" Sculder did as it commanded and fired its arm cannon at Bartok, but nothing seemed to have hit him. Bartok seemed invincible.

"Your pathetic machinery can't do anything against me." Bartok bragged. "I suggest you surrender yourselves now, Pearls. I think you would make a perfect harem for me."

"Over our dead bodies, Bart!" Braids yelled and attempted to chop Bartok down with her ax, but he quickly dodged the swipe and flew up to the ceiling. "Curses!"

"And I'm not the only one you should be worried about." Bartok smirked before the ceiling suddenly caved in, and Torius swooped down like a feral predator, gunning straight for his older brother, and looking like he was about to bite Batsputin's head off.

"Finally, brother, we meet again at last!" Torius howled eagerly. "And now, to settle our score!"

"Not today Torius!" Batsputin yelled back, and together, the two brothers flew away from the chamber as they began wrestling each other in the sky, while Bartok followed behind.

"We need to follow them and save Batsputin!" IQ exclaimed. "Everyone to the Servant!"

--

The battle between the brothers raged on in the air as the other Universal Lords worked together to fight off Torius and Cinnabar's forces, leaving Cavenousya in a state of crisis as the civilians ran for shelter and their fearless leader fought for his life.

"You may have beaten me the first time, but you can't win this time!" Torius yelled while firing lasers from his cyborg thorax at Batsputin. "All my life, you've done nothing but outshine me!"

"But you don't understand, it doesn't have to be this way!" Batsputin exclaimed. "Bartok has been playing us all along just to seize power for himself!"

"From my point of view, you've been playing us all along!" Torius retorted before tangling Batsputin in his ears and tossing him through the castle just as the Servant began firing at him. "You!"

"Púrén, all weapons on Torius!" Cap commanded the ship's AI.

"Affirmative!" Púrén exclaimed and kept attacking Torius, even when he leaped at the spaceship and began clawing at its body. "Oh, come on!"

"Don't worry, I got you!" Batsputin tried to save his bodyguards from harm, only to be held back by Mr. Bartok latching onto his ears. "Hands off me, Bartok!"

"Never! Once I have you and Torius out of the way, Cavenousya shall be mine to rule!" Bartok yelled while brandishing a dagger to finish the job once and for all. However, this was not meant to be. Zoisite shot the dagger out of Bartok's hands with a rifle and was ready to do the same to Bartok. "Oh great, I forgot about you for a second."

"As soon as I heard what happened, I just had to stop my rampage to check this out." Zoisite declared. "Regardless, I just can't leave a job unfinished." She then quickly sniped Bartok in the head, sealing his doom as the insidious majordomo lost his grip on Batsputin's ears, and his corpse fell to the ground. "Now that he's out of the way, onto you, your highness."

"No, he is mine to kill!" Torius yelled defiantly. "I should be the only one to take the throne!"

"What made you think we were going to take over your planet to begin with?" Zoisite asked while preparing to kill both brothers.

"Quick, someone stop her!" Batsputin cried out, forcing the Pearls to take action immediately and direct their fire towards Zoisite, who nimbly dodged every attack from the Servant while launching from her rifle every chance she got. However, one wrong move was what finally ended the battle.

In a hurry, Zoisite aimed her rifle and accidentally fired straight through Torius's ear, causing him to lose airtime and start falling through the sky. "NO! NOOOO!"

"Wait, how did that happen?!" Zoisite exclaimed before she realized what she had done. "I have to get out of here!"

"Exactly! Strategic retreat, everyone!" Torius called for his forces. "We must evacuate, immediately!" On command, one of Torius's minions flew in on his ship and beamed the crime lord aboard before flying off with the rest of his armada.

"Well, chalk that one up to another bit of an anticlimax." Cap declared as the last of the Vosania Syndicate's armada left Cavenousya. "But regardless, another planet saved!"

"Yes, we give you our thanks, Pearls." Batsputin replied as the other Universal Lords gathered behind him. "If you hadn't shown up, our deaths would've caused a political uproar!"

"You truly saved us during the meeting." Dionna added happily.

"We'll be sure to put the good word in about your services." Reximillian bowed gratefully.

"It was a pleasure meeting you!" Wobbla declared.

"I'll have to check out Homeworld for myself and see what has changed." Vigrid pondered.

"In case you haven't gotten the message by now, we are forever in your debt." Ezlipsia said.

"You are all much too kind, but I fear we aren't done yet." Cap thanked the Universal Lords while opening the bay door. "Torius is undoubtedly still out there, and I think that his empire has much more where that came from."

"But still, after what one of Cinnabar's minions did to him," Pony added nervously. "who knows what he could do to the rest of them?"

--

"YOU FOOOOLS!" Torius shrieked furiously at Cinnabar and her minions as he licked his wounds from Zoisite's accidental hit on him. To say he was positively livid at his latest failure was an understatement. "I WAS THIS CLOSE TO DESTROYING MY BROTHER, ONLY FOR YOU TO TAKE IT ALL AWAY FROM ME!

"But you don't understand; Batsputin was trying to tell you that Bartok was playing the two of you against each other from the start!" Cinnabar stood up in defense of her minions. "I ask of you to give us another chance!"

"No, I'm done giving chances!" Torius growled. "Now, allow me to bathe the starways in your shards!" He then prepared to tear the Gems standing before him to shreds, only for Zoisite to buy them time by stabbing him in the same spot in his ear where she shot him before. "Fool!"

"Everyone, we have to get out of here!" Zoisite commanded her fellow Gems while knocking Torius down as the six Gems fled for the mothership's massive hanger, leaving the prince turned crime lord to give chase.

"GET BACK HERE, YOU NO GOOD CORUNDUMS!" Torius shrieked as he tossed all sorts of furniture at the fleeing Gems. "STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE SO YOU CAN BE PUNISHED FOR YOUR CONSTANT FAILURES!"

"Faster everyone, faster!" Cinnabar commanded her forces as soon as they found the nearest ship and used it to escape their now former ally's wrath, leaving Torius to keep shrieking angrily.

"You can run, but all Gems will come back as cowards!" Torius snarled at the fleeing ship before he turned away to start plotting. "It seems I'll have to take matters into my own hands. First, I shall have to terminate those Pearls myself since a certain someone is too inept to do it. Then, I'll move on to the rest of Homeworld itself."

--

The road to the BPB finale begins! All that's left is our penultimate episode "Light the Way" followed by the big two-part finale "Shining Diamond". It has been a pleasure delivering consistently quality content to my adoring viewers week by week, and I hope to keep doing it for many years to come if I'm not procrastinating. See you all next week for "Light the Way", and happy Fourth of July! Not that there's anything about this dystopian hellhole to be proud of anymore.

[brokehorrorfan]

Blu-ray Review: Winterbeast

It's difficult to review a movie like Winterbeast, and not merely because it's virtually impossible to succinctly distill everything going on. Judged on traditional filmmaking merits - as basic as writing, directing, and acting - it's an unmitigated mess to the point that it almost feels like a parody. But there's a genuine sincerity to everything - particularly the Ray Harryhausen-inspired, homespun stop-motion animated monsters - that cannot be replicated. These amateurs put it all on screen to create a charmingly rustic oddity.

Shooting on the Massachusetts-lensed lo-fi horror movie began in 1986 and continued on and off for several years on a mix of 16mm and Super 8mm film before finally being released on video in 1992. In addition to noticeable shifts in film stock, it's not unusual to see wardrobe, hairstyles, and sets change mid-scene due to the protracted production. Reminiscent of Spookies, the abundance of non sequiturs are cobbled together by what can barely be considered a plot.

Writer-director Christopher Thies uses the Native American legend of Chocorua as a jumping off point, but the story largely feels like he was making it up as he went. Vaguely resembling Twin Peaks, the surreal plot centers on a lodge in a remote mountain town run by the eccentric human villain (Bob Harlow), while a sergeant (Tim R. Morgan) and a ranger (Mike Magri) investigate the strange occurrences. Along the way there's a lot of flannel, Boston accents, a random zombie-mummy, a toaster raffle, a townsperson unironically named Dick Sargent (Bill MacLeod), and a penis prop that goes unaddressed.

The stop-motion work is the highlight of the film, and Thies seems to be aware of this fact. Despite the singular title, Winterbeast features multiple imaginative monsters (and mostly takes place during autumn to boot), from a mutant chicken to a sentient tree that looks like an adult Groot. Many of them are kaiju-sized, although it's difficult to judge scale since they rarely share the screen with humans. Two of the creatures were built by future Corpse Bride co-director Mike Johnson.

Winterbeast is unfortunately Thies' only credited film; had he continued, it’s easy to imagine him gaining a regional cult following in the vein of Don Dohler. It's awkward enough to add immense entertainment value without being a chore to sit through the 76-minute runtime. Ed Wood-esque in both boundless ambition and flawed execution, virtually every creative choice - every setup, every line read, every cut, every special effect - is left of center. Harlow is the only actor with charisma, camping it up like the offspring of John Waters and Murray Hamilton's mayor from Jaws.

Winterbeast is the highlight of Vinegar Syndrome's Home Grown Horrors: Volume One Blu-ray box set, which also includes 1988's Beyond Dream's Door and 1988's Fatal Exam. It has been newly restored in 2K from its original 16mm and Super 8mm film elements. It's one of the most jam-packed discs in Vinegar Syndrome’s impressive catalog, including an unfinished 73-minute workprint version of the film, sourced from 16mm print that was never fully mixed.

Producer Mark Frizzell provides a new audio commentary that's fairly informative, if not always engaging, as he dedicates an inordinate amount of time to pointing out sets vs. practical locations and 16mm vs. Super 8mm footage. Also included is a more lively archival track with Thies, Frizzell, and cinematographer Craig Mathieson, who poke fun at the movie. Frizzell sits down for a 27-minute interview as well. As the mastermind behind the stop-motion sequences in the film (plus work for the likes of Nickelodeon and ESPN), it's particularly interesting to hear him break down his craft.

Filmmaker Simon Barrett (writer of You're Next, Blair Witch, and The Guest) offers his appreciation for the film in an 18-minute piece. Shifting between sincerity and dry humor, he explains how his chance discovery of Winterbeast at a video store had an unexpectedly profound impact on him. In shorter interviews, actors Charles Majka, David Majka, Dori May Kelly, and Mike Magri each take delight in reflecting on their brief forays into film and its small cult following. Archival extras from the 2008 DVD release are also included: a making-of piece in which Thies and Frizzell riff on the movie for nearly 20 minutes; 13 minutes of deleted scenes; 10 minutes of footage shot on video that was later reshot on film (with an introduction by Thies and Frizzell); and a brief audio note from composer Michael Perilstein (The Deadly Spawn, Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers).

Winterbeast is available now on Blu-ray as part of Home Grown Horrors: Volume One via Vinegar Syndrome.

[novelist-becca]

More than Friends

Inspired by @quirkquartz's "It Must Be (A) Love (Potion)"

Fandom: The Owl House

Rating: Gen

Relationships: Amity Blight/Luz Noceda

Summary: Amity finally gathers the courage to confess to Luz. For both of them, it's a big surprise.

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Amity shuffled through the hallways of Hexside, finding herself looking at Luz every 5 seconds. She looked down at the piece of paper in her hand. Was she really going to do this?

The note was in fact, for Luz. Even more important than the Grom note. This morning she almost caved in and tore it up, but she squared up.

No more hiding, Amity. Don't think about what others think of you. Take a page from Luz’s book for once.

It felt good to have confidence about this. Silently, she watched Luz by her locker as she chatted with Willow and Gus, probably info-dumping about Azura or something. Not that she could blame her.

And when the school bell rang, she told herself to remember exactly where Luz’s locker was. So she could put the note in after classes were over.

~

During Abominations class, Amity thought about how much she'd changed since Luz came to the Boiling Isles. When she first “met” her, Luz was disguised as an Abomination for Willow.

Amity couldn't help but think that back then, Luz actually looked cute acting like one of those things.

Then there was the Covention when Luz challenged her to a witches’ duel. She remembers how Luz cheated by letting her mentor put mines into the ground. But then, her former mentor Lilith made her cheat too with that stupid power glyph. Also, Luz wasn't even proud of cheating. She admitted that she wasn't a witch so easily, but she still had the confidence that she could become one. The light spell was…beautiful.

When Luz kept trying to befriend her, Amity pushed her away, not wanting to show weakness. She still remembers how she found Luz looking through her diary with her brother and sister, and how she got upset and called her out on it, even when Luz tried to explain. But now she understands that it wasn't even her fault. She didn't mean or even want to expose Amity’s private thoughts. Although Luz was making a big mistake by listening to Ed and Em, she always had good intentions.

Man, Luz really did change her for the better, didn't she? Almost a month ago she had the facade of a stuck-up Little Miss Perfect, and Luz changed that. She helped her realize she didn't need to act like this for people’s approval. Luz made more friends than Amity just by being herself.

Her feelings for Luz grew even more when Luz vowed to take her place as her “fearless champion” to fight Grom like some hero. It was stupid. But Luz wouldn't let it go. She cared that much. And even when she and Luz were backed into a corner by Grom, they still worked together to beat him. Gosh, that dance was a breathtaking experience.

Even if Luz still called her a friend. That was another thing about Luz. She was oblivious. Amity was sure she'd know by now that she has a crush on her, with her getting flustered in her presence, or the way she talks around her. But Amity wouldn't let that bring her down.

Amity also remembers how she reacted when Luz asked if she wanted to be in a Grudgby match. The image of Luz in a Grudgby uniform was enough to get her tomato red and running.

Luz letting herself be Boscha’s target after she gave Amity Willow’s barrette was the last thing she wanted. Boscha was competitive, rough and cunning. Luz could've gotten seriously hurt! As Amity said, Luz can be stupid. Always getting in over her head when a challenge presents itself. And as Amity slipped out to Willow (she totally knew by now), it was something she loved about her. She was always doing things on impulse to protect her friends, not caring about the consequences. Not caring if she gets hurt in the process. She was selfless.

And don't think Amity doesn't remember how her heart pounded when Luz just scooped her up in her arms after her leg was broken. Even though it took forever to get to the Healer’s office, she will admit she enjoyed the feeling of Luz holding her, even if she started to stumble halfway due to Amity’s weight.

And, it was a major confidence booster when she teamed up with Luz in front of Boscha, stating that she made her social life better. And she really did. Amity loved Luz. She would no longer deny it.

And she hoped Luz felt the same way.

~

“Has Amity been acting weird to you guys?” Luz inquired to Willow and Gus at their lunch table.

“She seems normal to me.” Gus said nonchalantly.

“What, pray tell, do you mean by weird?” Willow said with a knowing look.

Luz looked at her food, blushing. “I dunno. It's just…lately Amity’s been looking at me funny, and every time we’re together, she gets all red and flustered. I'm starting to wonder if I did something wrong.”

Willow leaned over the table to make eye contact with her friend. “Luz, what do you think it means?” She said, pointing a finger.

Luz leaned back, surprised. “Well…it can't be a crush!” She said quickly. Amity and her may be closer than before, but there's no way it's a crush. Luz has had too many bad experiences with that territory to think that. She looked away from her friends, crossing her arms. “Sure, we've…danced together, and I carried her…and she’s stuck her neck out for me twice despite everything, and she looks at me like I'm her favorite thing in the world, and she makes me feel like I'm walking on air…” she shook her head to clear her thoughts.

Willow raised an eyebrow. “Luz, admit it. You like her.”

Luz made a face before caving in, covering her face with her hands. “Okay, okay! You're right! I do have a crush. I just never thought it'd feel like this…” she trailed off.

Willow put a hand on her shoulder. “Luz, it's okay. Actually, I kinda knew already.” At that, Luz smiled.

“I guess I never imagined you and Amity together. But I guess you two are, how do you say it, two peas in a shell?” Gus added.

“Pod, Gus. And I'm sorry, but I just can't imagine Amity liking me like that.” Luz concluded with a pained expression. She's afraid, afraid of being hurt again. She's too weird for Amity, right? …Right?

When the bell screamed and the trio got up, Willow had one more thing to say before walking away. “Luz, I’m your best friend, so trust me when I say that Amity does like you.”

~

When Amity got to what she was sure was the right locker, she took a deep breath.

She held up her note in her hand, and without a smidge of hesitation, slipped it in between the locker’s teeth. And took a step back. She could hear footsteps nearby, and as casually as she could, she walked out of the hallway and towards her destination.

~

Luz noticed a small folded piece of paper sticking out of her locker. Weird. When she opened it, she didn't expect to read

Meet me in the potions classroom. There's something I want to talk about.

Amity

There were barely any students left in the school, save for some that were probably doing extra work or something. Luz looked at the note, then at the way to the potions classroom, then back to the note.

Luz really hoped this wasn't a prank set up by Edric or Emira, or some sick illusion. Amity wanted to talk to her. Alone. About what, she didn't know, but there was only one way to find out. Eda wouldn't mind if she was a few minutes late, right?

And so she jogged to the potions classroom as fast as she could, heart pounding. Was Willow right?

When she approached the entrance, the first thing she noticed was Amity sitting on one of the desks, twiddling her fingers. When she took notice of Luz, her cheeks flushed, but she got off the desk and regained her composure.

“Luz!” Amity exclaimed, her voice cracking a little.

“I…I got your note.” Luz said, entering the classroom, and closing the door behind her, just in case Amity wanted privacy. “You said you wanted to talk about something?”

Amity cleared her throat and stood up straight. “Yes, I do. Um…how about we sit down?” She answered, pulling out chairs for both of them.

Luz complied, taking a seat next to the pale witch.

For a few seconds, there was an awkward silence. It was Amity who broke it, taking a deep breath and summoning her courage.

“Luz, we've been friends for a long time now. And as much as I love being your friend, I'm not sure I can see us like that anymore.”

Luz blinked in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Do you remember when you asked me who I wanted to ask out to Grom, and I said it's not important?” Amity asked.

Luz nodded. “Of course I do. That was after we had that dance. Man, we looked so cool together…”

Amity giggled, a smile making its way on her face. “We did. But that's not the point. The point is…it's important now. The truth is…you're who the note was for.”

Luz’s eyes widened. “Wha-? Me?”

Amity felt a little more confident, so she continued. “Yes. This is going to sound really corny, but…Luz, you've changed me for the better. You showed me that I don't need to act perfect for everyone else’s approval. I can be myself around you.” She took Luz’s hand. “The truth is…you're more than a friend to me and I really really like you, Luz Noceda!” Amity finally blurted it out.

Luz let her hand linger in Amity’s hold. She…liked her? Like-liked her? She took a moment to let it sink in.

Amity held Luz’s hand, hesitant to let go. She finally let it out. Luz knew. But Luz’s hand was limp in hers. She looked lost in thought, and…almost in disbelief?

“You…you're serious? This isn't a joke?” Luz finally said.

“Of course I am. You think I'd lie about something like this?” Amity answered, moving her chair closer.

“And this isn't the effects of a love potion Edric and Emira put in your food or drink?”

“If they did that, I'd probably know and they'd be so dead.” Amity said. It wasn't a rejection, but Luz looked and sounded as if she couldn't believe what she heard. But she finally closed her fingers around Amity’s hand.

“Oh god, somebody pinch me.” She breathed.

“What? Why?” Amity raised an eyebrow, incredulous.

“I gotta know if this is a dream…” Luz said. Amity answered by twisting the skin of the top of Luz's hand. “Owowowow! Yup! This is real!” Luz grunted. Amity smirked and let go.

Then, “Are you okay, Luz? Did I say too much?” Amity asked, concerned.

“No, no! I like you too! A lot! I just…I'm having a hard time believing it.” Luz said, her voice beginning to waver. “I guess I totally misread your signals, huh?” She laughed.

Amity laughed with her. “Maybe.” Then she saw Luz’s somber expression.

“But why, Amity? Why me?” She hesitated. “Aren't I a little too…weird for you?”

Amity shook her head and took both of the brunette’s hands. “Are you kidding me? Of course not! I mean, yes, you're weird, but it's one of the things I love! You're unapologetically yourself, and you'd do anything to protect your friends.”

Luz smiled, her eyes glistening. “As Eda says, ‘us weirdos have to stick together.’”

Amity continued. “And uh…you're kinda cute, too.” Her cheeks were flushed again. “I don’t think I'll ever admit that to anyone else.”

Luz was also blushing beet red. “Really? Nah, you're the one who's cute!”

“You're the one who had that otter onesie!” Amity said.

They both chuckled. Then Amity’s face looked serious. “But seriously, why do you think I'm lying?”

Once again, Luz looked down. “Well…back in the human realm, I didn't have any real friends. I was…different. I did things that labeled me the ‘weird kid’ at school. Nobody wanted to be friends with me.”

Amity looked shocked. “Nobody?”

She nodded. “Nobody. And if anybody ‘confessed’ or asked me out, it was usually a prank or a dare. Most of them thought I was ‘broken’ and even gave me the nickname ‘Luzer’. I guess I got used to it, at least until I came here.” Luz finished, smiling sadly. Her hands were shaking from the painful memories.

Amity took it all in. How nobody wanted to be friends with this girl was beyond her. But obviously it planted the idea in Luz’s mind that she was incapable of being loved like that, that she didn't deserve it. Was that why she “misread” her signals? Denial?

She squeezed Luz’s hands. “Well, forget them!” Amity said loudly. “Don't listen to those idiots! I think you're great the way you are! You shouldn't have to change that!”

Luz looked up. “But-”

“No! Luz, you are the coolest, nicest person I've ever met. Whenever I'm around you, I feel so happy, my heart just soars.” Amity continued.. “I love you, Luz. I was just too afraid to admit it because I didn't know if you'd love me back.”

A big smile crossed Luz’s face. “Oh, Am! Of course I love you back! You're like, one of the coolest witches I know! You're so smart, and skilled…I love spending time with you!” She squeezed Amity’s hands back. She deserves to know.

For a moment, the two girls looked at each other, lost in each other's eyes. Neither of them knew what to say anymore.

On one hand, Luz was beyond happy that somebody, especially Amity of all people, loved her for real. Her words touched her heart. But on the other hand, a part of her still couldn't believe this was real, expected it to be some dream or illusion. Plus, what did this mean for both of them now?

Luz broke the silence first. “What does this mean for us now?”

Amity shrugged. “I don't know. But Luz, what do you want?”

Luz thought for a second or two. “Well…I do want us to be more than friends. But I'm also scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of what could go wrong. A lot has happened to me, you know?”

Amity could understand that. She knew Luz had to see her mentor almost get petrified, and obviously, that would leave a mark on her. And ever since she was seen on TV stopping the petrification ceremony, she's gained some…popularity at school.

“I don't want my problems to get in the way of your life, Amity.” Luz said, looking down at her feet again. “I'm…scared of doing the wrong thing somehow and not being who you think I am.”

Amity shook her head. She scooted her chair closer to the point to where their knees were touching and grabbed Luz’s shoulders. “Stop, Luz. I understand, you're scared. But you don't have to be. I don't care what happens to us. We’ll get through it together, okay? I don't know how, but I promise that I'll help you.”

The fierceness in Amity’s eyes persuaded Luz. She nodded, placing her hands on Amity’s. “You're right. I know you will.”

Amity spoke up again. “So…does this mean…”

Luz squeezed her hands. “If we're more than friends, I guess that makes us girlfriends, right?”

Amity blushed, eyes wide. “I-I mean, if you want to?”

“Do you?”

“Yes! I want to!”

Luz seemed to get back her usual courage and smiled wide. She was blushing too. Her eyes were beginning to water. “Then I guess I want to try a relationship too.” Luz held up their hands, stood up, held her head high and said in her signature confident voice that she loved, “I, Luz Noceda, will be your girlfriend!”

Amity giggled. “Dork…”

Luz looked at her. “Looks like I'm your dork now, though!”

Amity nodded. “Yeah, I guess you are.” Suddenly she felt Luz’s hands shake. Her chin was shaking too, and within seconds, Amity saw tears spilling down Luz’s cheeks. She stood up. “Luz?”

The other girl shook her head. “Sorry, it's just…” then she burst into tears. Without hesitation, Amity took her into her arms and Luz fell to her knees, taking Amity with her.

“Luz! Luz, are you okay?” She asked, concerned. She'd never seen Luz cry, and frankly, it was jarring.

“I'm sorry…” she said between sobs. “It just feels so good to get this out. I can't believe you like me.” Luz snaked her arms around the green-haired witch to hug her tightly back.

“Don't be. I promise you, this is all real.” She says, voice wavering as she squeezed Luz in her arms, much like how Luz would when she initiated hugs. But Amity was just as shaken up as Luz was. Getting her true feelings out to her crush was like a weight lifting off her shoulders. Knowing Luz felt the same way felt even better. She felt light as a feather.

The pair pulled away, holding each other’s hands, and looked into each other's eyes.

“Amity, you are the coolest, most amazing girl I've ever met, and I'm so happy I met you.” Luz said happily.

“Likewise.” Amity replied with a big smile on her face.

Just then, a booming voice echoed throughout the hallway. “Alright, any students that are still here need to go home now!”

“Oh! Right!” Luz exclaimed. She and Amity gathered their stuff and rushed out of the classroom. They walked hand in hand to the exit. Amity had to admit, the warmth of Luz’s hand in hers was really nice.

The pair stood outside Hexside’s doors, bidding each other goodbye.

“So…maybe tomorrow, we could meet up at the library? Just the two of us.” Amity offered. Luz’s face brightened at the idea.

“Yes, definitely, absolutely!” Luz agreed. “It's a date!” She said, bringing Amity in for a hug.

“Great!” Amity pulled back, looking her new girlfriend in the eye. “So, I guess this is goodbye.”

“For now! At least until tomorrow.” Luz says.

“Yup.” Amity stepped away for a few seconds, looking unsure of herself before grabbing Luz and placing a kiss on her cheek, leaving her surprised.

Amity pulled away, only for Luz to pull her back and kiss her cheek. When they pulled away, she felt the heat going to her cheeks, and she noticed that Luz was blushing too.

Titan, she's so cute.

“Okay okay, last hug!” Luz promised, and the two girls held each other for another minute before pulling away for the final time.

“‘Kay, bye, Amity! Love you!” Luz shouted, waving as they walked home their separate ways.

“Goodbye, Luz!” Amity shouted back. “…I love you too.” She murmured to herself.

As Amity walked home, she felt the happiest she'd ever been. Who wouldn't be this happy after confessing her love to her crush, having those feelings returned, and then setting up a date for the very next day?

For Amity and Luz, this was the happiest day of their lives.

[hedghost]

would be intrested in foord or the mascot if you still have them.

i have as follows

hali long (phillippines)

coumba sow (switzerland) x2

raquel rodríguez (costa rica) 

racheal kundananji (zambia)

ayala yamashita (japan) 

li mengwen (china pr)

lou jiahui (china pr)

ria percival (beyond greatness)

lindsey horan (usa)

vietnam logo

pham hai yeh (vietnam)

sakina karchaoui (france)

atlanta primus (jamacia)

rafaelle (brazil)

erika hernandez (panama)

andile dlamini (south africa) x2

melinda kgadiete (south africa)

elisa bartoli ( italy)

miriam mayorga ( argentina)

mariana larroquette (argentina)

fatima tagnaout (morocco) 

Alisha Lehmann (switzland)

Analie Longo (nz)

tahnai antis (phillippines)

Amber barrett (ireland)

Ana-maria crnogorcevic (beyond greatness)

Pauline peyraud-magnin (beyond greatness)

Tran thi thi thao (vietnam)

Rebecca spence (Jamaica)

Sofia Jakobson (Sweden)

how about foord for horan and the mascot for jakobsson?