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[herequeerexitentialfear]

i wanna die with you, wendy, on the streets tonight, in an everlasting kiss

Celia/Elena, and the moments around the moment that changed their whole lives. for ockiss<3 even if it takes over a thousand words to get there

In the aftermath of conflict, Celia and her friends, feeling down and hollow, collect their 'reward' for coming out on top- a meeting with Capo Polpo.

But that's for their new leader to worry about, Celia's thoughts are all wrapped up in Elena, as they escort their leader to the meeting, and afterwards the Capos strange gift leads to her getting her selfish wish and kissing Elena, but only because she doesn't know if they will survive the mysterious blow dealt to both of them.

Their friends Tesoro and Conficcare find both of them wrapped in a bloody embrace, just streets from their home, and as Celia wakes, she is reminded of the love and joy her life holds, despite the hollowness she feels.

posted on ao3 as well as its just over 2k words. warning for minor character death, graphic depictions of violence, and a near death experience.

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Their refuge of peace was fraught with anxiety, exhaustion in every line of the bodies lying on various surfaces. 

Part of the anxiety was undeniably the fact that Sovrano was intruding on their space, laying claim to what had always been their place- but he was good at that, taking over what was theirs with an unspoken promise of violence.

Victory had never felt so bitter-sweet, aching bodies and eyes staring into the recent past, even the satisfaction of winning was hollow. 

Yet Sovrano was waiting for something, anticipating action- despite the bandages and stitches, and there had been so much blood, and someone else had managed to knife him, in that last desperate attempt, but missed killing him by a few centimetres.

Celia didn't know if she was glad it missed or not. She was already the de facto leader of their little sub-group, and despite the leers, she would be the one to step up when Sovrano was taken out of the game- Hell she had stepped up as he was taken care of in that clinic.

Mama, look at your darling daughter now, so bloody and violent, a leader of men. Do you weep, up in heaven, your spirit looking down at she who once was your darling child, hands now soaked in blood? 

By all rights, Elena should be the next in line, but this scholarship- well, she's been slowly retreating from them, preferring to study and linger in what passed for a studio in school, than hang out in parks and bars and wherever they chose to linger at night, drifting through the stone jungle they called home.

A dial tone interrupted her thoughts, distracting her from the dawning fear and hollow heart that were now so common when she thought about Elena, and their future.

Sovrano jumped to get it, fear in his eyes, trying to collect himself as he hobbled to the landline.

“Signor?”

Blue, green, brown and finally her own unsettling gold eyes all stared at him and the receiver he held to his ear. The lingering headache ringing in her head mangled the words he replied, as her mind slogged to try and think who it could be, who he would speak to with that level of respect.

Still, despite her struggle, his last words caused a burst of clarity to cut through the lingering pain. But in turn, that space was soon filled by fear.

“It would be my honour to meet with Capo Polpo”

The click of plastic on plastic felt like a gunshot echoing through the room, the roar inside Celia's head sounding eerily reminiscent of engines.

“Muro, Spina. You're with me, given how you both came out the best off.”

Everyone can hear the aborted statement about people hesitating to hit a woman, or some lewd joke about tits distracting the Capo. Sovrano may see himself as a man's man, but even he has to alter his language now the dust has settled and those ‘bitches’ are what got them standing above the rest.

The wall and the thorn. Celia was growing to fit her new name, and Elena was always sharp, but these past few weeks made her edge razor thin, and even deadlier. The masculine noun felt right on her, although it felt strange to be the wall, instead of being told she was stubbornly smashing her head against one. Elena loved telling her that, or mocking her name by calling her Cecità, blind. 

Elena has already got up, donning her leather jacket and checking the placement of her knives, all in the time Celia was musing on names. She stood up to do the same, patting down her trench coat and checking the internal sheaths were all easy to access. Both their new jackets having been recently repurposed and retrofitted to be walking armories, after their beloved previous ones took hit after hit until they were nothing but strips of leather and cloth. She mourned their well loved clothes, the new ones still being broken in and altered to suit them both.

Confident she wouldn't slice open her coat- or herself- unsheathing a knife, she ventured for the stairs, towards her steel toe capped boots, and the mysterious meeting with the capo.

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The concrete walls of the gilded cage the Capo holds court from are cool to lean on, the two armed youths having not even entertained the possibility of being taken through, even with all the bribes that line the guards pockets. Celia doesn't mind, hating the unnecessarily complicated mind games of the older made men, preferring the clarity of necessity that colours the fights and battles of the street gangs. 

She doesn't mind letting the cold seep into her through her coat, Elena right next to her and gazing out at the city skyline, doesn't mind it at all.

And if her eyes linger on the person beside her, on the folds of leather, on the hands still splattered with paint, on her eyes and face and lips, then that's her secret. Elena too distracted to notice her lingering gaze, hands twitching like she wants to reach for a paint brush, as her eyes stare into the distance, mind whirring with composition and colour. 

She's an artist to the bone, got creation on her soul, and one day, Celia prays, Elena will have the time and money to put to canvas every painting she ever dreamed of making, even the ones she's daydreaming of now, when it's just half formed thoughts to distract herself while waiting.

-

Sovrano walked out- and they fell in behind him- cupping a lighter of all things. They walked in silence, meandering back towards their home streets, his face screwed up in concentration, having said nothing other than that he cannot let the lighter go out, and there are good things in store for them.

Almost home, they turned into a plaza, but Sovranos hands were getting lazy, and the wind whistling through an alleyway took them off guard, and as the flickering light died out, fear and panic rose on his face, as he looked around then scrambled to re-light it.

Celia shook her head at the strange ritual, turning away from checking in on him due to his sudden movements, when the smack of flesh on stone altered her to his fall-

Blood, again, bright red soaking flagstones instead of grass, but this time, there is no coming back for their leader. 

Bullet? But the blood- like a stab, not gunshot. No weapon in sight, no perpetrator- sniper?

Cold, a prick at her back, just between her shoulder blades, then white hot pain, her brain screaming, and all she can think about is Elena. Elena who has a chance at a future, who has a chance to get her and her family off of these bloodsoaked streets, and before she knows it, her muscles move, instinct propelling her, knocking Elena to the ground, hand cradling the back of her neck to lessen the fall, arm clutching hers, too tight, but the pain, bright and unyielding, blinds her.

Her nose hits something soft, a cheek and her lips are about to- and if shes at the angle she thinks shes at- our mother in heaven let her be selfish just this once- and both their lips are dry and cracked- and let her have this, let this be her last moments, kissing the person she loves as she cradles her, lying on blood splattered flagstones, warm underneath them both from the hot sun.

Let her be selfish again, and open her eyes, let her memorise Elena's face, again, let it be what she sees-

The warmth under them both is wet and the hole through her extends to her love, and she feels her body slipping out from under her, panic overrides the pain as she sees the hole placed just between Elena's collar bones- and no she didn't- no- not her. Something in her throat building up, a scream, but all that comes out is blood, as flickering darkness descends, and her body gives out from under her, and for a split second she swears she can see herself, blood streaming down her back, both their lips stained, just like the stone below, wrapped in a pathetic embrace.

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She wakes up like that, sprawled on the stone, blood turned brown and flaking at the touch. Something brushes against her shoulder blades, A freckled hand reaches towards her, and there's a split second where she hunches over Elena further, before she connects the hand to Tesoro, and relaxes, turning her face towards him, eyes blinking in the dim evening light.

Another hand, slimmer and presumably the source of the touch that woke her, cups her head, and Tesoro pushes on her shoulder, rolls her over onto her back, leaving Elena unprotected. 

Cool fingers massage her temples, and coax her eyes into focusing on the blue ones staring into hers, above them, brows knitted in concentration. One hand reaches towards the cool skin on her chest, where the frayed and torn edges of the hole in her shirt brush against her skin, outlining the exposed flesh. A gasp she later realises is her own sounds out as fingertips brush against scar tissue, where only hours ago, there was a gaping wound.

Clumsy movements drag her arm towards Conficcares, pulling on it it like a petulant child, the pushing it towards Elena, trying to convey what her throat won't let her, to help Elena over her, help the one of them with a future, the one who shouldn't be lying wounded on these bloodsoaked streets. the one who has a chance to escape.

Tesoro breaks the silence, from where he is leaning over Elena, with confused murmuring to Conficcare, “It's the same, these scars are fresh, but-” he shakes his head in frustration- “they didn't have these when the went out-” his head turns to Conficcare, eyes weighing on him, silently asking the groups medic if these were past wounds, hidden from the rest of them.

He shakes his head solemnly in answer, “There should be no way for them to have healed in a few hours.”

Celia tries to open her mouth, but no words come out, the poor things getting stuck on the raw edges of her throat. She just gapes like an air-drowning fish, before squeezing her eyes shut at the effort.

Pity shines in green and blue eyes, and behind the shield of her eyelids, it weighs heavy on her chest. The silence weighs heavier, she can almost hear the exchange between the two, concern and questions flying over her head. She can almost hear Tesoro constructing the perfect comforting words, weaving them together, reassurances and certainty and love and-

-and Conficcare beats him to the bullet and breaks the silence.

“You really must be out of it, if you're aren't threatening comical acts of violence upon me for feeling up your chest,” 

It sounds forced, even to her, and Tesoro sighs, ready to reprimand their ill-tongued friend, when finally her throat lets something out, and her eyes open in shock as giggles bubble out of her mouth. 

Conficcare grins at her, and Tesoros head is in his hands as he gives into laughter too-

A voice next to her bites out, “Idiota” any malice blunted by the fondness that underlies every syllable.

And Celia turn her head towards her sun and grins too, wide and full of love, giggles turning to cackles, Tesoros shoulders shaking alongside his head, as he lowers his arms and reveals his own grin, and finally Elena cracks to, rolling her eyes as the twitch at the corner of her mouth turns into a smile, lovingly frustrated, but then her eyes glint maliciously and she opens her mouth again-

“Please, you kiss worse when you are trying to be romantic than Celia over here did when she was actively bleeding out.”

The smug look is wiped off Conficcares face as he processes what Elena just said, and Celia is certain what blood remains in her is all in her cheeks and she burns with embarrassment.

Conficcare finds his words quickly, turning his kicked dog eyes onto Tesoro and pleading “I'm a good kisser- aren't I, Tesoro?”

Tesoro joins her and Elena on the floor as he gasps for breath, Conficcare pouting at him, at them all, as if to protest against the mockery he was suffering.

Celia is warm now, laughter and love filling her back up, anchoring her again to this world, fondness for life soaking back into her bones. She loves these idiotas, every fucking one of them.

“Love you too, idiota, but watch who your calling stupid, my stubborn Muro”

Ignore that, Celia is crawling under the nearest rock and dying. 

…She's still grinning though.

And not even the pressing weight of consequences, not the cooling corpse of someone she's known since she was eleven, nor the mysteries of how exactly they were hurt and healed can douse the warmth in her heart.

[a-wild-things-rambles]

hometown hypocrisy

and the bloods beating down in the city tonight and no-one will ever sympathize with our plight try to get up, but we just fall down trying to escape this damn hometown

and we got fires burning in our souls and the scars to prove it, what do you know but the rains putting us out drowning our sparks and our shouts

and the fogs setting in rain against my skin and the sky's beating me down wandering my hometown and the roads gotten twisted the old life's gone, i missed it guess it is true, you can never go home again

and the bloods beating down in the city tonight and no-one will ever sympathize with our plight try to get up, but we just fall down trying to escape this damn hometown

and blood seeping through our clothes violence begets violence, don't ya know but these fists are my hometown pride gritted teeth and bloodshot eyes

and the fogs setting in rain against my skin and the sky's beating me down wandering my hometown and the roads gotten twisted the old life's gone, i missed it guess it is true, you can never go home again

'and the bloods beating down' is the 2nd chorus/prechorus [look i changed the structure but im not editing my analysis i dont want it to get longer]

'and the fogs setting in' is the [main]chorus [planned to use a diffrent tone to musicaly distinguish it from teh verses and pre/2nd chorus][is in italics]

and 'we got fires' is teh 1st verse and 'blood seeping thru our clothes' is the second

NOTE: should be spoken or sung for optimal beat with contractions, but for readability has been mostly uncontracted. also idk how to spell what do you know contracted right.

the chorus is much later in the singers life than the pre chorus & the two verses, the hypocrisy is that the singer wants to both escape and go back to his hometown.

the younger singer always uses plural, to symbolize community, until 'these fists are my hometown pride' almost at the end. he refutes the cycle of violence by owning his violence as part of himself- his link to his hometown.

in addition, he has become the active perpetrator of violence, [previous references were 'we all fall down' [something else to him] and 'we got the scars to prove it' which is implied to be violence perpetrated unknowingly to each other because of 'fires burning in our souls'- when they get close, they hurt each other unintentionally] he now links his sense of self to violence, and thus when he loses his ability to do violence, he loses his self, and his link to his hometown, becoming the older singer

but by doing this he also will inevitably refute his hometown, by linking it intrinsically to violence, becoming the older singer who sings the chorus when he can no longer have that link to his self or his hometown because he can no longer do violence [his inability shown by him being 'beaten down' by the rain/oppressive atmosphere], i did want to expand on this, writing more verses to show the fall and how he ended up as the chorus person but it didnt work. heres the scrapped third verse

but soon those fists turned weak what do you know? you aint at your peak stress and violence aint good for your heart and you find that your bodys now falling apart

it can also be seen as by growing up to become a perpetrator and someone with power, he is now distant from his people and community, the solidarity is formed from their shared victimhood so when he steps out of that/rejects it, he loses the community [also becoming part of the violent cycle means getting rejected] [also the chorus says 'twisted road' we dont know what happened to make him fall, thats up to the readers interpretation] [transmasc journey of realizing your masculinity then becoming ostracised][or disability]

"guess its true, you can never go home again" is the only exception to the rhyming scheme, and it gives it emphasis, it was more noticeable before the chorus was squished together [previously each half line was its own line until 'guess its true'] fuck it it can take up space on yalls dashboards its getting split again

'bloodshot eyes' can be interpreted many different ways, from crying to injury to rage, each suggesting different meanings and affecting the text in diffrent ways

[thatonebirdwrites]

I'm putting all the one-shots I wrote on Tumblr for Supergirl (specifically Supercorp) in this fic. Bookmark it if you'd like to read them all once I get them all up. :)

There are a few that will be in a separate fic because i do plan on finishing them as a multichapter. Or I'm writing the fic with another author. Here are the ones that will be separate:

Matching Tattoos

Color Out of Space

Floor is Lava

Enjoy!

[syrella]

Finished this piece finally! It's Korra and Asami dressed in disguise, getting ready to go out for an evening!

Read more about their adventures here:

Commissioned by my friend @thatonebirdwrites! Happy Birthday!!

[fanfictionfaberrycentral]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kara Danvers & Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor Characters: Kara Danvers, Kara Zor-El, Lena Luthor Additional Tags: Reveal Fic, SuperCorp, Endgame Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Lena Luthor Finds Out Kara Danvers is Supergirl, Lena Luthor Needs a Hug, Kara Danvers Needs a Hug, Protective Kara Danvers Summary:

"Supergirl has been there for me - a person who judges me on the premise of my last name, but my best friend hasn't," Lena says, flatly.

"Lena, I'm... I'm sorry. I was trying to catch Lex for you," Kara says, earnestly. "That's why I'm doing this. Of course, I care about you."

"You care about me a little less than you do as the source of your story." Lena takes a sip of her whiskey.

"No, no! It's not like that! I wish I could explain..." Kara nearly stomps her foot in frustration.

Lena raises an eyebrow and waits.

"But..." Kara looks down at the ground. "But maybe it's better if I just go." She turns and walks out of the room.

The sudden departure cracks Lena's heart, and she blinks back tears.

--- What if Kara returned to confess instead?

[metalwarrior22]

Spirit World Vacation

Read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/kPqi9Vv by TheBirdWrites Asami and Korra escape Varrick's Wedding to go on an spontaneous vacation in the Spirit World. Asami is beset with anxiety over the lack of plans, but as it becomes more and more apparent Korra likes her back, Asami dives into her beloved's spontaneity and hopes for the best. Updates weekly on Sundays. (More focused on my Shared Moments series, so this one is self-indulgent to balance the sadness that is Book 3.5 of Shared Moments.) Note: This digs into the Canon's version of their Spirit World adventures that is at the start of Turf Wars. It assumes they were gone for several days (perhaps almost a week) since the comic itself never fully confirmed the exact count of days they were vacationing. This gives me a little wiggle-room for cuteness. I'm convinced they kissed before the "official kiss" in Turf Wars. I think Asami just wanted to kiss her again. And again. And all the time probably. Words: 6086, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Korrasami Adventures Fandoms: Avatar: Legend of Korra Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Korra (Avatar), Asami Sato, Jinora (Avatar) Relationships: Korra/Asami Sato Additional Tags: Spirit World Vacation, Canon Compliant, two dorks in love, Dancing and Singing, References to Kyoshi and Rangi because why not, Asami wants a plan but Korra wants to wing it, Planning versus spontaneity, Korrasami - Freeform, Just Kiss Already!, Korra/Asami Sato-centric Read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/kPqi9Vv

[junker-town]

How Zion Williamson is being used by the Pelicans in his earliest NBA games

Photo by Sean Gardner/Getty Images

Zion is playing lots of small ball center, and shooting 75 percent from the floor. This is how the Pelicans are using him so far.

Zion Williamson has made a brilliant return from injury before. After missing three weeks of action at Duke following the blown out shoe heard around the world, the future No. 1 overall draft pick combined for 60 points and 25 rebounds in his first two games back from injury in the ACC tournament. Williamson’s first injury as a pro was less visceral but more severe, keeping him out the first three months of the NBA season as anticipation mounted for one more the most awaited debuts in league history.

Williamson has now played two games for the New Orleans Pelicans on a strict minute restriction that has essentially allowed him to play only the first five minutes of each quarter. While we’ve yet to see Zion unleashed in all his fury, his first couple games back have hinted at how the Pelicans plan to use him, and at just how incredible he’s going to be once he’s fully healthy.

In two games against the San Antonio Spurs and Denver Nuggets, Williamson has combined for 37 points and 13 rebounds on 15-of-20 shooting in 39 total minutes. His return has given us fleeting moments greatness, like the 3:08 stretch in his debut where he hit four consecutive three-pointers and scored 17 straight points.

Part of what makes Williamson such a fascinating player is how versatile he is: he can be used a ball handler or a big man at either end, with his unprecedented combination of speed, power, and touch giving him so many outlets to impact the game. Williamson’s role will likely change over time, but this is what we know about his game in the NBA so far.

The Pelicans are giving Williamson time as a small ball center

The Pelicans have Williamson in the starting lineup at power forward to begin games, flanked by Lonzo Ball, Jrue Holiday, Brandon Ingram, and Derrick Favors. After his first stint, though, Williamson is seeing a lot of time as the only big man on the floor. Williamson has played 46 percent of his minutes at center so far, according to basketball-reference.

What does this look like functionally? It means we’ve seen Williamson as the roll man in the pick-and-roll, not the ball handler. He demands an immense amount of attention in these actions and is skilled enough to finish the play with a bucket most of the time.

Playing at the five has also given Williamson the opportunity to get touches in the post. New Orleans can space the floor around him with shooters, and let him go to work when he gets a switch on a smaller defender.

This was just way too easy.

Zion showing off the touch on his jumper pic.twitter.com/HSU2hm1Su7

— ESPN (@espn) January 25, 2020

The Pelicans have mostly been using Williamson at center in change of pace lineups to give their offense a boost. While he’s going to spend lots of time at power forward next to another intriguing Pelicans rookie, Jaxson Hayes, it’s clear head coach Alvin Gentry is happy to deploy Williamson at the five in certain situations.

Here’s a prediction for the immediate future: most of his best highlights will come when he’s playing center surrounded by shooters.

Williamson is already super efficient as a scorer

All Zion has done in his first two games is make 75 percent of his field goal attempts, no big deal.

Zion Williamson is the first player in NBA history to attempt at least 20 shots in his first 2 career games and make at least 75% of them (@EliasSports) pic.twitter.com/jPAL6JWt2j

— ESPN Stats & Info (@ESPNStatsInfo) January 25, 2020

This shouldn’t be much of a surprise. At Duke, Williamson made 74.7 percent of his two-point field goals, astounding efficiency for someone who took 364 two-point attempts. His 70.2 true shooting percentage was one of the best college hoops has ever seen for a high usage player.

Williamson won’t shoot 75 percent from the field against pros over the course of a full season, but he’s still going to be monstrously efficient. While his dunking ability has gotten so much attention, Williamson also has rare touch on layups around the rim. Once he gets close the basket, he’s usually going to score.

Zion already has a pronounced impact on winning

This stat says it all.

Pelicans Last 2 Games - Zion Williamson on floor (39 min): +19 - Zion Williamson off floor (57 min): -30 His 75% FG pct is the best through 2 games by anyone in the shot-clock era (min. 20 FGA) via @EliasSports pic.twitter.com/WBklEyuf8c

— ESPN Stats & Info (@ESPNStatsInfo) January 25, 2020

Everyone wants to see Williamson play more, but the Pelicans also know they need to keep him healthy long-term. Unfortunately, the minute restriction is having a short-term impact on their ability to win games. It’s possible New Orleans could have beaten Denver and San Antonio with Williamson playing a full minutes load. Instead, they lost both games after he came out.

Zion can still blow us away with his athleticism

Into the stands!

How high did Zion get on this block?! pic.twitter.com/3EMbDUX9sp

— The Bird Writes (@thebirdwrites) January 25, 2020

In the future, don’t be surprised when Williamson starts tipping the ball to himself in situations like that one to kick start the fastbreak. For now, we’ll take the viral highlight.

The Pelicans will eventually try to use Williamson as an offensive initiator, both handling the ball in the pick-and-roll and running isolations. As a big man, his short roll passing will only improve, which will unlock so many open shots for the New Orleans offense.

These are just our first glimpses at what Williamson is like in the NBA. Please just keep this man healthy, because he’s already so much fun to watch.

[welcombet]

Торг здесь неуместен! Самый ожидаемый трансфер зимы

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Торг здесь неуместен! Самый ожидаемый трансфер зимы

Даже в преддверии Супербоула куда больший интерес сейчас вызывает баскетбольная команда из Лос-Анджелеса — «Лейкерс». Десять дней, которые остались до закрытия зимнего трансферного окна, отделают «озерников» от потенциально исторического трейда, но далеко не всё зависит от «пурпурно-золотых». Sportbox.ru уже писал о неизбежности расставания Энтони Дэвиса с «Нью-Орлеан Пеликанс» и двух основных претендентах на центрового, которыми всё еще остаются исторические антагонисты «Лейкерс» и «Селтикс».

Anthony Davis Expected To Make Announcement That He Will Join The Los Angeles Lakershttps://t.co/ohSKdcS4Ov pic.twitter.com/LlqBbdn6ue

— Hoop Central (@TheHoopCentral) January 29, 2019

Тогда было несложно заподозрить Дэвиса в желании присоединиться к Леброну, хотя бы на основании того, ��то он начал сотрудничать с агентом Ричем Полом, который представляет интересы Леброна Джеймса.

Пару дней назад процесс начал булькать и закипать, после того как «Пеликанс» оштрафовали Энтони Дэвиса на 50 000 долларов. Штраф был за то, что Рич Пол сообщил прессе: игрок затребовал у клуба обмен в другую команду и указал «Лейкерс» в качестве приоритетного варианта. Агрессивное поведение представителей игрока раззадорило «Пеликанс» настолько, что те попросили комиссара лиги Адама Сильвера принять дисциплинарные меры в отношении «Лейкерс».

Lakers get – Anthony Davis

Pelicans get – Lonzo, Kuzma, Ingram, Hart, KCP, Zubac, Lance, Rondo back, multiple picks, Laker girls, Kobes retired jerseys & Jack Nicholson

According to NBA Twitter, this is the Lakers entire squad after the trade deadline 👇🏼 #Lakers pic.twitter.com/9aMSbKjPUG

— Keep Lonzo Ball (@LakersFanbase) January 28, 2019

«Пеликанс» сейчас сложно заподозрить в коммуникабельности и желании идти на уступки кому бы то ни было, особенно «Лейкерс». Контракт Дэвиса с командой подписан до лета 2020-го, проще говоря, у «Орлеана» в запасе 10 дней, межсезонье и зимнее трансферное окно 2020-го, чтобы повыгоднее реализовать свой главный актив.

Другое дело, что ложка хороша к обеду. Пусть Дэвису сейчас 25, он набирает в среднем 29,3 очка, 13,3 подбора, 3,3 передачи, 2,6 блок-шота и всё еще далек от пика карьеры, не факт, что травма или другие трансферы не сделают его фигуру менее привлекательной на рынке. Поэтому самое логичное для «Пеликанс» дождаться лета и выслушать максимально выгодные предложения покупателей. Больше всего в таком развитии заинтересованы «Селтикс», готовые отдать за Дэвиса целую авоську молодых игроков и выгодные драфт-пики.

Boston Celtics prepared to give New Orleans Pelicans anything for Anthony Davis…if they wait until free agency https://t.co/iyBSrAuM5c pic.twitter.com/TPuInUXYcd

— The Bird Writes (@thebirdwrites) January 30, 2019

Сделать этого здесь и сейчас они не могут из-за «правила Дэррика Роуза», согласно которому команда не может заполучить в обмене двух игроков, имеющих 30% бонусные отчисления при продлении контракта. «Правило Роуза» прописано в соглашениях Кайри Ирвинга и Энтони Дэвиса, поэтому «Селтикс» необходимо ждать июля, когда истекает контракт Ирвинга, переподписывать его, а затем выменивать Дэвиса. Только тогда тандем Ирвинг-Дэвис станет достоянием Бостона. Отхватить Дэвиса в ближайшие несколько дней «кельты» могут только в экстремальном случае — если обменяют Ирвинга в другую команду. Но это чересчур рискованно.

Anthony Davis has officially done what we’ve all been waiting for and requested a trade out of New Orleans. However the question may be is this good or bad for the #Celtics? Where does he end up? pic.twitter.com/DSGCGjrGmG

— Celtics Social (@CelticsSocial) January 28, 2019

Во-первых, при всем непостоянстве Ирвинга, его меняющемся желании стать единоличным лидером или быть на посылках у Леброна, а также отсутствии гарантий подписания нового контракта с «Селтикс», он всё еще лидер и главный магнит для привлечения элитных игроков.

Уверен, если этим летом Ирвинг наплюет на свое слово заключить новый контракт с «Бостоном» и укатит куда-нибудь еще, а «Селтикс» выменяют Дэвиса, Энтони сделает «кельтам» ручкой год спустя, в 2020-м, когда закончится его соглашение.

Поэтому самое надежное и вместе с тем мучительное решение для «кельтов» — надеяться на благоразумие «Пеликанс», которые смогут устоять перед всеми предложениями, которые они получат в течение ближайших дней.

А что же «Лейкерс»? Для калифорнийцев сейчас принципиальный момент, ведь травма Леброна обнажила недееспособность нынешнего костяка команды. Из молодой поросли талантов более-менее сумели себя проявить только Кайл Кузма и Ивица Зубак, тогда как акции Брэндона Ингрэма и Джоша Харта серьезно упали. В довершение ко всему начались разговоры о скором увольнении главного тренера Люка Уолтона.

Но, как ни странно, Уолтон — отнюдь не тот, под кем кресло качается сильнее всего. Вспомните, сколько фамилий фигурировало этим летом в связи с усилением «Лейкерс» — Дерозан, Леонард, Джордж… И никто из них так и не приехал на зов Мэджика Джонсона.

Magic: “Fine, I’ll give y’all the cure too… the Lakers are willing to do whatever it takes to get Anthony Davis” pic.twitter.com/AgGaznTVA7

— Josiah Johnson (@KingJosiah54) January 28, 2019

Если президент по баскетбольным операциям «Лейкерс» обмишурится еще и с Энтони Дэвисом и даст увести того ненавистным «Селтикс», то это будет жирный ляп в его резюме управленца.

«Лейкерс» необходимо включить в сделку любого своего игрока, которого захотят «Пеликанс», возможно, даже стоит привлечь еще одну команду для трехстороннего обмена. Задействовать все ресурсы, лишь бы убедить «Пеликанс» в необходимости провернуть обмен до 7 февраля.

Это тот случай, когда нельзя торговаться, ведь если «Лейкерс» не удастся заполучить Дэвиса сейчас, не исключено, что это скажется не только на стратегии развития клуба и его репутации, но и на отношении его главной звезды Леброна Джеймса.

Источник:news.sportbox.ru

[herequeerexitentialfear]

Celia, Cecio & being haunted by your mother in the empty spaces between you both and each others faces.

my dumb ass typed 'i could write an essay on this' and then did.

anyway. Celia Cecio & their mother and how she haunted the ever loving fuck out of both of them<3 get HAUNTED bitches.

main piece im talking about is the first, a wip where Cecio is being haunted by his mother. this gets long, rambles continue under the cut, more general than just this piece after teh first few paragraphs

i could write an essay on empty space & their mother bc in this shes so much closer to the center and has space around her while cecio has the bottom just over third and shes intruding into even that. shes leaning down over him, embracing him while surrounding him, while hes being held up by her, but seems to be able to slip out of frame at any point. she dictates the space just by her presence. the background is her and celias colours, cecio only gets himself, she gets everything else and shes still acting on him, intruding into that space.

like in the original family celia n cecio [that i want to redraw] theres an empty space that is glaring once you notice and thats bc shes there!!! their mother is always haunting them!!!!

if its just one of them she's still there even if there is not the empty space, bc shes still haunting them, just in their faces. Cecio is the spitting image of her just with different colours, and Celia has her fathers nose and thicker eyebrows but exactly the same golden hair and sometimes they cant look at each other bc shes just always THERE.

when shes recently dead it was heartbreaking bc they would see each other out of the corner of their eyes and think she was back. Celia sees Cecios silhouette, he sees Celias hair, and all they can think of how much the other looks like her.

Cecio likes his hair long but he never lets his fringe get as long as celias bc thats the length their mothers was. cant let it cover his vision the way hers did, constantly tucking it to the side of her face. cant wear his hair down because she did, so low ponytails it is, so similar yet just different enough it triggers the memories less.

one day as a teen Celia is having a breakdown and gets halfway through dyeing her hair as some way of distancing herself from her mother before breaking down sobbing. Cecio doesn't look her in the eyes because of the lingering dye stains, a desperate attempt to forget their mother, and the burden she placed on Celia. Celia gives up on the long hair her mother loved, the neat bob, and hacks off the hair tainted with the splotches of dye, finding now, that she has her mothers curls too.

Cecio dreams of her, golden and saturated, and feels like the ghost, the corpse, next to her. drained of life and colour, silvers and pale where she was vibrant. someones takes a black and white photograph of him when hes been to stressed to get his hair cut and his mother stares back.

every glance, image, drawing of either of them is just a few lines and colour changes from being her.

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in Wotr, when they reunite, Celia tells him how much he looks like their mother, how he has her nose, and he doesn't tell her that he forgot that, the image of their mother in his head long merged with Celia's.

[a-wild-things-rambles]

Some days, the man known as Genya Arikado struggles to get out of bed He has spent so many years slumbering in his crypt That sleep often felt more natural than waking A mere night's sleep leaves him stiff and cobwebbed like centuries of slumber

//

Dracula was defeated and bound Soma and Mina are strong in their own right Julius and Yoko are fine protectors and hunters It would be so easy to permanently…

Retire

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But Soma needs advice and guidance But Mina needs help growing herbs But Yoko needs another magic user to talk with But Julius needs him to preserve the Belmont history So he will stay awake because they need him Because he needs them

//

So he will arise when his bones feel like lead Wake when eyelids carry the weight of stone Stretch dusty limbs, shake of cobwebs, and speak with disused tongue

And rise with the warmth of the sun

[thatonebirdwrites]

This chapter fought me quite a bit, but we're getting closer to when Lena finally caves and just kisses Kara senseless. She's almost there. She's just being stubborn. Kara, of course, is waiting on Lena's lead.

oh, and I guess other plot things are happening.

EXCERPT:

Lena grudgingly goes with Kara to the DEO meeting room using her portal. As the meeting drones on, she learns how utterly annoying and highly inefficient the DEO's meetings are. Alex presides with J’onn as advisor while Brainy gives the run down of what they currently know. Lena taps her pen against her notebook, her eyes narrowed at Brainy’s report of the last few days. 

Specifically the dinosaur attacks. 

“So,” Lena interjects, “You’re saying that an unknown individual is turning animatronics into living creatures?” She can’t help the incredulity in her voice. 

“Yes, indeed that is exactly what I am saying,” Brainy concurs. He tilts his head to study Lena, thoughtfully. “Has your Ireland escapades provided you with the necessary knowledge to utilize your magical ability?” 

“Yes.” If she’s being honest, not really, but between her mother’s grimoire, her newly regained memories, and maybe consulting with Florence, she’s sure she’ll find her footing soon. But no way in hell is she saying that out loud to anyone. 

“Perhaps you’d like to review the remains? If magic is being used, you should be able to detect it.” 

Lena shrugs. "Sure. Tomorrow perhaps." She's far too tired today.

Sam leans forward, her elbows on the table. “Oh my god, yes, please, I can punch it out, but honestly, that doesn’t help stop the dude. Where is he getting all these animatronics anyway?”

J’onn sighs. “I’ve been talking with my networks, and some of them seem to be from the grey market. It would be easier to track had it gone through black market channels. We have more contacts in those.”

“Grey market?” Kara asks. She is wearing the Supergirl suit Lena made her and stands next to Lena’s chair, her injured arm in a sling.

Lena has to admit the pants outfit looks fantastic on her, especially the way it hugs her muscles. No one needs to know how much she appreciates the look, and how half her brain is narrowed in on the movement of Kara’s muscles rather than listening. Nor does anyone need to know how she tailored this outfit specifically to bring out the best of Kara's assets, while still giving her the pants she so needed.

“Grey market is legal items being sold or bartered from one individual to another, where neither hold a selling license,” Brainy defines. “Common in low income areas and among the houseless.”

“Oh. So okay, do you have any other leads?” She frowns. Her uninjured hand hooks her thumb on her belt, and heavens, does that make her look even hotter. 

[madpicks]

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DeMarcus Cousins' 4th quarter benching shows how bad his pairing with Anthony Davis has been

Since the New Orleans Pelicans traded for DeMarcus Cousins during All-Star weekend, they’ve been better without him playing. They’re 3-6 since the trade, and one of those wins came with Cousins suspended due to excess technical fouls. Another came when he fouled out in just 31 minutes. The most recent happened on Saturday, when Cousins was benched down the stretch.

Anthony Davis was devastating in that 125-122 win against the Charlotte Hornets. He scored 46 points, doing it on 18-of-31 shooting while adding 21 rebounds. He had nine points in the overtime period, helping make sure New Orleans hung onto the win and keeping their faint playoff hopes on life support. It all happened as Cousins watched from the bench.

DeMarcus Cousins checked out with 9:25 remaining. Has 5 fouls.

So much for Boogie and AD trying to figure it out together.

— The Bird Writes (@thebirdwrites) March 12, 2017

Cousins has recorded either five or six fouls in five of his nine games in New Orleans, including tallying five fouls in the Pelicans’ last game on Wednesday. In Saturday’s game, he reached five fouls early in the fourth quarter, and Pelicans head coach Alvin Gentry never subbed him back in.

After Davis subbed in for Cousins at the 9:25 mark, he never left the game. From that point on, including overtime, Davis scored 24 points on 10-of-17.

The Boogie-Brow pairing hasn’t worked at all

Since Cousins joined New Orleans, they’re outscoring opponents by more than five points per 100 possessions without him on the court. With him on the court, the Pelicans are outscored by about 11 points per 100 possessions.

With just nine games, on-off numbers are noisy and hardly definitive. Still, it looks equally damning when you focus in on just Davis and Cousins playing together — the Pelicans only score 91 points per 100 possessions with that duo on the court, which is miserable. The team’s effective field goal percentage with those two combined in a lineup is a godawful 41 percent.

It still might be too early to rule out their success

The personnel around Davis and Cousins isn’t geared for them at all. They need to flood the floor with shooters, and no one on the Pelicans’ roster is particularly fearsome stretching defenses behind the arc. Since the trade, the team is only hitting 32 percent of their threes.

Given New Orleans’ trajectory, and considering what they gave up, this was a talent acquisition they needed to make. Cousins has another year left on his contract, so they’ll have a real offseason to retool around those two all-NBA level big men before decided whether they want to invest more than $100 million in Cousins’ future with Davis. That’s a good situation for them to be in.

For now, though, with this roster, the reality might be that the Pelicans are better with Cousins on the bench. They won’t bench him completely, of course — but close games could see decreasing amounts of Boogie going forwards.

[fanfictionfaberrycentral]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor Characters: Lena Luthor, Kara Zor-El Additional Tags: Magic, Lena Luthor Knows Kara Danvers Is Supergirl, Established Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Witches, spells, Grimorie, Lena conducting magic experiments, Magic experiments, Kara just wants to help Series: Part 3 of It's a Wonderful Life Summary:

Lena experiments with handmade spells, while Kara sneaks in handwritten notes.

[herequeerexitentialfear]

why is cecio problematic?? 👁👁

buckle up your in for a long ride!!! this might be the most comprehensive post on Cecio yet...

[background info: Cecio is an oc of mine that atm mainly resides deep in the background of part 5 of jjba alongside his older sister Celia and their fucked up found family. that are also in a criminal organization. Cecio is... well read on. warnings for mentions of gross misuse of police power, read more as this got longg]

Hes a self centered man who was manipulated into not only throwing away his only shot at escaping the poverty and violence he was born into, but metaphorically sold his soul to the devil twice, by becoming a mafia plant in the local police force.

He has no shame and while he spins a tale of a dead sister- [Who is very much alive but took the opportunity to shed her old legal life] wrapped up in gang violence to earn money for him, with him not knowing until it was to late, then after learning the horrifying truth because of her death, joining police training to avenger her- its nothing but lies wrapped around a tiny kernel of truth. what truth? who knows. certainly not anyone around him

Reality is subjective to Cecio, his mind bending facts and obscuring the aftermath of his actions so he can stomach himself, playing a constant game of deluding himself that he has no other choice and is just trying his best- on some days he even believes it

He uses his power often and to devastating effect, setting up rivals and traitors and even just people who got in the way for jail or death, using faked evidence and emotional manipulation. a snake of a man he plays the moral man in a den of greed and yet leads all people who join with even the faintest shred of good in their hearts into the jaws of greed and despair.

Cecios greatest trick is those grains of truth and genuine emotion at the heart of his greatest lies- his false flames of passion for justice are instead fueled from a desire for him and his loved ones to survive, his kindness stolen and reused from others, little lies he tells himself as so to create 'genuine' emotional reactions. Every victim is his dead mother and supposedly dead sister, every corrupt cop not on his side is the man who manipulated him, every little thing a lie and misdirection.

He has killed, lied, maimed and set people up to do and have done to them worse. his elder sister Celia may justify everything she does as for their family, but Cecios justifications pile up so high all they are is truly hollow- no semi-noble sacrifice for the good of their family, but a selfish desire for power and survival with only his tenuous connection to that family as what stops him from being entirely heartless- or if you look at it another way if it wasn't for his family he could have a heart without risking others if it is weak and fails.

Life handed him suffering over and over and because of that he sees himself as the ultimate underdog- no matter how much power he grows to hoard. He is always sixteen and being told he has to do this to help his sister, after all she has done for him.

[herequeerexitentialfear]

😈 Woljif for Georgie?

<333 gonna go for the Dark Moon Rising, or well the very end of it.

[okay this turned into Georgie musing on their whole friendship over time<3 and fairly long<3 but its in the context that quest.]

"Hey no gramps, i've been watching the chief for a long time, and after all hes done and said, hes never once lied to me. Not ever. He was on my side when no-one else was" - Woljif

Georgie felt his heart ache in his chest, a wound soothed by the purple teiflings words. his heart had been numb when he was told Woljif had run during the attack, gone cold, covered with frost, tight and small in his chest.

Still, he had believed. Still hoped his chosen brother was out there, was doing well.

He hated to admit it, but when he met the one eyed devil, some foolish part of him had hoped it was him, disguised and lying to his face.

He had missed him so much, at every flash of dark hair and horns, he had stopped to stare. the mirrors in his quarters were covered with spare bed-sheets, lest he mistake his reflection for another's.

It took him being gone to realize just how similar they looked. That broke through the frost and numb, a lance of pain. in another world they could have been blood brothers, in another world he could have grown up a country lad, not a city rat. In another world he could have grown up happier.

He hadn't cared about Woljifs seeming betrayal, and maybe it means her majesty was right, but in that moment, with the relief of finding that he was alive, of seeing him again, he was willing to accept him even if he had defected.

He didn't have to, instead his little brother had a mad plan, one that worked, and more importantly, he came back! Woljif was back by his side, on the councils, on the streets. it meant everything, but still the frost didn't fully disappear.

Now it was gone, the fire in his words burning away the last lingering crystals of doubt.

His heart ached. the fact that so few people had been on Woljifs side in his life, in a way that meant Georgie was the only one to go so far for him, to earn that trust. Still, he was honored, so honored, by that trust, to be the one on his side, to be someone whose never lied to him. So honored that the prickly youth he knew not long ago, with his to aware eyes and years of experience with the worst of this world, saw him as someone who never had lied to him.

His words were failing him, to get across the joy and relief and love his heart swelled with at Woljifs words. At the trust he had been given.

He meant every word, that he needed Woljif, needed his friends, to win. To make anything of what he'd been given, to bring good and joy into this world, he needed his little brother.