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thelowlysatsuma · 4 years

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alright dipsticks, hear me out

taz balance au where everything is the same except that lucretia and barry have each others’ farspeech frequencies

it all starts about a year after lucretia voidfishes the plane. she’s poking around goldcliff, hoping to find some way to con some rich shit into paying for her gigantic moon base, when she runs — literally runs headfirst — into some bespectacled nerd in denim

barry, for his part, doesn’t know why this complete stranger is offering to buy him lunch as an apology for spilling his Fantasy Starbucks all over his oldass shirt, but he sure as shit isn’t complaining. especially when something, something about this kid feels so... familiar

in a spur of the moment decision, lucretia gives him her farspeech number. barry doesn’t think anything of it at the time

...anything, that is, until he’s rising, spectral and flickering, over his battered corpse, and he begins laughing hysterically, tears glimmering in long-gone eye sockets. he may not have lup back, but he’s got his little sister.

so they start texting. is barry furious at lucretia for what she’s done? sure, a bit. but he understands her logic, and his temper is soothed when she point-blank tells him that she’s going to help him find lup. they may be working against each other as far as the relics are concerned, but if lucretia can locate at least one more shred of her former family, then by god is she going to. barry understands, he thinks, and so they help keep each other a little less lonely over a long ten years

lucretia keeps barry updated on how the other birds are doing, as best she can. they rejoice together as magnus and julia take back raven’s roost, and when glamour springs is shadowed by a mass poisoning barry has to do everything up to physically restraining lucretia from beating the ass of whichever motherfucker did that to taako. wait, he tells her. physical pain is temporary. a lich, on the other hand, is in a prime position to make some douche’s life a living hell. lucretia grins and offers to fund his plots in any way she can.

barry, for his part, keeps lucretia up-to-date on the search for lup. they have matching little cork boards in their respective offices, each filled with maps and theories and half-baked what-ifs. they aren’t any closer to finding out what happened to her, but they will. they have to.

speaking of things happening, barry is the first one to find lucretia after wonderland. he hadn’t been able to reach her for a month, and so when he feels the enormous surge of pure magical despair explode outwards from the felicity wilds, he transports himself there as quickly as he can. he finds his baby sister at the centre of a mile-wide crater, twenty years older and countless sacrifices poorer, and he holds her as gently as he can without physical hands, and makes her promise to never deal with wonderland again. fuck, he’ll get the animus bell for her, he doesn’t care. he just can’t see lucretia in that state ever again. (never again, that’s what they told themselves, in a group huddle late one night the dawn of cycle 66. he’d failed her once. he couldn’t do it again.)

as she builds up the bureau, lucretia starts getting questions about her best friend on the stone. lucas asks her point blank who it is one day early in their acquaintance, and she answers “b- uh, b-j” “that tells me basically nothing. what does that even stand for?” lucas demands. “uh,” lucretia says, “🅱️amazing jrace”

thus begins a fine tradition of bureau employees trying to get any info they can on the mysterious “bj”, including his actual name. so far some of the top answers they’ve gotten from madame director include “bitchin jackass” “burger joint” “beetlejuice” and “banjo jimboree”. once, robbie asks her if he’s her secret lover, and lucretia has to summon a bucket before retching in disgust, which puts paid to that particular theory fairly succinctly

barry, for his part, adores these rumours. he keeps asking if lucretia will lift the lich barrier, just for a day, so he can come and stir up even more shit. lucretia, while admittedly very tempted, denies.

when he finds out that lucretia has been telling bureau employees that the red robes are evil, barry is understandably insulted. the next group of regulators that touch the ground are covered in fantasy cheez whiz for the duration of their mission.

lucretia gets him back by replacing all the denim in the jeans at his base with silly string. barry moves bases, and the prank war escalates

(no one has the courage to tell madame director that her hair has been turned rainbow at the last candlenights party. privately, lucretia thinks she looks bitchin)

every now and again, lucretia will text barry in a panic. these texts tend to look like this:

“barry.” “barold aid me” “barry I fucked shit up real good this time” “barry” “barry” “barry I was at the fantasy Olive Garden and the waiter said ‘enjoy your meal’ and I said ‘you too’ barry kill me n o w “

barry can and will mock lucretia mercilessly for this. he also insists for weekly video updates on fisher and junior.

he also has biweekly fantasy skype sessions with davenport

booyah: I saw a woman so beautiful I started crying???

bear-old: oh mood

booyah: and then I hired her and her son (who’s a little bitch) to work on my secret moon base and I think I’ve made a terrible mistake???????

bear-old: oh my fucking god this is why I don’t trust you to stop the apocalypse

when the thb start working as reclaimers, barry demands weekly updates on them, as well. it goes about as well as you’d expect

booyah: magnus ate the philosopher’s stone

bear-old: he fucking w h a t ?

booyah: he used the glutton’s fork, and he ATE the philosopher’s stone. taako and merle used stone skin and stone shape to get the damn thing out. happy fucking candlenights.

when barry finds out that taako’s DATING the fool who’s been chasing after him wile e coyote style for over a decade, he loses his s h i t. he and lucretia have a girls’ night where they bitch about taako and eat shitty chocolate to cope

bear-old: you HIRED a BABY???

booyah: he’s ten! that’s plenty old. and he’s certainly competent, seeing as he found my organization when even you couldn’t.

bear-old: creesh please. please do not Irreparably Fuck Up A Small Child

booyah: hey, at least I’m not the one who threw him off a moving train!

bear-old: I never threw anyone off a

bear-old: lucretia

bear-old: who

bear-old: who in your employ threw ANGUS MCDONALD, a LITERAL CHILD, off of a MOVING. VEHICLE?

booyah:

booyah: taako

bear-old: fucking fantasy CHRIST

(they have quite a few girls’ nights eating shitty chocolate and razzing on taako, actually)

team sweet flips goes to the director’s office one day to give a status report and find her red-eyed and coughing. she says she has allergies. the cute cat video barry just texted her on her stone, however, begs to differ

lucretia preps the boys for refuge, yes, but her mind is filled with texts and tomes and the letters “l u p” carved into a bureau wall. she passes countless sleepless nights with barry on the line, trying to decipher what it all means

but they emerge from the woven gulch unscathed, and that can only mean one thing: wonderland

she doesn’t tell barry where she’s sending them. she can’t let him interfere out of some misguided attempt to save her from the place. her texts grow few and far between

she doesn’t have to tell barry. he knows

the day they get sent out, as lucretia breaks down in her office, surrounded by a dizzying vastness that could envelop her very being if she would just let it, her stone buzzes.

four words: I’ll keep them safe

and then?

well, then it’s the end of the world

(but when lup emerges from her decade-long cage, phantasmal and resplendent, lucretia and barry share a look)

(and when the hunger is consuming the only home she knows and she’s flying out in one last attempt to face is, barry is on her stone)

(and when the dust settles and they’re finally, finally free, when the world hears a story and a song and former and current bureau employees alike learn just how important the mysterious “bj” really is, when lucretia looks at the wreckage of her life’s work and home and family — when all that happens, barry is the one to beckon to her with open arms.)

(they’ve been beside the other for a hundred and ten years, after all. that’s not gonna fucking change now.)

anyways yeah folks barry and lucretia texting au play with me in this space

@littlemisscritical @thatcoldfeeling and you know what? @herbgerblin what the hell

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iamwhelmed · 5 years

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Homesick: Chapter 3

This is where shit starts hitting the fan, ladies and gents... or at least starts the very clear, direct path leading right into the fan.

Summary: Raven finds herself carrying Beast Boy's child and struggles with the fear of losing him and the impending responsibility of being a mother; Starfire finds Robin in a precarious position with another woman. The two leave the tower to live on their own for awhile, just to figure things out. Beast Boy and Robin may be losing their minds, and Cyborg tries to keep everyone together.

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She couldn't eat certain foods anymore, maybe even smell them for that matter. There was a list of things Baby wanted far, far away from Raven's mouth, and that list seemed to get longer every day. By the second month, she'd knocked: shrimp, pickles, meatloaf, anything fried, anything dairy-related, and much to Starfire's disappointment, mustard. By the third month, she'd stuck to eating toast and bananas.

She wasn't showing much, but she certainly felt like her stomach had expanded well beyond its normal width, and Starfire said that she could feel the bump when she hugged her. She wasn't looking forward to waddling everywhere, but at least the morning sickness had begun to subside. Starfire, despite being depressed, borderline out of her mind, was still warm to be around, and when Starfire was near, Baby seemed a little less willing to make her life difficult.

Somewhere in the first month, she'd nabbed a job at a bookstore that doubled as a hipster coffee shop. It was easy work, simple, and it didn't require her to move very much, which was good because Baby had started to use her bladder as a trampoline when it found her exercise excessive. People recognized her, more often than she'd like, asked her why she'd taken up a job when Titans Tower was pretty much government-sanctioned. She'd bestow them with her best glare, a look Starfire had told her "had only grown in ferocity" in the first trimester. That was enough to scare virtually anybody dumb enough to ask, and when it didn't, she'd concede and say "Saving up."

Starfire, on the other hand, was a very ditzy waitress, but nevertheless she was Starfire, and when people weren't starstruck enough to deal with the poor service, they were smitten enough with her to ignore the mixed up order altogether. She'd gotten a better hang of it come the second month, and by the third she did a pretty standard job. She liked her coworkers, and she liked the view from the second-story restaurant, where she could watch the sunset over Jump City. She liked her customers and she liked her boss (the feeling was a little more than mutual on his end, she was not naive to the way he eyed her when he thought she wasn't looking). She liked living with Raven and being at peace.

But she missed her friends.

She missed Cyborg's uproarious "BOOYAH", the way he could go on for hours about his newest inventions, the meals he cooked for the team with such love she swore she could taste it, and it made every dish all the better. She missed Beast Boy, despite not understanding what had transpired between him and Raven. She missed his giggles when he'd pulled a prank, she missed his jokes and puns and the way Raven shot them down. She missed how he and Cyborg would argue incessantly every morning over meat or tofu, and how they'd stay up easily past midnight beating each other at video games.

But most of all, even though she was hurt, even though she felt like somebody had strangled her over and over, leaving her just on the brink of death each time when she thought of him, she missed Robin. She missed his smile, warm and comforting, a smile she swore he reserved for her, because she rarely saw it elsewhere. It was the smile he gave her when he broke open her chrysalis, when he'd told her that he didn't care about how she looked. She missed the way he made her feel, the gentle way he'd kiss her, the way he placed his hands at her jaw and dipped down to brush his lips against hers, as though asking for permission. From there he'd grow more determined, and she often found herself lying awake at night imagining the passion, remembering how he'd press his forehead to hers and smile, how she'd nuzzle him before he dipped back down and captured her lips once again.

But then she'd remember long, bare, silky legs wrapped around Robin's, the way his arms shuddered and pulled that stranger closer in the cold breeze, remembered how his nose buried itself in an unfamiliar woman's hair. Then she'd imagine his lips on someone else's, more desperate than the way he kissed her, imagine the way he'd probably gripped at her hips, the way she'd probably clawed at his back, the way he probably breathed in her ear, whispered that he… loved her.

Then Starfire, she didn't have the strength to muster up anger. She could only feel empty, like there was a weight in her head that wouldn't go away and a hollow hole in her chest that reached down into her stomach. She wasn't hungry much these days, which was probably better for their pockets and for Raven's nausea.

The pregnancy, aside from each other's company, seemed to be the one constant that kept the two of them going. There was a goal in sight, and it was taking care of that baby until it was matured enough to join the world of the living. It was a relief that it was the one thing going right most days. Raven seemed healthy. Aside from the bump, the two of them had to go shopping, as Raven's undergarments were not quite fitting as they should anymore. The growing fatigue worried her, but Raven assured her that it was typical of a woman far along as she was. Most days consisted of the two of them going to work, often on alternating schedules (the difference between a waitress's schedule and a bookstore clerk's schedule were stark), before returning home at varying periods of the evening to eat and pass out on their respective beds. It wasn't a bad life just an- uninteresting one.

Starfire curled up under her covers, remote in one hand and her sheets in the other, pulled up to her chin as she waited with heavy anticipation for the return of her new favorite sitcom: "Meet the Grobgooks". That was not a nice word on her home planet of Tamaran, not that the people of earth would know; it merely added to her level of amusement. The channel had cut to commercial break, and Starfire was learning to feel the absence of the tower's recording system. She moaned and turnt her head back so that it thudded against her bedpost. "These commercials are most infuriating! I wish to see this week's conclusion, please!"

"Star, the only way these people make money is by selling you products," Raven glanced over the edge of her novel at Starfire's pouting face "and placing as many commercials as possible between one show and the next is how they do it."

Starfire's pout became more pronounced, then she raised her blankets so the bottom half of her face was hidden from view, eyes leveling the television with a heat matched only by the sting of her starbolts.

The fourth commercial faded in, a small suburban home in a quaint little city, grass as green as envy, house as big as a small southern estate, picket fence as straight as a line. "A house isn't just a house." Raven snorted, and Starfire yawned. "It's teaching him how to mow the lawn." It cut to a father on a riding mower, son in his lap as they slowed eased around their massive yard. "It's making messes, and the memories that come with them." It cut to a mother, long hair tied into the sloppiest bun, helping her little girl roll dough as they laughed at the flour covering their chins. "When you live in Jump City Greens, you're home." It cut to the family laying in bed together on an early morning, maybe mid-afternoon, soaking up the warmth of the sun and each other. They snuggled up together as they turned through what appeared to be a family album, daughter curled into her father's chest, son climbing over his mother's curvy waist to get onto the bed between his parents. Starfire smiled to herself, wondering if she'd ever, perhaps, have something so human.

Then the lamp exploded.

Starfire yelped and stood up on her bed, fist raised, though she couldn't find a starbolt. "Raven-!"

"Sorry."

Raven clutched her book to her chest, eyes wide as the bits and pieces of the lamp floated between them, hovering amid her black aura. Starfire raised an eyebrow. "Um… did you… do that?"

"I- I guess so."

"Raven…" Starfire lowered her fists, but raised an outstretched hand to Raven's retreating form, watching as she subconsciously inched toward the edge of her bed. The lamp pieces drifted to lay on the nightstand, aura diffusing slowly. "You are" she paused, contemplating whether or not she was about to be insensitive, but one look at Raven's face told her that nothing she said could make things worse "...crying."

"What?" Raven gasped, reached frail fingers to brush at the bone of her cheek, tips pulling away wet with salt. Sure enough, she felt what must have been the dam of her control breaking, because her eyes flooded so quickly with such vehemence that she was momentarily frozen in place. Somewhere behind her, the motel's complimentary hair dryer raised on its own, combusting in midair above the sink, which was quaking down below by the pipes.

"Raven! What is the matter?"

"I- I don't know! I can't stop it!"

The medicine cabinet slammed open, and the faucet head sprung clean off the sink. Raven took quick, shallow breaths, raising a hand to grasp at her chest. She had to calm down. Starfire cautiously jumped down from her bed, coming forward to press her hands to Raven's cheeks. "There must be something I can do-!"

"H-How can you help me w-when I don't even know what's wrong?"

Once again, her powers must have knocked the shower curtain clean off of the wall, because there was a loud clamoring from behind the closed door. The TV began flickering on and off, switching to a new channel each time the screen came back alive. Stop. Stop it. You need to have more control than this! "Azarath… Metrion… Zinthos... " Starfire kneeled down in front of her. "Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos." Her pillow lifted itself to the ceiling, vibrating for a moment before it exploded, showering Raven and Starfire in old and worn feathers. Raven winced, squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. What could have possibly set her off like this? A villain with mind manipulation abilities? A drug dose hidden in the air with a complicated gas? "Azarath-!"

"Raven."

Strong arms pulled her into a tight hug, providing her body with an instantaneous warmth she hadn't known she was lacking. Her eyes bulged out of her head, snapping open as Starfire's natural snugness began to completely overtake her like a wall of crashing debris. Feathers dotted across their skin, brushed against their heads and floated on the gust of the air conditioner to the bed and motel floor. She shivered, and Starfire's hold tightened. Starfire rubbed her shoulder with one hand. "I am here for you. Please, do not hold back."

And so she didn't. Raven's eyes welled with a fresh wave, and part of her was disgusted because she thought the biggest crests had passed, and yet…

She shut her eyes again and buried her head into Starfire's shoulder, breathing in the familiar smell of the shampoo they'd mutually decided was cheapest. It flooded her senses, breathed new air into her lungs, forcing out the air she hadn't known was stale. Starfire reached up and ran her fingers through her hair, detangling her thin strands carefully, gently. Raven huffed and her chest trembled, breathing staggered as her tears ran through the crevices of her lips. Starfire shushed her, but otherwise said nothing. Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but somewhere along the way, the television had turned back on and stayed on the original channel. The Grobgooks once again lit up the screen with their varying character molds, and the sink had turned itself off. Raven took a few more deep breaths, repeating her mantra in her mind like it was the only string of sanity she could cling to, though Starfire's arms stayed locked around her. She breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth, slowly.

"Raven?"

"Yes?"

"Tell me, was it perhaps the emotionally-targeted commercial that has upset you?"

"What? No, Star, that's ridiculous…" She muttered as she pulled out of Starfire's hug, but was it? She frowned and met Starfire's eyes. "Or maybe not."

Starfire's brows furrowed, and she tilted her head as she struggled to understand. "Perhaps?"

"Maybe it was the commercial. Now that I think about it, this is right around the time my hormones would be giving me" she grimaced "problems."

"So this is merely-?"

"My dear, sweet, unborn child messing with my emotions?" Her face read noticeably annoyed, and her tone was debatably sardonic. "Probably the most likely rationalization for a hormonal outburst."

Starfire took a seat next to her on the bed, folding her hands in her lap, giving Raven space; she was thankful for that. As it was, she was fighting the heat rising through her body with every fiber of will she had left, but she'd have time to wallow in shame later for her earlier display. "How are we to combat these hormonal outbursts?"

Raven sighed, and shifted so that her hands could run up and along her arms. She felt naked without her cloak, but the earlier intention had been to sleep. "I'm not sure there's anything that can be done" short of seeing a psychiatrist…

Starfire nodded, and the two fell into once again companionable silence.

Barbara nearly choked on the milk that came squirting out of her nose, and for a few moments after, she was left hacking. Robin raised an eyebrow, as if to ask what exactly she thought was so funny, but the small smile on his face betrayed him. She tried to smile back at him, but struggled with one hand raised to her now-leaking nostrils. After all, it was the first time she'd seen him smile in weeks. "I'm sorry, and he licked her face?"

"Well, it wasn't actually Beast Boy."

"But Raven still got licked in the face by a green shapeshifting dog?"

Robin chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

She lost herself laughing again. She was yet to meet Raven, but she had the distinct feeling, given everything Robin had told her in her stay at Titans Tower, that she wasn't a woman particularly welcome to such odd displays of affection. Robin laughed through his nose, taking a sip of his water bottle. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead with the towel slung around his shoulders, and she couldn't help but feel the whole scenario was a little deja vu. A memory, something that had long since passed. Robin seemed to pick up on her thought process, the way he always did, and gave her another smile. She wasn't sure which one of them felt more healed at that.

"So," they both jumped as Cyborg sat down at the end of the table, between the two of them. "How do y'all know each other again?"

"Uh-"

"We were-"

They both looked at each other, Robin tugging at the collar of his uniform, Barbara hiding her face behind her glass of milk. They both glanced away, unsure of how to answer. Cyborg raised an eyebrow, but seemed to take the hint. "Oookay." He dug into his sausage and eggs, glancing to Robin, who had taken to staring stubbornly at the (currently off) television, to Barbara, who had decided to look busy by messing with the milk in her glass and the way it slushed from side to side. A light bulb lit up in his head, and maybe a light came on near one of his circuits, but he kept the thought to himself.

The door to the common room slid open, and from the other side, Beast Boy padded across the threshold. Cyborg nearly dropped his fork, and Barbara had to keep yet another splash of milk from escaping through her nostrils with two fingers to her bridge. Robin's eyes widened behind his mask, and he had to clear his throat before he spoke. "B-Beast Boy!"

Pale green eyes turned on Robin, hiding part way between heavy lids and dark circles. He seemed to take a moment to process that anyone had said anything, but he grunted and carried himself over to the fridge "'Sup."

Cyborg managed to swallow the bite he'd taken of his eggs. "Uh, BB? How ya holdin' up?"

Beast Boy closed the fridge after finding nothing worth eating, instead opting to scrounge through their cabinets. "I'm fine." He laid a hand on what he was looking for, pulling out Raven's teapot. He pulled back and set it on the counter, moving to the other cabinets to find teabags. Robin turned around to watch Beast Boy cross the kitchen, raising an eyebrow as he began boiling water.

"Beast Boy, are you sure? You haven't been out of your room in… months."

"I've gotta agree with Robin, man. You ain't been acting yourself."

"I'm fine." Beast Boy said it with more finality this time, but there was no aggression there, just defeat, as if he were trying to convince himself and not them. "I'm just" he stood still over the teapot, as if contemplating, fighting himself, then reached into another cabinet for a mug. "I'm just getting on with it, like we're s'posed t' do."

Barbara bit her lip, mentally nudging away the temptation to say You can't move on until you've dealt with it, but it was not her place. These were not her people; they were Robin's, and he knew better than her how to handle them.

Robin frowned, eyes narrowing at nothing as he lost himself in thought. Cyborg raised an eyebrow. "Want me to check on their locations? Make sure they're still safe?"

"That's not gonna help." That's not bringing them back. They all thought it, but they collectively decided it was best to let those words die in the air.

Cyborg sighed, went back to eating his breakfast. Robin's eyes grew more alert again, like he'd snapped back to reality. "Whatcha' making there, Beast Boy?"

He didn't answer at first, too preoccupied setting up his mug and filling it to the brim with hot brown liquid, watching the steam flitter through the air as he blew on it. He clenched its handle with three finger and cradled it protectively with his other. He turned around to face the rest of the room, but kept his eyes on his cup and his gaze far, far away. "Herbal tea."

He took one swing at the boxing bag, hard enough to make it swing, hard enough to get him started. Robin swung his other fist next, then another. The boxing bag flew in every direction he hit, inertia swinging it to and fro as he wailed relentlessly on it. It was relaxing; it was what he always did when he was under stress.

And boy had stress loaded onto him like a tow truck.

He hit it again, but found himself unsatisfied with the small smacking sound he got in return. She grinded his teeth and geared his fist up to hit at it again, harder this time. It swung further left, but the sound still wasn't enough for him. He had to hit harder, had to push further. He began swinging recklessly, resting his fists only to incorporate his legs into the routine by kicking the bag nearly off the ceiling. The chain creaked against the pressure, but didn't give in. He gave it an uppercut, then a roundhouse kick, then a flurry of other inconsistent punches. He grunted as the bag swung forward with such speed that it hurdled back at him so fast he could hardly stop it. His heels slid, and taking the punching bag in his arms was like getting sucker-punched right in the stomach; he coughed at the sudden impact, but pushed it away nonetheless. When it came back around, he socked it again, hard enough that he swore he felt something snap, but he couldn't stop- he couldn't.

Maybe he already had.

The bag came back at him full swing, and he made a move to grab it, but didn't try to slow it down. It socked him again, hard enough that he barked, but he took the pain as it was granted to him.

He'd searched the tower for clues, scoured the whole place for any explanation he could get- another note, a ransom from an enemy, signs of a struggle, but all he came back with was the single note Raven left him and two empty rooms, once full of life and character, now dead like a museum's exhibit.

Starfire and Raven were not history.

He hung limply against the punching bag, taking steady breaths as he swayed with its weight. There had to be something he was missing, something that would clue him in as to why Starfire- why both of them- left the titans (left him), but they'd been thorough, thorough enough to hide from him. He grinded his teeth and let one weak fist pound against the bag, then hang flaccidly at his side. What kind of leader was he if he couldn't even help his teammates?

The door to the gym slid open, but he didn't even need to look up to see who it was.

"Dick…"

"I told you, Babs, it's Robin."

"Right, Robin. Sorry."

He had a feeling she was batting her big baby blues at him, and that feeling killed him. Just like it always had, just like it always would. He straightened himself out and took to removing his boxing gloves. "What's up?"

Barbara was silent for a few moments, aside from the sound of her feet shifting from side to side. Anxious? Guilty? He wasn't sure. "I just wanted to get our stories straight next time Cyborg asked us."

"Asked us what?"

"You-" she paused, and he could hear the disbelief in her tone before she sighed. "When he asked us how we knew each other?"

"We'll tell him the truth."

"Well that's the thing, Di- Robin." He turned around and found that she was closer than he thought she'd be, not close enough to deny him personal space, but close enough that he felt utterly naked in front of her, the way he used to feel around her when he was a little kid, when they were growing up together as sidekicks, as members of the bat family. He'd almost missed that helpless feeling, but he found that lately he'd been feeling a little too helpless in all the wrong ways. He mentally shook his mind like an etch-a-sketch, choosing to focus on what was happening right in front of him. Barbara gave him a small smile, but it was awkward, forced, not natural the way it had been since she'd dropped in on him unexpectedly in the middle of the night. "I need to know" she winced "what exactly the truth" she shrugged "is?"

He gave her the Bat look, not the glare that froze you to the floor by your ankles, but the scrutinizing one, the one that silently asked all the questions he didn't want to ask aloud.

She recognized this look, apparently, because she wrapped her arms around herself and looked everywhere but him. "I guess I just, ya know? Do we tell him we're siblings? Old partners?" She trailed off, nibbling on her full bottom lip as she gained the courage to meet his eyes. "Exes?"

He choked on nothing, eyes practically popping out of his head and his entire body tensed up at the mention of… that. The thing they hadn't talked about since she got here. Their past not as comrades, but as something more. The phrase echoed in his mind with an unfortunate dull ring, and he only barely swallowed the saliva building up against the dam that was his mouth before he began to speak. "Oh! Uh, heh, um… all of the above?"

Barbara crossed her arms and scowled at him.

"Look," he shook himself out of his stupid stupor, reminding himself that he wasn't the same boy he was in Gotham, that Jump City had been his home for years, that he was a leader now, and he had to act like it. "The past doesn't matter. What matters is that you're here, that we're" not like that anymore.

He too trailed off, but he could see the unspoken words registering behind those big marbles of blue, as bright as the ocean. He worried for a moment that was the wrong thing to say, that tears would start brimming in those eyes and he'd have to awkwardly find a way to fix what he'd just done, not that there would be any way to fix it. But Barbara just gave him a small smile, set her hands at her hips and watched him with a cocky kinda stare. "You didn't think I was…?"

His eyes bulged out of his head again. "No! Oh god, no! O-of course I didn't-! I- I told you about me and-!"

Barbara raised her hand, shaking her head at him like he'd completely missed the joke.

Which he might have…

If the joke was him…

Evenings at Titans Tower usually went down like this: Dinner, movies, dispersal for solo activity (video games in Beast Boy's case, repairs or time to create in Cyborg's, and training in Robin's), and then an acceptable bedtime. Usually took from five to nine. It was the normalcy they all clung to with their girls missing, and a night never really ended without a common eclipse of nostalgia and longing. But nights in the tower were usually pretty normal, the one time of the day where they could pretend two empty rooms were still inhabited, where for just a few hours, their world returned to normal.

Until the intruder alert started going off right in the middle of the movie.

"Titans! Go!"

He'd wanted Barbara to stay back, but she'd taken one scoffing look at him and stolen one of his masks to wear- just in case. The threat had appeared at the front door and had yet to move, but there were a million and one things that could have meant. Higher ground. Surprise. A distraction. The possibilities ran through his mind, thousands a second, as the four of them stormed down to the entrance. They raced out of the elevator with the anticipation of battle boiling under their skin. It'd been awhile since they'd had a fight to get them all out of the tower, this would be a welcome surprise.

Beast Boy shifted into a tiger, Cyborg readied his canon, and Robin stuck three batarangs between his fingers. Barbara was on the defensive, stuck behind them and prepared to throw her fists at anything that came her way.

The intruder stood at the front door, unmoving, as though they'd been waiting for the titans to collect before them- and they had been.

"Hey."

Beast Boy shifted back into himself, Cyborg's canon died before it could be used, and Robin's batarang-ready hand fell to his side. Before them, leaning against one of the walls of the entrance room, was Terra. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and gave them a half-hearted wave. "It's been awhile."

#Teen Titans #Starfire #Robin #Raven #Beast Boy #Cyborg #Barbara Gordon #Terra #Robstar #BBrae

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Justice League Thoughts

There will be spoilers. You have been warned.

I watched Justice League last night, and while I enjoyed it, I could see some glaring flaws, and I know why it faces heavy criticism.

The movie was slow to start. It took a long time to get everyone in the same place. However, there were lots of action sequences, so it was never very boring. The banter between characters and the one-liners didn’t really bother me until the ending, when I feel the movie could have done better by letting everyone stand back and silent enjoy the sweet scent of victory. The cinematography was beautiful. Like Zack Snyder’s other movies, each shot could be a comic panel. The movie aesthetic was usually dark and gloomy, but it makes the well-lit scenes (Wonder Woman’s rescue of hostages, Superman and Lois on the farm, the ending scene with peace and hope and light restored) all the more precious. However, the CGI fails in some places, especially Henry Cavill’s mouth. Having watched Transformers, the motherboxes made me giggle. Three Allsparks! The Apokolips Invasion also lacks the original Kirby aesthetic, which is a huge disappointment.

I must say, I absolutely hate the idea of adapting the Justice League movie from Geoff Johns’ N52 Justice League origin. Disregarding the fact that Justice League: War, a faithful adaptation of the storyline, gave everyone boring, one-note personalities and changed the team make-up, something as big as the 4th world should not be part of an origin story. The Justice League is young, inexperienced, untried. They have not yet learned to work alongside each other, much less formed the strong friendships that would later guide them as a team. Darkseid and his armies are the greatest villains in the DCU. They are the very incarnation of evil. They are a force of destruction and decay to be slowed but never stopped. And yet the viewer is asked to believe that a fledgling team of misfits can defeat the greatest evil the world will ever know. Either the Justice League fails miserably, or Darkseid must be weakened to allow the Justice League to defeat him. And then? Defeating the greatest villain the universe has as the origin story means that any sequels will an inevitable letdown. What could feasibly threaten a team that has already defeated the incarnation of all evil? In terms of narrative escalation, this just isn’t done. I would prefer having Starro, Dinosaur Island, or White Martians as the enemies for the origin story. Threatening enough to destroy the world, yet still on the same level as a just-formed Justice League.

I generally liked the cast. I thought they had great chemistry. I loved the friendship between them, especially for the big three of Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman. A little bit on the individual characters:

Wonder Woman: I absolutely loved her. She and Cyborg were among my favorite parts of the team. She is an older and wiser hero, but still idealistic, still loving. She helps Cyborg deal with his pain and serves as Batman’s voice of reason. She and Batman are very close friends, but never romantic (in fact she’s still longing for Steve). The same can be said for Superman. She helps him remember who he is, but it’s Lois who really calms him down. Overall, Batman might have recruited the team, but Wonder Woman is the glue that holds them together. Gal Gadot is a little flat on the sadder scenes, but she’s absolutely fierce during the action scenes and I like that.

Cyborg: Cyborg was perfect. His personality and character arc were very well-done and very comic faithful. He even gives a “booyah.” Sadly he’s interacting with Flash and the Justice League and not Beast Boy and the Teen Titans, but you can’t have everything. His jagged metal shard look is also something I dislike. I would have liked something more robotic instead of Michael Bay Transformers, down to his crotch.However, the action scenes were enough to distract me from Cyborg’s less satisfactory look. He also made the Apokolips invasion plot seem less bad, because Cyborg is a very plot-relevant character. The actor was absolutely perfect, going through Cyborg’s fear and pain and later fascination with his abilities.

Aquaman: OUTRAGEOUS. I think Jason Momoa’s portrayal was okay. The American accent was jarring, since he was very much not in America when he started speaking English. Sadly he was the least developed of the League. It took a lasso around the leg to make him confess his thoughts.

Superman: Now that Cavill isn’t brooding or angry all the time, I can actually see his heavy resemblance to the Curt Swan/Kurt Schaffenberger Superman from the Silver Age comics. Now, I am no fan of Pre-Crisis Superman, but I very much love the art from the comic greats Schaffenberger and Swan. Cavill looked every bit as Superman should be: smiling, brave, hopeful. I loved his appearance during the final fight, when he acted as the beacon of hope. Also great his his resurrection. Diana might have restored his memories by addressing him as Kal-El, but it’s Lois appealing to him as Clark that brings him back to himself.

Batman: Ben Affleck’s Batman is pretty okay. It’s even refreshing to see a Batman who isn’t perfect, who doesn’t have a plan for everything. He makes mistakes and he’s fallible. But he also tries to be friendly with his teammates, cracking dry jokes to Flash and Aquaman and allowing himself to be vulnerable around Wonder Woman. Affleck did great at portraying an older, tired Batman. Besides, he gets the team together. What more can you ask of him?

Flash: Sorry, Ezra Miller fans, but I absolutely hate every single thing about his Flash. To start with, he’s not Barry Allen. He’s a student, not an actual chemist. He’s younger than most of the cast. He’s energetic, naive, and neurotic instead of calm, careful, and meticulous. Barry Allen might be awkward, but he’s also no slob. He’s fascinated by his speed powers, not so scared he only knows how to push people. Barry admires his fellow heroes, but he doesn’t worship them like a fanboy. Movie Barry acts more like DCAU Wally. He’s the general perception of what a Flash should be, with the name of “Barry Allen” slapped on. The Flash costume is also bad, as it’s a version of his over-complicated DCYou costume that looks like someone ripped off patches of his skin. Even more ridiculous is his speed effect. The Flash’s gig is running, yet the movie rarely shows him actually running, not even using the TV show’s much more comic-faithful streaking effect. Instead, he just teleports everywhere in a crackle of thunder. When he does get close up shots at him running...he barely knows how to run. Ezra Miller gives him an over-dramatic flopping stance that’s cringe-worthy to look at. However, I guess that matches the nervous, nerdy boy he’s characterized as. The biggest problem is that the Flash does not seem to be in the same movie as the rest of the team. He’s funny and quirky, but ultimately he’s more like an inserted audience member or a commentary track. He’s there to comment hilariously on himself and the situations the team gets in, and squee over the other heroes. His attitude during fight scenes is also jarring. Everyone else is ready to go, and yet the Flash is a ball of nerves constantly complaining over his phobia or his health. (the only thing missing is a “I want my mommy” line, which I’m sure we’ll see enough of in a Flashpoint movie) As a result, he destroys the heroic, hot-blooded mood of every scene he appears in. I would say he’s definitely the weak link in this movie.

Dealing with loss and grief and regaining hope is a big part of the movie, and I do like this overarching theme. However, the build-up to Superman’s big world-saving return and suddenly improved relationship with the Justice League falls a little short. However, I don’t mind this. It’s actually the previous Snyder films that caused problems with this one.

IT IS ABSOLUTELY ZACK SNYDER’S FAULT THAT THE DCEU BECAME A DARK, DEPRESSING MESS.

Zack Snyder made a dark and depressing Superman film, truly an achievement in failure. He gaffed with Batman and Superman’s first meeting in the DCEU, making the hole deeper. And if the news is right, his Justice League would have been more of the same fare. The movie we got is far from perfect, but I enjoyed it, and I don’t know if I’d say the same thing about the Snyder cut.

#dceu #justice league

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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 009 [LordXplosionMurder]

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〈“It never goes the way that you planned. Success is a door that always slams. I’m trying to break it.” The Score, “Miracle”〉

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I rubbed my eyes, trying to keep myself awake. The last of the students were leaving the school after the exam, but Toshi made me wait for him while the staff held a meeting. Rin had offered to wait with me, but I told him I was fine. A part of me hoped he got accepted into the school, he was a good kid. The same for Fumi and Shadow. And what about Toshi’s successor? What was his name again? Mido something, I think.

More importantly, would I get accepted?

I tilted my head back, watching fluffy clouds slowly floating across the azure sky. I managed to take down that stupid ass robot but I nearly lost control again in the process. What if I had killed a student this time? The thought made me shudder. Guess I still have a long way to go.

“Young Jen,”

I glanced over, meeting Toshi’s blue eyes. Aizawa was standing next to him, glaring at me. I cleared my throat and stood up, deciding to keep my distance. “So~ how was the meeting?”

The scarf around Aizawa’s neck shot out at me like fucking homing missiles, wrapping tight around my body. I did not enjoy having my arms pinned to my side like this, but I honestly don’t even have the energy to try and fight back. Not like I could escape this stupid fucking indestructible piece of cloth. It lifted me off the ground and pulled me close, just inches away from him.

“I told you not to use that move!”

I looked away. “Where’s that cat at? Did you return it to the kid you stole it from? Shame, I wanted to -”

The scarf suddenly disappeared from my body and I fell hard to the ground. “Stop playing around, Jen.”

“What’s the big deal?” I muttered, rubbing my sore ass. “It worked out in the end, didn’t it?”

“You lost control,” he stated simply, cutting me off before I could reply. “Don’t try and tell me you didn’t! What would you have done if you had killed someone else?”

I flinched, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of his harsh tone or the words he spoke. I scowled, pulling myself to my feet. “As if I haven’t thought about that! I got it, I fucked up again. Fuck,” I started toward the gate, shoving my hands angrily into my pockets.

If I hadn’t felt such a strong need to prove myself, I wouldn’t have lost control. God, what is wrong with me?

A warm hand rested on my head. “What’s done is done. Learn from this experience, young Jen.”

I sighed deeply, unconsciously leaning toward the warmth that he offered. “I’m sorry, Tosh. That was pretty stupid of me…”

He ruffled my hair before removing his hand. “You’re quite strong, which is all the more reason not to push yourself so hard. The two of you have that in common, but at least you didn’t break any bones…”

I raised a brow in question but he just shook his head and smiled.

“Let’s go get some tacos,”

“Fuck yes!”

それ以上に上昇 ☆ One Week Later

I sat on the couch, eyes focused on the racing game I was playing. It was an online lobby and I had been duking it out with this same guy for the past three hours. He’d lose the race then demand a re-match via the in-game texting feature. I’d lose and then do the same. Neither of us could get two wins in a row and we refused to give up until one of us did. Toshi had left early this morning, just as he had been for the past week. I haven’t talked with Aizawa, either… I bet he’s still pissed off at me.

“Shit!” I zoned out and crashed at the finish line. That makes two wins for him. Damn, he left the fucking lobby before I could challenge him again. Fucks sake.

I glanced at the clock; it was just after eleven so the mail should have been delivered already. The door creaked as I pulled it open, lifting the lid of the rusted mailbox that had been nailed to the wall beside the door. Let’s see… light bill, phone bill, pyramid scheme, coupons, more coupons. Oh fuck those are taco coupons, I’ll just keep those. Wait, what’s this? It had my name on it and felt like… a metal drink coaster? Curious, I headed back inside and plopped down onto the couch.

It’s from U.A…. shit, are these my results? I broke the wax seal on the back of the envelope and pulled out a metal disc, nearly dropping it when it sprung to life, producing a square hologram like a TV screen. Damn, technology is pretty advanced in this world.

Toshi’s grinning face greeted me. “Booyah! I am here… as a projection! Young Jen, you have passed the written exam with eighty-five out of one hundred, congratulations! However, you only earned fifteen combat points in the practical exam.”

“Goddamn it,” I cursed, kicking the table. It screeched backward as it scraped the wooden floor.

“Fortunately, there were other factors! But before we get to that, let’s watch a video!” The camera panned to a wall-mounted TV behind him. The video started to play, showing the monstrous zero-point robot destroying the mock city.

Why is he showing me this shit? I was fucking there, I know what it looked like and the damage it caused. I kicked the table harder and it slid toward the wall. Seconds later, there was a banging on the floor from the batty old woman that lived in the apartment below ours. “Che,”

The video panned toward the treads of the robot, where a giant pile of rubble had fallen from the building it was smashing its way through. My eyes widened as a large piece of rubble was throw off the top of the pile. Wait… that’s Rin! His upper body was covered in green scales and he looked unharmed, but when he tried to climb out of the pile, he couldn’t un-wedge his leg. The camera pulled back to show the robot quickly approaching. He was gonna be crushed…

And then a blur passed by the screen. It was… me?

“You see, young Jen, the practical exam was not graded on combat alone! How could a hero course not recognize someone who is committed to saving others no matter the consequences to herself? After all, that is what makes a hero! And that is what my alma mater is all about – training those that would risk their lives for the greater good. So, we have rescue points! A panel of judges watches and they reward points for heroic acts beyond just fighting villains. Jen Winchester, fifty-five rescue points!”

The scoreboard flashed on the screen, with my name in fourth place with seventy points total. My eyes widened and I nearly dropped the disk. I didn’t even… why is he looking at me with so much pride?

“Your hard work has paid off, young Jen! I am so proud of you! You have come a long way since -”

I heard someone whispering loudly off camera as they waved their hand impatiently. “Yes, yes, I will wrap it up! Now, I know what you’re thinking.” He clicked the remote in his hand and a second video showed on the screen, showing my body as it fell from the sky. A flash of green followed by a cloud of dust. “Hiryuu Rin, forty-five rescue points! He passed the exam, as well! Welcome, Jen.” He held his arms out on either side of him, a proud look on his face as he smiled brightly. “You’re now part of the hero academia!”

I let my hand fall as the hologram disappeared, a shaky breath leaving my lips. I kinda feel… like a total fucking fraud. I didn’t even know Rin was there. I wasn’t trying to save him, I just wanted to test my damn power. But he saved me without hesitation. “Goddamn it…”

My phone dinged. It was a notification from the gaming system app I have installed on my phone. I had a new friend request from LordXplosionMurder. Attached to the request was a simple message, ‘Loser’.

My eye twitched in annoyance and I accepted so I could message his ass back, ‘The fuck are u callin a loser?! With that name, u must be a fuckin 5 yo. Explosion is spelled wrong too, u tryin to be edgy?’

He responded quickly, ‘BITCH UR NAME IS TACOQUEEN R U 3?! THERE WAS A 19 CHARACTER LIMIT FUCK U’

‘AND? WHATS UR FUCKIN POINT’

‘UR NAME IS STUPID!!’

“Argh!” I ran a hand through my hair in frustration, sliding off the couch and flopping onto the floor with a thud. There was a knock right by my face and I scowled, bringing my fist down onto the floor. My phone buzzed again, this time baring a message from Toshi.

✉ ‘Congratulations! I am so proud of you, Jen :)’

I frowned. Why the fuck did I feel so guilty about this shit? Rin deserves those points a hell of a lot more than I do. I wonder if I should ask Toshi if I could give them to him instead, but… I can’t bring myself to send that message.

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Friday, January 11, 2019

post #368

main points:

- chilling in bed on tinder, CMB and hinge

- dunkin donuts and the egg sandwich thing for brunch

- type yesterday’s blog post

- officially register for smash tourney

- do some trip planning with jwoos

- practice falcon in training mode

- long shower

- smash tourney for the rest of the night!

writing this on saturday january 12

today i:

- woke up at 10:30am ish. then snoozed until like 11am. then i was browsing on my phone and got sucked into tinder/CMB/hinge. i was mostly updating my hinge profile and sent out a message to two potential girls that were cool that are probably out of my league but oh well. shoot your shot right

- i got out of bed around 12:15pm and then went downstairs to eat dunkin donuts. sheena had to get her blood test taken again so dad took her there and got dunkin on the way back. i ate a raspberry filled donut and chocolate icing with sprinkles. then i made two more egg + spinach + cheese + ham on whole wheat toast and watched S2E4 of scrubs

- went back upstairs and typed up yesterday’s blog post in detail about the dermatologist appointment even though it was so short

also officially registered for the tourney! hoorah

- jwoos and i did some trip planning from 3:30-4pm. super short and just over text cause he couldn’t call in a cafe/didn’t want to be obnoxious. we just shifted everything by two weeks and everything else was the same LOL. and we saved money. booyah

- i practiced falcon in training mode doing short hop rising nairs, short hop falling nairs, bairs, bairs out of shield, nairs out of shield, and some other stuff. then i played a few games against the falcon on CPU. just to try to get warmed up i was expecting to get bodied at the tournament so i just wanted to at least be ready

- around 5pm i took a long shower, then left home around 5:40pm. dad had come back with the car by then

- i drove 20 minutes over to the venue and parked in an open parking lot across and then walked in. i checked in at registration and people were already playing doubles/friendlies. doubles started around 6pm (i got there around 6:15pm). i checked in and asked the guy to explain to me what the rules are of a set, with stage selection and character selection. then i kind of just walked around looking at people play

it was kind of socially awkward cause i was there by myself. but i read online that you can just ask people if they want to play friendlies. so i asked one guy who was just hanging out if he wanted to play and he was like sure. but he seemed kind of uninterested/annoyed i approached him. so we hopped on a set up but then the controller inputs didn’t seem to be working for some reason... so he was like “if we find another setup i’ll hit you up”. sooo rip. but then i found another kid playing by himself on a setup and was like “hey you mind if i join you?” and he was like “yeah sure”

so i played a bunch of friendlies with him. his name was james and he was like 16 years old :o he played a bunch of smash 4 before and was trying out smash ultimate. his dash dancing game was pretty good, i got baited a lot. he said he mained roy and wario i think. after like 8-10 games we stopped and i just went back to walking around the venue spectating. he taught me an infinite ledge trap with king k roll’s suction cannon which was interesting. and it only works on pokemon stadium so that’s good to know. i ate a granola bar i brought cause i wasn’t sure when i’d have time to eat. also i gave deepak and tyrone the stream link and they saw me on camera LOOOOL

- singles bracket started around 8pm. my first match was up against a megaman. i was expecting to get 0-2′ed cause i was going in with falcon and falcon is not great with projectiles. i lost the first game. then i actually won the second game. when i got the last stock during the game i was like... ??? holy shit LOL. now i can lose the 3rd game with dignity. and so i lost the third game and the set ended 1-2 so i got put into loser’s bracket. that was still pretty cool though. we did the rock paper scissors thing and did stage banning and such

i waited around for maybe 40 minutes until i got set up with someone in loser’s bracket. i could’ve gotten wawa and eaten dinner :p i was waiting from like 8:40-9:20 according to my chat with deepak and tyrone. they asked me to wave on cam and saw me waving on twitch lmao. i just kind of watched the matchups on stream while waiting

then my second set in loser’s bracket i played against a guy named james who used snake. i lost the first game, but then the second game i won. i was surprised i was able to win a game and was expecting to lose the third game like i did the first set to the megaman. then in the third game he switched things up to lucina because the matchup against snake with falcon was in my favor (at least for edge guarding). i got the first stock off of him and i think he felt a bit rushed and accidentally sd’ed his last two stocks edge guarding me :/ it was still in good fun though, he seemed a bit annoyed but we talked afterwards and it was fine :p

i waited around for maybe another 30 minutes and then got matched up against a zelda. he was a really friendly guy named duncan. falcon against zelda also isn’t that great of a matchup in my favor so i was expecting to lose this set. i lost the first game because he was using the knight and side b to edge guard me really well. when i approached him his f-tilts were also getting me a lot. but then i slowed down and took my time, waiting to find openings and then i actually won the second game. i was surprised again that i won a game. then in the third game, i won as well, taking my time to slow down and find punishes! duncan was really friendly and we hopped off the set up

i waited another 30 minutes to play the next person in loser’s bracket, who’d be determined by two people playing on stream. it was a megaman vs incineroar. i was hoping the incineroar lost so i could play incineroar because my matchup against megaman with falcon is just not great. to my luck, the megaman lost so i was going to go up against him :p

around 10:30pm we started playing, the guy’s name was junior. we played the first game and surprisingly i won. i was so confused. but it was still a close game. the second game he adapted a bit more to my gameplay and although it was a close game, he won. then in the third game, i started overextending trying to get back to stage with an aerial when i should’ve just gone for ledge (i think i was starting to get impatient when i should’ve just slowed down). he also started avoiding my grabs better with his aerials, so i lost the third game as well :’( so i lost the set 1-2

i was knocked out but had a good run. lost the first set, won two sets, then lost the second set (double elimination). i talked with junior afterwards though, he was really friendly. he said i had a good falcon for starting out at my first tournament and the way to get better is to just continue practicing on my own and continue playing against other people at these weeklies. he told me about the fb page to follow and how tight the community is, which is great to hear. he suggested i stick around for friendlies cause that’s how you learn stuff by playing other people (which is also what i read online). what a cool dude

so i walked around for a bit after i lost the set (it was around 11pm by now). i found a guy named muhammad. we played a bunch of friendlies until 12am. i used falcon for a bit, then snake, then ganondorf. we were just kind of messing around. he played young link, little mac, lucina. i think we were on the same level of gameplay. we had some good mixups against each other. he also told me how to DI out of young link’s grounded up b (by DI-ing against the way he’s facing). it was really cool and fun. i feel like i learned a lot from friendlies than i did playing the sets to be honest. cause i talked with james and muhammad while we were playing whereas sets you play and then leave. it was pretty dope though

- around 12am i called it quits and they were streaming winner’s semis or winner’s grand finals. i said bye to junior and john and then drove home

- stopped by wawa to get a club sandwich for dinner LOL and get some gas for the car. then came home and watched an episode of scrubs S2E5 and also ate a dunkin donut. sheena came downstairs and talked to me a bit about a mini existential crisis she was realizing (everything that we do is built upon everything other people have built). she also told me about her blood test results and how they found that some hormones were being produced more that may lead to anxiety, depression and mood swings. so it seemed more like a biological thing that is treatable and i think she was in a really good mood knowing that fact

- went to sleep around 1:30 or 2am, feeling content with the day. i looked back on the bracket to see how i did and apparently placed 33rd out of 98 attendees. i’m definitely going back to the tournament next week. so cool :D

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