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aikoiya · 1 year

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Miguel O'Hara x Foodie Pre-diabetic Spiderwoman!OC

Miguel with a chubby, but very pretty Spider-Woman!S/O named Marina who's struggled with her weight since she was a little girl. I'm thinking of making her inspired by a diving bell spider as water is her element. Her suit is mainly aqua with cobalt blue detailing & has webbing between the fingers & retractable flippers to make it easier to swim. (As part of the suit.) Having been bitten by a diving bell spider, she's technically become amphibious & is able to filter oxygen from the water through her skin (which, I know is more of a frog thing, but Miles has a built in taser & can turn invisible, I don't wanna hear it).

Her official alias is the Diving Belle, but the residents of Bensonhurt specifically call her their Tuffobella because they consider her one of theirs. (Yes, she very much does enjoy puns. But only the good ones & this one is very good.) Has very quickly learned A LOT about scuba diving. Because of all this & her home's location, she works a lot at Brighton Beach when there isn't much crime going on. Sort of acting as an extra lifeguard. She also patrols the New York Harbor.

She's Colonial Spanish, Columbian, & Italian & is very proud of her heritage. Is a polyglot & polylingual, being fluent in American English, Brooklyn Italian, Luisiana French, & ALS. She isn't fluent in Italian or any sort of Spanish, but she has started to learn them because of her own personal interest. She's actually having the most difficulty with Italian because her Brooklyn accent keeps shining through. Which, she has a very Brooklyn accent. Not, like, obnoxiously so as if she's putting on a voice, but it's still very noticeable but in a natural way. The reason being that unlike Miles or Peter B.'s Brooklyn, her Brooklyn has managed to more reliably maintain its many cultural identities throughout the years. At least much more so than theirs.

Interestingly, she has a bit of Luisianna in her accent that gets stronger depending on the situation & who she's talking to. Which, when paired with her Brooklyn accent, might come across as either a bit odd sounding or very interesting. I'm not sure which.

She's actually been instrumental in the revival of her community's "we take care of our own" mentality & cultural pride. Due to her presence, her boroughs residents have begun to take on more community efforts & is pushing back against progressive influences & the hypersexualization of schools.

Corrupt police in local departments have been getting rooted out resulting in more good cops being hired as a result of strictor hiring requirements, such as psyche evals, & less police brutality, as well as more police attentiveness. When people are kidnapped in the area, people keep an eye out & report what they see immediately, & if they see muggings or kidnappings themselves, they do whatever they can to help whether directly or indirectly.

Citizens are also cleaning up areas & helping to repair community centers & parks & streets. As well as helping their neighbors to fix their homes. Not to mention, those with a greater means have begun to donate food & money to orphanages & homeless shelters. Though, they refuse to do so through charities that they don't know for a fact will get the donations to where they need to go as they don't know who they can trust. They instead began either delivering the donations directly or going through small, local churches. This results in much less misuse of the donations.

Marina mostly grew up in Brooklyn, in Bensonhurt specifically, but has a lot of family on her mother's side in Louisiana, which is where the other part of her accent comes from. Her grandparents & aunts & uncles (her mother's side of the family tends to have a lot of kids) being specifically from Natchitoches & they are one of the few farming families left there. Though her grandparents still live there & work the farm, her uncle & his family have largely begun to take it over as the next generation. Her youngest aunt & her family also lives in New Orleans.

It's been a tradition since her great, great grandfather's time to gather the entire family together every Easter, Thanksgiving, & Christmas for a potluck celebration. This has continued on till this day. Almost everyone always manages to come & everyone brings something. Though, people take turns hosting them. This results in everyone remaining very close-knit, as well as warm & welcoming.

I kinda wanna see her take Miguel to one & he ends up being overwhelmed with the outpouring of warmth & welcome. He ends up being a bit of a loner at the party, sticking mostly to Marina's side, but finds that he greatly enjoys watching his gf's family interact. It is very different to most places he's been as he generally sticks in Nueva York & its alternate versions as that's mostly were all the anomalies show up. It's been a long time since he's been outside of the state.

Marina does not care for the modern minimalist look in any capacity. Preferring more lively & homey aesthetics with bright colors & organized clutter. But is willing to compromise with her bf if he insists.

Loves to decorate things diy with mosaic & stained glass & paint because she's always been very crafty. She frequently makes really pretty mosaic stepping stones, stone tables & benches, bird baths, ect & sells them online. Not to mention using them to decorate when she can. Makes both the bright, colorful kind & the pebble ones. Her Central Park actually has quite a few of her pieces.

Collects interesting rocks, pebbles, & shells to use in her mosaics & has jars full of them in her art room.

Actually does some street art, but it tends to be very different from the art that Miles does, being more artistic murals than urban graffiti. Things like depictions of nature, especially florals. All whimsical & bright & dreamlike, even a little bit psychedelic. Like stuff outta the Beatles animated video or a Luiza Vizoli painting. Never trespasses or anything, & only does her art where it's allowed. She even gets commissions.

For a reference to Luiza Vizoli's work, here:

Most definitely not my art. But it's beautiful.

For home decor, she enjoys colorful, whimsical, cozy, & vintage. Just very Bohemian in a lot of ways. Loves vintage things. Especially furniture. Hates gray walls. They just look so blah to her.

Despite her preferred style being bright & cheery, she actually finds it very easy to incorporate other people's styles while still maintaining her artistic identity. Hobie loved the poster she designed for his band. It was still very her style while incorporating a fantastically punk rock aesthetic. Like, it was dark & fun & high energy with his silhouette in a spotlight, while still being extremely whimsical & imaginative with music seeming to weave through the air. He said that you could practically hear the music & feel the vibrations of the guitar just looking at it. It got him so amped for his next show!

Marina very much enjoys fishing. Wants to learn to surf, but worries that her weight will make it impossible. Loves to dance (absolutely does the whole Micheal Jackson Spiderman Dance thing at Walmart in her spare time) & has very eclectic tastes in music; ranging from country, to orchestral, to classic rock, to orchestral/hiphop fusion. Secretly wanted to grow up to be a mermaid as a little girl.

(Ariel was her idol & she was so pissed when Disney did a half-assed remake. It wasn't that she disliked the actress they used, she just feels like if you're going to hire a black actress for a classically white part, then do something interesting with it like Princess & the Frog. Hell, they could've made this an African twist on the classic Little Mermaid story & made Ariel into a Mami Wata! That would've been cool! Instead, they barely changed anything & just made Ariel black! Man, Triton was still white & Ariel's sisters are just all different races! Like, how many women has that man slept with?? Or are they all adopted?! If you're gonna raceswap, do it in a way that makes fucking sense!! Also Sebastian was a Ghost Crab which would've drowned in the ocean! She will rant for hours! She's apparently adorable when she's angry though. Like a squirrel.)

She's very sweet, helpful, sunny, & polite to most people (she smiles at damn near everyone & opens the door for anyone regardless of sex or identity, especially if they need help) so long as they're not assholes to her or those around her, especially those she cares about, but she also has a fiery temper & a great enjoyment for civil debate. Insanely smart & arguing with her when she's got an axe to grind honestly feels a little bit like playing chess with a master. She can also be very sassy in a surprisingly British way (dry & witty & sarcastic) & very funny in an organic way when she wants to be.

She majored in biochemistry & molecular biology, but also took several medical classes after becoming Diving Belle. She also became EMT certified & lifeguard certified both as herself & as Diving Belle so that she could help within the boundaries of the law whenever possible.

Because of her size, her rogues tend to make jabs at her weight, but she's reached a level of maturity where she'll generally just roll her eyes & be like "Oh, yes. Aim for the low-hanging fruit. So very clever & original. Must've taken a lot of effort on your part." All while being very deadpan about it.

Those sorts of things generally don't phase her because she's very comfortable with herself as a person. However, that doesn't mean that she doesn't sometimes get low about it. Doesn't let it wiggle it's way in… but still appreciates comfort at times.

Anyway, she's been more on the big side since she was in elementary school when she was misdiagnosed with schizophrenia & put on a medicine that caused her to gain 80 pounds in a year. Before that, she was a toothpick. Her parents argued with the doctor over it, but she was very haughty about it, saying that she knew what she was doing, so they fired her ass quick, but Marina's been heavy ever since.

She's since become a foodie who loves to cook & bake & has a big sweet tooth & very much enjoys things like food history (think Dylan Hollis & Tasting History), as well as molecular & cultural gastronomy.

She's not depressed nor does she hate herself, in fact she really likes herself (in a self-compassion way, not an egotistical or narcissistic way) & is even able to admit that she has a nice face. She just wants to be more fit & healthy & wants to be able to be proud of her figure. Not to mention how much she wants kids of her own blood (totally cool with adoption, she just also wants biological children) & being too heavy makes that dangerous. She even finds it easy to exercise as she very much enjoys swimming & it's easy for her to go hours exercising in the water everyday without breaks.

But no diet she ever went on seemed to work as she couldn't stick to it because they made her feel miserable due to how not tasty low-cal food is to her.

However, it wasn't until she was diagnosed with pre-diabetes that shit got real for her.

She's since found the ideal diet for her which involves doing keto until she enters ketosis, staying in ketosis for a couple days, then taking a day off to eat whatever so long as she remains under 2100 cals.

She finds it extremely easy to stick to & it's been working wonderfully. She's so far lost 50 pounds in just a couple of months & that's the most she's ever lost when on a diet! She's super proud of herself!

She's also gotten out of pre-diabetes recently. It's the first time ever that she's ever legitimately felt that she could actually manage to reach a healthy weight without the need for surgery & it makes her feel proud of herself!

This also causes her to become interested in nutritional gastronomy as a means to understand how food affects the body.

SV Masterlist

#spiderman #spiderverse #atsv #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #chubby oc #pre-diabetic oc #miguel o'hara x oc #fem!oc #spiderwoman oc

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incorrect-dragonquest-quotes · 5 years

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Ideas for Dragon Quest AUs pt. 3

1) Dragon quest 11 - Sitcom

Not gonna lie to you guys. I love sitcoms! Brooklyn nine nine, the scrubs, Friends, iCarly, How I met your mother, the office, etc. I just love them. And that‘s why i sometimes like to imagine a DQ11 clishee ass sitcom where Sylvando and Hendrik adopted 11, live in some random ass suburb or NYC appartment, with 11 going to school, falling in love with Erik, shenanigans ensue and each episode teaches something about the power of friendship and family.

Eleven/Luminary as the mute protagonist who just wants to get through highschool drama free

Erik as the protag‘s crush from school

Gemma as the trope best friend that gets her and Eleven into all kinds of trouble.

Sylvando as the trope excentric mom that means well and fully supports eleven but accidently embaresses him infront of Erik.

Hendrik as the trope loving yet strict dad that is 70% of the reason why it takes 11 and Erik several seasons to get together cuz Hendrik would always be like "who are you and what are your intentions with my son?“

Jade as the badass big sister chadacter

Jasper as Hendrik’s Ex-boyfriend that loves ruining shit

Mordegon as the Neighbour that loves to ruin shit

Veronica and Serena as the rest of 11s trope clique

2) Luminerik - The little mermaid AU

Given that there are legit mermaids in this game I am surprised I haven‘t seen tons of The little mermaid AUs yet. So in this Idea 11 would maybe be the prince of the mermaids and either the biological or adopted son of the queen of Nautica. Obv. one of his best friends would be Michelle (cuz this sweety deserved so much fucking better) who both have an interest in humans. Then one day 11 sees either a viking ship pass them or for the DQ7 fans Sharkeye‘s pirate ship (mostly cuz i like Erik’s Piraty-looking clothes and Sharkeye alot and his boat is the coolest in all of Dragon Quest, fight me about it). On that ship 11 sees Erik and is imidiatly fascinated by this blue haired man. You might even add the original Kai for Michelle if you like. Then a storm hits and Erik accidently falls from the ship and his about to drown but 11 brings him to safety in the last minute, and sings to him. From here out on the story is more or less the same as in the movie, with 11 selling his voice to Mordegon to become a human, falling in love with Erik yadi yadi yada.

Eleven as Arielle

Erik as Prince Erik

Mordegon as Ursula the sea witch

Queen Marina as Triton

Michelle or Gemma as Fabio

Hendrik as Sebastian(?)

3) Dragon Quest - Robin Hood AU

Wow another Disney AU it’s almost as if Disney owns my entire ass. Anyway this one isn’t marked as any specific ship cuz i can see it work out for several ships, mainly Luminerik and Medeight for obvious reasons.

Tho I would probably change up some stuff, especially given Maid Marian’s role in the movie. She would probably get a more active role instead of just being the damsel in distress. If i would fully base this on the Disney movie I would probably use the original intended ending for the movie. For those who don’t know it, originally Maid Marian was the one who saved Robin in the end.

Basically in the original ending, after stealing King Richard’s Gold and freeing the citizens from the dungeon Robin and Marian would flee together but not before Robin got wounded by the sheriff. So they would have to hide in Father Tucker’s church, with Marian protecting the wounded Robin from King Richard who is trying to kill them both until in the end Marian’s father King Lionheart returns and banishes Richard.

Another thing I would change for this AU is probably Marian joining Robin and his merry men earlier on in the movie and visiting in regulary in Sherwood forest to help him steal from the rich and give it to the poor.

In case of a Medeight version the roles would probably be

Eight as Robin Hood

Medea as Maid Marian

Yangus as Little John

Rapthorne as King Richard

Dhoulmagus as Hiss

Morrie as the bard narrator

Marcello as the Sheriff

Angelo or Rollo as Father Tucker (i know Angelo is anything but a righteous priest but he is still a cleric so I like to imagine him marrying Medea and Eight to eachother)

Jessica as Maid Marian’s bes friend.

King Trode as King Lionheart

As in case of a Luminerik Version

Erik as Robin Hood

Eleven as Maid Marian

Derk or maybe Act 2 Hendrik as Little John

Mordegon as King Richard

Jasper as the Sheriff or Hiss

Sylvando as the Bard Narrator

Jade as Maid Marian’s Best friend

King Irwin as King Lionheart

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themagiciansreccenter · 5 years

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Author Spotlight: @lesbianmxgicians

Every week we interview a writer from The Magicians fandom. If you would like to be interviewed or you want to nominate a writer, get in touch via our ask box.

First things first, tell us a little about yourself.

I'm a Canadian high school student and definitely a huge science fiction nerd. Reading and writing are both huge passions for me, and the former has influenced my life a lot.

How long have you been writing for?

I've been writing for almost a year now- I started off writing femslash and reader inserts for the Supernatural fandom last summer, and this January I discovered the show The Magicians (and the books) and joined the fandom here.

What inspired you to start writing for The Magicians?

Probably the characters. I love all of the women of this show, I think they're badass. Also maybe a need to have a wlw relationship on The Magicians, since I mainly write femslash. I really wish we had canon relationship between two of the women on the show.

Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write? What it is about them that makes them your favourite?

Alice is definitely a favourite, because I feel like I can really get her voice; she reminds me a lot of myself in many ways. Also Penny and Dean Fogg, because they're my underrated favourites.

Do you have a preference for a particular season/point in time to write about?

Season one, definitely. There are less plot threads and I have the most memory of that season overall, so it's easier when I'm writing in canon to just slip my own stories between the episodes and have it feel organic to the season's plot; like that story could have easily actually happened onscreen.

Are you working on anything right now? Care to give us an idea about it?

I've got an ongoing serial fic called 'a colossal mistake'. It's set after Quentin cheats on Alice, and she runs off to a bar in Brooklyn and hooks up with Julia before disappearing. The gang is supposed to go to Fillory to defeat the Beast, but they can't without Alice, so they end up on a search to find her.

How long is your “to do list”?

I have a couple of prompts in my inbox that I feel bad about having not fulfilled yet, and a few ideas I eventually want to get done. Otherwise, I write whatever comes to mind at the time, if I have time. There are drafts of things I can't bring myself to delete because I know when/if I have the time and creative energy, I can make them publishable.

What is your favourite fic that you’ve written for The Magicians? Why?

This is a hard one, but probably 'what is and what shall never be'. I really like the dynamic that Julia and Marina!23 had in 3x11, and I feel like that could be expanded upon in season four, so that's exactly what I did. The idea of this other Marina who's proclaimed a second chance at a life of good with magic is really intriguing, especially with her shown curiosity to her other self's relationship with Julia. I kind of summed all of these really long thoughts up with the synopsis of, "Surprisingly, Marina wants to help for once." I think, at least.

Many writers have a fic that they are passionate about that doesn’t get the reception from the fandom that they hoped for. Do you have a fic you would like more people to read and appreciate?

'For The Rich and The Heartless' is a prompt fill that I actually ended up loving a lot. It's a boarding school, no magic alternate universe that for a time I was thinking about turning into a Veronica Mars-esque school murder mystery (but, as always, I didn't end up having enough time while the mood struck me to do so.) It's good and funny on it's own, though, and I would love for more folks who like Margo/Alice and those kinds of AUs to read it.

What is your writing process like? Do you have any traditions or superstitions that you like to stick to when you’re writing?

I've been trying recently not writing stories in linear order. So much of the time, I get ideas for fics where it's mid-story, so I just cast them aside; now I'm trying to get those scenes down and build the rest of the story as it comes, in whatever order I think of. It's made writing a lot more enjoyable.

Do you write while the seasons are airing or do you prefer to wait for hiatus? How does the ongoing development of the canon influence and inspire your writing process?

I write whenever I feel like it; I get a lot more inspiration while the seasons are airing, or at least that's how it's felt so far. I usually hold onto small details from episodes after they air that I love, and try to write a fic about them. They usually end up being pretty short, though.

What has been the most challenging fic for you to write?

Definitely 'a colossal mistake', by far. Not so long ago, I felt this constant pressure to post fan fiction constantly, to the point where I was posting about three times a week but I still didn't feel like it was enough. Now I've slowed down by a lot, but it's harder to come up with things to get the plot where I want it to go. I also feel bad for the people who really like that fic, because I'm now aware they exist and I don't want to let them down.

Are there any themes or tropes that you like particularly like to explore in your writing?

Pining and portals, the two Ps. The Great Lesbian Condition, for me at least, is the not dating/unrequited feelings thing in real life, so I definitely try to project those feelings and experiences in my fics. And portals, for some reason I'm just obsessed with them and the whole travelling to another world thing. It and this answer probably translate my frequent habit of escapism.

Are there any writers that inspire your work? Fanfiction or otherwise?

Fan fiction wise, @monstrous-femme definitely. Y'know, she was the first person to ever follow me (and since I didn't have any posts, I'm guessing by the username alone.) Her stories are really interesting and my favourites to read and read again. Otherwise, Ransom Riggs' 'Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children' series and the obvious choice of 'The Magicians' series by Lev Grossman.

What are you currently reading? Fanfiction or otherwise?

The Magician's Land by Lev Grossman, Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs, on and off Sleeping Beauties and Cujo by Stephen King, Monday's Not Coming by Tiffany D. Jackson and It's Not Like It's a Secret by Misa Sugiura. I have the attention span of a hummingbird.

What is the most valuable piece of writing advice you’ve ever been given?

Kill your darlings, probably. And since I think I'm absolutely hilarious, I have to do this a lot.

Are there any words or phrases you worry about over using in your work?

"Probably," "though," "perhaps," "maybe," and the characters' names.

What was the first fanfic that you wrote? Do you still have access to it?

The first fanfic I ever wrote is a Supernatural gen reader insert called 'Best For You.' It's at the very end of my AO3 catalog, and even thinking about it right now is making me giggle and cringe. I do, unfortunately, still have access to it, which also means so does anyone who's curious about it.

Rapidfire Round!

Self-edit or Beta?

Both. Usually self edit, though, because I get anxious about asking for betas or people don't respond in time.

Comments or Kudos/Reblogs or Likes?

Definitely comments. I love feedback on anything and everything I write.

Smut, Fluff or Angst?

Angst.

Quick & Dirty or Slow Burn?

Slow burn emotional pining, one hundred percent.

Favourite Season?

Season One

Favourite Episode?

3x04 and 1x09, tied.

Favourite Book?

The Magician King

Three favourite words?

Pretentious, love, misty.

Want to be interviewed for our author spotlight? Get in touch here.

#the magicians rec center #author spotlight #author spotlight: lesbianmxgicians

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bambihanson · 5 years

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The altered characters + the significantly altered lore of my just now birthed Vampire AU

If you care to read it… first of all, I love you, second of all, in that case hit read more

Lore

Magicians in this universe are full blown witches; their powers are innate, they don’t get it from the world around them.

Which makes them much more powerful in a way, but they still govern themselves.

Gods are still very much a thing and witches are kind of at their mercy because they’re still the reason witches have powers in the first place

Being a witch is genetic, kind of like being a magician (basically if both your parents are witches you’ll be a witch too)

Witches are also kind of immortal; they live roughly 300-500 years, depending. But there’s no such thing as true immortality because they can be killed, along with every other supposedly immortal creature

Vampires and werewolves were both created by witches thousands of years ago

Being a werewolf is genetic (not some STD, but still, fuck a werewolf at your own risk unless you have a predator/prey kink), and they were originally created by witches to be guardians to them from other supernatural forces. However, they realized the werewolves had a few significant weaknesses, such as mortality (they live about as long as humans) and also they can be hurt/killed just as easily as a human. So then they made vampires.

Vampires are the OP version of witch guardians, as they got carried away trying to create something stronger than werewolves. They’re technically not undead, but for the sake of humanity, cannot reproduce. They need to feed on blood to keep up their energy; magic basically flows through their veins. They can do some magic because of this but not nearly to the extent of witches; mainly party trick level stuff. Like werewolves they have superhuman speed and strength, but on top of that they’re immortal and can only be killed by decapitation or a piece of wood/silver through the heart (or just straight-up ripping their heart out). Also, they’re immune to pretty much everything except wood and silver and the vampire mythos is basically human speculation from when they first popped up. Same with werewolves.

If you turn a witch into a vampire, the witch will lose their powers * Vampirism is an STD (supernaturally transmitted disease). If you get vampire blood in your blood, then you’re pretty much guaranteed to turn into one.

Brakebills still exists, as do hedge witches. Self-taught and school-taught witches still do not like each other.

The Library still exists, and they do govern witches to an extent, the only significant difference being that they don’t have any control over magic as, as stated before, it is innate and from the Gods. Granted, there are ways to limit a witch’s power when they deem necessary.* Fillory still exists, though it comes into play in a different way

Characters

Quentin Coldwater is a normal guy: still a huge nerd that’s obsessed with Fillory and Further, but normal. Until he ends up getting turned into a vampire and gets taken in by Eliot and Margo, who basically make him their little pet project. Pet is not as kinky as it sounds but there is definitely Queliot in this. Starts off stumbling, awkward, and kind of self-loathing but eventually grows into himself.

Eliot Waugh is a vampire, born in the 1860s and still has very much kept his Victorian flair. He can’t remember a majority of the 60s and 70s because he was a drugged up madman the whole time. He and Margo met in the 1980s; funnily enough at a Denny’s in the middle of the night. He’s very much a hedonist, but isn’t as aggressive with feeding as Margo: he prefers voluntary feeders that he keeps by his side. Which he was gonna try to get Quentin to agree to when oops, he fucking becomes a vampire. Which is massively unhelpful. But he manages to talk Margo into “keeping” him. His obsession with the flavor of the month is very literal in this case.

Margo Hanson, the Vampire King of New York City (she killed the last vampire King and took his title verbatim), is pretty ruthless, but she has a soft spot. She will rip into a human like a Thanksgiving turkey no problem, and treats life and her rule the same way, though Eliot tries to be a voice of reason and will hold her back when she tries to take it too far. Basically everyone except for a few close friends are terrified of her. Her name is whispered through the vampire underworld of NYC with a mixture of fear and arousal. Despite her ferocity, she has a lot of self control when it comes to blood lust (not so much with decision making but that’s a whole other can of worms). She’s older than Eliot; she was born in the 1780s.

Julia Wicker, Quentin’s childhood best friend, stumbles across Brakebills and discovers that holy shit, she’s a witch! She does as much research as possible on vampires to try and help Quentin out. She’s still very much into the pursuit of magical knowledge. Adorable but could kick your ass with her magic. She’s one of the top students at the school and is very well aware of that as Dean Fogg says it to her face every time he sees her.

Alice Quinn, born in the 1950s and your classic self-loathing vampire next door. She has little to no control over her bloodlust, and is basically pinned to Margo’s side because Margo actually tries to help her. Mainly because she doesn’t want any rouge vampires running around her city. Alice mainly drinks animal blood because if she gets a taste of the human stuff she goes absolutely bonkers (granted, an animal blood diet is hard for vampires as animal blood is different to the point where it’s possible to be allergic to the blood of certain species). She turns into the AU’s equivalent of Niffin Alice when she goes rouge. Also wears jeans and t-shirts all the time instead of skirts, y’all are welcome.

Kady Orloff-Diaz, the big bad werewolf chick. Helps Margo keep peace with the werewolves in the city. Kady resents being called an Alpha because that’s a myth, but she definitely takes on a natural leadership role. She’s fiercely loyal and protective of the people she cares about. Definitely someone to stay on the good side of.

Penny Adiyodi, a witch who specializes in teleportation and psychic abilities. He ends up at Brakebills as well with Julia. Has aspects of both 23 and 40 Penny; he has a good side but will not hesitate to fight you on sight if you annoy him. Begrudgingly accepts Quentin into his life because goddammit he likes Julia and he’s her favorite person so he kind of has to. Kind of into Julia and Kady at the same time and would rather not choose between them.

Josh Hoberman, a werewolf and surprisingly Kady’s right hand man. He’s very good natured and dorky, and also a stoner, but he can bake like nobody’s fucking business so Margo and Eliot like having him around.

Fen, the high Queen-King of Fillory. Calls herself this because she took on both roles after her husband (the king she was promised to) died. Very sweet and innocent, but also knows when to put her foot down and take charge. Not that Fillory isn’t still a mess, even though she’s trying her best. Tick and Rafe are her partners in crime... or, well, ruling.

Dean Henry Fogg is still the head of Brakebills, and he’s only slightly less jaded if only because he hasn’t watched his favorite students die 39 times. Still grumpy because he’s dealing with dumbass 20-somethings, most of which are only just now discovering they can do magic, on a daily basis. He thinks Julia is the best thing to ever happen to his school and would happily kill/die for her.

Marina Andrieski, the big bad hedge witch of Brooklyn and Kady’s ex-girlfriend. Still very much chaotic neutral but cares for her friends and colleagues, though she doesn’t always show it. Definitely is the thorn in the side of a lot of witches in the city, and takes pride in that. She is the knife cat meme personified.

Todd is Todd. He will not be overlooked. Definitely kind of takes Eliot’s role as the party guy who knows everybody, though he still lacks the sophistication. Still charming in his own way, though.

#i figured out out so quick since i stole a lot from an original story of mine #but i mean it's not plagarism if you're just copying yourself #the magicians

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findteenpenpals · 6 years

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Hello!

My name is Abby. I'm 16. I live in a small town in the USA. My parents are recently divorced. I have two pugs, a corgi, and a cat. I'm currently doing online school and feel like I have no friends, so here I am. I'm kind of a shy and awkward person so making friends in person isn't always easy (I have social anxiety). I guess I'm just looking for someone to talk to that I can relate to and be friends with.

Interests

I love reading books, I would do it all day if I could. I like almost all genres besides sappy romance and stuff like that. Some of my favorite books are Looking For Alaska by John Green, Call Me By Your Name by Andre Aciman, All The Bright Places by Jennifer Niven, Struck By Lightning: The Carson Philips Journal by Chris Colfer, Gray by Pete Wentz, Be More Chill by Neil Vizzini, The Giver by Lois Lowry, and Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbitt. I love Edgar Allan Poe and anything that is dark and eerie but also very meaningful. I also like historical books and philosophical undertones.

I listen to a LOT of music. I pretty much love all music that isn't pop or country. My music taste ranges from heavy metal to jazz. Some of my favorite artists/bands are Twenty One Pilots, Beartooth, Fall Out Boy, Billie Eilish, Frank Sinatra, Black Veil Brides, Sleeping With Sirens, Halsey, Panic! At The Disco, Cage The Elephant, Lana Del Rey, Childish Gambino, Marina and the Diamonds, David Bowie, My Chemical Romance, Gorillaz, Lewis Del Mar, Macklemore, Lorde, Nirvana, Sufjan Stevens, and Eliot Smith. I basically will like anything that has meaning and feelings behind it, idk I'm a sucker for the arts. One of my favorite things in the world is going to concerts. It's such a surreal experience that I can't even explain.

I. Love. Musicals. Recently I got into Hamilton and I've just gone down an endless spiral since then. Some of my favorite musicals are Hamilton, Be More Chill, The Heathers, Dear Evan Hanson, The Book of Mormon, Chicago, Grease, Into The Woods, Kinky Boots, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Wicked, and 21 Chump Street. Unfortunately, I've never seen a musical besides at my high school, which was Guys and Dolls (it was actually pretty good). I'm trying to convince my mom that we should vacation this summer to London and go see Hamilton but its expensive so idk (fingers crossed).

I like to watch TV shows and movies when I get the time. I've been really into comedies lately, idk why; but I mainly like light hearted shows or movies that are also kind of heavy and deep. Some of my favorite TV shows are New Girl, Supernatural, Bones, Doctor Who (although I haven't watched it in a long time), Sherlock, Castle, Firefly, Psych, The Magicians, Rick and Morty, Riverdale, Brooklyn 99, Friends, How I Met Your Mother, American Horror Story, Once Upon A Time, Gilmore Girls, and A Series of Unfortunate Events. I'll basically binge anything on Netflix that I think looks good. Some of my favorite movies are Call Me By Your Name, almost anything Marvel (Deadpool is my favorite), Heathers, Grease, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Labyrinth, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, Disney (Lady and The Tramp is my favorite) and Pixar, Baby Driver, American Satan, and anything Tim Burton. Idk I'm all over the place.

I feel like this is really long so I'm sorry, I like to write a lot. I love to learn about other cultures and places. I'm not personally religious but I have no problem with people who are. I'm a feminist so I believe in equal rights and respect for EVERYONE :)

If you're interested in being my pen pal please email me at [email protected]

#pen pal #pen pals #penpal #penpals #pen pals wanted #Internet friends #friends #15 to 16 #submission

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heqrtbeat · 7 years

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tagged by @queerloona

(rules: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better!)

relationship status: single

chapstick or lipstick: chapstick!!!!

favorite colors: mainly red, but also purple and blue (oec hello….)

last song i listened to: grace by oohyo

last movie i saw: i dont like watching movies so i don’t remember.

top 3 TV shows: catfish: the tv show, brooklyn 99, the office

top 3 bands/artists: seventeen, grimes, and marina diamandis (also loona and oohyo)

books i’m currently reading: none lsdfkjlgdj

i tag @coerry @gyulesbian @nomv

#tagged #thank you mlou!! i feel so bad bc u always tag me but i always forget to do them!#notgg

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mosswanderer · 7 years

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questions! I was tagged by @lollan513 and @fight-me-you-coward rules: answer the questions and tag 20 people (except I won’t tag any specific people)

Time to overshare! nickname(s): Sof, mainly. Two of my friends petitioned to start calling me “the Fluff”. Never caught on. gender: hooo boy. I’m never sure but I’m leaning towards nonbinary or genderfluid. Generally I’m happy if people see me as an androgynous kind of person sign: Virgo height: 5′9, or about 175 cm time: 23:24

birthday: September 21

favourite bands: All Time Low, Imagine Dragons, Fall Out Boy, Gorillaz, p!atd, Abba etc. favourite solo artists: Owl City, Hayley Kiyoko, Maître Gims, Marina and the Diamonds etc etc etc

song stuck in my head: Payphone by Maroon 5 it’s very easy for it to get stuck in there last movie I watched: Princess Bride for maybe the third time or so and of course it’s still going strong last show I watched: Brooklyn 99 :D when did I create this blog: a few years ago at this point? 4-5 maybe? @readingravenclaw lured me into tumblr and I never got out of it again what do I post: fandom things, pretty things, art things, social things that I think are important, joke things that are slightly less important and dogs. Things I like that make me happy, pretty much what did I last google: Mahasweta Devi because she was the google doodle. Turns out she was a fiction writer from India that also spoke out against discrimination towards tribal people in her country! do I get asks: not very often but I always like it when I do get one why did I choose this url: I didn’t like my old one at all and so my brother came up with this name in the blink of an eye and I liked it a lot so there it is average hours of sleep: it’s always too little (6-7) or too much (10-11) so I guess it evens out to a proper night’s sleep lucky number: 7. It’s just beautiful. instruments: I played the piano for two years when I was smaller but I don’t do it as much at all now. I often sing when I’m alone or in the shower, though, probably much to the concern of my neighbours

what am I wearing: jeans, Hobbit tee and a grey hoodie dream job: maybe something with nature and biology or something with books and languages and stories. Something along those lines would be nice favourite food: cold and refreshing fruit or ice cream (preferably tasting of fruit) last book I read: right now I’m reading Making History by Stephen Fry. My dad gave it to me years ago and I thought I’d finally get around to it. It’s pretty good, with more dry humor than you can shake a stick at. 3 favourite fandoms: I have a variety but these are a few that I see a lot of on tumblr where the fandom itself is pretty cool and nice: Harry Potter (my first fandom), Brooklyn 99 (where people just revel in the goodness of the characters) and, I dunno, just the book community? People are just sitting around reading books and being relatively calm about it while also posting pretty pictures of their pretty books. I love a ton of other fandoms and pieces of media too but right now it’s late at night and I just wanna think of the ones without too much drama going on atm because I’ll be getting a headache otherwise I know that if I start tagging people I’ll just forget someone so I’ll just say that anyone of my friends, mutuals, followers or anyone else who wants to do it can do it too :)

#mine

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thisismyreality · 7 years

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Get to Know Me

Thank you for tagging me @theseptemberlights

Nicknames: Roman, E

Star Sign: Capricorn

Height: 5'10" / 5'11"

Time: 01:56

Birthday: 12th January

Favourite artists: Lady Gaga, Lana Del Rey, Florence & the Machine, Halsey, Marina and the Diamonds, Nicki Minaj, The Neighbourhood.

Song Stuck In My Head: Anywhere - Rita Ora

Favourite Song Right Now: The Boy is Mine - Brandy and Monica

Last Movie I Watched: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (2008)

Last Show I Watched: Brooklyn 99

When Did You Create Your Blog: must’ve been around 2009 omg

What Do You Post: minimal, art, architecture, models, poetry, aesthetic stuff.

Last Thing I Googled: How many stamps should I put on a letter being sent to Scotland.

Do You Have Any Other blogs? Not that I post on really

Do You Get Asks: NEVER! Wish I did!

Why Did You Choose Your URL: it’s from one of my fav songs by MSMR - BTSK! And it’s accurate because it’s mainly when I blog at night!

Favourite Colour: green! I love nature and plants and earthier colours suit me most! I love wearing black or white though and I have a new love for pink which I used to hate! (Toxic masculinity lol)

Average Hours of Sleep: 6/7 i think.

Lucky Number: 2, 5, 12

What Are You Wearing: black joggers and a green vintage sweatshirt.

How Many Blankets Do You Sleep With? One duvet and two small throw blankets because it’s coldddd

Dream Job: anything creative! Photographer/writer/artist/actor/filmmaker

Dream Trip: I really want to have a road trip of America to see some amazing friends out there! Also to see amazing places like Cali, New York, New Orleans, Nevada, etc

Favourite Foods: Spaghetti Bolognese, Green Thai curry, of course fish and chips!

Nationality: British 🇬🇧

I tag: @oculixir @timdunkerton @hohohomo @inedit @henryjameswilson @totalariana @slightlyfatdragon

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christophercori · 7 years

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Starting Over (And over, and over)

03-06-17

It feels as if the last 6 years of my life have been narrated by the theme of “starting over.” As a hopeless optimist. I’ve always been inclined to look at my repeated run-ins with turmoil, both external and internal (but all largely self-created), as opportunities for new beginnings. At this point in the game however, I find myself coming to grips with a probably healthy dose of realism and I’m finally ready to admit how terribly fucked-up these past few years have been.

As I embark on this emotionally trying journey of reflecting back on all of the peaks and valleys which have lead me to where I am and where I may be going, I daydream of writing this as if from some point in the future-a successful and proud version of myself. But the “reality” of the situation is that I am incarcerated and more or less nerve-wrecked, awaiting the day when I am released to the “streets”, to start over once more. While I can’t wait to move on from this place, there’s no denying how nearly paralytic it is, processing multitudes of divergent visions of possible futures and how it’s all going to come together when I get to it. Sure, I’m very confident that it’ll all shake out in my favor, as I am very in touch with my talents and capabilities. I have a strong support network and some incredible like-minded friends and mentors, but still there is that element of unrest and uncertainty which, at times, can be absolutely suffocating Before we get ahead of ourself here though, we’re going to take a trip back in in time.

So where does the downward spiral begin? Somewhere toward the latter half of my teen-age years, I think. The year is something like 2011, but we could probably go back even further. I would have been about 19 going on 19, and this feel like a decent enough place to start our tale. By this point I’ve already had one stay in the Psych Ward at South Nassau Hospital in Long Island after an intense LSD experience, but I’d ironically classify that misadventure as part of the “good times” before things really started to go south for me. I’m not going to sit here and tell you that I don’t know what happened to me; how I “fell off”, or lost my mojo, but we’re getting to it, I promise.

So, it’s almost spring 2012 and we’re coming out of what was for me a very fun winter and holiday season (details to be added in the expanded version). In spite of my recent dismissal from a temporary office job at an advertising firm, which I was really praying would become permanent, I’m still having the time of my life, gallivanting out on the streets of NYC with an eclectic group of misfits like myself. After many nights of hard partying, dropping in on various “New Age” events and “breaking night” for days on end, it’s almost spring and I’ve been unemployed for a few months. I’m not totally broke, I’m staying with my father and he’s not putting too much pressure on me, but it all comes to a screeching bait as I come home at dawn after a long night of riding around in the back of what turned out to be a very expensive cab ride, over the duration which we made pit stops to visit various characters around Brooklyn and Queens while tripping on magic mushrooms. It just so happens that this particular morning I’m also to supposed to take a ride to Philly with my Dad and while he doesn’t comment on my 7am return home, he does make mention of my disheveled and fatigued state, being fairly exhausted and irritable from the comedown off the nights Indulgences. I somehow interpreted this to be part of one of his many efforts to control my life, and proceeded to fly into an impulsive, violent frenzy. My already fragile psychological state fertile ground plenty for any rebellious feelings I was already harboring and it probably did not help that only moments earlier I had ingested a synthetic stimulant, commercially known as Vyvanse, in effort to replace the sleep I had foregone. Needless to say, none of this did much to work in my favor, and in fact, I could not regret the proceeding events any more.

So, here I am delivering a swift “fuck you” to my Father, storming downstairs to the 2nd floor apartment; slamming the door and locking it behind me. Not after a beat or two, my Father is on my heels, trying to make his way in after me, demanding I unlock the door which I am refusing to do while simultaneously snarling, screaming and cursing.

Eventually, be shoves his way in with a few forceful slams of his shoulder, only to he met by me in the midst of a complete meltdown, kitchen knife in hand. I’m not going to sit here and try to convince you that I’m not “crazy”, but in the moment, I had formed in my mind that my Dad had become some major threat, some evil controlling extraterrestrial who I needed to keep from doing I’m-not-sure-what to me.

As he makes to cross the threshold to meet my psychotic knife wielding self, I find myself summoning strength from the depths of my being to toss this man, like a sack of potatoes and hold him up against the wall by the throat with one hand and the knife very close to his face with the other. Fortunately, he made a huge fuss and called out loudly enough for our tenant, at the time, to call the police, who arrived quickly due to the station’s location literally at the end of the block. As they were coming up the stairs to evaluate the situation, I released my Father, ran to the kitchen and turned up all of the burners on the stove, thinking I’d somehow go down in a blaze of glory or at least make a big enough mess in doings so, and that I most certainly did in the end the policemen got the better of me. Once handcuffed and after speaking to my father, they shuffled me into the awaiting ambulance and off to St. John’s hospital for a psych eval. There it was determined that I needed some time to cool off and be experimented on like a guinea pig, while the doctors gave me the privilege of sampling a whole Easter-basket of coma inducing psych meds. After a 72 hour hold I was transferred to Mercy Medical Center in Long Island where I’d spend the next 6 weeks fucking unappreciated suicidal Lesbians and mid-life crisis-ing housewives.

I connected with some other wayward youths and interacted with some true “crazies”, but in the end my Insurance ran out and my Father had to threaten to sue the hospital to get me released. Apparently, they were trying to push the Idea that I was a lot more ill than I actually was instead of acknowledging that I was, originally, simply freaking out on drugs, not hearing “voices” or receiving “secret messages in the newspaper”. My oppositional defiance at the time probably didn’t help, nor did my apparent anger and threats to the supervising “shrink” for keeping me locked up and experimented on, when all I really needed was some good sleep and sobriety.

Sadly, leaving the hospital was the real beginning of a decline for me, as those zombifying medications they put me on kick-started what would turn out to be one of the most excruciating and debilitating depressions of my life. This would go on to last for a better part of the remaining year and cost me dear friends, a relationship and a network of invaluable connections.

Soon, the summer came around and by then I was several months into sleeping most days away, avoiding eye contact and conversations about what I was up to and had pretty much resigned to burying myself under unanswerable philosophical questions, mainly to the tine of “when am I going to snap out of this?” and “will I ever feel happy, or even OK again?” I tried to find some work in my neighborhood and was briefly employed a hipster shit-head who thought he was the first cool person to ever discover my neighborhood (which had been amazing eons before he dragged his ratchet ass through) who happened to run on of the concession stands, serving food and drinks on the beach. Of course, the genius of this guy led him to hire way too many of his equally too-cool-to-fucking-exists friends and found himself having to make up some lame excuse as to why he had to let me go.

This did little to improve my condition or build my confidence and I walked away feeling burned and even more adverse to dealing with people; especially those who seemed to have no idea, sympathy or at least consideration for what I was going through. Much of the rest of the summer was spent on my porch watching happy people go by, longing to be in their shoes and envying them just the same; reading old paperback novels which I dug up out from underneath years of stored junk in one of the spare, unoccupied apartments where my father kept his tools. Somewhere along the lines I made an attempt to volunteer at a local outdoor “festival” at the marina in my neighborhood, but I was far from “in the right place” for it. I had been out of the loop with the cast of character who I knew would be there and the whole time I was working the grill to cover my mission I was sick to my stomach that someone would recognize me and try to start up a conversation, outing me as being less than my normally exuberant self. After my shift, I wandered down on of the “Boatel” piers to smoke some pot with the kids who were also volunteering and make an attempt at conversation. I was totally out of sync with these people. They were still flying high on the “magical mystery tour” and I was back down on earth, consumed by anguish and totally lost. “What’s happened to me?” I often asked during this period. At some stage I was passed a sandwich baggie full of what looked like some very ill cared for magic mushrooms (I knew what healthy ones looked like, having grown them myself), I decided to go along with it, in spite of knowing that I was absolutely not in a good place to be partaking in such indulgences.

Shortly after swallowing them, things got weird and I felt the overwhelming urge to get the fuck out of there. All of my insecurities about not really feeling like I should be there in the first place were now amplified a thousand fold and before I could run into familiar, now while super-fucked up, I knew I had to split as fast as I my legs would carry me. I staggered over to my bike and left behind the cambro I had borrowed from my grandfather without so much as an afterthought. Somehow, I managed to book it through a neighborhood which now seemed ready to swallow me whole, to the beach where I would fling myself down on the sand, hyperventilating and crying out to whatever God could hear me, to make it stop. Unfortunately, the feelings of absolute terror would not subside for several hours and when I did finally make it back into my house and up to my bedroom, I would spend the remainder of those horrific infinite hours jumping at ever creak and squeal of our ancient wood-framed house. At every slight tremor and strong wind, I was certain I heard my Father’s footsteps coming down the stairs to confront me and admonish me for some thing or other, only to discover me wrecked, yet again, and beat the shit out of me, or throw my ass out on the street This never happened of course (at least not on that night) but, over the course of those endless hours of inner torment, I was certain it was about to come to life at any given moment.

It could probably do without saying that I had experienced the worst trip of my life on that night and when morning finally came and things started to feel even a little bit “normal” I swore to myself that would never do even a little bit “normal”, I swore to myself that I would never do psychedelics again. While I haven’t since that memorable moment, my feelings have changed as I have found my way back to myself in recent times. I’m sure this may come off as a little confusing, but as we carry on, perhaps it will come to make a little bit more sense.

I don’t want to get too off topic here but, I’d like to clarify that I have a deep respect for psychedelics and have since concluded that they should he used very carefully as a religious sacrament, a tool for philosophical research, or scientific experimentation. I however, learned the hard way, in so much as they are not suitable for recreational purposes. There are other out there who may disagree with me and other who will also subscribe to this ideology, and I don’t want to paint the wrong picture here.

As a teenager, I completely and irresponsibly abused these sacred “tools “ Given the opportunity to do it all over again, or when I revisit these things again in the future, I’ll do things a lot differently from how I’ve done them in the past. I absolutely recognize who in my case, my impulsive use of psychedelics or any other substance for that matter, led me to some dark places and cause sometimes irreparable damage in my life or at least some great turmoil – Turmoil being a major theme of this body of work and something l’m trying to keep out of my life moving forward. All of this being said, let us return to the somewhat chronologized chain of events from the past, leasing up through to the now and possibly beyond.

So, I want to apologize in advance if this segment causes any confusion for y’all. It probably should have been placed before the marina festival scene, but hopefully some gracious editor will fix it all up in the final incarnation of this epic tale. Petitions for forgiveness aside, it’s still summer 2012 and I’m toiling in obscurity, barely keeping myself from taking a long walk off a short plank and at some point I’m in Brooklyn with my partner In crime Mike, who is attempting to snap me out of my funk by taking me out on the town. We start off at a warehouse living space with a couple of other cool scenesters who are “on the level” and end up on a quest to Bensonhurst to pick up mushrooms for everybody, from a deal who also attempts to sell us crack-cocaine, and proceed to spend the rest of the night having a hilarious and hallucinogenic time trying to make it back to the place we started out in, which lead us to spin circles around it, ending up in every other neighborhood than the one we needed to be in. Our travels consisted of a hodgepodge of foot and subway travel, and at various times we’d give up or stop to light a garbage can on fire.

Eventually, we post up in a perk to watch the sunrise and enjoy what’s left of our “visions quest”. I catch the tail end of some beautiful geometric visuals and I find myself wishing I were along so I can enjoy them in their entirety, instead of being strung along by my fiercely determined companion who can’t seem to accept that our intoxication is the cause for our inability to properly navigate. Just as I’ve nearly managed to convince my friend to just chill and “be here now”, we find ourselves walking through an industrial neighborhood whose street are lined with 16-wheelers. To me, they look like some type of intergalactic shuttles.

It’s then that I decide to become a truck driver. If I can’t do anything else, at least I can get paid to travel across the country in search of myself. Days later I announce this to my parents, sans psychedelic influence, and they agree to pay for me to take truck driving lessons towards my Commercial Driver’s License. When it comes to anything that might make me some money and keep me out of trouble or make me feel better in a healthy way, they can turn out to be very supportive folks, contrary to the enemy I’ve felt they’ve been at various points.

Now, before we get too far ahead of ourselves, or any further out of order, it might not hurt to mention that- somewhere between my psychedelic epiphany and the parentally sponsored truck driving lessons, I take a trip to Miami with my then-girlfriend of nearly 4 years. She was 2 years older than me and we started dating while she was graduating and I was still attending the same high school. We had been through a lot together and I guess after so much, she had more than enough of my wild and crazy antics, and contrasting deep, dark periods of hopelessness.

And so she waits until what couldn’t have been the most inopportune moments in history, to break my heart, tear it out of my chest, stomp on it, light it on fire, and then toss it into the river to shit and piss on it thereafter. I mean really, who in God’s name waits until they are on vacation in Miami to break up with their significant other? I mean, are you fucking kidding me? I don’t know what this girl was thinking, but it couldn’t have been in any more poor Judgment, or in the very least, bad taste. Mind you, she could have waited till the plane ride home, like any street wise floosy would have done, but no. She lets the cat out of the bag on the second night of what’s supposed to be an epic getaway where we fuck and party our faces off creating memories for years to come, or so that’s the fantasy I was always sold about “doing it right” in the sunshine state. Anyway, we’re two days into our beachy getaway, I’m already halfway to jumping off a bridge in my fragile state that summer, and she decides to not only hit me with “I don’t think this relationship is right for me anymore”, whining about how she’s never been with anybody else, but that she’s already got somebody lined up to explore with! Oh, the audacity! As if the news couldn’t I already be bad enough. Imagine that. You’re experiencing the most unprecedented depressions of your life thus far. you’ve isolated yourself from just about your entire social network and thus have no support system in sight to lean on, and you find yourself on the ideal dream vacation, miserable with the absolutely most insensitive and common sense deficient bimbo, who you thought was supposed to be your intelligent, compassionate girlfriend, but has now chosen to break up with you on day 2 of your 6-day long excursion. She carry’s on to make no effort to fake it for the rest of our stay and refused to cut It short because it would be a “waste of money”.

Jeezzus Christ! I mean I know that at the time I was a broken, sad little hitch boy, but come on! If I could go back, I’d slap myself. Why didn’t I “man up” (whatever that means) and get the hell out of there? Shit, if I was anywhere near as strong as I am now, I would have grabbed my things, found another hotel room and myself balls deep in some new broad, faster than two shakes of a lamb’s tale (how fast is that anyway?). But, no. That’s not how this story goes, I’m ashamed to say. Nuh-uh. This sorry motherfucker rides out the next days drinking himself into oblivion and having mediocre pity sex with a girl who’s made it clear she’s no longer in love with him. How pathetic. It’s here, at this point of out epic where I firmly believe we find one of the major influences for a following series of unfortunately catastrophic events which would also revolve around mtysle and other young women with increasing volatility and regrettably, violence.

I guess the trauma of being so violated by someone or anyone who I would make myself so vulnerable too, resonated deeply enough within me the first time around, that I would go on to not only promising myself I would never be so emotionally effected ever again (at which I failed), but would also respond to the disappointment, disillusionment, and general manipulations and trickery of women, specifically of the youthful persuasion with greater retaliation, each time. I want to make it clear that I do not intrinsically hate or have disdain for women at all. In fact, I can’t get enough. I may even be addicted, but I’ve found that I need to stay away from a certain type of whacked out, New-Age, “male-hierarchy” hating, so-called feminists, who love to be nasty sluts in the sack, but then think it’s OK to turn around and play the victim, as if the world owes them something for being born female.

No I probably shouldn’t be so harsh on the young and inexperienced. They, themselves can’t truly be held accountable because they’ve been brainwashed by this backward ‘‘politically correct” (excuses me while I vomit) popular culture, but damn, where have all the elders gone? Who’s raising these bitches? Ooh wait, I know: this is what you get when you cross an oversaturation of mass-media with the mind-control of the nauseatingly ultra-liberal universities who’ve overtaken our nation, who now apparently think they are above free-speech. All that however, is a can of worms for another day and we ought to be getting back on track. The short version of it is that these confused “young-ladies” can’t really be held to a fault because it’s society overall who has dropped the ball. This philosophical understanding though, doesn’t make their actions OK or the pain they cause any less real, but there’s more than half a chance I hurt them in some, or plenty of my own ways just as well. After all it takes two to tango, and it’s rarely that either party is entirely guilty or innocent. It’s usually a mixture of both on either end.

In my case, it’s taken foolishly repeated run-ins with toxic relationships and overboard reactions to finally “get it right” on some level. I may still have a way to go yet, but I can tell you how I handled each rejection or separation with increasing stubbornness and vengeful retaliation was exactly the wrong way to handle these situations. Does this make me a psycho by nature? Probably not. A little unstable. There’s a good chance. Or maybe I’m just an extremely sentimental and sensitive individual who processes emotion with incredible gravity and has a more difficult go of it, keeping them in check and mastering these aspects of my character in ways that work to my benefit rather than my detriment.

Had I a stronger network of friends to bounce things off of and let me know I was “buggin” or to help me see the “signs” and avoid a lot of sorrow, I probably would have saved myself a whole world of trouble. Unfortunately, this has not been the case during these years during which, for whatever reason, I had buried myself under a blanket of isolation. Whether it was a result of chasing people away, losing touch, or just dealing with shitty people who never cared for me in the same way I cared about them in the first place, I’m not sure. Another theory as conceived by my Father sounds something like me not slowing down enough to patiently let the right friendships mature and blossom at a rate which was comfortable for them.

After much reflection, I have come to see the truth to his words, insomuch that my hyperactive, lightspeed ahead nature can indeed work against me. I’ve since come to see that it could be a combination of all of the above, and more influencing my social dysfunction, but I’ll have to favor my Dad’s assessment, complimented by a dash of my own summation of “caring for the wrong people’ or at least those who aren’t capable of reciprocating the depth of my love. This basically cuts out a majority of my self-centered materialistic generation as candidates, limiting me to the few select individuals who have been in my life through thick and thin. These folks are largely between the ages of 35 and 60, and while I’d be a liar if I didn’t crave some like-minded homies closer in age to myself, I’m at the point of just accepting it for what it is, while retaining a sliver of hope that my “peers” are out there somewhere. There’s been times when I’ve become very discouraged and have resolved to throw all expectations out the window in order to avoid further run-ins with disappointment, but I’m doing my best to maintain a more optimistic outlook; keep the dream alive, ya know? And speaking of dreams, I was just thinking about the irony of how I used to pride myself on “making dreams come true” and while this may have been the case at one point or other, it seems like my recent history suggests that I’ve been regrettably stellar at bringing nightmares to life, with me acting out as the main character, naturally. I aspire to break this cycle, and while I feel I’ve grown passed it, traversing as much ground as I’ve been, only time will tell.

Anyway, and all anecdotes aside, which I can almost guarantee we’ll come back to again and again as we go, I do believe there was some story telling afoot and I’m thinking that it may do us well to get back to that.

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rossl32123 · 5 years

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Summer Cruise 2019-20.

Dates are approximate only, unless otherwise specified, and are dependant mainly on weather. Which is particularly true in Tasmania where a close eye has to be kept on the forcast, which can change rapidly and be inclement for long periods.

Brooklyn to the South Coast, leaving sometime in October/November. Possible stops are;

Sydney Harbour (23nm), sightseeing, shopping

Port Hacking (38nm), shelter

Jervis Bay (100nm), wake boarding, diving

Ulladulla (111nm), shelter, shopping

Batemans Bay (150nm), shelter, shopping

Bermagui (195nm), shelter, surfing

Eden (233nm), shelter, shopping

South Coast to Tasmania, crossing Bass Strait. Possible stops are (distances from Eden);

Flinders Island (195nm), plenty of anchorages.

Cape Barren Island (210nm) stop for facilities at Lady Barron (tricky place with tides and sandbanks and few anchorages).

Bay of Fires (240nm) not sure where to stop for this!

St Helens (255nm) difficult access

Freycinett (305nm), includes Wineglass Bay and Schouten Is

Maria Island (335nm), good bush walks

Dunalley, Denison Canal (shortcut to Hobart, avoids Tasman peninsula, but dodgy)

Hobart (412nm) for Xmas

Around Hobart and Storm Bay. Possible stops are (all points are within 45nm from Hobart);

Kettering, marina facilities.

Bruny Island, New Years. Plenty of anchorages, like Kadens corner in Adventure Bay and down the D'Entrecasteaux Channel.

Tasman Peninsula, includes; Port Arthur and Fortescue Bay (good spot to do Cape Pillar walk). Facilities at Nubeena.

Port Huon, Huon river.

Southport

Recherche Bay, last stop before heading around Southwest Cape and on to the wilderness areas.

Around the bottom. The only stops are in; (distances from Recherche Bay)

Port Davey and Bathurst Harbour (60nm). Southwest National Park wilderness area, no roads only an airstrip at Melaleuca. Great bush walking and mountain climbing.

Macquarie Harbour (120nm), Stahan for supplies. Franklin River provides excellent adventure..

Around the top, not too many places to stop along here.

Cape Grim, Hunter Island and Mosquito Point. Can't wait for those places.

Stanley

Burnie, apparently not much of a harbour.

Georgetown/Devonport, river Tamar. Navigable to Launceston (worth a try)

Portland

Return to Sydney by mid February.

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Before Their Time, Gargoyles

One thousand years ago, superstition and the sword ruled. It was a time of darkness. It was a world of fear. It was the age of gargoyles. Stone by day, warriors by night. We were betrayed by the humans we had sworn to protect, frozen in stone by a magic spell for a thousand years. Now, here in Manhattan, the spell is broken, and we live again! We are defenders of the night. We are GARGOYLES!

So begins Gargoyles, some of the best animation on television in 1994. I loved this show so much that when it finally came out on DVD in 2013 I was afraid to revisit it. After all, I remembered loving She-Ra: Princess of Power, jumped at the chance to rewatch it on Hulu, and regretted it almost immediately. Childhood is treacherous that way.

I’m happy to report that Gargoyles still merits a spot alongside Batman: The Animated Series and X-Men as a well-executed and rewatchable 90’s classic. In addition to complex characters and plot arcs, the series boasts terrific animation (including some killer fight sequences) and fabulous voice talent (an assortment of Star Trek alumni make appearances of varying duration). Gargoyles also represented my first encounter with a starring woman of color, more than one fully developed female character, and sympathetic villains. Of course, Disney cancelled it after only two seasons; ABC ran a third season called The Goliath Chronicles, but…let’s just say there’s a reason it’s not out on DVD.

The series premiered in 1994 as part of the Disney’s syndicated after-school cartoon block. It shared several writers and directors with Batman, including Michael Reaves, Brynne Chandler Reaves, and Frank Paur, and they brought a similarly brooding sensibility to Gargoyles. Like most of the short-lived shows I love, Gargoyles opened strong and just got better and better until its untimely demise. The pilot clocks in at five episodes, cutting between the gargoyles’ history in 994 AD and their reawakening in 1994. Considering it aired before DVR was even a glimmer in some startup’s eye, and that it couldn’t count on the character recognition of comics-based shows like Batman or X-Men, a five-episode pilot was pretty damn ambitious. As if that wasn’t daring (or dark) enough, Gargoyles opens with a genocide; before the show even gets going, its titular characters face a breach of trust that exterminates nearly their entire clan. The remaining gargoyles – Goliath (Keith David), Hudson (Ed Asner), Brooklyn (Jeff Bennett), Broadway (Bill Fagerbakke), and Lexington (Thom Adcox-Hernandez), along with watchdog Bronx (Frank Welker) awaken in a world ten centuries and an ocean removed from the one they knew.

Although the surviving clan from Goliath all the way down to Bronx get rich characterizations, histories, and performances, I was always captivated by three of the supporting characters, two of them villains. My favorite character was Elisa Maza (Salli Richardson-Whitfield), the NYPD detective who discovers the gargoyles while investigating a disturbance at Xanatos’ skyscraper. She guides the clan through the new world and protects them from discovery. Perceptive, resourceful, and trained in hand-to-hand combat, Elisa was the first major animated character I ever saw who looked remotely like me and the first heroine who did the rescuing.

The first person she saves our heroes from is David Xanatos. Jonathan Frakes voices him with an oily suavity that channels Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark but is more grounded, amoral, and dangerous than either of them. Xanatos understands that has earned a kind of medieval debt-loyalty for relocating and reawakening the gargoyles, and he wastes no time exploiting this for his own ends. When he can no longer use Goliath’s clan, he develops technology to replicate their abilities, forcing them to face off against a series of robots, cyborgs, and clones. His brand of villainy – elegant, elaborate, and nearly unbeatable – lends its name to the Xanatos Gambit.

Like I said, Tony Stark minus the alcoholism and moral compass. Riker wishes he was this cool. Xanatos reunites the clan with another member they’d believed lost in the sack of their castle: Goliath’s lieutenant and mate, Demona (Marina Sirtis). Demona possesses a Machiavellian single-mindedness; she resorts to magic, treachery, and brute force in the pursuit of her goal to exterminate humanity. Much like Magneto, she’s convinced that humans will never coexist peacefully with gargoyles, and once you’ve witnessed the distrust and cruelty that precede the destruction of her brethren, this logic almost makes sense. She’s gotten this far on a series of Faustian bargains and a heady cocktail of rage, survivor’s guilt, cognitive dissonance, and loneliness, but her conviction masks a longing for everything that might have been – for her, for Goliath, and for their lost clan. An object lesson in the dangers of revenge, Demona is no less tragic for being irredeemable.

Goliath, Elisa, and the clan battle Demona, Xanatos, and a series of other adversaries (not all of them dispatched by Xanatos) in sequences that showcase thoughtful character design. I love good fight choreography, and the hand-to-hand in Gargoyles never ceases to amaze me. The airborne combat sequences are particularly mesmerizing, combining dogfighting and midair grappling, but the earthbound stuff is no slouch either. Most kids probably wouldn’t have noticed if the gargoyles fought like large humans, but the animators make good use of their talons, tails, and wings, especially all the ways these things change the gargoyles’ relationship to gravity.

While the first season (13 episodes) follows the clan’s efforts to adjust to modern Manhattan, the second season (52 episodes) takes Goliath, Elisa, and Bronx on a “World Tour” which starts with a visit to the enchanted isle of Avalon. Referencing anything that happens after Avalon would be spoiling some neat surprises, but I can tell you that the series travels through a collection of places, times, and mythologies that would make Neil Gaiman blush. As you might have guessed from the introduction of Avalon, these episodes reference Arthurian legend and Shakespeare (mainly Macbeth and A Midsummer Night’s Dream) liberally, and I have to tip my hat to anybody who can make Oberon and Titania’s marriage make sense. Gargoyles united many of the elements that made Batman and X-Men so compelling, especially the darkness of the former and the xenophobia of the latter. But the show grew to more than the sum of its parts, its heroes and villains alike the products of complex and often surprising histories. If you loved it then, know that you can revisit it now without fear of disappointment. And if you’ve just learned about it here, know that Gargoyles is rendered beautifully, visually and auditorily. I defy you not to be seduced.

HOW TO WATCH: Seasons 1 and 2 are available on DVD. Season 2 is divided into two parts. All 3 DVDs are available on Amazon.

MUST WATCH: “Reawakening,” the final episode of the first season, features Michael Dorn as a resurrected gargoyle inhabited by three different souls. “Bushido,” the Japan episode of the World Tour, is a touching reintroduction of the trust between humans and gargoyles.

FAVORITE LINES: “Lot to go through for a piece of lawn sculpture.” “What are you doing here?” “Making sure you weren’t being ambushed.” “Man, you guys are paranoid even for New York.” “Someone had to make sure those comic book rejects didn’t find you.” “And they say the Middle Ages were barbaric.” “Flabby as I am now, I probably wouldn’t last a second in a Central American war.”

PAIR WITH: Jalapeños

LISTEN FOR: Everyone, but especially for anyone who ever starred in a Star Trek show. You already know about Jonathan Frakes and Marina Sirtis, but Michael Dorn, Brent Spiner, Kate Mulgrew, Nichelle Nichols, Avery Brooks, LeVar Burton, and Colm Meaney all make appearances. Notable non-Star Trek voices include Clancy Brown, John Rhys-Davies, Sheena Easton, Tim Curry, Diedrich Bader, Tony Shalhoub, Charles Shaughnessy, and Roddy McDowall. Seriously, everybody was on this show.

ODDS & ENDS: The magic spells sprinkled throughout the show are actually quasi-functional Latin. They are collected and translated here.

Gargoyles’ characters and plots mostly hold up today, but much of the first season’s storyline is only possible without cameraphones. Every time the gargoyles wind up in a populated area I find myself waiting for the cut to the YouTube footage.

Every gargoyle has a battle cry, equal parts growl, roar, and avian scream, which is as awesome and terrifying as it sounds.

It would have been more in character for Elisa to wear her hair short or tied back, but flowing Disney princess locks seem a small price to pay for being able to take somebody out even when you’re on crutches.

In closeup shots Xanatos appears to be rocking some serious guyliner; somehow this seems appropriate for a character voiced by Jonathan Frakes.

AFTERWARDS: The Goliath Chronicles are not available on DVD, and I strongly advise you to accept this as a sign from the TV gods, because ABC took over the show with an entirely different writing and animation staff, and it shows. Disney did approve two comic book runs, one by Slave Labor Graphics (SLG) and the other by Marvel. Both are out of print and I can’t vouch for either, but I do know that Greg Weisman, one of the show’s creators, worked on the SLG run, and that lots of fans consider it the canonical third season.

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