#was wearing a s/t shirt so that was her only ref

[mwah-so-kissed]

the girl i like made some crappy slipknot drawings for me for my birthday, i'm so happy :,]

[h0tchner]

go team hotchner!

pairing: dad!aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: aaron is coaching jack’s soccer game & reader is in the crowd! aaron & reader are happily married, but another woman’s mean comments and blatant flirting makes the reader jealous. fluffy shenanigans ensue!

word count: 2.5k

includes: FLUFF, jack hotchner is the sweetest, you & aaron are married, jealous!reader, kissing, family planning, & AARON IN A GREY T-SHIRT

rating: 18+ (for VERY brief mentions of sex and a little smidge of cursing)

a/n: i wrote this for @ssahotchswife​’s soft hotch saturday! this is my first published fic, so i hope y’all enjoy. PLS (!!!!!!!!!!!) interact if you liked this, rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

“Atta boy, Jack!” Aaron yells from the side of the field, clapping his hands as his son scores another goal.

Beaming, you holler from the benches along with the crowd. You watch as your husband jogs up and down the sidelines with ease, keeping up with Jack’s soccer team. It’s a stunning Saturday morning and you are thrilled to spend every moment of it with the Hotchner boys. Your Hotchner boys.

When they asked Aaron to coach the team, how could he say no? After losing Hayley, he promised himself that he would do everything in his power to be there for Jack. When you first started dating, Aaron was hesitant to introduce you to his son. It wasn’t because he didn’t want you in Jack’s life, but rather he didn’t want to scare you away. You were a 26-year-old NCIS agent and he was a 40-something FBI agent. You knew he had a son, you knew he was a widow, and you knew he was older than you: but you didn’t care. You loved him. It took a little coaxing to get Aaron to open up to you about his fears, but once he did, you assured him then and there that you weren’t going anywhere. He introduced you to Jack the very same day. Four years later, you and Aaron are stronger than ever.

The ref blows the whistle, calling a break. Aaron motions for the kids to huddle in. He squats on the floor to get on their level, enthusiastically whispering, walking them through the next play. Your heart swells watching him talk to the group of children. Aaron Hotchner, always the hero, the role-model, the leader. Gentle yet powerful: he was intoxicating.

Your eyes dart over his crouched figure; the soft, heather grey of his t-shirt clings to his broad shoulders. You draw in a breath, a memory of last night flooding your senses, remembering how you held on to those shoulders for dear life as he pounded you into the bed. You feel your cheeks blush red, and you look up to the sky, shutting your eyes to collect yourself. Damn. Even just the thought of touching him gets your blood up.

You open your eyes, letting your gaze travel back to Aaron’s body, admiring how good his butt looks in those black Adidas track pants. You bite your lip a bit, feeling overwhelmed with joy, knowing that beautiful man, inside and out, was all yours. God, what you wanted to do to...

“Damn he is HOT. Way hotter than the old coach. I think his son is on the team?” A woman’s voice rings out from behind you.

“Yeah, I think so. Did you hear what happened to his first wife? So sad, lost her when his son was little. Apparently he’s shacked up with some 20-something-year-old now.” A second woman’s voice chimes in.

“No way. Him? Married to that? He needs a real woman, not some child. A man that experienced should be with someone his own age. I’m gonna talk to him after the game, see what his deal is.” The first woman replies, voice dripping with venom.

“I think you should!” Agrees the second.

“Oh, I will. I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse.” Snickers the first.

They both laugh as you sit frozen in your seat, blinded by a wave of anger and sadness.

Some child? Someone his own age? Their hurtful words pierce right through your heart as you furiously blink back tears.

The ref blows the whistle, and the team scatters back onto the field. The ladies cheer behind you as the game starts back up. It takes all your strength not to break down under the crushing weight of their conversation. You take in some deep breaths, mulling over their comments. You weren’t “some child!” You were a grown-ass woman! You had a job! You were a federal agent! You loved Aaron and Jack: they were your whole world!

As you continue to give yourself a mental pep-talk, the hurt begins to dissipate as you realize how stupid those woman sounded. They didn’t even know you, or Aaron, or anything about your relationship. In that moment, you tell yourself that instead of wallowing in self-doubt, you would stand up to them and make it known that you were the only one for Aaron.

Just like that: you begin to feel a bit better. You focus all your attention on Aaron and Jack, letting the game fly by. You ignore the ladies gossiping behind you, and, by the time the kids are lining up to give the other team high-fives, you had pulled yourself together and come up with a plan to put these ladies right back in their place. You just had to wait for the right time to make your move.

“Wish me luck!” squeals the first woman. You can feel her getting up from the bleachers behind you.

“Go get him, girl!” sasses the second.

You watch as the woman walks down the aisle, her straight blonde ponytail swishing as she goes. She’s wearing blue-jean shorts and a white lace top: an outfit you’ve seen before on a hundred women who looked just like her. In any other circumstance you’d applaud her efforts (girls supporting girls, right?) but this was your man she had her sights on. No way. Not a chance. She wasn’t going to lay a single pink manicured finger on him.

Aaron is talking to the ref and the other team’s coach when she taps him on the shoulder.

Oh HELL no. You think, frowning.

He turns around and gives her a small, polite smile. You can’t hear the exchange, but after a few moments, she sticks out her hand to shake his, laughing. Aaron curtly returns the shake and turns back to finish up his prior conversation; but, this time, the blonde woman puts a hand on his arm again, lightly pulling him away. Your blood begins to boil. She gestures to the pack of kids, now getting drinks and snacks from the fold-up table next to the bleachers. Aaron nods, pointing over to where Jack is standing, sipping on some lemonade. She puts her hand on his arm again and tilts her head.

You decide it has been long enough. It’s go time.

You walk down the bleachers, picking up the hem of your baby blue floral sundress so you wouldn’t step on it as you descended.

The woman is still all over Aaron, clearly flirting. Aaron’s arms are crossed over his chest, lips in a terse smile. It didn’t take a profiler to know that his behaviour screamed “get me out of here.”

You fluff your hair a bit, letting it fall loosely around your face. With confidence, your feet hit the soft grass and you head towards your husband.

“Aaron!” you call out, waving and smiling as you near him, shooting daggers at the blonde woman by his side.

The moment he sees you approaching, you watch his entire demeanour change.

“Y/N!” he grins, excusing himself from the woman.

She whips around to face you with a vengeance as Aaron scoops you up, tanned arms firm around your middle. He spins you around as you laugh, surprised, looking down at him with pure elation.

He sets you down and, before you have a chance to say anything else, grabs your face in his hands, crashing his mouth into yours. You throw your arms around his neck and card your fingers in his hair, kissing him with the same fervour.

You can practically feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. It’s hot and dominating: something about winning a game makes Aaron primal and giddy. You certainly aren’t complaining.

He breaks the kiss and lets his hands fall to your waist, squeezing lightly.

“Congrats on the win, Coach Hotchner.” You smile as you brush a lock of sweaty black hair off his forehead.

“Couldn’t have done it without my favourite cheerleader, Mrs. Hotchner.” He winks, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

“Oh yeah?” You prod, cocking your head, looking into his gorgeous hazel eyes. “Who would that be?”

“Hm.” He pauses, looking up pensively.

He wraps his arms even tighter around your middle and dips his head down, whispering one word in your ear: “You.”

You laugh, swaying with him for a moment, capturing his lips in another kiss. As you pull apart, out of the corner of your eye you watch as the blonde woman stands frozen to the same spot, mouth agape. You smirk, feeling satisfied and self-assured knowing your little scheme was a success.

Then, like a rocket, you see Jack running towards you with a mile-wide grin on his flushed face.

“Y/N! Did you see? Did you see me make two goals?” Jack exclaims.

“Yeah buddy, I saw the whole thing!” You capture him in a bear hug, kissing the top of his head. You ruffle his hair and kneel down, looking into his soft brown eyes.

“I’m so proud of you. Did you have fun?”

“Yeah! I love soccer!” Jack nods.

“You did a great job Jack.” Aaron says, helping you stand. He wraps an arm around your waist and looks lovingly down at his son.

“You’re our soccer superstar.” You add, glancing between Jack and Aaron with unbridled joy. “Now go! Go back to your friends!” You laugh, shooing him away, back to the group of sweaty 8-year-olds and their snacks.

You stand there with Aaron, snaking your arm around his back to match his around yours. You both watch as Jack bounds off. A quick glance to the side shows that the blonde woman is long gone, probably stomping back up to her friend to whine and call you more names.

“Is she gone?” Aaron murmurs into your hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head.

You stutter, “How... how did you?” You trail off in disbelief.

“Oh please,” he smirks, “I had to stop you from practically biting her head off when you walked over.”

“Aaron!” you yelp, mocking upset. “You should’ve let me at her.”

He chuckles, lips twitching into a smile as he quirks one eyebrow up. “I couldn’t have my wife fighting with the aunt of one of my players. It’d reflect poorly on me.”

“She called me a child. Said that you should be with someone your own age. I think that warrants a free pass.”

His joking manner stops abruptly at your declaration. “That’s ridiculous and you know it,” he furrows his brow, shaking his head lightly.

You reach up and run your fingers over his scrunched forehead, soothing the lines into something softer.

“I know,” you nod.

Aaron pulls you into his side, wordless. Fingers tracing lightly over your hip. You knew he was thinking the same thing: no matter what they said, you knew in your heart that you and Aaron were meant to be. Age be damned. He was yours and you were his: forever. Simple as that.

“Mmm,” you sigh, taking in the beauty of the moment. You smile at the clear sky, the fresh air, and the feeling of the man you loved, right by your side. You two watch Jack as he talks and laughs with the other kids. He looks so happy to be surrounded by them: a natural conversationalist. You can’t help but start to think about how he would be the best big brother in the whole world. It makes your breath hitch in your throat a bit.

“What is it?” Aaron gives your side a squeeze.

Of course he could sense when your thoughts began to wander. Aaron was a man of many talents.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” You look up at him with a reassuring glance, returning the squeeze.

“Y/N...” Aaron trails off, hazel-brown eyes searing into yours.

Damn your gaze, Hotchner.

You look away, letting your arm drop from his waist and move to step away a bit: he grabs for your hand instinctively, keeping you next to him. His big hands engulf your small ones, fingers entwined.

You know he is still staring at you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him yet. Your eyes refocus on Jack.

“I was... I was thinking,” you begin. “I love you. I love you so much, no matter what anybody else says. And I love Jack like he’s my own.”

You breathed in, prepping yourself mentally for what you were about to say next.

“Jack is so good with other kids.” You continue, “He loves being social, being a teammate.”

You gather the strength to meet your husband’s famous glare.

“And watching you coach these kids? You’re so good with them, Aaron. You make every one of them feel special. You give 110% of your heart, and I am so lucky to be your co-coach in life.” You tell him in earnest.

“Aaron,” you carry on, emboldened, “I think it’s time we added a new member to the Hotchner team” you finish, searching every inch of Aaron’s face for recognition.

You watch as he takes in the information. After a few beats, it clicks.

“Y/N,” his expression softens, “Do you want to have a baby?”

You bite your lip and nod, eyes wide and hopeful.

Aaron nearly explodes with happiness; his eyes crinkle as he smiles down at you, unable to speak. And then, his warm body envelopes yours, solid but soft: unmistakably Aaron.

You let out a shaky laugh and bury your head in his neck, breathing in the smell of cologne and light sweat.

He pulls back a little, one hand tilting your chin up to look at him.

“Oh my god, Y/N,” he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Does that mean yes?” you ask, in a small voice.

Aaron laughs again, letting out a sigh. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his hand linger on your cheek. You lean into his touch.

“Yes,” he says, giddy. “Let’s have a baby.”

The sound of children laughing fills your ears as you grab the back of his head and pull Aaron into a soft kiss. The kiss is full of promise: a gentle pact, sealing the deal. You and Aaron were going to have a baby. Jack was going to have a little brother or sister.

You pull away, arms still around his neck.

“I love you, Aaron.” You breathe out.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispers back.

Nobody on this planet could shake the bond you and Aaron had. Suburban soccer moms be damned.

[lordsooga]

THE BIG BOYS!!! Finally, ref sheet’s for my and @chaozrael’s OC’s Master Kohga (Sr.) and Greg.

Just a man and his secret 8 ft. tall yiga boyfriend aka hyrule’s most wanted 🍌❤️These boys are the previous Master Kohga and chief of the Sheikah, so Master Kohga’s dad and Impa’s dad.

(Image description under the cut, it’s quite long)

[ID: A series of 8 images of Lordsooga’s and Chaozraels OC’s.

Image 1:  Line art of the ref sheet for Chaozrael's and LordSooga’s OC Master Kohga Sr. He is a Yiga OC. There are two shots of him, one of him facing the camera and a mirrored shot of him, showing the backview of the same pose. In between these shots is text, detailing his information. Kohga is posing with his his hand on his hip and the other resting on the hilt of his sword on his belt. He wears a Yiga uniform consisting of a ninja suit with spikes on the arms and legs, belts and clips, a small collar, and a face mask. On the face mask is a Yiga inverted eye symbol, looking smug. He also wear earring of a bunch of bananas and has his hair up in a braided bun. The text reads "Master Kohga (Sr.) He/Him. Sometimes (She/Her)" Then, in a bulleted list it says "Age: 40's-50's. Height: ~8 ft. Position: Master Kohga (Duh). Koh's Dad. Local Menace. Ruined the chief of the Sheikah and proud of it. Tax evader, thot, enemy of the state."

Image 2: The same page of Master Kohga Sr. as before but now with flat colors for Master Kohga. His suit is mostly a light red with dark red wrapped around the ends of his legs, arms, hands, and feet. There are grey stripes on his upper arms and legs. His belts are black and grey, his mask is white with a red inverted on it, his hair is black, and his banana earring are a dark yellow.

Image 3:  A lineart reference sheet for Chaozrael's and LordSooga’s Sheikah OC Gregory in the same style as the one for Master Kohga. Greg is posing here, standing up straight with one hand raised in a wave. He wears a Sheikah outfit of a collared shirt tucked through a belt and puffed sleeves. Only one sleeve is on and the other half of the jacket is left to hang at his side. Under that, he wears a tight, sleeveless, turtleneck, long pants, and shoes with a short collar. His hair is pulled back in a bun with a Sheikah eye tattoo on his forehead and he has a strip of fabric tied around his wrists. His text reads "Gregory. He/Him." In a bulleted list under that it reads "Age: 40's-50's. Height: ~6'5". Position: Chief of the Sheikah. Just really trying his best. Kohga's impulse control."

Image 4: T he same page of Greg's reference sheet as the previous image but now with flat colors. He has medium brown skin, red eyes, and white hair. His jacket and pants are beige with a red stripe going down the sleeve of the jacket. The fabric of his belt and shirt are blue and the buckle of his belt, a Sheikah eye symbol, is a bronze color. His shoes are beige and bronze colored as well. He has some white hair and scars on his arms, and the tattoo on his forehead is blue.

Image 5:  A digitally painted, lineless painting of Kohga's sword. Here, there is a red sheath shown with silver metal ends decorated with the Yiga inverted eye symbol. There is also a red string to attach it to a belt. Next to it is a windcleaver, a long, katana like weapon with three holes running down the center of the blade. The handle is wrapped in red and black fabric and the hilt is circular with four curved arches coming off of it, like a throwing star. The hilt is also deocirated wit the Yiga inverted eye symbol. The blade is long and silver with a shining wave-like pattern that goes around the holes. It is labelled as the "Windcleaver he used to kill his mother".

Image 6:  Another of Kohga's sword digitally painted in the same style. This one is also flashier and more complicated. The sheath is red with gold on the ends, and there is a hole near the top of the sheath to accommodate spikes on the sword. The sheath itself is red with red and gold splotches decorating it and had a golden bar with a red string to attach it to belts. The sword is another long, katana-like sword with holes down the center of it. The handle of this one is wrapped in red fabric, and the hilt is golden. The hilt is a spikes circle that is hollow in the center, save where it attaches to the blade. The blade is darker and also has a wave-like pattern that follows the holes along with with, bronze colored spikes near the hilt. It is labelled "Original Windcleaver, passed from Master Kohga to Master Kohga."

Image 7:  A digitally painted, lineless painting of Greg's two kodachi's. One is more plain, with a bronze hilt and a handle that is wrapped in black and red fabric. There is a small Sheikah eye symbol edged into the straight blade. The second is more flashy and complex. Its hilt is golden with a delicate looking design etched into it and a small strip of red fabric tied to the end. The handle has purple fabric on it with a golden Sheikah eye embedded into it as well. The blade here is darker, more curved, and has accents of gold on it as well. "Passed down through family of the Sheikah Chief."

Image 8: A series of drawings of Kohga and Greg. In the first, Kohga is leaning an arm on Greg's head. He peaks down at him with the eye on his mask. Greg has his arms crossed, looking up at him with a slight smile. This one has the text "Dating in Secret" above it with a heart. Kohga also has the text "Commits the crimes" while Greg has the text "cannot stop him". Next is a bust shot of Greg and of Kohga. Greg is wearing a Sheikah straw hat. Kohga has just a red and black robe on with a red, tight, sleeveless turtle neck shirt on. Instead of his usual mask, he wears a sheet mask, which is a sheet of fabric tied around his face with the Yiga inverted eye symbol on it. He also wears the same banana earring and has his hair tied back in a braided bun. His text reads "Braided bun", "Shortened, scarred ears", "Sheet mask in the hideout, but see his face and die (except you Greg". The last his Kohga looking at a distressed Greg smugly saying "You know, technically we've BOTH committed high treason."

[12yeahiminluvwu]

Captain

pairing - JJ Maybank x Athlete!Reader

summary- JJ Maybank gets his shit rocked by the captain of the school volleyball team

word count- 2,365 (i got so carried away, oh my goodness)

warning(s)- swearing, uhh JJ gets hurt but he’s fine, volleyball lingo (if you don’t understand, i’m happy to translate lol) this wasn’t proof read so, have fun if theres any typos.

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“It’s volleyball week, class. Experienced played on the left court, beginning players of the right court. Over on the left, we’re playing normal sets to twenty-five, no serve cap. On the right, normal set to twenty-five, serve cap is 3. Have fun!” Mr. Perkins said and let everyone lose. Volleyball week was your favorite because you got to do something you actually liked during gym class.

You and a few of the other varsity girls made your way to the court and made a quick game plan with the other three players you’d gotten on your team. From your middle position, you see JJ Maybank from across the net. You had no idea that he even knew what volleyball was, seeing as the only thing he ever did was surf and smoke weed.

“You ready to get your shit rocked, Maybank?” You smirked, waiting for the serve. His eyes scanned up and down your body before meeting your eyes with an equal smirk.

“Bring it on captain!” JJ didn’t know much about volleyball, but he was determined to stay on the court for as long as he could before Perkins booted him over to the other court. He wanted to be close to you, try to impress you. This was the best way he knew how to do that right now.

The ball was served to the setters corner, a pass, set, and a hit made. Your teammate, who was a libero on your actual team, made a dig to your setter and you released to make your approach calling a 1, which is a quick/low set right above the tape, and realized that JJ stood flat footed- not even attempting to block you. The boy watched as the ball connected with your hand and ducked, thinking that it was headed straight for his face.

The ball dropped right on the 10-foot line and your team cheered for you, as you had won the first point. JJ watched in a daze as you smiled and laughing, taking the compliments your team was showering you in.

“JJ! Block her next time!” Someone said from behind him and he nodded aimlessly, doing his best to focus and try to play. The set went back and forth a few times before you went back to serve. You had begun to catch on to the fact that JJ had absolutely no idea what he was doing, so you intentionally served him, knowing it would get you a point.

The ball spun in your hand once, and you placed a hand on top lightly before drawing your arm back and tossing the ball,swinging through right at JJ. The ball coasted perfectly above the net, floating right to him, but it ended up hitting him in the face.

“Oh shit!” You gasped, running across the floor to where he now laid on the floor.

“You ok Maybank?” JJ laid there quietly, trying to grasp on to what just happened. Of course, he's the one that gets clocked by a serve. And of course it was y/n’s. Just his freaking luck. Opening his throbbing eye, he saw you staring down at him, close enough he could feel your breath fanning across his face.

“JJ, come on, I didn’t hit you that hard!” You said, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. You felt him lean into your touch as his eyes fluttered.

“Y/n, I’m gonna have you walk him to the nurse, ok? I wanna make sure he doesn’t have a concussion.” Perkins said and you nodded, latching onto his hand to help him stand up. He was a little unstable so you wrapped his arm around your shoulder, while yours held securely onto his waist.

“You know, when you asked me if I was ready to get my shit rocked, I didn’t know you meant literally!” He groaned. A giggled escaped your lips and you looked at him, almost like you were seeing him for the first time. His face looked different up close, he looked a little less tough. He looked softer.

“”Well, maybe you shouldn’t have let your guard down,” You shrugged, smirked in his direction.

“Oh, so that’s how it is, ok.” He scoffed and you laughed again, tightening your grip on him. A beat of silence passed between the two of you before the boy spoke again.

“Can I be honest with you?” He asked and you nodded, perking your ars at what he was going to say. You were very aware of how close you were to him, as his body heat was beginning to make you sweat. You passed by a few people who were in the hallway, avoiding going back to class.

“I have no idea how to play volleyball…” He finally admitted and you stopped in your tracks, feeling laughter bubble in your chest.

“Ya think I didn’t notice that?” You laughed out, and the redness on his cheeks darkened.

“Why were you on that court if you don’t know how to play? There's nothing wrong with being on the beginners court!” He shifted, taking his arm off of your shoulder and leaning against the wall. Suddenly, he was more interested in the floor and playing with the hem of his shirt than he was looking at you and you felt the weight shift between your feet, your eyebrows raising at him.

“Because… I wanted to impress you…” He trailed off. Your cheeks began to heat up at his confession. Truthfully, you didn’t think JJ, or anyone, thought about you that way. You’d never really been a main character like JJ, or any of his friends.

“Why?” You asked, grabbing him from off the wall so you could continue your journey to the nurse’s office. This time, he held onto you a little tighter than he had before, he realized you did the same.

“Because you’re freaking y/n y/l/n! You’re the captain of the volleyball team, voted most likely to play in the Olympics before you turn 25! You’re, like, awesome! And, I didn’t know how else to get your attention. So here I am, with a possible concussion.”

“I’m not worth getting a concussion over JJ, why didn’t you just ask me out ;like any normal person would?” Your boldness surprised you, but you figured that it couldn’t really hurt at this point.

“Cause, John B said that would be lame…” He muttered.

“Well, I guess you’ve learned to not always listen to John B,” He nodded and looked over at you.

“How about we go out tonight then? Catch the sunset, have a picnic?” He asked, causing your smile to grow wider.

“As lovely as that sounds, I have a game tonight… but I’d like it if you were there.” He nodded, looking around before looking back at you.

“What’s your jersey number?” He asked. You had come upon the door to the office and you slowly opened it before answering him.

“13.” You said and sent him in, walking in after him.

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JV had just finished, meaning you and the girls were out on the court warming up and getting ready for your game. Galway Girl by Ed Sheeran blared throughout the gym, hyping the team up.

The whistle blew and you looked over to the ref, holding up a C. That’s your cue.

You won serve and thanked the ref before departing back to your team, who had gathered around the bench, waiting for coach to give the line up. You’re starting, obviously, so you gave your speech and made your way onto the court, quickly scanning the crowds to see if JJ was there.

You didn’t see him right away, but he was there with his friends, wearing your number painted on an old t-shirt he didn’t wear often enough to care about, with your name above it.

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It was down to the wire now, 11-13 in the fifth set. JJ had no clue what was going on but he knew that every time you hit the ball and got a point, he screamed the loudest of everyone in the gym. You still hadn’t seen him as you were focused on the game, the cheers just sounding like white noise filling the void.

“Bro, you’re over here yelling like she’s already your girlfriend! Step it up!” John B said and that kicked him into gear, making the rest of the pogues laugh at his willingness to act like an idiot. You went back to serve and his mind raced back to his trip to the nurses office earlier in the day. He silently hoped you would do the same to one of the girls on the other team. He’d learned that when you hit someone in the face on a kill, it's called a six pack. He liked that name, for obvious reasons.

JJ silently hoped for you to six pack someone all night concluding that it would be really sexy.

“Come on y/n, ace these bitches!” He yelled and that caught your attention. You looked over and saw him, standing amongst the crowd with a proud smile plastered on his face. You took another deep breath, after sending him a quick smile, and refocused yourself on the task at hand. You needed to keep the serve if you wanted to get to the end of this game without a fight.

You served the ball exactly how you had earlier in gym class, and watched as it floated over the tape, dropping right in front of the left back passer. Your team cheered you on as you came into the middle of the court. The ball was passed back to you, and you went back to do your routine all over again, choosing the same person to serve to, knowing it would psych them out.

The passed the ball high and to the middle, making it easy for the setter to get there and make a play. Sucks for them though, cause your offense read it, and easily went up for the block, the ball going straight down to the ground.

13-13. Two more and you win. You breath a little deeper now, looking over to your coach who is holding on a 5, indicating where you needed to serve. Deep right back corner. JJ watched as the ball spun in your hand, watched as it floated over the net, and watched as the players made their moves. The last hit was made, coming over the net quickly. Left back took the pass and you called ‘Pipe”, a back row middle hit.

The ball landed in the net, ending your streak. The score was 14-13 now, and in a set that only went to 15, it meant you had to bust your ass to get the ball back. Typically, a libero or defensive specialist would rotate in for you right now, but you had been working on your back row skills so coach opted to keep you in. The ball was served to your right, the setters corner. The pass was made, a set to the outside, and a kill, bringing you back to 14-14. You had to win by two.

The play was a blur, all you knew was you won that point, and before you knew it, it was game point again.

The feeling that washed over you when the crowd erupted in cheers as you won the game was one you would never get used to. Euphoria, a high that would never get old. One you couldn’t build a tolerance to.

The team rushed onto the court, dogpiling in the middle as the crowd started to shuffle out. When you made it out there was still a group of people standing around in the gym, waiting to talk to different payers.

A small crowd of four people stuck out to you, one in particular catching your eye. You ran over to him and he smiled, catching you in his arms and spinning you around as you laughed into his shoulder.

“You came!” He laughed at our surprise and nodded.

“Did you really think I’d miss it?” He asked and you shrugged, still wrapped up in his arms.

“I didn’t see you, so I wasn’t sure.”

John B, Pope, and Kie all looked at the two of you in amazement. They had never seen JJ like this with anyone before. The group watched JJ swoon over you and hype you up about winning all the way out to your car.

“Hey JJ, we’re gonna head out. You comin’?” Pope asked him.

“I could give you a ride if you want?” You offered and he looked back between you all, opting to spend as much time with you as he could. The car ride was filled with laughter about how amazed JJ was that you could jump as high as you did and hit the ball as hard as you were capable of. It was funny to see him so enamoured by something that seemed so mundane to you at this point.

Pulling up to the chateau, you both got out and stood at the front of the car, neither of you wanting to part ways.

“So, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 8?” He asked and you nodded. He began walking into the house, but stopped when you called out to him.

“You’re not even gonna kiss me goodnight?” He turned around to see the smirk on your face and dropped everything to run back to you, scooping you up in his arms and attaching his lips to yours in a deep kiss.

You felt a fire ignite across your whole body as you shared this moment with him. You shared a kiss filled with passion, desire, and emotions you couldn’t yet name.

“Night, Captain…” He whispered in your ear, leaving you with nothing but goosebumps and shivers down your spine.

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hehe, this was really fun to write.

[imagination-of-a-melted-bitch]

A few boys from Haikyuu down with the swirl! I saw this tik tok and was like damn, I feel a little inspired! So hope you enjoy! I’ll be posting the rest shortly!

How You Meet || Haikyuu x Black!S/O

Kyotani (Mad Dog) Okay but his real name is fucking adorable

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•You notice him first. You had been dragged to yet another volleyball game by your best friend to support her lifelong crush, Oikawa. You were honestly tired of hearing her beg and uplift him all within the same breath and agreed to go, once again.

•”I’ve never seen him before,” You point to the blonde who had just been switched in, making note of his odd dye job. “Who’s he?” Your best friend picks up on your lowkey excitement almost immediately and is eager to answer.

•”Oh, that’s Kentaro Kyotani but Oikawa calls him mad dog.” She’s more excited than ever now, as much as you listened to her go on and on about Oikawa she listened to you and your struggles. One always stuck with her, ‘I wish I could find a guy who was actually into black girls.”

•”You should talk to him after the game!” You go to respond but a whistle from the ref cuts the conversation short. You watch number 16 closely, almost in awe, jumping a little when he smacks the ball to the ground with enough force the shirts of the other team lift a little.

•”Holy shit.” You sit there, a little startled by his very attention catching debut of the match. “There’s no way in hell I’m talking to him.” You sit back, crossing you arms as you shake you head. Your best friend looks over at you and breaks into a fit of giggles. “What?”

•”You’re totally crushing on him!” She throws her head back and accompanies her very annoying but somewhat comforting laugh with a loud, seal-like clap. “I’m going to congratulate Oikawa after they win so you can come down and talk to him!”

•”I’m not talking to him.” She drags you down there and shoves you in his direction. It wasn’t a question, you now realize.

•Shit, shit, shit! They just lost, he’s probably pissed and kicking himself for the mistakes he made. No, no, no, “H-Hi.” You’re so shy when you finally work up the courage to talk to him.

•Kyotani picks up on this almost immediately, a small smirk settling on his face. It wasn’t often girls came up to talk to him, he was told that it’s not because he wasn’t attractive, he just wasn’t very approachable. “Hey.” He sounds so tired, and worn out, you feel bad for coming up and talking to him right after an intense game.

•You introduce yourself, all the while kicking yourself because you can’t talk without stuttering every once and awhile. Kyotani is so amused, people are usually terrified in his presence and opt for leaving before they can even finish a conversation. “I’m Kyotani.”

•God, his hands are so strong, he gives you a light squeeze when he notices you dazing off as you stare at your hands. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You repeatedly bow, tapping your cheeks a few times to calm yourself down.

•She’s pretty. Is all he can think. You caught his attention as soon as the crowd started to come down from the stadiums, how could you not, especially with a pout like that. Kyotani’s eyes focus on your lips for a mere second more before flickering up to your eyes and it’s only then does he realize you were holding out your phone.

•”Can I have your number?” This is usually the part where they laugh in your face and reject you or politely tell you that they aren’t interested. Kyotani snatches the phone and types his number in, sending himself a text so he’d have yours as well. “T-thank you!” Your bottom lip quivers, shit, get ahold of yourself.

•”You know you’re the first person who’s ever held a full conversation with me.” He chuckles but his expression never changes, it’s still dark, almost uninterested. “I’ll see you around.” He gives you a wave and goes to shake hands with his opponents once more, Oikawa’s instruction and very much against his wishes.

•”I did it!” You squeal, turning to your best friend with a shocked look painting your features. “I actually got his number!”

Bokuto

•This time it was you to drag your best friend to yet another volleyball game. You had your eyes on a certain ace and just couldn’t turn down the offer to see him play.

•”I’ll go but only if you actually talk to Bokuto this time!” She, Mina, says this every time and every time you agree only for the game to end and for you to hurry out the gym. “I mean it! Either you talk to him or I’ll never go to another game with you.” Shes never said that before, she must be fed up.

•”I love you!” You plead, taking her hand in yours. “I really appreciate and love you!!” You repeat in a sing-song voice, batting your lashes at her. She breaks out into a smile, playfully snatching her hand.

•”Yeah, yeah, I mean it Y/L/N!” You can only roll your eyes, maybe today was the day you’d actually talk to him.

•”What the hell is wrong with him now?” Akaashi groans, watching the ace slump around the court, messing up receive for the set point from the first set.

•”Bokuto, what’s wrong?” Akaashi doesn’t have time for this, not here, and especially not now. The look on Akaashi’s face when Bokuto tells the team the reason he’s so bummed out is everything. “Really? The arena?” He’s so over it.

•”I wonder what’s wrong with Bokuto?” You find yourself worried about the adorable owlish boy, leaning forward in your seat just a little to try and hear what was being said.

•Think! Think! Think! Akaashi’s hands are on his hips as he looks around the arena, he needed something to get Bokuto out of this slump or they were doomed. “Ahaha!” He finds you in the front row in the center of the bleachers, no doubt you had gotten here super early for that spot.

•”Would you look at that?” Akaashi clamps a hand down on Bokuto’s shoulder and points in your direction. “Y/N came all this way to see you!” Bokuto’s face immediately lights up, it’s not like he’s had a crush on you ever since first year. “You can’t let her down!” That’s it, that’s all he needed.

•”I want every set!” Bokuto stands with his hands on his hips, the biggest grin on his face. Akaashi’s taken back by the request but expects no less, there’s no point in arguing.

•”Fine,” Bokuto’s eyes linger in your direction and he misses it when you look over at him as the ref blows the whistle, signaling the start of the second set. “Bokuto! I need your head in the game!”

•”Every set.” Is all Bokuto says before assuming his position. He looks at you one last time and he swoons when he sees you watching him with wide eyes and if he wasn’t motivated before he certainly was now.

•”Hey! Hey! Hey!” Every time he does that it reminds you of fat Albert and you live for every second of it. You even join him in his cheer as he lands the final blow, the ref blowing the whistle to signal the next set. “Hey!” He points to you and you can’t help but match the wide, almost goofy grin he’s wearing.

•”I see you!” Your best friend squeals, nudging your side as you look anywhere but the court. Why, why did he have to point to you out of all people. “Now you totally have to talk to him!”

•”Why? There’s no way he likes black girls...” You mumble, crossing your arms as you feel the weight of yet another unsuccessful crush fall on your shoulders. You’re pulled out of your slump when it’s Bokuto’s turn up to serve, focusing on him once again. He winks and gives you a thumbs up before sending the ball over the net. ...no way...right?

•”Girl please, he’s basically playing for you right now!” Damn her, always getting your hopes up. “Either you talk to him or I’ll talk to him for you and if I have to do it, I’ll make sure he knows you’ve stalked his Instagram on more than one occasion.” Your eyes widen at this and you’re suddenly onboard to talk to him.

•”Okay! Okay you don’t have to be such an ass!” She only laughs at this as the both of you refocus on the match.

•They won! Of course! You’re a lot less nervous when you make your way to the court, having talked down your nerves in the middle of the third set. “Hey, Bokuto?”

•He immediately stops the conversation he’s having and turns to face you, that big ole smile returning. Gosh, he’s so adorable! His smile falters a bit before it returns and you realize you said that out loud. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I’m so sorry-“

•Bokuto takes his phone out of his duffle bag and holds it out to you. “Since I’m so adorable?” Oh my gosh, is this really happening right now? Is all you can think as you put your number in his phone, hands shaking the whole time. “Oh,” He types something out once he’s handed back the phone and your pocket vibrates.

•You pull it out to find a text from him. Your adorable Ace ;). You look up at him with the biggest smile ever, gosh, how hard am I falling for this boy?

•”Thanks for coming out! I’ll see you around?” He’s so chill but he’s totally flipping his shit on the inside. She’s actually talking to me! She smells so nice! Oh my gosh, her smile! His heart is beating a million miles a minute and the second he turns around his cheeks flush the deepest red. “I did it!” He screams, picking up Akaashi and spinning him around.

•“I actually did it!” You show Mina his contact and she breaks out into the biggest smile.

•”I told you!”

Kuroo

•”Why, why, why did I agree to this?” You’re kicking yourself as you make your way to the gym. “I don’t know any of these guys!” You cry, coming to a stop in front of the gym doors. “Maybe they don’t even want a manager!” You huff, opening the doors anyway.

•”Who’s that?” Kai asks, holding the ball in his hands at his hip. His questions causes everyone in the gym to turn toward you. You squeeze the straps of your duffle bag and bow, wanting to sink into the ground and disappear.

•”Oh yeah, surprise boys!” It’s Kuroo. You’ve only seen them play a couple of times but each time they won it was because of him. You remind yourself volleyball is about the strongest team of six but damn does he help. “This is Y/N, she just moved here from America at the start of the school year!” Kuroo bows to you and you squeak, not expecting such respect from someone of his stature.

•There’s a chorus of greetings and each and every boy comes up to you to introduce themselves. They’re smiling, they’re laughing, it’s a warm environment, maybe this won’t be too bad.

•Or maybe you were an idiot. Here you were again, for the third night in a row, creating the most absurd scenarios of you and Kuroo in your head. “Would he actually call me pretty?”

•It’s getting harder and harder to walk into practice without immediately looking for Kuroo and the others have start to notice it too.

•”If you’re going to tell him you like him please try not to give him a big head in the process.” Kenma, quiet and observant as always. “I mean, not to make assumptions or anything.” He gives you a sly smirk and continues onto the court to practice some sets.

•Why did he say that? Am I being too obvious? Do I stare too much? God, I probably stare all the time and Kuroo’s probably so uncomfortable. Why hasn’t he said anything? I should just quit and move back to America!

•”Y/N!” There’s an arm in front of your face before you know it, flexing as it took the impact of the ball. You’re frozen in your spot, unsure of what had just happened, your eyes can’t even work up the nerve to follow the ball as it drops to the ground. “Whew! You gotta be careful!”

•You look up at your savior and are terrified to see it’s Kuroo. Why? Why? Would I have rather taken a ball to the face than be this close to him? Maybe! “Uh, thanks!” Am I sweating? Where do I look? Where do I put my hands? How do I fucking function as a human being?

•”Of course! Someone’s gotta to protect the princess of the court!” There’s a few whistles from the players on the court, but you have nothing to say. Did I just hear him correctly? “Can’t let anything happen to the pretty princess of the court!” His lips curl into an innocent grin but he knew exactly what he was doing.

•”Princess?” I am most definitely shaking, I am most definitely sweating, and I am most definitely unaware of what to say. “I’m sorry, did you call me princess?”

•”Oh, I thought you knew about that!” Kuroo turns toward you, scratching the back of his neck. He looks down, reaching for his phone. He holds it out to you and shows you a contact. It’s your number that you do not remember giving to him and the name for the contact is ‘Princess of the court 👑. “See?”

•”Oh.” Is all you can say, it’s all you can muster. What the hell so I say to that? I don’t even have his number, do I? I sure hope I did because that wouldn’t make me a good team manager. You’re a mess, so much running through your head.

•”Is that weird? Should I start with Y/N and work my way up?” Damn. He was so smooth. All you could do was stare at him. You tried to speak but nothing come out. This is so embarrassing!

•”Alright, I’ll start with Y/N and work my way up.” He smiles and changes the contact name. “You better text me though!” He throws his phone onto his bag and jogs onto the court.

•That did not just happen! That did not just happen! “Y/N!” Kuroo screams and you flinch, moving to the side just in time. “Damn. It looks like I’m going to have to keep a really close eye on you!”

•Damn. That really just happened.

Feel free to send in request!

[grown-clone]

Because activism is more than BLM in your bios and black posts on your instagrams, here is a list of Black people and Black owned businesses' to support. I’m doing some research as best as I can, so if I I do add someone on my list who has said/been bigoted in the past and hasn’t made any changes to be better, let me know so I can edit the post!!

Youtubers:

MacDoesIt: Queer comedian with GREAT content of all different types. 

https://www.youtube.com/user/MachaizelliDoesIt

JayYoung’s ASMR: Great ASMR youtuber with lots of variety

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCB0HnS2Ksu9bdK3w9KME-lg

Swan Creates: Not that well known Black artist who uses a variety of different mediums and makes amazing art!

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCpemq_ZLdX4ml0EOMZ1WrWw

Hotea: Another small yet amazing Black artist on youtube with AMAZING art. I absolutely love her art style and her Tea Time series is amazing. She has really nice short videos if you just want to watch something real quick, and her voice is so relaxing. 

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCHyL9pJnIl4aVCtW0PxaIAQ

Black owned Etsy shops:

EllieMayClay: Artist who makes all sorts of earrings out of clay! Studs and dangles, with cute different aesthetics and all sorts of colors!!!(Plus, every item has free shipping!)

https://www.etsy.com/shop/EllieMayClay?ref=simple-shop-header-name&listing_id=827799061§ion_id=32120828

MuddyIndigo: Spiritual jewlery made with crystals and/or resin

https://www.etsy.com/shop/MuddyIndigo?ref=simple-shop-header-name&listing_id=839413320

BlackEpiphany619: Black owned clothing store with a wide variety of options with sizes S-2X. They have hoodies, leggings, dresses, crop tops, and many different kinds of t-shirts! Many of these clothes are meant to be worn by black people, so please keep that in mind when shopping! (Or buy them for your friend instead!) But definitely give this shop a follow!

https://www.etsy.com/shop/BlackEpiphany619?ref=simple-shop-header-name&listing_id=947294085

UniquelyBathCo: a lovely shop filled to the brim with different bath items like soaps and scrubs! A variety of scents too!!! They have and Etsy store and their own shop!! (Please note that would probably prefer to make sales through their own website, but they only offer GooglePay and ShopPay

InkandCottonShop: Another Black owned clothing store with tons of options! This store has some more options for non-black people to wear, along with sizing running from S-3X (the sizes are also in different categories, like Hoodie, Sweatshirt, Adult shirt, Ladies, Gents, etc) There are also different color options for certain items! 

https://www.etsy.com/shop/InkandCottonShop?ref=simple-shop-header-name&listing_id=986961518

This is just a small taste of the tons of black creators out there that you can follow and support!! Please add anyone that I didn’t mentions that you feel needs to be mentioned!! Activism is going far beyond just saying we support Black people and the Black community, now we actually have to show support to them. 

[faerune]

5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50 + cassie 🗞📍💕

Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults? Yes! Cassie has four older sisters - Nancy, Lydia, Grace and Rebecca. She has a very close relationship with them. Their whole family is very direct and blunt so they definitely fight a lot (especially when they were younger) but they’re the kind of sisters that if Cassie called and said she needed to hide a body they’d hop on a plane to come help. Cassie is the baby of the family so they’re all simultaneously protective of her and love to torment and tease her.

Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect? Before her sisters started having kids, Cassie was pretty indifferent to kids but she’s become so good with them. Kids really like her because she treats them like people and is usually honest with them. Also she’s like...super cool and brings them so many presents from when she travels. She actually saw herself having kids with Leon before they ended things and when they get back together they’re both older and have wasted too much time so she’s like chopchop! knock me up!

She’s a really good parent. Loves her kids fiercely, super big momma bear. Cassie is the Fun parent. She’s not a typical Mom though. All the PTA moms hate her and she has gotten kicked out of a soccer game before because she was yelling at the ref 🙄. She just loves her sons so much and loves them very loudly. They never grow up doubting that even if she does make mistakes like any parent.

Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking? Noooo. Her older sisters cooked mostly in the house growing up and she mostly just existed to sneak little swipes of things out of bowls when people weren’t looking. It’s a disaster when she cooks and it’s no wonder she lives mostly on Chinese food. I think she’d like cooking with someone she loves but by herself? She’d rather die. 

Leon is polite when she tries to cook because he loves her and he knows that her even making an effort to cook for him on the rare occasion is very loudly saying she loves him. I’m sure @solasan‘s Matty (Cassie’s best friend) is also pretty polite but is like let’s order pizza! lmao

Her sisters are RUTHLESS when she tries to cook but Cassie gives it back as good as she gets even though Leon is sitting there like :O please don’t be mean to the baby.

Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes? Cassie doesn’t really like/is indifferent about musicals but she’s a huge fan of music. Collects records, very pretentious about her tastes and one of the ways she shows love is “let me show you this song”. She usually is dancing and singing it at the top of her lungs when her favorite comes on!

What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves? Cassie has a very...dry and dark humor. Bordering on sardonic sometimes. She’s the dick who occasionally likes to have like...little jokes to themselves. She is very funny sometimes when it’s with the right people and at the right time!

Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out? Before RC? Maybe once a week. After she joins STRATCOM, she gets run into the ground with training and then pretty regularly goes to the gym/trains almost every day of the week to keep it up. She’s very grumpy pre-workout because it’s usually early in the morning but no one can deny the post-workout energy she gets so she’s in a lot better of a mood after.

What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? Cassie loudly proclaims her taste in music and cinema is refined and amazing. No one is allowed to know she loves ABBA.

Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert? Cassie is like 50% coffee at all times. She doesn’t mess with energy drinks really and doesn’t eat sugary food to stay up but she does love to chew on twizzlers and usually has some in her bag.

How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves? People tend to usually see Cassie as a prickly, stand-offish person that still does look out for everyone’s best interests and is reliable. Just not an easy team player and very blunt. I think Cassie ping-pongs between an inflated sense of self to protect herself from her very bad self-worth and just absolutely being so hard on herself that she runs herself ragged.

If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials? Cassie often has to do this with her jobs through the years specifically with STRATCOM and as a war correspondent. She’s a master of packing light. Usually just spare changes of underwear, a t-shirt to wear to sleep, tooth brush and deodorant, a brush, some hair ties, laptop + charge, her pistol + extra ammo and a knife and/or taser. 

She really can survive with just her laptop and phone tbh.

[autodiscothings]

Hello Secret Santa!

It occurs to me that just a vague link to the garbage fire that is my tumblr isn’t going to help you much, so I made a character reference guide for my idiots. 

If you’re unfamiliar with the Mass Effect universe (which you might be, or might need a refresher) I hope it’s useful. 

Kolyat Krios:

I don’t actually own him, I adopted him from BioWare. Kolyat is the son of Thane Krios, an infamous assassin. His childhood was not a nice one, but Kol got his life together after the war and decided not to murder people for a living like dear old dad did.

Kolyat is a drell, a scaled, bipedal race that are rare to the point of extinction in the universe, thanks to destroying their homeworld; only half a million of them exist, which is nothing. A large chunk of this population are subservient/lackeys to a jellyfish-like sentient race called the hanar, who use the drell to operate their machinery and fight for them, often from a young age. It is called the Compact agreement, and drell have worked off their debt for being ‘saved’ from their dying planet for centuries, with no sign of leaving it- yet.

Kolyat is not part of the Compact, nor does he have a hanar handler. In my Postwar ‘neon noir’ universe he is somewhat independent of his homeworld and lives on the Citadel; Kolyat is instead a 20-something detective in C-Sec, a job that defines him.

He lives on a mass, multispecies Ward on the space station -like DS9, but far more civilian- think NYC, London and Hong Kong on acid. Kolyat works for the station’s Homicide and Violent Crimes division; he finds the work fulfilling, but is a workaholic about solving the cases.

Kolyat’s a little bit grumpy, a little bit sarcastic, often prone to scowling. He is also a secret softy, despite the distant introversion- good with kids and pets, despite grumbling appearances. Once he trusts you enough to let you in, you have a friend for life, but he’s guarded about his past for good reasons.

Outfit wise, he’s a man who dresses for comfort, not style. He wears a constricting uniform all day, so his civvies are the 2190 equivalent of jogging bottoms and t-shirts. I mostly draw him in his battered leather jacket, but it’s fine without too.

His tag is: [HERE]. I have made outfit/inspiration sheets [HERE].

I actually really love his in game model, it’s not just a recolour of his dad. That chin! It’s truly excellent. Kolyat is head over heels in love (to his bafflement) with...

Oriana Lawson Lee:

They met at a postwar party on the Citadel, a few years after the Reapers were destroyed. I don’t actually own her either, I also adopted her from BioWare. She’s the sister/twin/clone of Miranda Lawson, but goes by her adopted family’s name of Lee.

Like Kolyat, Ori’s past isn’t a nice one; she was created in a laboratory to be a clone of her sister, a genetically perfect human. Ori was smuggled out as an infant to live a normal life for 19 years with her adopted family; during the war she was kidnapped and held at a space concentration camp by her creator, where he experimented on refugees and turned them into fodder for the war.

She survived, but has scars she keeps quiet about. Oriana is an ‘Ori’ to most people, and the kind of person in which the definition of charisma is usually applied to. She just has something that makes her noticeable- when she wants to. Ori is old Hollywood glam passed through a sci-fi filter, and is usually dressed to impress- often to a calculated degree. Feel free to go over the top with with pretty dresses and red carpet/gala looks, it’s very much her brand.

It’s not all sashaying around in heels, though. Oriana is also a structural engineer and colony developer for Kellam Industries, a sort of made up Doctors Without Borders/ Medecins Sans Frontier charity in the 2190s, and homes displaced refugees for a living. If you want to draw this side of her too, I will be just as delighted.

She and Kolyat seem like complete opposites, but are very much in love- even if they can’t work it out yet. Ori definitely keeps him on his toes; she’s guarded about her past, for obvious backstory reasons.

Ori’s tag is [HERE] and her wardrobe inspo tag is [HERE.] I have made two outfit/inspiration sheets [HERE] and [HERE].

I actually ignore the in game model, especially ME3′s horrible version. I don’t have a face claim for her, but I’ve drawn her plenty of times now for her to be distinctively her.  (I say, hopefully.)

Fish The Cat:

Fish is a standard short-haired cat that belongs to Kolyat, a stray he found and brought back home. She is as grumpy as her owner, but still the boss- Fish remains the absolute queen of their household.

She’s a grey-brown tabby with a white bib and matching socks; at one point she was overweight thanks to her food obsession, but Kolyat half-heartedly tries to keep it below chonk levels. Fish is very much his cat, the only one who she’ll let touch her/pet/etc. It seems Ori’s charm doesn’t actually work on belligerent cats at all, and Fish can be spiteful if she tries to hard.

Fish’s tag is [HERE]. She has no faceclaim (lol) but she’s just a standard tabby and white housecat you can find everywhere, really.

Detective Batesda “Bats” T’Lori:

T’Lori -Bats to his friends- is part of the same team/squad as Kolyat is in C-Sec. He’s also the closest thing Kolyat has to a best friend, which considering their personality difference, is hilarious.

Bats is a he/him asari. Asari are the universe’s space-elves, but female-presenting; his choice in pronouns is unusual for the setting, but accepted.

He will often roast the shit out of Kolyat on a daily basis. Bats is on paper is quite odious -a joker, never keeps the same lover around longer than a month, heavy drinker, titty obsessed, anime obsessive, lazy- but somehow has a certain charm that makes him get away with most of it.

Bats is an absolute powerhouse of a biotic (space wizard magic), and the squad’s heaviest hitter because of it. He dresses in practical clothing, but is fond of catsuits and one-pieces (no dresses.) He’s not a particular snazzy dresser, though, but is fond of wearing black and red.

Bats’ tag is [HERE]. I’ve used Ruby Rose a couple of times as reference for his face.

Detective Arjul Patel

Patel is part of the same team/squad as Kolyat in C-Sec, and self-appointed Squad Dad. He has somewhat gross traits; the one most likely to roll up his sleeve to show you his elbow rash, but he’ll also bring in candy and snacks he’s made for the crew.

He’s in his fifties, and has brown skin, warm brown eyes with a sly twinkle in them and a well combed head of black hair. Thanks to a steady diet of snacks, Patel has a little belly- he also has very impressive eyebrows that are very expressive. 

Patel is a born and bred Indian, but moved off world to a colony as soon as he was able. He has less art than the others; I have used Nawazuddin Siddiqui as a face ref for a few paintings, but softened his features every time. 

Patel’s tag is [HERE].

Thank you for reading all this!

Art of any of these characters is more than fine with me, but a combination of the above will probably make my christmas.

A lot of Kol and Ori is my headcanon interwoven with actual canon, if you’re reading it all and going “I don’t remember that” that’s why. All the fan wiki links are legit canon, though.

I write about them as well as draw them, hence the mass amount of words. Their stories are up on A03.

I also answer questions about the characters a great deal in asks and prompts, the tag is [HERE].

Feel free to send me asks via anon if you want to know anything else <3

[studiobeebo]

hhnh sorry this took so long i mentioned an oc gorl i made up a lil while back and i finally have her info put together!! so ye here she is uwu

Basic Information

Name: Misaki Otsuka

  Name Meaning (If applicable): Misaki meaning ‘Beautiful Blossom’

Nickname(s): Buttercup

Alias: Undecided

Age: 16

Birthday: December 8th

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Nationality: American/Japanese

Affiliation: UA General Studies Course

Appearance

Height: 5’0”

Weight: 110 LB

Figure: Misaki has a more pear like figure, being thinner up top with her thighs/hips being a bit thicker.

Skin Tone: Dark with red/gold undertones 

Eye Color: undecidednkjsf

Hair Color: It fades from a deep forest green to a brighter leafy green.

Hair Style: Her hair falls in big soft curls and is actually pretty long, reaching to just above her waist. While she leaves her hair mostly down, her quirk leads to the appearance of having two small buns at the top of her head which are actually two flowers, but she usually just wraps her hair around the base of said flowers.

Facial Features : A lil dusting of freckles over the bridge of her nose.

Scars: None.

Piercings/Tattoos: None.

Distinguishing Features: None, other than her quirk.

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Personality

Misaki is generally calm and collected, but she’s also very bright and cheery! She tries to remain optimistic and she had a solid group of friends, but she’s not extremely overly talkative or loud. Due to her quirk, however, her mood often depends on her surroundings. She works a bit like a flower would itself, so when it’s sunny and she’s well hydrated she may be more energetic and happy, but if she’s dehydrated and it’s dark out she’s more groggy and maybe a bit grumpy or less talkative.

Quirk

Quirk Name: Medicinal Botanokinesis

    Explanation of Quirk: Misaki is able to produce and expel medicinal pollen from two flowers that sprout from either side of her head, often looking like double buns in her hair! The flowers fall off at least once a day and grow back just as quickly as another type flower. With each flower, she can use a different ‘ability’ depending on the components of the flower who’s pollen she expels. For example, if she has lavender flowers growing from her head, the pollen expelled can help make someone feel sleepy. Sunflowers could help reduce menstrual pains, angelica herb can be used to help heal colds and coughs, and so on. Some days, however, the flowers that sprout from her head have really no medicinal usage, so her quirk is rather ineffective during those times. She can expel pollen whenever she wants, but it is possible for her to ‘run out’, so she tries to only use her quirk when it’s needed.

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Extra Information

Misaki thinks it’s super embarrassing when flowers that are weeds, such as dandelions, grow from her, so she’ll often be wearing a hat of sorts on those days and have it pulled down as much as she can.

She often harvests flowers she creates that can be used as herbs, such as lavender or chamomile! Most of the time she’ll use them to make her own blends of teas, but sometime she’ll bake with them as well!

She loves taking pictures of friends so sometimes she might ask them to pose, she likes to save happy memories in one of her many scrapbooks!

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Clothing

Casual Style: Misaki loves ‘simple but cute’ so she’s all about nice jeans with a t shirt or blouse, so not lazy casual but not too dressy either. She also l o v e s overalls and they take over half of her wardrobe and her favorite outfit is her summer short overalls, a cute patterned tee, and a sunhat!

Common Accessories: A necklace with a small buttercup flower pendant. Also when she’s not in school, she almost always has her old fashioned Polaroid camera hanging around her neck!

Characteristics

Temper: She has a pretty average temper, but she is unfortunately an angry crier.

Strengths: She’s good at assessing situations around her and staying calm in frantic environments!

Weaknesses: She’s a bit awkward about sharing more serious feelings that are a bit more negative.

Goals/Drives/Dreams: She wants to become a plant geneticist mostly to be able to understand herself and her own quirk better and how both she and plants themselves can be used to help the world. She also wants to do field work, but that depends on how far she gets on being able to heal with her quirk.

Fears: She fears those around her feeling sad or depressed, so she tries her best to keep a happy attitude herself.

Likes: Gardening, photography, kayaking, hiking, crafty activities

Dislikes: Puzzles, being stuck indoors for too long, cold weather

Skills/Hobbies: Naturally she’s very good at gardening and her photography skills aren’t bad either!

Quirks: She physically looks more ‘wilted’ on cloudy or cold days, becoming more sluggish and having a slouched stature.

Health

Physical Health: She has a weakness for sweets and she doesn’t work out too often sooo she probably could be a bit healthier, but for a teen I’d say she is pretty average.

Mental Health: Mostly good! Like anyone she does suffer from bouts of depression here or there. She also suffers from panic attacks occasionally, but this only happens under extreme stress or anxiety.

    Mental Disabilities: None.

Sleeping Habits: Pretty good actually! Because of her plant like nature she gets sleepy almost immediately after the sun sets, so she’s usually in bed by 9pm at the latest.

Eating Habits: Not great, she has a major sweet tooth, she’s just lucky most of her weight goes to the “right” spots.

Inhibiting Injuries: None.

Relationships

Mother

    Name: Imani Otsuka

    Quirk: She has a small water spout on her head, but it’s hard to see past her hair and doesn’t serve much purpose.

    Relationship Status: Imani almost single handedly raised Misaki so they’re very close, Misaki is like a textbook definition of a mamma’s girl.

Father

    Name: Ren Otsuka (Deceased)

    Quirk: His entire body makeup is like that of a plants, giving his skin a greenish tint and allowing him to ‘eat’ through photosynthesis.

    Relationship Status: When he was still alive, Misaki was very close to him and grew up learning everything she knew about plants and gardening from him. Unfortunately he was taken from her when she was eight years old due to a sickness that couldn’t be cured in the same way as usual due to his genetic make up not being very human.

Friend

   Name: Tsukiko Kojima

   Relationship: They’re very good friends as they both have a similar interests in gardening and their kind personalities fit each other well!

Friend

    Name: Mina Ashido

    Relationship: Even though she hasn’t known her for a while and they aren’t in the same class, Misaki loves Mina’s happy spirit and she often gives her her own energy boost for the day.

Best/Closest Friend(s)

    Name: Tsuyu Asui

    Relationship: They went to the same middle school together and Tsu was the first friend she made after moving away from her old school district so they’re very close!

Love Interest/Crush

    Name: Todoroki maybe?? idek I have no clue tbqh

    Relationship:

Pets: Two chubby dumbo rats named Pancake and Tootsie.

History

Early Childhood (Birth - Age 6): Even though she doesn’t remember it, when she was born things for her parents were a bit difficult because at the time, they had still yet to get married, and while Imani spent a lot of time doing work in Japan, which is where she met Ren, she still lived in the United States. Once they were both stable enough to settle down, however, they quickly got married and Imani moved in with Ren in Japan. They were lucky to have decent jobs and while their lifestyles weren’t lavish, they made enough to live comfortably and Misaki was a happy young girl!

It was when Misaki was six years old that she developed her quirk, two round hydrangea’s simply popping up on her head one morning, however she didn’t learn the full extent of her quirk until she was older.

Mid Childhood (Age 7 - Age 13): Misaki was living a good, simple life, however things changed when she was about seven years old and her father fell ill. With him having to leave his work and Imani having to take care of him, things became a bit more stressful, however they were still as happy as they could be, Imani always teaching Misaki to make the best of even the worst situations.

Unfortunately, because Ren’s physical makeup was different then the average human, modern medicine at the time wasn’t able to help him and before the doctors working with him were able how to accommodate to him, he passed away. For a while after his death, their family was a bit of a mess, both Misaki and her mother hurting greatly. Misaki even had to leave school for a while, both her and her mother dropping into a depressive state, however her mother was a strong woman and soon picked herself up for the sake of her daughter and helped her daughter get along as well. She decided they needed a new start, but instead of moving back to America she simply moved her and her daughter to a new district closer to Tokyo. While Misaki was still upset over the loss of her father, she was quick to make friends at her new school, one of them being Tsuyu Asui. It took about a year, but she eventually got back to her usual calm and happy self, deciding she wanted to celebrate the memories she had of her father rather than dwell on the fact that he was no longer with her.

Teenage Years (Age 14 - Present): Even though she hadn’t gotten an exact lock on what she wanted to do career wise, Misaki had heard all about UA and knew that a diploma from such a school would surely help her in her journey, plus she hoped even if she didn’t enroll in the hero course that she could find help with developing her quirk. All that along with the fact that her best friend also planned on going to the same school and she knew this was the place for her. She didn’t get in with top scores, but to her that just meant she had plenty of room to improve, so she accepted the offer that she had worked hard for and is now on her way to wherever her journey would lead her. 

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Nitromare: My God, We’re Really Doing This

Joe has returned to the Land of the Rising Sun, but Mark and I for some reason are committed to watching every Nitro of the Vince Russo Era, when WCW went beyond the point of no return in the battle against the WWF. Tonight we’re on the second week of the first Russo reign: October 25, 1999, from Phoenix, Arizona. Let’s soak up the horror!

We open with Sting, in street clothes, coming out to the ring to demand the presence of JJ Dillon, the kayfabe commissioner. Sting lost to Goldberg last night at Halloween Havoc, but says that match wasn’t for the title, and so Goldberg should not be the champ. Dillon says there’s going to be a tournament to determine the champ, so Sting beats up Dillon. Goldberg runs out to make the save, and in the scrum, Sting’s t-shirt remains impressively tucked into his jeans. Why are they trying to make Sting into a whiny, shitty bad guy? The most natural babyface in the company since Ricky Steamboat. People want to cheer for Sting. 

The first match of the tournament is Norman Smiley vs. Bam Bam Bigelow. It’s over in about five minutes, with Norman winning. I think it was a hardcore match?

Now the Filthy Animals come out to show video footage of them taking Ric Flair out into a desert at night and dumping water on him. I’m not sure why you’d film yourself committing a crime, but the 1990s were a different time. You know who Billy Kidman looks like? The singer for Missing Foundation. It’s uncanny. There’s footage on YouTube of that guy, Peter Missing, setting himself on fire at a show in Boston. 

Rey Misterio says the Filthy Animals are going to “hump” Harlem Heat “like the dogs we are.” OK? Dean Malenko and Perry Saturn are apparently outraged, perhaps on behalf of dogs, and they run out and start beating on the Animals with lead pipes. Shane Douglas and Asya come out and kidnap Torrie Wilson. 

Now we’re backstage with Mike Tenay and Curt Hennig. Is there any American wrestler whose career was more a story of thwarted promise than Mr. Perfect? He was so good at everything, but never really got the breakthrough, either because of injuries or working for the wrong company at the wrong time, or both. 

Kevin Nash and Scott Hall are hanging around backstage. Somewhat grimly considering what we know now, they’re drinking beer from a cooler. 

The next match in the championship tournament is Hennig versus Lash Laroux, a truly forgotten figure from the WCW era. His gimmick was that he was a Cajun. That was pretty much it, mes amis. While the match is going on, Disco Inferno comes out to do commentary with Tony Schiavone and The Brain. For some reason. Hennig gets DQ’d for hitting Laroux with a chair. Disco Inferno comes in to help Laroux, and gets beat up with the chair. The match lasts maybe three minutes. 

We’re back in the ring after a commercial break with Kim Page and Mean Gene talking about the Nitro Girl competition. This was a contest to find a new Nitro Girl that I think Stacy Keibler eventually won. We meet two more finalists, both local, and watch footage of them dancing as Disco Inferno looks on. Was he the judge? His whole gimmick was that he was a bad dancer. 

The Nitro Girls thing is interrupted by DOUBLE J himself, Jeff Jarrett, recently arrived from the WWF. He immediately says the championship tournament is “a big work,” which I’m sure sounded like a good idea if you were on cocaine. Jarrett is still wrestling today; he’s currently a titleholder in AAA. He’s had one of the most remarkable careers of any American wrestler, yet I’ve never really enjoyed him.

Another match in the It’s A Big Work Tournament. Perry Saturn vs. Eddie Guerrero, which in theory should be a great match. So far each match in this tournament has featured one wrestler who is no longer alive. There are empty seats on the hard camera side; Mark notes that the revamped WCW logo reminds him of the final flag of a soon-to-be-vanquished country.

The match is not great. A few decent spots, but then David Flair runs in and hits Eddie Guerrero with a lead pipe, allowing Saturn to get the win via the Rings of Saturn. It last six minutes. 

We’re backstage, and the Revolution have Torrie Wilson imprisoned in a backstage area. “This is a great hiding place; they’ll never find us!” exults Shane Douglas, in front of a camera crew. Chris Benoit arrives and locks most of the Revolution inside a caged area, allowing him to beat on Dean Malenko. Everyone is wearing what would today be classified as Mom Jeans. Wasn’t Benoit part of the Revolution? Eventually he’d jump to the WWF along with Saturn, Malenko, and Guerrero, as the Radicalz. You could tell they were extreme, because they scorned the letter ‘S.’

Hall and Nash walk out, wearing street clothes. “It seems these new bosses we got from up North can’t have a wrestling show without the Outsiders,” Hall says, in a reference to Russo and Ferrara that 99 percent of the audience wouldn’t understand. Nash is wearing a FUBU jersey. His meandering promo is interrupted by Goldberg, who is standing in the crowd, wearing his gear and holding a microphone. As one does. “You’re both next!” Goldberg says. Technically, they can’t BOTH be next, Bill.

Macho Man and Gorgeous George come out. I don’t know why her wrestling name was Gorgeous George, but she wasn’t the worst person to wear the mantle created by George Wagner. There were so many terrible Gorgeous Georges. Even in the twilight of his career, Savage is still a compelling, charismatic performer. “Don’t hunt what ya can’t kill, cuz ya can’t kill The Madness!” he cautions, adding “I ain’t no punk bitch!” He takes some shots at Hogan and Flair. Gorgeous George is chewing gum and looking a bit lost. “I got too much money in the bank to get punked out by punks like you!” Savage yells, although it’s still unclear to whom he’s referring. Then he says he and Gorgeous George are leaving. OK. 

The Filthy Animals are searching for Torrie backstage. How did they find Shane Douglas’ great hiding place?? But the Revolution have moved off to another backstage space to complain about how Chris Benoit beat Malenko’s ass. 

Next WCW title tournament match: Madusa vs. Meng. Oh God. Madusa looks legitimately unwell. Everyone who knows Meng is terrified of Meng. He’s like nuclear war. This is not a pioneering intergender matchup: none of Madusa’s offense is effective, while Meng just stands around and growls like an animal. Madusa wrestled Bull Nakano a lot, so this probably wasn’t the scariest opponent she’d faced. Meng wins in about four minutes with the Tongan Death Grip. Remember when it was a big deal that Madusa jumped to WCW with the WWF women’s belt? Boy, they sure made the most of that, didn’t they?

Evan Karagias comes out to help Madusa. “Isn’t he gallant,” Brain sneers, and for some reason he pronounces it “guh-launt” and it makes me laugh out loud. That’s how I’m pronouncing it from now on. 

Nothing stands still. Malenko comes out and challenges Benoit and then leaves. Russo’s WCW feels like experimental theater, right down to the destruction of the fourth wall and acknowledgement of artifice. 

Mark describes Hall and Nash as “two retirees going around, causing trouble,” and this is a perfect description of what they’re doing at this point. I’m omitting about half the backstage segments, because they all last about 45 seconds and seem meaningless. 

Lex Luger and Miss Elizabeth come out, everything we know about what would happen later making it very hard to enjoy any of this. I think this is a match in the title tournament? The WCW commentary team does not do nearly as much recapping as today’s WWE announcers, and it’s kind of baffling.

It’s Luger vs. Rick Steiner, and a shirtless Jeff Jarrett comes out to join in on commentary. “We saw your shtick in the WWF, we know you’d hit a woman,” Schiavone says. “This is not the WWF, this is the WCW, and I am the Chosen One!” Jarrett replies. Jarrett is upset that he is being blamed for hitting Liz last week. Jarrett tries to hit Luger with a guitar and gets Steiner instead. Jarrett runs off and Steiner follows him. The crowd seems bored and angry. Luger wins via count. The match was maybe three minutes long. 

Kidman and Konnan are backstage. Konnan calls the Revolution “mark busters.” I can’t look at Kidman without seeing Peter Missing. Have you ever heard Missing Foundation? It’s really challenging stuff. What a group they were.

Another title tournament match, this time between Kidman and Konnan, fellow Filthy Animals. There’s a ref bump 45 seconds into the match. Harlem Heat comes out and beat up Konnan and Kidman. Who’s getting humped now, gentlemen, hmmmm? Now Rey and Eddie come out to fight Harlem Heat. In the ring, Kidman gets the pin on an out-cold Konnan. The match lasted two minutes at most. The secret of Vince Russo is that Vince Russo is not a wrestling fan. 

Buff Bagwell’s in the ring and vowing to break all the rules. “I’m going to take every little thing that’s ever been sacred in this business and I’m gonna relieve myself all over it.” Then he says, “I’m not doin’ a J-O-B, a job, for nobody ever again!” He calls out “the two idiots in the back writing this crap,” which, Jesus. Two giant bald guys in suits com out who say “We represent the two idiots in the back writing this crap,” and then proceed to beat the stuffing out of Buffing. 

We’re back from commercial, and Chris Benoit is going to wrestle Dean Malenko in a Mom Jeans Beatdown. No, it’s a last man standing match, but they’re both wearing mom jeans, without belts. That really bothers me for some reason. This is a really good match, the only good one of the night so far. Not entirely surprising. There’s no way to reflect on Chris Benoit without the shadow of his hideous crimes hanging over everything, but for whatever it’s worth, he was one of the best wrestlers of his generation. He had a graceful ferocity and total commitment to what he did that very few wrestlers have ever matched. Benoit wins.

The Filthy Animals run out to beat on Malenko, then Shane Douglas and Asya come out with Torrie Wilson. Torrie Wilson is notably taller than her captor, Asya. They should’ve got Nicole Bass to be their Chyna-alike. Douglas kind of sucked, didn’t he?

Jimmy Hart comes out with Hugh Morrus and Knobs from the Nasty Boys. Was there a new Nasty Boys with Morrus in place of Sags? Or was Knobs moonlighting? I’ll tell you what: the Nasty Boys put together a surprising number of extremely fun matches. This is not one of them: Sting comes out with a baseball bat, beats down Knobs, and gets the pin. I guess this was a no DQ match?

One thing to remember in the Nitromare: nothing has to make sense.

We’re backstage with Tenay and Bret Hart, who has what I think is a storyline ankle injury. Bret interviews like an earnest hockey player, which was part of his appeal. He didn’t have to scream or act like a lunatic to sell you on a match.

Now there’s a tag match between Konnan and Kidman and the defending champs, Harlem Heat. Konnan is also wearing FUBU; were they a sponsor? 

I’m flummoxed that they’d allow so many empty seats facing the hard camera. Why not send people in higher sections down to take those seats? This is AWA-at-the-end level inattention to detail.

Meanwhile, in the match, Harlem Heat are beating the shit out of the Filthy Animals in a mostly uninteresting fashion. It’s a slog. There’s an inexplicable screw job finish that has Schiavone asking “Who won?,” which is always a good sign. The answer: the Filthy Animals won because ... Kidman bridged out of a pin? 

Nitromare: Nothing Has to Make Sense

DDP and Kimberly come out. My God, Kimberly was attractive. And Page was insanely over with WCW fans; it’s galling how badly he was mishandled by the WWF. Did you know Page sued Jay Z over the Diamond Cutter hand gesture? They settled out of court, so we still don’t have settled legal precedent on whether you can trademark a hand gesture.

David Flair comes out. DDP is mad at Flair because Flair’s dad slept with Kimberly. Flair pulls out a crowbar and cheap-shots DDP, then starts whaling on him. David Flair looks like the character in a movie about rural 19th century America who’s described as “a bit touched.” Like a character who accidentally kills or injures a major character and then commits suicide in helpless despair. It’s not ... a great look for a pro wrestler.

DDP gets kayfabe stretchered out. Well, I believe he’s the winner by disqualification, so there is that. 

Back from commercial. Hall and Nash, in street clothes, are in the ring. Their opponents appear to be local strippers. They’re not given an introduction, so we don’t know for sure. One of them motorboats Scott Hall. The crowd enjoys it, because wrestling fans in the 1990s were not very sophisticated. The other stripper is tagged in. “This is what it’s all about,” Tony says. Nash comes in. “The hot tag! The big save,” Tony says. One of the rare moments when I feel like Lou Thesz. A third stripper with balloon-sized fake breasts comes into the ring. The Outsiders lay down and get pinned. Who says Kevin Nash wouldn’t do jobs in WCW? 

Goldberg mercifully runs into the ring and spears them both. The crowd likes it, but is also horny and mad that the woman with the huge fake breasts didn’t take her shirt off. The replay is brought to us by the Air Force, which at the time was using the slogan “Aim High.” Not a lot of that in Nitromare, I’m afraid.

I think it’s main event time. God, I hope it is. I’m so weary. Bret Hart hobbles out to the ring. He’s wrestling Goldberg, who has one of the all-time great entrances in pro wrestling history. 

Tony says Bret’s shin is hurt, when earlier we were told it was his ankle. Later, Tony says it’s Bret’s ankle. Razor sharp. 

Goldberg was not a great wrestler, and with Bret selling a broken ankle, it was hard to carry the big dude to a credible match. The story here is Bret’s insane pride and resilience, and it’s going well initially: the crowd rallying behind him as he tries to fight back against the onslaught from Goldberg. Goldberg does a good job of looking conflicted about wrestling a guy who’s less than 100 percent, which adds to the story. Goldberg finally starts working on the injured leg and then breaks the hold, hoping the ref will stop the match. Hey, this is actually not bad! 

Bret fights out of a corner and applies the sleeper, which leads to, merciful God in heaven above, a ref bump. The Outsiders and Sid Vicious run out to take out Goldberg. Nash hits the most spectacular move in his arsenal, the sidewalk slam. Goldberg is out and Bret covers him for the win. This sucked.

Grade: D

Signs in the Crowd: WCW = Where Chumps Wrestle; Everyone Hates Rey, Man (so Nineties); Ryan Gill is Gay (also very Nineties, in a bad way); IM SINGLE; Goldberg Kicks Ass; Big Sexy in the House NWO 4 Life; Hall = Ratings; Filthy Animals = Circle Jerk; Can’t Stand Me No Fruit Booties; Buff is the Stuff; WWW. Rantsylvania . Com (still active! It’s Scott Keith’s blog); WCW Monday Maestro (was there really a person who liked the Maestro enough to make a sign?); Joe B is a Candy Ass; I Pimp Pimps; Russo Where’s the Gambler? 

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Nicknames: Jazz, Jasmin, Rib, Ripple, etc. I’m p open to nicknames

Gender/Pronouns: Female, she/her. 

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Number of blogs you’re following: 2148

Number of followers: 799!

Average hours of sleep: a lil less than 8 hours on weekdays, not sure about weekends

Lucky number: don’t really have one

Instruments you play: I used to play piano, but i kinda,, gave up on it? and more Recently used to play flute, too, but thanks to my school not having an actual band program anymore, I haven’t done it much nowadays. I also own an ocarina and have played it a bit, but I’m not very good at it

What you’re currently wearing: Skinny jeans, a teal-green t-shirt, white hoodie, and blue & white socks

Dream job: ... I’ve been trying to think of what I want to do a bit more than usual lately (mostly bc i’m growing more Aware that i’m running out of time for this stuff), but I still have No Goddam Clue

Dream trip: I don’t know. I’m not much of a traveller

Birthday: August 22nd

Sun sign: Leo

Height: 5′6’’?

Current time: 7:25 as I post this

Favorite band(s): Can’t say I have one? i just kinda listen to Whatever

Favorite tumblr artist(s): geez, I really don’t know? there’s so many good artists on here....

Song(s) currently stuck in your head: Currently none, thank goodness. I’ve had a lot of shitty intros to kids TV shows I’ve never watched stuck recently, so I’m really glad there just. isn’t one stuck in my head rn.

Last movie you watched: I... don’t remember

Last show you watched: The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy

Last book you read: The third PMMM book

Last thing you googled: “popple the shadow thief”. I Need Refs, Dangit,

Why did you make your blog?

If I’m remembering correctly, it was to get Popular™, because I knew there were a lot of Very Popular ask blogs in a-fandom-i-won’t-mention-bc-i’m-embarrassed-about-it-but-this-blog-was originally-made-for. Now I know this is not only a Very Difficult goal, but one that Aint Worth It

What do you post?

Mostly fandom junk. Shitposts, art (mine or otherwise), the like. Occasionally I ramble about my personal life, too.

AO3: Don’t have one

Do you ever get asks?

Yeah, occasionally! my number of asks recieved has decreased exponentially since I blocked a certain anon who wouldn’t shut up, though

How did you get the idea for your url?

this was originally an RP blog for K64's Ribbon. She’s a fairy from Ripple Star, thus ripplestarfairy. It’s kinda become a Brand Name of mine since then, and yes I know there’s a Ribbon Twitter RP account of the same name I didn’t know it existed until it was too late

Top 3 fictional universes:

fffuuu...

I mean, definitely Kirby, but I don’t know what else to put here...

The victims people I’m tagging:

no one but Feel Free To Steal

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im going through my notes for all the characters in rising tides and im just

I need this creativity back

here read these they’re hilarious

Sun & Moon

Siblings – twins

Just moved from Kanto with their mom half way through the school year so January I guess b/c Canadian system lol

16

“sun acts like the sun and moon acts like the moon”

Moon:

Reserved 

Art kid

 Also loves archery tho

Tunes everyone out with music when they first move

A huge closet nerd

If she has to talk to people she’s really polite though??

Once she opens up she’s all memes

“one day she sees someone running stupidly and she just whispers quietly to no one ‘is that kid naruto running’ and someone hears and THE CATS OUTTA THE BAG”

“Hau just starts droppin really weird and obscure refs to shit and whenever moon reacts he knows”

Has a group of online friends that are basically some of the other protags from different regions all going to schools

Gremlin

Sarcastic

Into r/nosleep

Generally likes creepy shit n horror games n anime

ESPECIALLY HITORI KAKURENBO

She Wants to Believe

Space aesthetic

Sun:

Outgoing

Kinda athletic but basically a Dork

Becomes buddies with Hau like Right Away

And basically the rest of the gang

Drags Moon everywhere at first because “she needs to socialize”

Moon helps him with homework a lot

Really likes baking and cleaning??

Always outside regardless of weather

But also loves video games (shares this w/ Moon)

Started calling Gladion “Red Eyes Black Dragon” and it stuck

Gives everyone really cute nicknames

Does part-time jobs because he can

Gladion:

RED EYES BLACK DRAGON

Edgelord

17

Is honestly really smart??

Can generally be found in the library studying during lunch

Wears a barrette and glasses when studying/reading/doing anything productive really

Closet memester

Or at least he’s quiet about it

Hiding Null from the popo

Everyone’s Pokémon Loves Him

Ends up running off at one point and finds his dad

Gets a part time job maybe

Does everything he can to protect Lillie from Lusamine until it becomes too much

No one can really do anything for them since Lusamine is such a huge influence

She’s like the gross mom at PTA meetings

Sewing protégé

Likes tea more than coffee

Endless supply of poke beans

Is so used to anxiety attacks he just shrugs them off tbh

Strong Boi

Doting older brother

Was forced to take music lessons with Lillie, so he kind of knows how to play piano. However, he’s really good at singing and fucking hates this.

Vents his frustrations via punk rawk

Is in a lot of research-oriented classes (he wants to take aether from lusameanie after all)

DOES NOT HAVE A SWEARING BONE IN HIS BODY

He completely falters whenever Lillie swears (super rare) and has a mini heart attack

Will chastise people if they swear too much and tell them to go read a dictionary

Lillie:

Blessed sweetheart

Blue Eyes White Dragon

16

Absolutely Pure

Mom Friend (besides Mallow)

Diligent Student

Really loves Shiron b/c Shiron

Loves slice of life anime

Phone games

Lives on twitter tbh

Good at hiding her internet presence

Embraces girly things

I can see her being musically inclined

Ephemeral by Akira Kosemura sounds like music that sounds like her at first tbh

Yeah. She’s the Music Kid. It has been decided

Got Gladion into Love Live lbr here

Going for walks and exploring nature is one of her past times;; when she can

Hau:

SUNSHINE BOMB EX

16

Loves malasadas and cute things

Has an aesthetic blog

Cares more about graduating to take the trial challenge then to actually learn anything

Yolo

C r y p t I d s I g h t I n g s

Will gladly go shopping for clothes any day

Plays with everyone’s hair

Worries too much about everyone

Will bring ten lunches with him so that everyone is fed

The third mom dad friend

“Hi ___ I’m Dad”

Horrible puns

Him and Sun equal T r o u b l e

Ilima:

Shy bi and ready to cry

17

Is another art kid

But he’s more into sculpting than painting

Probably has a youtube account with 150k subscribers or smth

Vlogs for days

Really likes doing shit with editing programs, be it movies, music or art

Went to Kalos for a year and misses their cafes

Doesn’t necessarily hit on everyone, but he does love to flirt

Upstanding Gentleman

Appeals more to emotion than logic

Is super good at pairing people off

Always wins cards against humanity

Always has deeply invested conversations about aesthetic with Lillie and Hau

Jams out to Cascada unironically

Mallow:

Will put your best cookies to shame

17

Girls Are Cute

Life Goals or Wife Goals?

Always Chipper Until You Piss Her Off

Snide remarks up the wazoo

Probably knows how to play the chocobo theme on otamatone

Is actually a really picky eater

Loves grass types so much she has a garden for them to play and plant stuff in

Teasing people is her favourite pastime

The original mom friend

Goes running every morning

Knows some of the dances to love live songs and does them with Lillie

Kiawe:

Everyone loves him

I’m not even joking he’s the most popular person in school

And he’s such a sweetheart

17

MOST ATHLETIC

Knows ALL THE DANCE TYPES

Or most of them anyway

Refuses to put on a shirt until the school installs air conditioning

Morning bird since he lives on a farm

SECRETLY A HUGE NERD but only Sumo group knows this

Like, Huge

Knows Cruel Angel’s Thesis off by heart

Loves shoujo anime

Always excited to help people train their pokemon!!!

Always keeps up with current events

Really. Don’t read the newspaper just go to Kiawe and he’ll tell you the exact time and date something happened

Has sang I’m Gonna Be with Sun

Maybe almost accidentally set the school on fire while he was practicing his fire dancing

Lana:

Biggest Legend of Zelda fan in existence

Favourite temple is the water temple always

16

Swimming and fishing forever and always

Soft spoken but loves to cause trouble and sass shit up with Mallow

Does super intense nail art

Sophocles:

The smart kid that puts in no effort and fucks off all class and still gets straight As

15

Just let him make stuff its f i n e

Super into robotics

No one knows why he doesn’t just go to an acclaimed university to challenge himself

It might be the malasadas

Also his family

Spams the chats with pepe frog memes

Mina:

Art Hoe Aesthetic

17

Will stop, drop and roll at any point in the day if inspiration hits her

Lives off iced coffee tbh

Loves to paint landscapes

Loves indie video games

And shows with eccentric art styles (pmmm)

Once she gets in the zone ilima tends to leave her food and coffee because she tends to not move for like three or four hours

Takes Alolan legends v seriously

Respects a lot of important stuff even if it seems like she cares about her art more than anything

Has no music taste so she requests someone to play their music and gets inspiration from that

Acerola:

Spoopy child

16

Love creepy vocaloid music

BACTERIAL CONTAMINATION

And psychological/horror anime/games/shows/movies

Can talk animatedly about r/nosleep with moon for hours prolly

Cryptid sightings part two: electric boogaloo

Constantly calls Gladion a chuunibyou

Mimikyu follows her everywhere even though its not really her pokemon

Will sometimes be seen with a drifloon with arms tried around her wrist

[junker-town]

Chelsea-Ajax made absolutely no sense

Photo by James Williamson - AMA/Getty Images

The weirdest game of the Champions League this year featured own goals, center backs doing stepovers, and two red cards in two minutes.

Chelsea’s Champions League game against Ajax began as an ordinary football match, and ended as a gigantic flaming pile of extreme, unsafe nonsense. Let’s go point by point (U.K. video here).

0-1 — Abraham (og), 2’

The line between “unfortunate accident” and “total goalkeeping humiliation” is a thin one. Here, Kepa Arrizabalaga’s night got off to a dreadful start, but since Tammy Abraham managed to get a scintilla of a smidge of a shadow of a suggestion of a touch to the ball, it goes down as an own goal. Bad luck everybody. Just one of those things.

1-1 — Jorginho (p), 4’

Takes a lovely penalty, doesn’t he? Ambles up, rolls the ball into the space where the keeper definitely isn’t, ambles off. Inspirational or infuriating, depending on what colour shirt you’re wearing.

Just reward for a penalty that Ajax were so desperate to give away that they had two swipes at it, Nicolás Tagliafico finishing the job where Joël Veltman couldn’t get it done. Both were driven by a hatred of Christian Pulisic shared only by Frank Lampard. That joke would have worked a couple of weeks ago, but we’re not updating our material just because somebody can’t stick to their principles.

1-1 — Abraham, 14’ (goal disallowed)

Foreshadowing, thy name is Tammy.

1-2 — Promes, 20’

Thinking about it, it’s a bit weird that Chelsea are playing penalty box predator Cesar Azpilicueta in defence. No wonder he lost his man here.

1-3 — Arrizabalaga (og), 35’

This was probably the clearest warning sign that this match, already odd, was building up for something truly special.

There is, of course, something grotesquely and fundamentally unfair about such own goals. The posts, the crossbar: these are supposed to be neutral arbiters. Here to tell you what is and isn’t a goal, and nothing more. To see one of these notionally impartial auditors suddenly break ranks and hurl the ball into the keeper’s face, for no apparent reason beyond “Hey, this’ll be funny!”, is frankly shocking; like seeing Lady Justice peek out from under the blindfold, then slide a counterweight onto the pan of her scales.

But on the other hand, it was very funny. There is a purity to the emergent farce that emerges from live sport: when the very best in the world are undone by a sudden, unexpected clatter of perfectly-timed physics. In this case, it was compounded by Arrizabalaga’s brave and ultimately futile attempt to do the traditional post-own-goal face — “focus, it’s okay, I’m okay, we’ve got this” — while it was clear to all that his nose really, really, really hurt.

Photo by Catherine Ivill/Getty Images

KURT FLIPPIN’ ZOUMA, 46’

Let’s think about this. It seems fair to suggest that Kurt Zouma could have pulled this off. He’d already barged most of the length of the pitch and essayed a flurry of stepovers that surprised everybody, himself included. And he still had the ball. He just had to find the top corner, and we’d have had the greatest, stupidest, most delirious goal in the history of the game.

On the other, we’d have had to call it off — all of it, the whole sport — and go and do something else with our time. Get into crochet, or model railways, or cricket. No more footballing worlds left to conquer. Would it have been worth it?

Probably.

1-4 — van de Beek, 55’

Ajax’s only “normal” goal, this one; nice movement or poor defending, then a tidy finish or some weak goalkeeping. Delete according to preference. BORING.

2-4 — Azpilicueta, 63’

Ah, now. This is more like it. Freed from his defensive prison by parlous circumstances, Azpilicueta gets back to what he does best: lurking inside the opposition’s six-yard box. He is positively lethal from five inches.

You get a card, and you get a card

And this is the point at which the game comes fully unmoored from the ordinary passage of reality, and floats off into the upper atmosphere, where the air is thin, where stars glitter, and where dreams drift downwards from heaven.

Two red cards! Two. One moment you’re watching one game, the next you’re watching something entirely other. And all it took was a man in a yellow t-shirt waving some stiff paper around.

Were both decisions harsh? Well, maybe. Not a great tackle; definitely a handball. You can see why the referee made the calls he did; equally, you can see why Ajax’s players were so exercised by the whole thing. Hell of an advantage, ref.

3-4 — Jorginho (p), 71’

A delightful lesson here in how the presentation of a familiar object in radically different circumstances can transform the original object. At the beginning of the game, the Jorginho penalty was slick and admirable. Here, in the midst of this roiling six-goal two-red Kurt-Flippin-Zouma game, it’s an almost superhuman act of self-control. Ordinary humans would have fallen to the floor in gibbering panic before they even made it to the ball.

4-4 — James, 74’

The goal frame giveth, and the goal frame taketh away. Admittedly, Reece James’ right foot had more to do than Arrizabalaga’s head, but that’s a lovely little assist from the crossbar. Takes the keeper out of the game, then sets it up beautifully.

(And look who’s lurking in the six-yard box, just in case? That’s right. Azpilicueta. Always sniffing.)

4-4 — Azpilicueta, 78’ (goal disallowed)

Perhaps this is the only way that this game could end. For all the worries that VAR is inserting itself into the very moments that make football special, a cold shower all over the post-goal jouissance, it’s good to know that when things are properly chaotic, everybody just forgets about it.

There goes the goal machine: kissing the armband, sliding on his belly, leading his team in a charge to the corner flag. Does it even matter that the goal gets ruled out? It’s a Champions League group game, after all; two points here and there might not mean anything. Sure, they can take the goal away. But the happiness happens. It lingers, even when it’s gone. Perhaps you can enjoy it, even though you’re not supposed to.

[dansaalfurinn]

Stanza Mega Info Dump

(( I figured I would add this since people keep asking questions that are covered in the profile sections. That way they just have to search for this post if they can’t be bothered to navigate Tumblr and its annoying tab system haha.

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Biography

[NOTE: Stanza was an old character whose origins were cemented back in early 2007. She was originally intended as an extra character to assist Sportacus in his everyday activities, as well as being a catalyst for bringing Robbie out of his shell and involving him more in community activities, thus making him less alone.

Her character was then scrapped and work on the outfit for her was placed on indefinite hold.

It’s REVIVE TIME!]

Age: Unknown Height: 5 foot 4 Eye Colour: Light blue Hair Colour/Style: Light brown, ponytail Body Type: Athletic, wide hips Bust: 34 D Sexuality/Preferences: Generally straight, non-sexual with females Dress Style: Cream coloured sleeveless outer jacket with stripes and metal trimmings, white capped sleeve shirt with cream raglan style sleeves and stripes, clairvoyant crystal badge holding the jacket shut over the t-shirt with the number 10A on it, cream skirt with stripes, latte coloured legging shorts, cream and latte knee high boots with stripes, cream coloured elf hat with stripes. Personality: Cheerful, spunky, overly-curious, doesn’t take no for an answer, sometimes a little too pushy, considerate, hard-working. Backstory: Stanza comes from an island in the north sea much like Sportacus, however she was raised in a different area and was sent on assignment to find Sportacus when the elves deemed his job too difficult with Robbie’s meddling. She was tasked with being a companion to help the kids and residents of LazyTown become more active and lead healthier lives. She flies in an airship, but hers is a different design to Sportacus’ one. It is mostly cream on the outside to match her clothing style. On the inside it is decked out in a disco dance floor style with flashing tiles, glitterballs and lights. Ability: Dance Likes: Dancing, helping people, new things, being curious and trying new things, bright colours, a good beat Dislikes: Closed mindedness, lazy people, sexism, ignorance, bigotry.

Favourite colour: Blue

Favourite Sports Candy: Bananas

Stanza Headcanons

Speaks English, Icelandic and Elvish

Her name comes from her mixed skills - While she is all about dance, she mixes it with songwriting and poetry

Loves loves LOVES knitwear

Eating chillies makes her act drunk (But she loves them)

She eats a lot of garlic

Her ears are longer due to being female

Drools in her sleep

Sleeps on her front, slightly to one side, arms up

Separation anxiety when attached

Actually really loves dorky dancing and just has fun as much as possible

Knows all dance styles, including exotic dances which can get awkward since she doesn’t realise their significance

Fear of clowns

Sulks like heck when sad  (Super pitiful)

Will try anything once, even potentially sugar-crashy things (Feels the need to prove herself)

Abandonment issues

Allergic to grapefruit

Wears leggings under her skirt for modesty due to an unfortunate incident which she refers to as ‘unmentionable’

Cannot epathise with certain mindsets

Loves birds

Dislikes being alone

Can fit three bananas in her mouth side by side, but has no idea why people find it so funny

Tries to cheer up everyone, often forgetting her own needs

Is partial to 70’s disco music

Low self-esteem

Has a habit of getting riggwelted after eating too many bananas

Since this is a heavily mused on question, if she had an animal equivalent it would be a Dorset Horn ewe (Que the anthro fanart)

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Will

Stay in character at all times unless in PMs

Do NSFW as well as safe RP

Do multi-ships (Just because I’m doing one thread with one character doesn’t mean I won’t do one with yours too!)

RP in story format (T1)

Welcome any character’s interaction

Also help people with real life issues while stying in character (Please feel free to ask advice at any time! <3 )

Have fun, laugh and joke around with you

Reblog random stuff she finds fun or amusing

Share recipes

Won’t

Allow bullying

Go out of character (This includes pairings she wouldn’t agree with, etc) unless tagged so with #OOC and #Mun

RP any child abuse/pedo-centric/loli/rape plots

Encourage destructive behaviour

Disclose anything said privately

Hate on people for their opinons/tastes/headcanons/pairings

CAN I DRAW STANZA/RP AS HER

Don’t ask, just do!

The only stipulation being is that you don’t try to claim her as your own or derive from her something weird like that.

But yes, PLEASE DO DRAW HER. I can’t wait to see what you come up with. Any drawings I’ll link to below so others can see!

REFERENCE:

Me, basically! The perks of being Stanza.

Drawn ref:

https://missmeltycat.tumblr.com/post/172425035908

https://missmeltycat.tumblr.com/post/172161701368/dont-ask-about-the-badge-it-did-its-own-thing

https://dansaalfurinn.tumblr.com/post/172573503140/i-cant-find-any-ref-for-her-boots-to-draw-her

[it7s]

It was: Colder than Antarctica in Chicago today, the day I went to court for the second time, and the day I got a rejection letter from UN.

I’m in Akron, or more exactly slightly south of Akron, somewhere between Akron and Oar’s Rest. Oar’s Rest is where we were pulled off that freight train back in 2009. Here is what I remember about that: When the cops pulled us off, they told us that if we had run, they wouldn’t have chased us, which I’ve always thought was ridiculous because we were sleeping when they found us. The night before they found us, I had clumsy almost entirely clothed missionary sex with this dude I was seeing at the time on a 2-foot-wide strip of frigid steel, inches from the edge of a void in that self-same metal, beneath which the ground was rushing past at probably like 80 mph. At the time, I viewed this as a sort of accomplishment, and I guess I still do. The cops who went through my backpack at booking remarked on how many pairs of underwear I had1. The people in county jail got mad if you shit in the latrine, because it stank up the area with the bunks. I mostly slept through jail and tried not to shit and sang for anyone who asked me to. The police took us to the Oar’s Rest municipal courthouse in leg irons and orange jumpsuits and while waiting to be loaded into what could only be called a paddywagon, the dude and I kissed this perfect movie kiss2. Let me remind you, we were wearing leg irons.

Today it came to light that Judge L., who sentenced us back in 2009 - in retrospect, a crossroads in the course of my life3 - had retired or resigned and I saw a new Judge, A.Z., who wanted to talk about the Fibonacci sequence with me while I was sitting at the Defendant’s table feeling sort of vaingloriously like I was on Law & Order and also anxious crying.

AZ: So you came all the way from [home state] for us? Please tell me you have some family or something you’re visiting.

SNF: I went to the Rock N Roll hall of fame?

At this point, laughter. The Judge tells the prosecutor to suggest some entertainment for me before I leave, then opens the record and asks me why I’m seeking the expungement. I explain that I’m afraid it might affect my chances at getting into a Ph.D. program in physics, but this isn’t what he wants.

AZ: I’ll be a little more pointed - imagine that you’re applying to the Ph.D. program at [top school of choice] and there’s one spot left, and you’re competing against another young person who, lo and behold, shares your name and looks exactly like you, except that they don't have a criminal record. Who do you think gets the position?

SNF: Well, the one without the criminal record.

AZ: And why do you think that is?

SNF: (Admits nervousness, repeats the question, begins to tear up) Because they have an understanding of how society works, and respect for its conventions?

He asks me about my field of study. It’s [mathematically-oriented subfield of physics].

AZ: You’ll have to help me, what… what exactly does that deal with?

I say something about natural numbers, prime numbers, and density.

AZ: So if I asked you to calculate the Fibonacci sequence, out to what degree could you do that?

SNF: Right now, maybe like 3.

AZ: Because I’ve made you nervous, right? But you could explain to the prosecutor what the Fibonacci sequence is, right?

The prosecutor doesn't want to hear about the Fibonacci sequence. She turns to me and says: "That's above my pay grade."

At the end of the hearing I feel inexplicably as if I want to stay in the courtroom for the rest of the workday just to be near the Judge. I’ve been waddling around all day in every piece of winter gear I own because it is almost as cold as Antarctica here. The Judge pronounced me rehabilitated, and congratulated me, and the clerk congratulated me and shook my hand and suggested that I make extra copies of the expungement papers because you never know. I waddled out to my shiny black rented Nissan Versa with Illinois plates. Then I drove away from Oar’s Rest and scream-cried into the windshield. I can’t imagine why I would ever return to Oar’s Rest, Ohio in the future.

So I get back to the shitty motel I’m staying at between Akron and Oar’s Rest and watch Storage Wars for awhile4. In a fit of compulsion I check my inbox for grad admissions letters again and find that I’ve been contacted by J.R.5, graduate coordinator at the UN math department, with a short rejection letter containing a lame excuse about UN having received “an unusually high number of applications this year,” as if had they received one fewer, I would have been accepted. This is significant because I told someone a few days ago about a feeling that I wouldn’t be accepted there, which when pressed about why I had the feeling I said I didn’t know, but really it was because [name] and [name] are on the admissions committee, and I’m aware that they don’t think much of me.

You buy them in a 12 pack. ↩︎

Later that year, I was staying with his family in Dallas, and his mom called me into the room while she was folding laundry. Carmen thought I was cute and called me "Polaca" and had a freaking ponderous collection of baskets in her sitting room.

Carmen folds the sleeve on a t-shirt into the middle of the rectangle she's making.

"It seems like you're good for my son," she says. I laugh nervously.

"Yeah, it's gotta be his lips," she says and sort of sighs. "Those lips." ↩︎

Railroad criminal trespass was, at the time, considered a class 4 felony in the state of Ohio, punishable by up to 18 months in state prison. I believe it still is. Had Judge L. not reduced the conviction to a class 1 misdemeanor, I could have served that time, never worked that weird carnival job, never met J2, never moved to the desert, maybe never gone into STEM at all. ↩︎

Storage Wars is a reality TV show set entirely in Southern California’s inland empire, wherein upper-middle-class couples in dysfunctional marriages and leathery bachelors with wraparound sunglasses bid on abandoned storage units and try to sell the stuff inside them. ↩︎

Who was definitely banging or at least making out with M.M. for awhile. I know. I saw them together. Later I saw her wearing this pretty conspicuous gold crucifix and things got more tense, I stopped seeing them together, and I’m pretty sure she’s dating this graduate student who is, finally, better than me in every conceivable way. ↩︎

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It feels a little strange to create a shopping guide tied to the Women’s March—an organization that’s represented so much hope for so many feminists, and one that’s grown fraught with contention. The 2019 Women’s March, which will take place this Saturday, January 19, has become embroiled in controversy, as allegations of anti-Semitism have been leveled against the organization’s national leadership.

It’s a hard thing to grapple with; the Women’s March has served as a beacon of hope for so many—a way for us to gather together, to lift each other up and to collectively voice our dissent against the current administration. But now, many of us are left questioning the motives and beliefs of the people/organization we trusted. I’m definitely not an expert on this situation—very few of us are. But I do believe that, ultimately, the feminist movement itself can be (and has been) a force for good in our society—as long as we keep learning from our mistakes.

Controversy aside, many of the ideals and political agendas that lie at the center of the Women’s March can still evoke powerful feelings of hope, camaraderie and determination among members of society—especially those who identify as women. So in the spirit of celebrating women and those who stand by us, I’ve put together a list of 15 feminist items that I hope inspire you to keep fighting for change in our society.

Regardless of how you feel about buying stuff or performative activism, the truth is, this weekend is a reminder to celebrate womanhood in every shape, size and form. And we can do that by celebrating our bodies and our beliefs—and supporting women and minority artisans who are just trying to fill the world with more pro-woman stuff. (Worth noting: The items included in this list are sourced from woman-owned companies, independent creators or retailers that donate proceeds to progressive organizations.)

‘I Believe Her’ Crop Tank, $26 at The Outrage

This woman-owned apparel company donates profits from every single purchase to organizations like Black Lives Matter, Planned Parenthood and the ACLU.

‘Cinnamon Roles Not Gender Roles’ Feminist Enamel Pin, $13.04 on Etsy

A sentiment we can get behind. (And as you already know, Etsy is a great place to shop, because it lifts up artists and other independent creators.)

Stronger Together Throw Pillow, $29.99 at Society6

Not all women have vulvas, but all pillows definitely should. (Society6 is, of course, another great place to support independent artists and creators.)

Fight Like a Girl (Malala) Sweatshirt, $44.95 at Feminist Apparel

“We realize the importance of our voices only when we are silenced.” -Malala Yousafzai (Feminist Apparel boasts a similar model to Society6, but with an even greater emphasis on feminist messaging.)

The Supremes Sticker, $3.00 on Etsy

Wouldn’t mind hearing their rendition of “Stop! In the Name of Love.”

We Can Do It! Rosie Socks, $14 at Modcloth

We can’t pass up an opportunity to pay tribute to Rosie the Riveter. (Did you know Modcloth is a woman-owned company? Well, now you do!)

Leah Goren is a very cool independent woman artist, and this is a very cool lady pin.

IWD Postcards, $12 from ADAY

100 percent of proceeds from this postcard go to the Malala Fund to support education for young girls.

Feminist Embroidered Cap, $15.99 from Etsy

Let the world know what you’re about.

Steadfast Stance Graphic Sweatshirt, $24.99 at Modcloth

Shop sweatshirts that share your politics.

Body Positive Confident Feminist Print, $10.39-$17.44 on Etsy

Our mantra for 2019.

‘Votes for Black Women’ Key Tag, $15 at The Outrage

Profits from this key tag go toward Black Lives Matter.

Cats Against Cat Calls, $9.36-$19.65 on Etsy

Meow. (That’s “we agree” in cat.)

Fierce Female Graphic Tee, $24.99 at Modcloth

I’m gonna wear this shirt 24/7.

Support Your Sisters, Not Just Your Cis-ters Cross Stitch Embroidery Hoop, $25 on Etsy

Say it again for the people in the back.

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