#EVENTS IN HOBART

[hobiebrownismygod]

Hobie's Canon Event

Okay, so I see a lot of people talking about how Hobie probably lost a police captain and that was his canon event and etc...

but people seem to be forgetting that this guy kills cops on a day-to-day basis

like he fucking hates cops

He hates cops to the point where he even talks about them in his intro, depicting them as pigs and smashing their heads in with his guitar

You see that? It literally shows the cop with a pig snout and pig ears 😭

"Maybe he lost a police officer that was his friend"

HUH??

Bold of you guys to assume that he'd be friends with a police officer in the first place

Hobie's character is extremely hard to understand. To this day there are still people confused about what he said in the movie, due to his thick accent and the fact that everything he said had some sort of double-meaning. He's a super well-developed character with a genuine backstory.

This is why its important to pay attention to his character instead of projecting your own emotions onto him

Gwen and Miles are easy to play around with. They say what they mean and everything they say is fairly light-hearted. The same goes for Pav, its very easy to understand what he means when he talks about something. They are also well-written characters but their dialogue isn't as deep as Hobie's.

Its a lot easier to make things up about the others without undermining their character. But you can't do that with Hobie brown while still being accurate.

Writing him requires a lot of research. It requires a lot of understanding.

I get that these are headcanons but headcanons can't be an excuse to diminish his character and what he stands for

Someone ACAB wouldn't have been friends with a police captain.

He either killed his police captain or his police captain wasn't actually a captain and was his version of Captain America (Karl) or some other superhero

It makes more sense for his canon event to have been a dog named Captain than an actual police officer.

[imolelalade]

Her Canon Event

Pairing: Earth 1960 Variant! Hobie Brown x Nifemi Adekoya! Anansi! Fem Spider OC!

Word Count: 1.4k-ish

T/W: Mild mentions and descriptions of blood and injuries, and character death

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Nifemi never asked to be Anansi.

It wasn’t like she had asked to get lost on that field trip and get bitten by that God-forsaken spider

It wasn’t like she had asked to end up with powers. 

It wasn’t like she had asked to bear the weight of her city’s mistakes and problems on her shoulders.

But she had accepted the burden- A burden that she would carry alone.

It had always been this way. Bolatito, of course, tried her best to help. Her gal in the chair was always the sarcastic remark in the spider-woman’s ear as she tried her best to save the city over and over again despite the blame and ridicule she got in return

But no one knew about the late-night cries

Nobody knew about the empty days

And nobody knew about the nights she spent wondering if she would ever be allowed to love someone.

Nifemi avoided love

You grow close to someone and it’ll hurt 10 times worse when they leave.

It happened with Nnkechi

It happened with Uncle Ben

It was bound to happen again.

And Nifemi, of course, had made it one of her sole duties to avoid the cursed emotion as much as she possibly could.

But again, when had life ever decided to go her way?

Hobie Brown had come into Nifemi’s life as subtle as a car crash.

Standing in front of the drab university classroom, his height towering over their poor professor, everything about him was loud.

His entire outfit screamed punk. The helter-skelter of chains and studs on him would have had any Nigerian aunty calling the police. The wicks his hair had been styled into added an extra 5 inches to his already towering height. The painted guitar slung across his back looked like it could have been considered a weapon

In summary, he was everything that she had been warned to stay away from.

That didn’t stop her from being pulled towards him. 

Like a moth to a flame, she got closer to him, and in turn, he got closer to her.

It was nice.

He was nice

Hobie didn’t care that she was awkward and could barely say a thing whenever he spoke to her.

He didn’t care when he found out that she was the infamous Anansi that the entire city of Laghattan had come together to hate for every attack that fell upon the city.

He stuck with her, washing away every bruise and every dark thought that surfaced with a soft caress and playful kiss to the forehead.

“Why are you still here?”

“Why wou’d I leave?”

“‘Cause they all do…”

“Then ‘ll be the firs’ to stay…”

But like a moth to a flame, one always had to go out.

There had been a blast

It was common in Laghattan, with supervillains showing up every hour, no one saw this as any different.

But he wasn’t meant to be there

He had gone home

She had walked him home

So why was he there, lying on the ground, half of him barely visible because of the rubble?

Why was his arm bent like that?

And why in God’s name was the floor red?

As soon as the punk saw the torn-up spider, he tried to laugh

“‘J-jus’ a scratch luv ‘m good…” he mumbled softly, attempting to reassure her.

His brown eyes usually filled with humor or the usual glint of mischief, were now filled with pain, the pain of him trying his best to stay strong for her.

Nifemi’s own eyes filled with tears as she bent over him, her mind trying to grasp what was happening.

Her body glowed a dark violet as she struggled between her anger at herself and the overwhelming sadness taking hold of her like a fucking hurricane

She wrenched off her mask as she registered Hobie shakily telling her to breathe. To calm down that everything would be fine.

But she couldn't calm down.

She couldn't breathe.

She couldn't think.

Her whole world was crashing around her as the realization hit her.

The truth of the situation was setting in like a tidal wave, and with it was all her regrets and fears.

There was no way this was happening.

Not again, Please God not again

"No," she whispered, her eyes reddening.

"Nonono this can't be happening."

Her hands started trembling as she tried to stop the bleeding, she desperately wanted it to stop.

But it didn't, it just kept on flowing out of his body even as she tried to keep it in.

"You're going to be fine ‘Bie," she whispered, trying her best to breathe but failing miserably.

“Everything’s gonna be fine…”  She wasn’t sure who she was telling this to at this point, to the boy dying in front of her or to herself.

She kept holding him, keeping him close to her, trying her best to support his head, to comfort him.

But all she could hear was his breathing, growing labored with every passing moment.

"Stay with me, stay with me," she begged through her tears.

Her hands were covered in his blood.

Hobie was covered in blood.

His pain was tearing her apart, soaking into her just like his blood was soaked into her suit

She wished she could just take all his pain away.

But she couldn't.

She was powerless.

“...mo nifẹ rẹ…”

The fuck.

Nifemi looked down at Hobie in dazed confusion, tears flowing down her face as her mind  registered what he had just said.

“I love you.”

The bastard had just told her he loved her.

How did he know those words?

Why had he chosen this moment to say those words?

Why now, when he was slowly leaving her?

Nifemi sniffled rubbing his cheek slightly, “E-emi na ni ife si iwo na…” 

She let out a sob and cradled him to her chest, her body now glowing a light purple a mixture of her undying love and her uncontrollable sadness, “I-I love you too you idiot, don’t die…”

He couldn’t leave her like this. She couldn’t lose another person. He promised he’d stay. He’d promised

"Don't go," she whispered, her tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Don't leave me, please don't leave me."

"You promised you'd stay…"

She felt his fingers squeezing hers gently, and she felt her body trembling as the reality set in.

Her breath hitched and she held onto him tighter, as if that could stop him from leaving.

“‘Femi…luv," he struggled to speak, but the words were coming out slower and weaker.

"Don't...cry," he muttered as his grip started to loosen.

She could hear the desperation and the pain in his voice, she could see the weakness and the fear in his eyes.

His time was almost up.

"I'm scared nightlight," he whispered quietly, his entire body trembling as he looked at her, almost seeming like a little kid instead of the punk she knew him for.

She could hear the sorrow and the fear in his shaky voice.

She didn't want to hear these words, not yet.

Her heart was breaking as she heard his heart falter.

"I don't want to die," he confessed, his words starting to slur as his consciousness was slowly slipping away.

She cried into his chest as she felt his hand start to drift away from her grasp.

She kept repeating the same words over and over again, as if that could stop the inevitable.

"Don't..." she murmured, choking on tears.

"You can't leave me...Please don't..."

She couldn't let him go. Her fingers clenched tightly around his, trying to keep him from leaving, but she was slowly losing the fight.

The grip of his dying hand was becoming more and more limp. Her grip became more desperate and tighter, but it wasn't working.

"I..." he mumbled as the words were becoming slower and slower.

"I love y..."

He didn't finish his sentence, the words died with his lips.

He breathed his last breath, a breath that held nothing but love and sorrow.

She felt the breath leave his body.

She felt her whole world collapse.

She screamed as the pain hit her like a tsunami, the kind of pain that felt impossible to endure.

She screamed again, the scream was filled with the pain of love and grief.

She stayed kneeling on the ground with him, and she held him close to her even with the blood and the gore around her.

Her screaming turned to sobbing.

She was babbling, maybe begging, she couldn’t tell at this point.

She was clutching onto Hobie, desperately hoping he'd open his eyes again.

She was hoping that she was having some kind of terrible nightmare and this was not real.

But she knew it was real.

She knew he was gone.

She knew he was never coming back.

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Ok bye

[that-one-birbie]

Sad Hobie cuzz Canon event

[d-criss-news]

Michael Cassel presents Darren Criss Live

Theatre Royal Hobart Thursday, 7 September 2023, 8pm 27-29 Campbell St, Hobart Tickets from $79

Tickets on sale Thursday 27 July 2023 at 10am

[david-watts]

I swear to god the weather is evil atm

[antifainternational]

January 13 - Global Day of Action for Palestine

Here is a list of protests in solidarity with Palestine for January 13th. If there's no protest on saturday near you, take a look at this site (where we got this list from) to see if there is one near you on another day.

It's a looong list so it's under the cut here:

AUSTRALIA

ADELAIDE, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13, 5 pm, Parliament House. Info: http://www.afopa.com.au/afopa-events/2024/1/13/global-day-of-action-for-palestine

ALTONA BEACH, VIC, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13, 11 am, Altona Beach (Kites for Palestine). Info: https://bukjeh.org/etn/fly-a-kite-for-gaza/

CANBERRA, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Garema Place. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1Tmi9jyT6x/

DARWIN, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13, 5 pm Nightcliff Foreshore. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C13PZfQyx6P/

GOLD COAST, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13, 3:30 pm, Surfers Paradise Esplanade. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1vvY_kpjkM/

HOBART/NIPALUNA, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Davey Street in front of Grand Chancellor. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/877061687400715/

LAUNCESTON, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13, 12 pm, Civic Square. Info: https://friendsofpalestinetasmania.org/

MOSS VALE, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13 (Weekly), 1 pm, Leighton Gardens, 127 Argyle St. Info: https://apan.org.au/event/weekly-moss-vale-vigil-for-peace-justice-in-palestine/

MPARTNWE, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13, 9 am, Cars meet at Telegraph Station, 9:30 am Bikes meet at Snow Kenna Park. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C10iKLbSjU-/

NEWCASTLE, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Newcastle Museum. Info: https://facebook.com/events/s/protest-end-the-genocide-in-ga/351713430807807/

PORT MACQUARIE, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13, 10 am, Oxley Beach (Kites for Gaza). Info: https://apan.org.au/event/port-macquarie-fly-a-kite-for-gaza/

AUSTRIA

GRAZ, AUSTRIA – Sat Jan 13, 4 pm, Grazer Hauptbahnhof. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1xAHAstgtj/

SALZBURG, AUSTRIA – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Alter Markt

VIENNA, AUSTRIA – Sat Jan 13, 3 pm, 1070 Platz der Menschenrechte. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C12dm9itpPv/

WIENER NEUSTADT, AUSTRIA – Sat Jan 13, 2:30 pm, Herzog Leopoldstr. 32 beim BORG.

BELGIUM

BRUGGE, BELGIUM – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Burg. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/1413973119327402/

GHENT, BELGIUM – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Stadshal. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1xNF3Drkr4/

BRAZIL

SAO PAULO, BRAZIL – Sat Jan 13, 2:30 pm, MASP. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1uPIywL3Ch/

CANADA AND QUEBEC

COBOURG, ON (CANADA) – Sat Jan 13, 11 am, Victoria Hall (every Saturday). Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/1050719572872023/

WINNIPEG, MB (CANADA) – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Winnipeg City Hall. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C12TvRUgZr5/

DENMARK

COPENHAGEN, DENMARK – Sat Jan 13, 5 pm, Sundbyoster Plads to Amagerbro Station. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C141sIFsEyb/

ENGLAND

HALIFAX, ENGLAND – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Savile Park (Kites for Gaza). Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1rcDm1M-bN/

HALIFAX, ENGLAND – Sat Jan 13 (every Saturday), 1 pm, Wilkos on Southgate. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C14Vb4wMgI_/

HEBDEN BRIDGE, ENGLAND – Sat Jan 13 (every Saturday), 3 pm, Roadside Rally, Holme St; 4 pm, Vigil, St. George’s Square. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C14Vb4wMgI_/

LEEDS, ENGLAND – Sat Jan 13, 12:30 pm, Leeds Becket University to City Square. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1zmlUvMtUE/

LONDON, ENGLAND – Sat Jan 13, 12 pm, Bank Junction. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1uiCejM9U7/

NELSON, ENGLAND – Sat Jan 13 (every Saturday), 1:30 pm, Nelson Bazaars. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/1745872575916888/

NOTTINGHAM, ENGLAND – Sat Jan 13, 12 pm, St Peter’s Church. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/895516721895213/

SHEFFIELD, ENGLAND – Sat Jan 13, 10:30 am, Ellesmere Green. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C131K5OqywW/

FINLAND

HELSINKI, FINLAND – Sat Jan 13, 3 pm, Central Railway Station. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1zWU7JtCWt/

FRANCE

LYON, FRANCE – Sat Jan 13, 2:30 pm, Place des Terreaux. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C12BHiDoyBT/

PARIS, FRANCE – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Republique. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C12Kx3hIFnC/

TOULOUSE, FRANCE – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Jean Jaures to Arnaud Bertrand. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1wtkVPiTaC/

GERMANY

AACHEN, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 3 pm, Hauptbahnhof

AUGSBURG, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 3 pm, Moritzplatz

BERLIN, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Neptunbrunnen. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1uWAoUMYgr/

BRAUNSCHWEIG, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Schlossplatz 1

DUSSELDORF, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Hauptbahnhof

FRANKFURT, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 1:30 pm, Hauptwache. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1xJbX7tDbH/

FREIBURG, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 3 pm, Konzerthaus. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1wmG5TKy0H/

JENA, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Holzmarkt. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C15Gvxyse7n/

KIEL, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Bootshafen

MAINZ, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Hauptbahnhof

MUNICH, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Odeonsplatz. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1vDFzfsviF/

SAARBRUCKEN, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 3 pm, Landwehrplatz

STUTTGART, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 5 pm, Schlossplatz. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1uhwaBs1OB/

TUBINGEN, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Holzmarkt. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1uiIwVooMj/

ULM, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 3 pm, Marktplatz

IRELAND

CARRICK-ON-SHANNON, IRELAND – Sat Jan 13, 3 pm, The Bridge. Info: https://www.ipsc.ie/protest/emergency-protests-for-palestine-around-ireland

CORK, IRELAND – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Grand Parade

DERRY, IRELAND – Sat Jan 13, 12 pm, Derry Waterside Train Station. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/379355981136459/

DUBLIN, IRELAND – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Garden of Remembrance. Info: https://www.ipsc.ie/protest/emergency-protests-for-palestine-around-ireland

SKIBBEREEN, IRELAND – Sat Jan 13, 12:30 pm, Aldi Carpark. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/884577173028746/

ITALY

FIRENZE, ITALY – Sat Jan 13, 2:30 pm, Corteo da Piazza dei Ciompi.

NAPOLI, ITALY – Sat Jan 13, 3 pm, Piazza Garibaldi. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C11jF13IMfk/

ROME, ITALY – Sat Jan 13, 3 pm, Via dei Fori Imperiali to Largo Corrado Ricci. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C12TtZUNVDn/

KOREA

SEOUL, KOREA – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Zionist embassy. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1wWJ2WJvMn/

MEXICO

GUADALAJARA, MEXICO – Sat Jan 13, 4 pm, Rambla Cataluna to Plaza de la Liberacion. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C13FY23uHH_/

MEXICO CITY, MEXICO – Sat Jan 13, 4 pm, Angel to US Embassy to Zocalo. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C126FgtOh2y/

NEW ZEALAND

TIMARU, NEW ZEALAND – Sat Jan 13, 2:30 pm, Face of Peace, Caroline Bay. (Kites for Gaza). Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/351982744232340/

WHANGAREI, NEW ZEALAND – Sat Jan 13, 10 am, Town Basin. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/1062868608192188/

NETHERLANDS

AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Museumplein. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C14bgz6skSe/

AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS – Sat Jan 13, 5 pm, Dam Square to Museumplein. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C15I-anI-lc/

LEEUWARDEN, NETHERLANDS – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Leeuwarden Station. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1rgX_OoVe4/

ZWOLLE, NETHERLANDS – Sat Jan 13, 3:30 pm, Starbucks station. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C11cUhjsyFd/

NORWAY

OSLO, NORWAY – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Youngstorget to Zionist Embassy. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/876776784142252/

PERU

LIMA, PERU – Sat Jan 13, 3:30 pm, Plaza 27 de noviembre, San Isidro – Parque Kennedy. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1r3BHZrSSM/

PORTUGAL

PORTO, PORTUGAL – Sat Jan 13, 3:30 pm, Praca da Batalha. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C14UrYhs-hB/

PORTO, PORTUGAL – Sat Jan 13 (every night), 10 pm, Camara Municipal (Vigil). Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1mWoJ0srwr/

ROMANIA

BUCHAREST, ROMANIA – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Universitate to Victoriei. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C11qxxuIlKe/

CLUJ-NAPOCA, ROMANIA – Sat Jan 13, details TBA. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1tsmB2ojCq/

TIMISOARA, ROMANIA – Sat Jan 13, details TBA. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1tsmB2ojCq/

SCOTLAND

EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Foot of the Mound. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1od7QsNlCM/

INVERNESS, SCOTLAND – Sat Jan 13, 12 pm, The Spectrum Centre. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C15ggmFtNyg/

ORKNEY, SCOTLAND – Sat Jan 13 (every Saturday), 1 pm, St Magnus Cathedral Steps. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/899757958430523/

SOUTH AFRICA

CAPE TOWN, SOUTH AFRICA – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Mandela Glasses, Sea Point Promenade. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C14N2xlqjyK/

JOHANNESBURG, SOUTH AFRICA – Sat Jan 13, 11 am, US Consulate, Sandton. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C13qpzSNbYt/

KNYSNA, SOUTH AFRICA – Sat Jan 13, 9 am, N2 C/O Main Service Rd and Wagtail St, Sedgefield, Western Cape. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/910931826901335/

SPANISH STATE

A CORUNA, GALICIA, SPAIN – Sat Jan 13, 5 pm, Praza de Lugo. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C14lQvascZx/

BETERA, VALENCIA – Sat, Jan 13, 5 pm, Ayuntamiento de Betera. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1ISqjUN2ir/

COMPOSTELA, GALICIA, SPAIN – Sat Jan 13, 12 pm, Praterias. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C14lQvascZx/

MOLINA DE SEGURA, SPAIN – Sat Jan 13, 12 pm, Plaza de Ayuntamiento. Info: https://twitter.com/LibreRegion/status/1743912944612540608

VIGO, GALICIA, SPAIN – Sat Jan 13, 12 pm, Porta do Sol. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C14lQvascZx/

SWEDEN

KARLSKRONA, SWEDEN – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Klaipedaplatsen. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/7004450806289059/

KRISTIANSTAD, SWEDEN – Sat Jan 13, 2:30 pm, Stora Torget. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C15GIWbNI_K/

MALMO, SWEDEN – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, St Knuts Torg. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1348ATC6Uq/

VARBERG, SWEDEN – Sat Jan 13, 11 am, Varbergs Torg. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1piXtgLGYj/

SWITZERLAND

BASEL, SWITZERLAND – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Theaterplatz. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1m6lOxLDI-/

UNITED STATES

EUGENE, OR (US) – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Federal Courthouse, 405 E 8th Ave. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1jOAiXiUJ0/

FORT COLLINS, CO (US) – Sat Jan 13 (every Saturday), 3 pm, Old Town Square Stage. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1n9pmNOGFd/

FORT WAYNE, IN (US) – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, MLK Bridge.

KALISPELL, MT (US) – Sat Jan 13, 12, Main and Center by Depot Park (Every Saturday). Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1puNa1ucrm/

KANSAS CITY, KS (US) – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Granada Park, Roeland Park. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C10Y27LJ1EO/

LANGLEY, WA (US) – Sat Jan 13, 11 am, Bayview Rd and Hwy 525. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/373235975254744/

MIAMI, FL (US) – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, University Metrorail Station. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C15V1BXLyc-/

NEW YORK, NY (US) – Sat Jan 13, 12 pm, NE Corner 5th Ave and 44th St, Brooklyn. (Vigil, every Saturday). Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C0KsY8PvCwp/

NEW YORK, NY (US) – Sat Jan 13, 5 pm, Bryant Park Library Steps. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C145mA_Jido/

OAKLAND, CA (US) – Sat Jan 13, 5 am, West Oakland BART, Port Shutdown for Palestine. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1qpwPaLsLY/

OLYMPIA, WA (US) – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Heritage Park, 5th Ave SW. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1xUYlRPtRc/

PETALUMA, CA (US) – Sat Jan 13 (every Saturday), 12:30 pm, Petaluma Blvd and East Washington. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/362661229552435/

PORTLAND, OR (US) – Sat Jan 13, 6 pm, Protest Michael Rapoport, Helium Comedy Club, 1510 SE 9th Ave. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1nDhO7vNM4

SACRAMENTO, CA (US) – Sat Jan 13, 1pm, State Capital, West Steps. Info: https://sac4palestine.org/january-3-2024-solidary-rally-with-national-march-on-washington/

SAN DIEGO, CA (US) – Sat Jan 13, 11 am, Plaza de Panama, Balboa Park. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C13b08grRj2/

ST PAUL, MN (US) – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Western District Police Dept to MN State Capitol. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C12sMuQJHeh/

VIROQUA, WI (US) – Sat Jan 13, 11 am, Main St and Decker St, Weekly Vigil by Driftless Solidarity. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1fWWvKNJlI/

WASHINGTON, DC (US) – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Freedom Plaza, 1325 Pennsylvania Ave NW Info: https://march4gaza.org

BUSES ACROSS THE COUNTRY to this national march from CT, FL, IL, IN, MA, MI, MO, NC, NJ, NY, OH, PA, VA and WI – get at the website

PRE-RALLY – WASHINGTON, DC – Sat Jan 13, 7 am, National Mall. Info: https://twitter.com/_FRFP_/status/1742706175114661946

HEALTH CARE WORKERS MARCH – Sat Jan 13, 10 am ,Dept of Health and Human Services, 200 Independence Ave SW. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C10DXDiADMK/

[eliteprojex]

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[heiibo]

'Don't these dudes ever get tired of going to the burger joint...'

*GRUMBLE

*JINGLE

*Jingle?

'Flowers in a burger joint? What event is it? You're making a big deal out of it.'

"Oh!"

"Welcome!"

“........................”

*The world is a blooming place...

“......?” ”Looking for something?"

"Huh? uh, khem, Do you sell sunflowers here?"

"Sure. Do you want me to show you it?"

"Yes. I'll have one time... NO, one flower.... please."

-Thank you and see you soon.

-Yeh. Of cours

*...?

-Burger joint-

"Why so late?"

"He will get here soon."

"As soon as I say that he comes."

"We're definitley going with sunflower for this one."

"Ugh, screwball. It's Hobart 'the sunflower' brown for this time?"

"Let it go. Something great is going to come out of that."

"....(Not interested)"

'He just a cool-looking regular, don't overthink it.'

*Say no to date requests.

"Hi, Miles! Let's watch a movie together?"

"Good!" *Oops! dear.

[liyawritesss]

ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎE ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

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》 Friendship Bracelets - Hobart "Hobie" Brown - Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

　－　In which your set of bracelets end up getting destroyed on a mission and Hobie replaces them with his own.

Check out more prompts and other activities on the Flowers In Bloom Event Masterlist!

Your mind can’t seem to focus on the words that Miguel is saying. They come to you in mumbles, the debriefing you’re supposed to be paying attention to going in one ear and out the other. It wasn’t on purpose; the importance of the mission was made quite clear from the moment it was assigned to you and Hobie a week prior. At some point between its conclusion and the debriefing with Miguel, however, your mind became distant.

It wasn’t hard to figure out, though; at least not for Hobie Brown, a guy who despite his carefree and relaxed nature, was more observant than what others believed. The way you continued to paw at the space on your wrist was more than enough to tell the punk what’s been bothering you.

“Mission’s done, crisis avoided, lives saved,” Hobie eventually drones, having heard enough of the overbearing lecture from the older, much more nuanced, Spiderman, of whom he’d have less of a care than the dirt under his boots, “can we go now, yeah? Day’s still young, I’d rather spend it kickin’ and prancin’ on my own time.”

Hobie has always had a special way of pissing off Miguel - perhaps it was the attitude he never once failed to show to the elder, or perhaps it was because of the lack of control Miguel held over the younger -  but nevertheless, a huff and a grumble from the leader dismisses the pair to be off on their own endeavors.

“I hate that I lost them.” you mumble out while walking down the hallway, your strides double the pace of Hobie’s in order to keep your paces matching. He’s got his hands in his leather jacket pockets, head tilted forward and proud. “Lost what?”

“My bracelets,” you lament, “that stupid anomaly messed me up and my bracelet got destroyed. Ugh, I knew I should have put them away before traveling out to that dimension.” There’s a pout on your face that makes Hobie frown - he hates to see any of his mates upset. “He said it was pretty bad there, I should’ve listened.”

“Piss-Face says it’s bad everywhere, can’t take him seriously, birdie,” Hobie says, “besides, wasn’t your fault. It’s part of your get up, ain’t it?”

“Kinda,” you reply, “I just had them for so long, I feel so…bare without ‘em.”

Hobie’s strides take him a few paces ahead of you, turning to walk backwards instead so he can face you. He gives you a once over, chuckling, “You’re right; you look mad weird without em.”

“Not funny, Hobie!” You frown, but the creases in your forehead then turn to confusion when he tosses something your way. Catching it between your hands, you open your palms to see the set of bracelets you’d believed to be destroyed in the battle; tied and combined with a piece of what you assume to be a studded band of Hobie’s.

“Good thing you got a friend who knows how to mend, yeah?” He chimes with a knowing smirk.

“How did you-?” You begin to ask, but the taller Spider brushes it off before you have a chance to address it any further.

“I’m starved, hope they have something good at the cafeteria today,” dark wicks  dance as he turns forward once again, the destination set in his mind, as he turns back to you, “you comin’ or what?”

A moment passes before a much more pleasant smile that Hobie knows your for graces your lips, as you slip on the bracelet and walk in stride with him once more to the cafeteria.

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[catostrofiqu]

Sydney to Hobart is on today (big Yacht race that happens on Boxing day every year. It's sponsored by Rolex)

Has Danny been a Racing Sailor yet?

Danny's family is shown to have a decent amount of money and knows a lot of people with money. So what if Danny decided to get into yacht racing. It's a fast pace sport when in competitive races and even in casual club races it's decently fast paced.

Danny gets into Yacht racing. Wins a few big name races and gets to meet more rich people in response.

At one of them he meets either Jason or Duke.

Event gets attacked by... not sure.

Bad guy get punched

And let me tell you. The arm strength on sailors and add onto the fact that Danny has super powers. Well that Villain is in hospital for a bit.

Maybe some Befriendment of Aquaman.

Maybe a mild space obsession which Danny uses to help navigate the seas.

Danny might dial back his strength whilst racing so he doesn't break the boat.

Maybe uses ice on the boat if something starts to break or crack.

Uses a touch of intangibility when sailing for fun to make the boat go faster with less resistance.

[the-kr8tor]

I’m not sure if I’m doing this properly because it’s my first time using an ask box or whatever but can I please request a hobie x pop star reader? Like they’re literal opposites yet still end up together and everyone’s left flabbergasted

Hi hun! Thank you for requesting, hope you like it ❤️

Hobie Brown x fem!Reader

No warnings just FLUFF, lovestruck Hobie

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Hobie practically had to drag Ned to your concert. Ned couldn't believe Hobie's dating a pop star with all the frills, glitz and glam. So Ned just had to dare Hobie, that's how they both ended up in a line full of people dressed up in pink and pastels, glitter was the main theme for everyone's outfits, bubbles were being blown from somewhere. Excited shrieks and chatter can be heard from the long line. 

Hobie and Ned were a stark contrast to everyone else's look, Ned in all black and Hobie with his spiky clothing, and nonchalant attitude, coolness oozing out of him. Ned feels out of place whereas Hobie doesn't care for all the weird stares and murmured talk about him and his equally punk friend. 

"Are they lost?" One of your fans says, eyes covered in pink glitter.

"Maybe they're buying tickets for their girlfriends?" Another whispers to their friend. 

Ned shuffles his feet uncomfortably "Mate, you've proven your point, let's just go" he says through gritted teeth.

Hobie side-eyes Ned, hands tucked in his leather vest "nope, you dared me, so I gotta do it" a mischievous smile curling on his lips.

"Okay, I believe you, let's go" Ned feels something at his feet, looking down at his feet where a little girl pokes at the spikes on his combat boots "hi?" 

The girl smiles widely at Ned, eyes swimming with questions. 

Hobie chuckles as Ned crouches down to the kid's height when the girl asks him meekly if the spikes hurt him when he moves. 

Hobie gets called by the ticket booth attendant, he moves towards it, placing his arms on the small table "I've got two tickets reserved for Hobie Brown" he finally gets to use the reserved tickets you always save for him in every show you have.

The attendant looks through their computer, quickly tapping out his name "sorry, there's no reserved ticket in that name" 

"Try Hobart Brown" 

They tap away on the keyboard "No, sorry" 

Hobie sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, he can't believe you're making him say it out loud "try…punk baby" he cringes. 

He can see the attendant trying to stop themselves from smiling "ah yes, two tickets for punk baby" Hobie cringes again when the employee says it's a little too loudly for his liking. "Here you go" they slide it over to Hobie.

Ned suddenly appears at his side, smirking "punk baby, huh?" 

"Come off it, Ned" 

They make their way inside, ignoring more stares and whispers thrown their way.

Finally making it to the VIP booth, ignoring more whispered talking about them, but this time from people you actually know. 

He truly doesn't care, at the end of the day, your opinion of him is the only thing that matters to Hobie. Can't say the same thing to his friend though. Ned's just glad he gets free snacks by being a VIP.

Once the stadium's lights change colors, signaling your appearance, Hobie shoots up from his seat, whistling loudly. 

You finally appear in all your shiny glory, Hobie claps like a mad man, his claps louder than anyone's in the stadium. 

You look in the general direction where you think he is, finally spotting him, thanks to him dressing differently from the crowd– he looks so little from so high up, but it's unmistakable that it's your Hobie looking down at you. 

You don't even know if he sees you looking at him, but nonetheless you wink at him, while you let go a flying kiss up towards the booth. 

Hobie reaches in front of him, acting like he caught your invisible kiss. 

Ned whispers beside him "dork" 

Hobie watches your show eagerly, wishing he has a camera to record the event. Maybe he should go to more of your concerts more often. 

Finishing up the concert, you yell your thanks to the audience, "and I'd like to thank a special someone from the crowd, you know who you are, babe!" You bow theatrically in his direction. Earning a chuckle from Hobie. 

Ned yells over the loud audience "you're a goner, mate! Absolutely done for!" 

Hobie ignores Ned's comment with a shove, but it doesn't mean he's wrong though.

You skip inside the VIP booth, eyes trained to look for Hobie in the crowd. You get hounded by people, so you say thanks,  give them quick handshakes and a photo here and there, your eyes finally spot Hobie. 

You bound towards him, jumping in his waiting arms "punk baby!" Hobie lets out an oof when he hears your little nickname for him. 

You leave little glitters from your sparkly dress sticking in the leather of his jacket, making it sparkle in the light. 

"Whoops" you laugh, wiping the aforementioned glitters off the precious leather. 

Hobie grabs your wrist, stopping your movements "you're bloody amazing out there" 

You both ignore the curious stares from the small crowd in the booth, Ned scratches his neck, thinking how and where in the hell you two even met. 

"I know" you confidently say, post show adrenaline still rushing through you. "You look great in glitter by the way" you stare at him while you bat your eyelashes at him. 

"Yeah? You think I can pull it off?" He tugs you closer by your waist, more glitter sticking to his hands. 

"Mmhm, I know so" you give him a sticky lip gloss smile, pouting, waiting for your congratulatory kiss. 

He happily gives it to you.

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[bucknastysbabe]

Hello! I saw your work when you wrote about three men from the house of the dragon (Jace, Aegon and Aemond) at once and I fucking loved it! I don't know if you can write something like this again? Maybe, somewhere during some kind of ball, some lord sticks to the reader in the corridor (very cruelly sticks, perhaps so that pieces of her paty remain (remember Sansa from the first season)) some lord, and she tries to fight back, but too much shocked and these men come to the rescue, God I hope you understand me thanks for your creativity!

My prince in shining silks?

Rating: Teen

Tags: Aegon II x Reader, Aemond x Reader, Jace x Reader, AFAB!Costayne reader, chivalry, sweetness really, fluffy, Aemond is emotionally constipated, Jace is a baby, Aegon and Sunfyre are BFFS, I get a little character studyish, TW: attempted rape, nondescript castration, Aegon’s past misdeeds

A/N: OF COURSE I LOVE STUFF LIKE THIS ENJOY XOXOXXO

Some say that the North remembers. But you’d like to say that the Hightower’s never, ever forgot a slight. They were too proud, too old of a family. Elevated to the highest position as they became the puppeteer for the Dragon. It was a grand tourney and feast in the Reach for young Prince Daeron’s 13th name day, a man grown now.

You were of House Costayne. Bannermen of the Hightowers, but had not so hidden preferences for Rhaenyra as rightful ruler for the future of the kingdom. Also the fact that your ancestor Elinor Costayne was a black bride of Maegor. Who was supposed to stay true to his Hightower bride. Therefore there wasn’t the best of blood between your families.

But your family was here. Quite spread thin if you could say. All filtered far away from the center of the jamboree. One of the dragons roared from far off. It sounded like Prince Daeron’s she-dragon Tessarion. Daeron was a kind soul and handsome. Too young for you by some years. You’d overheard Lord Hobart reprimand the lad after chatting to you, “You know what color her family’s flag flies.”

That was that. He didn’t speak to you much anymore, but would smile. You were a lady in waiting for Samantha Tarly, soon to be Hightower. It made things much worse for you and your position at the feast. Down with lesser nobility and the knights. Suddenly you felt very alone and afraid, picking at your meat nauseously.

A breath reeking of wine entered your ear, “Why’ve they got pretty little Costayne down here? You bed the princeling, incur the wrath of Lord Otto?” You turned to face the man, shock etched into your features, stuttering, “N-no my lord it must’ve b-been a mistake!” It was the huge second son of Lord Bulwer, Uther. He looked bullish like the sigil they bore.

He crowded into your space, grinning, huge hand gripping your shoulder. Bulwer grunted, “No one’s going to see when their pretty lady is gone, not down here. Maybe Prince Daeron will come to the rescue.” You remained quiet, eyes searching for a familiar face but found none. Tears leaked from your eyes as Uther led you farther away from the din of safety.

Aegon

Aegon hated these events. He lounged back and sloppily poured more mead down his throat. Alicent slapped his arm as to say, have some decorum you halfwit! The prince scoffed and got up, he needed to take a piss anyways. He sauntered through the woods, relieved himself, and decided to stagger over to his baby Sunfyre.

The golden beast huffed at Aegon, nuzzling his palm. The blonde softly chatted in Valyrian. He loved Sunfyre, so much, probably the only friend that unconditionally loved him. Both of their heads turned at the sound of a woman’s plea for help, cut off by the sound of a smack. Sunfyre growled lowly, turning to look at his owner as if to say, “Are we going to do something about that? What if it’s Hel?”

Aegon really couldn’t be bothered but he heard another shriek and Sunfyre had already dipped for Aegon to mount his beast. The elder prince eyed the dark forest, his golden dragon snorting and twitching it’s head to-and-fro. Aegon demanded, “Keligon,” he pat golden scales, “Ilagon.” Sunfyre let him hop off and come forward to the scene.

Some Reach lord, thick as a aurochs and hairy like one too had a girl shoved into the dirt, down in a rut, hands tearing at her garb. Aegon could see the tears in her eyes under the moonlight. Guilt constricted his chest. Is this what he thought was fun? The Targaryen needed to set himself right, help the girl.

“In the name of the Seven Kingdoms, your Prince commands you to cease at once!,” Aegon called down from his higher position. His dragon hung back, snorting and waiting. She cried, “Please! Prince Aegon! My virtue! I need Lady Tarly!” The lord snarled, “Your family stuck her at the end of the table for a reason, just having a little fun, get back to your silken chair.”

Just having a bit’ of fun.

Aegon was furious now, self-hatred fueling his desire to make this man burn. He barked, “I’ll ask one more time, get off the Lady and go back to your shitty house and their shitty wooden chairs.”

The aurochs scoffed and ripped the girls bodice with a grin. He really was stupid, drunk, or possibly both. She tried to cover her exposed teats, sobbing for Lady Tarly, her father, she was of Costayne. Costayne was a reputable house. This would be bad to ignore a bannermen’s virgin girl. Even if they were a bit astray. Maybe this could get them back.

Aegon looked over his shoulder to meet gleaming reptilian eyes. He pointed at the man and hissed, “Sunfyre, Dohaeris!” He mounted the dragon again, who let our a fierce screech. The ugly lordling hopped back and cried out in shock. The lady of Costayne covered herself and scurried backwards, getting even more dirty. The Prince directed his purple eyes to the man, “If I hear of you assaulting ladies of nobility again, all I have to do is say one word and you’ll be a nice roast.”

He dismounted again, thanking his dearest friend. The girl sat crumpled, heaving sobs, eyes swollen. Aegon offered her his cloak with a frown, asking, “Who was that?” Her wide eyes met his, beautiful in their sadness. Aegon liked sad things more than all of the revelry. She mumbled, “Uther Bulwer. I was supposed to be seated with Lady Tarly or my family. Thank you my Prince. I cannot repay you enough.”

Aegon hummed, “That’s horrid, I apologize on behalf of the dumb fuck who did that. C’mon, show me to your tent and I’ll get Tarly.” He gathered her up in his arms, her legs shaking too bad to take a step. Aegon looked at her crumpled face and asked gently, “Would you mind getting on my mount, he’s a good boy. Listens well.”

Her eyes grew wide at Sunfyre, but the dragon dipped its head and let out a soft purr as to show it’s good behavior. Aegon couldn’t help but smile at his mount. She stammered, “O-okay.”

She remained silent as Sunfyre ungainly took them to the Costayne and Tarly tents. He helped her down and carried the girl inside, who had calmed significantly. She even pat Sunfyre and whimpered, “T-thank you.” She received a pleased chuff in response.

When they entered the Costayne tent Aegon was assaulted by members of the family and a frantic Samantha Tarly. She cried and gathered the girl up, demanding, “Where was she? Where was my girl?” Lord Costayne came to Aegon and looked down, offering a hand to shake. Aegon explained, “I was uh- relieving myself and heard her. Uther Bulwark was attempting to take her virtue. His violets flicked over to the young lady being coddled by others, looking heavenly in his emerald cloak.

Costayne frowned deeply and hummed, “Raper. He should be sent to the wall. I would also request why the girl was seated at the end.”

Aegon dutifully nodded and replied, “I will return to my family and resolve the matter. May I speak to the girl?”

Narrowed eyes. Aegon still had a shite reputation.

“You may.”

Lady Sam looked up and allowed for Aegon to kneel at her side. He thumbed the ermine cloak and said, “Green is a nice color on you. Please be safe and mayhaps write a raven or send a message through Daeron. Good night to you.” She tearily smiled, “Thank you my prince, you are too kind.” The Costayne kissed his cheek with soft lips and that was it. He felt her eyes follow his retreating form.

Aegon decided he would marry the girl on his aggressive stomp back to the family tent. After he got Bulwer sent to freeze his cock off and chide his mother for being callous over the poor, beautiful, sad thing’s last name.

Jacaerys

Ser Harwin used to joke that Jace had his head constantly on a swivel. Which was a good trait, his father said. Jace knew the truth, who didn’t. Regardless, he was eyeing the feast. His Velaryon cousins were squabbling, the Targaryens looked pessimistic per usual. He took his time glaring down Daemon, who paid him no mind, whispering to mother. Daeron and Luke chatted amicably.

Baratheon, Lannister, Arryn, no Stark, Tyrell, even Martell had made their appearances. The rest of the Hightowers and their bannermen were at a table. Jace studied all the sigils of the Houses of the Kingdoms. He saw their green. Then the other colors of Tarly, Costayne, and Ball. Lord Costayne apparently had a very comely daughter, Lady Sam Tarly’s little lady in waiting. He didn’t spot her. Daeron had spoke of her beauty earlier but said he wasn’t allowed to interact per the old cunt Hobart.

He eyed to the outer tables of hedge knights, lesser houses, and high bastards. He saw the black and white of the Three Towers in a handsome dress. She was being shook and grabbed at by what seemed a Bulwer man. The man was twice his size but Jace would not stand for a raper or deviant like his cousin. He got up from his table, mother raising a questioning brow.

Jace silently stalked round to where the Bulwer was leading the muffled Costayne off. He darted behind them, using the cover of the night. Leaping forward he held a knife to the man’s thick neck, right on the pumping jugular. Jacaerys rumbled, “You’ll be castrated and sent to the wall for defiling a lady of her standing you fool.”

The man stiffened and Jace could smell piss as he nicked the skin of his neck with sharp Valyrian steel. He stammered, “She asked for it s-sir. Swear on it.” Jacaerys coolly replied, “Remove that paw of yours and let’s hear Lady Costayne then.” She turned to peer over Bulwer’s wide shoulder, weeping, “Please help Prince Jacaerys, I wish to be with my family!”

Bulwer let go of her and dashed off into the woods with a curse. She bowed and thanked him profusely, tears staining perfect cheeks. Jace frowned, “I apologize if the fool got piss on your beautiful dress m’lady. How in the Seven Hells did you end up at the edge of the feast?”

She bit her lip to stay quiet, eventually whispering, “My family supports your mother. The Queen did not like that. And no, somehow the piss missed my dress, thank you.”

Jacaerys gruffed, “Good choice on your family, even in the nest of Greens. Let me escort you back to their table, yes?” She grabbed his hands and kissed them gently, demurring, “Yes my prince, thank you.” Jace kept his hand at the small of her back as he led her to the Tarly-Costayne table. They received her joyfully, cheering the prince on. Lord Costayne gave a solemn nod and smile. The girl turned with flushed cheeks, “A dance later perhaps?”

Jacaerys smiled, “I’ll be waiting.”

Rhaenyra questioned him, “What were you doing over there? Right in the Tower. Or one of them.” Jace puffed his chest out, “I saved Lady Costayne’s virtue from some brutish Bulwer second son.” Daemon patted his back and commended, “Good man. That will be a boon for their support. Lady Tarly thinks her as a daughter.”

When Jace spun the beauty around later, he dreamt of her in a gorgeous Targaryen maiden’s cloak. They shared a kiss in the crowd later, her asking him to visit on Vermax some time. Jace eagerly acquiesced, promising to find the time. Something no one was sure how much was left.

Aemond

Aemond growled to himself, “Fuck tourneys, fuck parties, fuck feasts, and especially fuck my brother.” He swung at a tourney dummy outside of the revelry. They wouldn’t come looking, maybe send Criston if something was really needed. There was no time for shite like this, the man needed to train for the war.

He wanted blood. Especially Strong blood.

The Targaryen’s second son sharply swung down at the dummy, grunting with effort. He thought of drunkard Aegon probably taking some serving wench’s cunt and swung again. Why did the gods resort him to this status? The spare. They must have a purpose for him somewhere.

He heard shuffling and a grunt from his left. A girl’s muffled squeal. Aemond’s hearing was better on his blind side. See Criston had assisted him into honing that into an advantage. He stopped his swinging and paused.

“Stop! My virtue! They will know!,” came a small voice.

Clothes were ripped. A gruff voice slurred, “Like they care, Green’s just waiting for a reason to make you a silent sister. Shut up whore!” Another muffled yelp echoed into the quiet tourney grounds.

Aemond crouched and moved forward, eye searching for the raper. He was taking a lady of repute, he could hear that much from her accent. He arrived outside the stables, a horse whinnying in distress. Horses were smart like that, like his Vhagar, could pick up on people. The blonde snuck around the stables, quietly peering through slats until he saw the pair.

A…pretty young lady. Being defiled by some brute. Aemond swung open the door and yelled, “Stop now you raping cunt!” The man turned around with a growl, standing to his full height. He was obviously drunk. The man reached for his sword, clearly unable to tell he was about to swing on a Targaryen as Aemond had his cloak up.

The man wore the bull sigil of Bulwer. He had a great sword. Perfect, Aemond could outmaneuver the lummox. The girl held her arms over her exposed chest, mouth agape, deep eyes wide. The man swung down in a clumsy arc, the prince deflecting it and jumping to the side to strike at the man’s ankle, cutting him down. Bulwer howled and cursed, struggling to get up. Aemond yanked down his cloak and tossed it to the girl.

The bull’s face was etched with fear upon realization of who he just attacked. Aemond laughed bitterly, amused at the surprise. He crouched over the man and sheathed his sword, pulling out a sharp knife. The blonde politely called out, “Close your eyes my lady, I have to do something before this fool is sent to the wall.”

Bulwer trembled, struck with fear. Aemond grinned as he unlaced the man’s breeches, “Won’t have to freeze your cock and balls off at the wall if you don’t have any more.”

Cries and squalling of pain filled the tourney grounds, widely unheard by the feast. Now cradling his once privates, the Bulwer whimpered and moaned in pain. Aemond wiped his hands on the deviant’s clean doublet and stood back up.

The girl had gotten up by now, still closing her eyes. Aemond cleared his throat awkwardly and said, “It’s over now my lady. He won’t be able to hurt a lady again.” She opened her teary eyes and wrapped Aemond into a tight hug. The prince was shocked, wrapping his lean limbs around her waist, the jewels pressing into his sleeves. He murmured, “You’re safe, yes, what’s your house my lady?”

“C-Costayne.”

Black supporters. Aemond’s lips pressed together. He wanted the lady to be a fervent supporter of his family. The second son needed a wife too. Maybe this ordeal would change things around. She sighed, “I thought you were this scary, mean, vicious dog they kept at the keep.”

Aemond laughed, genuinely, he liked her melodic tone. He replied, “I can be, but I also practice chivalry.” She hummed, “Yes, I’ve seen that.” Aemond wanted to stay in her arms, smell her scent even if marred by the musk of horse.

He asked anyways, “Would you like an escort back?”

She shook her head, divine face looking up to his. Costayne meekly asked, “Would it be inappropriate if we stayed like this for awhile, my prince?” Aemond found himself pressing his lips to hers gently, sharing a sweet peck. He murmured, “Probably so, but let’s find a place better than around him.” They both chuckled, held hands, and found a spot by the babbling brook.

They’d find them later. Holding hands and chatting. That would be the last time she stayed in the Reach for many a year.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Son of Poseidon Hobie is so real to me.He grew up in England and had your usual bullied outcast and random supernatural shit happening you don't understand just yet but both 10x worse just like Percy but when he was 12 his mom started hauling him out of bed and saying they were moving to America 'before it's too late' and he was so confused until he had his first monster encounter while getting food at the airport after they landed and she was sobbing by the time they arrived at Camp Half Blood because she knew about The Great Prophecy and he hugged her so tight without even knowing the reason.He got confused for a son of Apollo or a son of Aphrodite obviously and he takes care of the strawberry fields with the Demeter kids because he's been obsessed with strawberries since he was little and he learned swordfighting on his own because nobody wanted to train with him at first after the supreme lord of bathroom incident but now he's considered the greatest demigod swordsmen ever so he's the instructor and the only reason the only reason CHB isn't scared of him after all the shit he's pulled is that they've seen how goofy and silly and kind bonderlineing on fatherly he is before he was even actually an adult.He's a surfer and collects seashells and his favorite kind of jamaican cuisine is the seafood specifically and instead of that fuckass swagless version of movie!Gwen's hair,he's got that multicolor mermaid hair dye that's pink,green and blue but with the natural color still very much there,including the white streak he got from holding up the sky.He sung the Campfire Song to the little campers on his first summer as symbolism for him giving them better lives as they got older and his version of canon event cop death was him killing Zeus to get at the head of the greco-roman myths world problem."I hate the system,i hate the gods,i hate restrainment."Hobie to friends,Hobart to enemies,'My Sea Star' only to his Mama or else you're getting the guitar that turns into a celestial bronze sword.I'm obsessed with him

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 16/05/2024

Kass' Theme

Season 4 Episode 1 Featured on: SECOND WIND ~ SiIvaGunner: King for Another Day Tournament Original Soundtrack VOL. 2

Ripped by wolfman1405 feat. Buta Big Band

Requested by sabybeal! (Request Form)

Now, Wolfman1405 is certainly not a new name to be featured here on this blog. Be it with Sunday Morning, Theme of HoBART, and most recently Haltmanna feat. Rob Thomas of Matchbox 20, I've spilled many words on just how excellent of a contributor the guy is, how distinct his jazzy sound, sultry voice, and love for music truly is amidst the channel's sea of contributors. Yet through all of those posts and more, I'm somehow yet to write a post about Wolfman1405's most distinct trait - the rips involving his own full-on Jazz ensemble, the Buta Big Band. With Kass' Theme, it felt as if the group was finally able to show their full potential on the big stage - a no-nonsense, non-shitpost cover of a beautiful piece of Nintendo music.

I briefly mentioned back on Sunday Morning that contestants like Adam Levine never really felt destined for the big leagues - the idea that some contestants just *felt* like they wouldn't be able to make it to the top. The contestants of this rip, Nintendo Power, felt pretty similar to me - as good as their setlist was, it wasn't all too different from the type of music SiIvaGunner usually uploads, that being primarily Nintendo-focused. But their presence did of course feel very welcome althesame - it gave the team ample room to show just how far they could PUSH that Nintendo-centric focus the channel already had with genuine all-cylinders effort put in. That was, as I've ruminated on many times, a huge part of what made KFAD so incredible: it was, to put it in the corniest way possible, SiIvaGunner's Avengers moment, of so many rippers from the channel's history coming together to give it their absolute all for this one event. Frequent rippers, infrequent rippers, old legends like Triple-Q and guest contributors like GaMetal on Ink That or DM DOKURO on September. And in the middle of all this sat Wolfman1405 - contributing a half dozen rips to the event, with Kass' Theme in particular showing perhaps the full power he possesses.

It helps, of course, that Kass' Theme is one we all have collectively swooned for since the release of Breath of the Wild in 2017. Hell, later in that very same year, during Season 2, SiIvaGunner themselves contributed a full-on Fusion Collab in the titular Kass' Theme Fusion Collab - a listen that, fittingly enough, begins with Wolfman1405's very own piano playing. Kass' Theme, two years later, then truly feels like a full circle moment, and above all else like a huge flex from the part of the Buta Big Band. It's Kass' Theme, sure, but filled with personality around every corner, evident from the word go as the ensemble leads into the titular song with a snippet from the main The Legend of Zelda theme completely seamlessly, borderline mandela-effecting me into believing that it had always been a remix of said theme all along. Kass' Theme isn't a very long piece of music, but the rip journeys through so many different takes and rhythms to the tune in its runtime - a trumpet-lead at one section, the full band in another, a section broken up by drum beats, and what I believe to be a trombone solo halfway through it all. As a former trombone player (Mel fun fact of the day!) I can't help but admire it, both on principle alone but also for just how well it manages to fit this new take on the song.

There's layers to dissect at every turn with Kass' Theme, and even as it turns almost entirely into freestyle toward the arrangement's end, it never loses the soul of what it's adapting - and, of course, never stops sounding fantastic. It's that sheer quality that makes Wolfman1405's rips stand as tall as they do, that touch for finesse born from such a good understanding of music - and, perhaps most obviously ad most importantly, a love of the SiIvaGunner channel. It all reminds me of rips like Because I Love You - there's no bit, no punchline, no irony, naught but the love of genuinely good music, to be expressed as earnestly as possible with an audience of fans who are damn near bound to accept that sincerity with open arms. Kass' Theme is an absolute slam dunk for the Buta Big Band, and one of the MANY reasons I love Wolfman1405's contributions to SiIvaGunner - and hey, if you're interested in his work outside of the channel, may I recommend his two independantly-produced singles, Distance and Atlanta?