#it's all about the teamwork bud

[drchucktingle]

Mr Chuck, wizard of gay romance, I consult ye. Without knowing a damn thing about the plot of the book I'm writing other than it is gay and has themes of hunger, consumption, joy in spite of suffering, and the fleeting nature of life, how should my story end?

well to create we need to consume, this is how we produce energy and multiply and build. since beginning of time from frothing volcanos to tiny microbes CREATION and CONSUMPTION are linked. in addition an act of creation is an act of love, it is filling the empty void with SOMETHING and that is as powerful and important as it gets

i think what confuses MANY buckaroos is they get caught up by the consumption part. they see this equation i have laid out and say 'well if consuming leads to creation and creation is to point then we must consume everything as a moral imperative.' i mean HECK that is capitalism in a dang nutshell right there. if you trot this path it says the bigger fish should eat the little one, and that war and power are sort of innate. you see a lot of goofball conservative philosophers with melted brains stop here and set up shop to peddle their sad wares

THE PROBLEM IS consuming everything that you can DOES NOT ACTUALLY LEAD TO MORE CREATION IN PRACTICE. maybe sometimes in the very short term, but at the end of the dang trot it leads to destruction on a massive scale. if the biggest fish eats ALL the little fish then it is not just the little fish who dies it is BOTH of them. if you seek power through TAKING AND CONSUMING all that you can you will do more harm than good. you may puff up your chest for a little while but eventually you will go beyond your means and crumble.

consuming yields the best results when you do it in sustainable way, when you share with your neighbor, when you build a community. this is because LOVE is the best fuel and love thrives when buds work together to create a greater whole than themselves. even if you use example of TAKING through violence, ten little cave buckaroos as a team will always take down one big cave buckaroo. COMMUNITY PROVES LOVE. TEAMWORK PROVES LOVE. CONNECTION PROVES LOVE.

fortunately, as much as scoundrels want to convince us that fighting and violence and TAKING is the best way to grow as a dang species, it is not. humans thrived not because of some primal hierarchy (as goofball conservatives say) but because we started villages and societies and systems of working together. the buds who put their chips behind the BIGGEST FISH are only seeing one part of the picture. YES sometimes in the animal kingdom the biggest beast will win the fight, but that is why THEY ARE BEASTS AND WE ARE PEOPLE. we evolved to greater heights as we grew bigger brains for sharing and empathy and love and complexity. WE STARTED COMMUNITIES, BECAUSE WITHIN COMMUNITY CREATION AND LOVE THRIVE. THE 'REAL' BIGGEST FISH IS KINDNESS.

so hunger and consuming are ACTUALLY an important part of creation. they are part of bringing joy to this timeline, so long as you are not endlessly hungry even after you are full, and so long as you are not consuming what could be better shared with a bud.

hope that helps with your story buckaroo

#love is real #buckaroo lifestyle #art theory

[moonlit-imagines]

Robin and the Stray (Part 2)

Dick Grayson x Kyle!reader

warnings: blood n death ment and urge to puke teehee

a/n:

prompt:

part 1

Joining the Titans wasn’t exactly something you had in mind. The Titans were all kind-hearted heroic-types with these clear cut motives and tragic or powerful backstories that drove them to do good. You were here for two reasons: Dick moved to the other side of the country and you were being “rehabilitated” from your kleptomanic ways while Selina was serving a short sentence.

It felt awkward being in their presence, every glance felt like a glare. They must be thinking how dare y/n stand and fight beside us, theyre nothing but a common criminal, a petty thief, we can’t trust them. Dick had always assured you that they didn’t think less of you, but when anything was misplaced they always seemed to look to you for an answer.

You and Dick had been together for a few years now, and not all of those years were you a cat burglar. Maybe here and there, mostly for kicks or just to prove you still had it in you. Sometimes just to mess with Dick and Bruce. But Dick never stopped trusting you, he found it amusing more than anything and you grew to love each other deeply. Nothing could change that.

You were already sort of a vigilante before you were inducted into the Titans, usually sticking to the lower levels of Gotham and helping women steal their purses back or a kid who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Stuff like that. Unless, you know, Batman and Robin needed a hand.

As far as the Titans went, you were genuinely happy in San Francisco. It was a nice change of scenery after growing up in dark and gloomy Gotham. Dick felt free without Bruce standing by, doing what he could to make you feel comfortable here. Taking you on dates to new restaurants and going to beaches on your days off became a regular thing, something to make you forget you felt like you didn’t belong.

You had your own room, which was a nice change considering you and Selina typically shared or one of you slept on the couch or somewhere else depending on the night. Although, you spent most of your time in Dick’s room, it was hard to sleep alone most nights, he was like home to you. He’d mindlessly play with your hair and rubbed you back to ease your worried mind. He kept you sane.

But missions were different in so many ways. You had each other’s backs, sure, but you knew well enough that the two of you were more than capable of handling yourselves. Years of fighting against each other and beside each other made the team observer you two in awe, your fluid teamwork was incredible. To you, it was just another day.

“You okay?” Dick asked with your cheeks in his hands, looking down at you with a wet washcloth pressed between your cheek and his hand. “Don’t tell me you’re concussed, I’ll have to stay up all night with you.” You both chuckled weakly.

“I’m fine, just wiped from the past few nights.” You sighed as he wiped grime and blood from your face. You winced when he brushed against just below your eyelid where a bruise was budding. “I really got my ass beat tonight, huh?”

“We all did.” Dick wiped stray hairs from your forehead. “You seemed distracted, though. Thinking of me?”

“Gotham. Just homesick.” You told him and he kissed your forehead and continued you clean your wounds. He was pretty banged up, too, but he could tell you needed some TLC. “I love it here, but you know. I miss all that stuff. I miss Selina. I miss my cats. I miss Commissioner Gordon giving me shit for stealing and then helping him. I miss Bruce giving us lectures about staying focused. I miss Alfred trying to give us ‘The Talk.’” You rambled on while Dick nodded along, and your dull laughter caused another wince as you realized you maybhave a bruised or broken rib. “I miss you sometimes.”

“I’m right here.” He told you.

“Will you always be?” You asked.

“If all goes well.” He pulled out some bandages.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You continued to question.

“It means I don’t know the future and I won’t promise something I might not be able to control.” Dick explained in his smart-ass way. “It’s just the job, y/n. You know I love you.”

“I know you love the job.” You said tilting your head down and eyes up before he picked your chin back up.

“I don’t.” He replied.

“Keep telling yourself that.” Your sigh left his stomach slightly drop and you slid down off the table you were perched on. “I have to get a quick shower in, I’ll be back.” You trotted off the the bathroom to do so and left Dick alone with his thoughts, which you might have sparked something in him at this time. Unbeknownst to the two of you and the rest of the team, your lives were about to b me turned upside down in the worst of ways when Deathstroke entered your lives.

Your head was spinning at the time you heard the news of Garth’s passing. You fell into Dick’s arms and he held you so tightly. You felt as if you might puke and the rest of the team was right with you. Any barrier keeping you and them was broken down, there was no more tension or fear that kept you from getting close, the grief brought you all together.

It was Donna who apologized to you first, letting you know your worries were not that far off and there was a lot of distrust in you, but they moved on from it. It was the load off you needed after this tragedy. And Dick felt guilty he put you in that position, started blaming himself for so many things. You’d thought he’d get distant in all this anguish, but he wouldn’t let you go. He held on tight and began to worry for you more than usual, which worried you greatly. And it sucked because after all that happened with the Titans, you two had no choice but to go home.

“It’s what you wanted, right?” He asked you on the plane ride home, sitting across from each other on Bruce’s private jet.

“Not like this,” you stared out the window, picking at the seams of your jeans, “I just started feeling like I belonged. Now I’m leaving a place that felt like paradise. I really did love it there.”

“We can go other places. I’ll take you wherever you want to go.” Dick leaned forward and grabbed your hand. “I hate this, too. I love you, though. Wherever you go, I’ll go. It’s fine.” You closed your eyes and nodded.

“For now we’re going home.”

And you were home and it was dull and lifeless and you felt all the joy you had slip away as you fell back into old habits. Started to realize you stole because you were bored, you roamed the same streets and rooftops over and over because it was just what you did, you laod around all day and played with the cats but nothing was ever different. Not even when there was some huge debacle with a villain that belonged in Arkham Asylum. Not Two-Face or Riddler or Joker or Mr. Freeze or whoever’s weekly turn it was to enact a failure-destined plan to take over Gotham or kill Batman. It was all the same.

You sat on the same ledges and ate the same Pizza with Dick. You had meals at Wayne Manor with Bruce and Dick, a spot reserved for the late Alfred was an unfortunate change and maybe the only one. Bruce was paying your rent, offering you a bigger place or maybe one for you and Dick to share, but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to it. It already felt like you were taking advantage of him.

Don’t get me wrong, you loved Dick with all your heart, but he was off, too. It was obvious he fell back into his old ways. And something about it made it obvious he’d grown too fond of his life as a Titan. The independence and emancipation from Batman, where he called the shots and could do nice things with and for you. Maybe the guilt set in after another year or two or three. Because one day you were fine and the next, it was over. You looked back and realized that that promise you wanted him to make was never going to be fulfilled because he never felt secure himself. But that was his problem now, you would have helped if he’d let you.

It was awkward seeing each other in passing. After all, neither of you gave up your vigilantism. But avoidance was key. It was only a matter of time before he decided Gotham was too small for him now. You heard he’d moved to Detroit, good for him. You hoped he’d moved on and was doing well, you sure weren’t getting there anytime soon.

Then one day a few weeks later, you heard your phone ringing. Blocked Caller. You stared at the screen for a few moments grabbing the phone and holding it for a few more before you pressed the answer button. You put the phone to your ear but said nothing.

“Y/N? Y/N, it’s me. I need your help. I just—I need you.”

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[nunalastor]

Sometime after he and Lucifer's dynamic shifts from "bitter rivalry" to "teeth-clenched teamwork" to "friends who don't like each other but hang out anyway," Alastor goes a bit into the time when he and Vox were still business partners.

Alastor had picked Vox off the streets, seeing his potential, provided him with what he needed to flourish his unique skillset (and didn't he have a surprising talent for that?), tampered in the new technologies flowing into Hell himself before Vox started to change and taint his view of everything.

Alastor didn't trust other men easily, that was no secret. But there was a time where Vox-while never a good person, he landed in Hell for a reason-had that drive in him, could be good-natured, sometimes. Before he'd gotten more strength, before he met a moth rising through the ranks at the same time, and before he started to eye Alastor with something more possessive than friendship. When Alastor saw the writing on the wall and backed out, he took it about as well as one would expect. Their falling-out was very public and very messy.

But anyway, he can occasionally admit that he wished things hadn't turned out the way he did, but he's glad that Lucifer, even if he's a dunce (in his unhumble opinion), is respecting of his boundaries, not a depraved weirdo, and most of all not at all in love with him. He'd end their budding comradery immediately if that ever happened, hahahaha!

Meanwhile Lucifer is screaming behind his smile, desperately praying that he'll never be in a situations where he actively has to hide the fact that he knows the exact cologne Alastor uses, or has a few of his hairs and shavings from his antlers pressed into a notebook, or fantasizes about breaking that deal Alastor thinks he has hidden and putting his own shackles on the man. Sue him, he's old, depressed, and lonely, but now that he knows the tightrope he's walking on, he's got two goals:

1. Hide his horny gripping as long as possible

2. Make Alastor fall in love with HIM instead so that he's not the one to confess

Thus, this one-sided war of love begins.

👀

#hazbin hotel #alastor #nunalastor asks #radioapple #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #appleradio #radio apple

[nutzgunray-lvt]

I will forever be salty that Bakugou's behavior at the Sports Festival was rewarded with him not only winning the whole thing, but also getting the second highest amount of offers of anyone in Class 1A.

Hori could have gone any which way with it if he wanted to make Bakugou's "redemption" or "character development" actually believable, and I've seen so many better ideas on this damn website:

- Bakugou losing to Todoroki and getting second place (which given Todoroki's ice and the fucking drawbacks of Bakugou's Quirk that we mysteriously never see applied, realistically SHOULD have happened).

- Bakugou losing to Ochako, since he not only clearly didn't take her seriously throughout the fight (he literally says so right after Aizawa's bullshit sermon about how the Pro Heroes shouldn't be Pro Heroes for... *checks notes* calling out Bakugou for being a cocky asshole?), but Aizawa then brought attention to Ochako's plan to trick Bakugou into giving her a lot of debris to work with (which, again, strange how we see him using his Quirk so much and he never once gets dehydrated from sweating or suffers from hand cramps - the canonical drawbacks to his Quirk)

- Bakugou losing in the Calvary Battle, since he demands that his team focus all of their attention on Monoma for calling him out on being an arrogant asshole. Monoma's teamwork would be rewarded, and it would give him an early start into his character development.

- Bakugou fighting Shinsou in the first round and losing to him. His temper would make that fight a walk in the park for Shinsou, and it would also show some criticism from the Pro-Heroes that Bakugou's temper will only get him into serious trouble out in the field if he doesn't get a hold on it.

Any one of those instances could have had Bakugou (maybe Aizawa as well) realize that, hey, maybe I'm not as hot shit as I thought I was. He could still get some internship offers because of his "aMaZiNg QuIrK" and Best Jeanist could still take him on in hopes of getting Bakugou's head out of his ass. Then Bakugou could slowly and surely develop into a not nearly as horrible of a person as he used to be.

Or because some people will never chanfe no matter how many chances you give them, Hori could have made Bakugou double down on his attitude and throw multiple hissy fits (as seen in canon), alienating other Pro-Heroes from him and having Aizawa's teaching be called into question further (maybe even have Mic call him out like "dude, why haven't you nipped that kid's God complex in the bud?). Maybe have someone else bust Bakugou for accosting Izuku (again, canon) and accusing him of helping his opponent win against him, getting him officially punished or reprimanded. Have this start alienating him from the rest of Class 1A.

But nope, that would mean Bakugou actually facing consequences for his actions, and we can't have that happen.

#anti katsuki bakugou #anti bakugou #anti bakugou katsuki #Youtube

[randomfoggytiger]

"Kids Today, Huh?"

(Fictober, Day 12)

Thanks to @stephy-gold and @wexleresque for their prompts! ("Die first by nessa barrett/Is an MSR song/they will die without the other" and "Stopping to look up at the night sky", respectively.) 

*****

Mulder had been quiet since this morning. 

They’d both made plans to stay in; and, while she was shuffled to the bedroom for regular clothes and he shuffled around Spotify for a "dish duty" song, Scully wondered curiously-- well, half curiously-- what he’d choose. Mulder’s taste in music was usually dictated by whatever current rash the local radios or various social media apps instigated, Elvis excepted. (He'd explained once that Presley fit his stringent criteria because "the King" was always topical; and Scully had conceded the point, if begrudgingly.)  

By the time her shower was done, the house was permeated with silence. Upon reentry, Scully noticed Mulder’s shoulders were tense, his hands tightly clenching the counter; and both his ears had little Bluetooth buds-- hers, sinking into the bottomless pit of his ear canal-- blasting muffled noises straight into his ear drums. He spent the rest of the day pretending to be normal while absently squeezing or strangling anything nonperishable she handed him.

Scully tried to invent distractions for him, which Mulder meekly-- no, not meekly: without comment-- completed. When that didn't work, she then tried to engage him in a conversation that required responses other than “yes”, “no”, or “sure”. Noticing that his arm muscles would twitch through every attempt-- practically itching to turn up the volume-- she gave that up, too. Finally, she let him soak in his Byronic mood, and spent the rest of the afternoon riveted by a surprisingly good library book.  

She was halfway through her light read when Mulder’s shadow forebodingly covered the next paragraph. “Scully, I have it on good authority that there’s something happening in that big ol’ sky of ours tonight.” Their own peculiar way of wanting to communicate without communicating.

“Mmm.” She waited a beat, watched his shadow and feet shift in sync. “Let’s check it out.” 

*****

Scully’s earbuds were back in her possession, but only to warble depressing lyrics, stanza after stanza, into her ear. “Mulder, you listened to this all day?” 

He only nodded, eyes fixed dully on the horizon. Well, no wonder: he probably saw the name Nessa Barrett, connected it to the soft spot he held for all Nessie lore, and was siren called to a day of misery and self-recrimination. 

“Yeah.” His cheek bubbled out, tongue habitually searching for a sunflower seed that wasn’t there. “It’s not that crazy, Scully. You had an epiphany of your own while ruminating on the essence of Moby.” 

“That was self-discovery not self-flagellation, Mulder.” 

“But it made you realize things about yourself you hadn't. Put them into perspective. Made you question your choices and the… sacrifices you had to make along the way.” 

Scully stared at him, wondering how best to delicately attack this sudden infection. Mulder gazed unflinchingly at the stars, likely searching for the same solace he’d given her years before-- a keychain and teamwork and hope to ease an ascension and Duane Barry and consequences. She wondered if they were failing him tonight; but chased the thought away. As long as he believed Samantha’s soul was stardust, there was hope. 

It dawned on her. There was hope. 

“Mulder, you told me once that--” she left out you believed for another time, “--that our souls were bound together through time, always finding each other.” Scully also left out Melissa Ephesian (an unnecessary complication.) “And it brought you great comfort then because it meant that the suffering we had and did endure was an opportunity for us to get it right.” 

He was riveted on her face. Thirty years of knowing him told her that. “It’s a nice thought, Mulder. That we were created-- or,” she added for his sake, “came about organically with a destiny that ties us forever to each other. But I couldn’t… I can’t believe it.” He chuffed; and she didn’t need thirty years to know he had a crack comment ready to go. “It would seem too….” 

“Too what?” 

Scully smiled ruefully. “Flippant.” 

“Flippant?” His voice was halfway between aghast and amused. 

“Like I was taking what we have for granted. When I walked into your office that first day--” 

“Our office, Scully.”

“I claimed it as my own during the Tooms case, Mulder-- although it took a bit longer than that to sort your piles into habitable places. The point is, we didn’t have that soul connection then: we had intrigue and respect. It was later that you gave me something I'd never dared to dream of, something I'd unconsciously been searching for."

“Teamwork?” he teased, parroting words from a former conversation beneath the stars.

Who’s flippant now? But flippant was good-- flippant was part of the stages of recovery for Mulder. She needed to take him a little further than that, help him fortify his walls against future “I hope I die first” dark romanticism. 

Scully turned, showing Mulder the starlight reflected in her eyes. “You gave me wonder." Watched his own twinkle slowly return.

“That word has a couple different uses, Scully," he said with a smile, with a little forward tilt. He was almost okay. 

“Well, I wondered at you at first.” Mulder nodded, taking the ribbing on the chin with a wry smile. “But I wondered with you not long after.” She let him bask in the soft glow of reassurance before claiming her victory. “And that proves me right. If it had just been fate, or destiny--”

“--It would be the other way round.” Smart man, her Mulder.

Leaning in theatrically, Scully deftly put everything else behind them. “Mulder, I was promised a good time. So, are you gonna point out some mystery of the universe to me or are we going to stand here fretting over the past?”  

He grinned, himself again; and wound her in and spun her theories while pointing at the stars.

******

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023 and @fictober-event

#txf #fic #Fictober #Day 12 #2023 #“Kids Today Huh?” #Mulder #Scully #set sometime this year I guess #Revival without Revival allusions #a first for me heheheh #hopefully I got more mature Mulder and Scully correct

[daydream-cement]

Hi hi! I had the idea of Larissa and Fern supervise a school trip to an arcade but getting very competitive on the games machines

All Fun and Games

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: Omg this is an adorable idea. Thank you.

"Dr. Rogers, I really don't understand how this is an educational field trip." Larissa whispered as you walked through isles of arcade games. You were still in the budding stages of a will-they-won't-they relationship and tensions remained high between the two of you. Due to a bit of nepotism, you convinced Larissa of a field trip for your advanced botany students.

"They are learning the power of teamwork." You pointed to Yoko at the side window of a crane machine, guiding Enid so she could win the stuffed animal of her choosing.

"Be serious. This has nothing to do with plant science, does it?"

You stop out of the way near a basketball simulation game and Larissa towers over you with her hands on her hips. You grin up at her, pushing your luck, "Larissa... You asked absolutely no questions when I asked to take the kids on a field trip and then you insisted on coming with. I didn't think you would be so slow on the uptake. Did you even read the forms when I brought them to you?"

Larissa hadn't looked at the forms. She was too busy staring at you as you leaned over her desk, talking to her about something she couldn't remember. She had been internally kicking herself for allowing her crush on you to permit such an oversight on her part.

"You could get into serious trouble for a stunt like this."

You reach out, grasping at one of the buttons on her jacket and play with it between your fingers. You tilt your head to look up at her, putting on your sweetest tone, "The only one that will get me into trouble is you... You wouldn't do that to me, would you?"

Larissa glances around, not wanting any students to see her melting at your touch. She bit the inside of her cheek, knowing that she was going against everything in herself, "You are pushing your luck, Rogers. I'll give you one pass."

"Goody, care for a round of skee-ball?"

-------

Larissa hip-checked you, trying to prevent you from getting another 100 points in the top corner. You had been going back and forth, playing round after round. You were in the lead by only one game, so there was a lot riding on these next few tosses.

"Don't mess up, don't mess up, don't mess up." Larissa kept repeating to you as her fingers prodded your side, causing you to let out a laugh.

"You are a cheater." You laugh as your next two balls end up in the 10 and 20 due to her distraction. You give her a shove with your elbow, focusing on our final two throws, only one ending up in the 100 hole of the top right corner, "Ha! Suck it!"

Your score appears in bright lights at the top of the machine: 180. It was your highest score yet. You couldn't help but be a sore winner as you did a little dance. Larissa repressed a smile, "This isn't over yet."

What you hadn't noticed was students watching your interactions. Bianca had grabbed Yoko by the arm, pointing out the laughing and touching between you and Principal Weems, "Principal Weems has the hots for Dr. Rogers."

Larissa had been grinning the whole time, her eyes never leaving you. The students had never seen her out of her shell like this. She was much more rambunctious than her typically reserved self. Enid was added to the group of students, then Ajax and Xavier. They all talked amongst themselves, trying to dissect every smile and word. Enid was perhaps the most excited about it all as she slapped Ajax's arm wildly when Principal Weems took hold of your arm when she won the next round.

------

"Rogers and Weems sittin' in a tree." Enid's voice rang out from the back of the bus. You only smiled as Larissa rose up from her seat, turning around to give her a death glare.

Larissa settled back down in the seat next to you, shaking her head in annoyance. You only smiled, taking her hand in yours and pulling it into your lap. A smile spread across Larissa's lips as you quietly sung the rest of the tune, "K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

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[barry-j-blupjeans]

Monster mash 6 blupjeans

6. Can’t a guy just be incredibly suspicious without everybody jumping down their throat??

((monster mash prompts - find them here!!))

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Lup would like to say that at this point, she had discovered all the weird quirks and undesirable traits that her... roommates? Team? Crew? Crew sounded cool, she could roll with a crew. Having a team sounded like she was an elementary schooler who had yet to discover teamwork did not, in fact, make the dream work. But at this point, she would like to say she knew at least ninety-five percent of the dirt she could possibly know about them.

Merle liked plants. Like-liked plants. Deffo a red flag, no doubt. She was never going to say it to his face, but if she had to wager a guess about why his ex-wife was an ex, Lup would have some pretty good opinions to voice. He was stinky and smelly and had two left feet but, to be honest, had some hella dance moves.

Magnus was like a golden retriever in human form and while that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, it was a bit much sometimes. He left wood shavings everywhere he went and forgot to put the cap back on the milk. One time Lup thought he had been getting murdered, but he had only screamed because he saw a spider.

Taako in of himself was a red flag, natch. No more to be said about Taako. She knew him better than she knew himself and, honestly, she was a little bit disgusted. But mostly proud. But also, like, a little bit disgusted yeah.

Barry... Barry. Yeah. Barry.

"What'cha doing?" Lup asked, leaning out of her door. The Director had recently upgraded them to this big dorm. It was a stark contrast to the one they had moved into when they first arrived on the moon. They did, unofficially, kick Pringles out, but Lup had seemed him around since and he didn't seem to be harboring a grudge about it so that was good. Maybe he slept in like, a bush now. Or maybe he had found himself an actual bed. Lup didn't know and, frankly, didn't care.

She did, however, care about whatever the fuck Barry was doing right now. When she had spoken, Barry slammed his own bedroom door shut and leaned against it, turning to face her. He seemed like he was trying to be casual but pulled that off just about as well as a zebra wearing polka dots.

"Oh, uh, hey Lup," Barry said. "Didn't- didn't see you there. I thought no one else was here, heh."

"No, I'm- I mean, I'm deffo here," Lup said. "What's, uh, what's in your room, bud?"

"My room?"

"Yeah," Lup said. "The thing you just pushed into your room and slammed the door on?"

"I didn't- uhm, I don't know what you're talking about," Barry said. He rubbed his arm with his hand, looking literally anywhere but her. "I was just, uh, going to bed."

"It's eleven in the morning."

"I'm just- I'm tired!" Barry said. He was sweating now. "I'm tired since we're doing all this training-"

"What training???"

"And I was gonna go take a nap," Barry continued, loudly. "Because I'm so tired. So-" he attempted to yawn, but for some reason, he couldn't get himself to, so he just sort of coughed into his fist. "So tired. Really gotta-"

"Barold," Lup said.

"Uh, y- yeah?"

"Your... tiredness is leaking through the door."

Barry looked down. From the other side of his door, a green goop was starting to seep into the hallway. She hoped he didn't have any carpets in there. Barry lept away from the door and it started to open for a second. Lup caught the briefest glimpse of a large object filled with that green glue before Barry leaned over and pressed his hand firmly to the door, closing it.

"Look," Barry said. "I, uh, I mean- it's technically not supposed to be up here, but if you won't snitch then I- I guess I can show you. If you want, I mean. Not- you don't have to."

"I mean, as long as it isn't like, a dead dude, then sure, hell yeah. Actually, if it is a dead dude, is it like a cool one or-"

"It's not a dead guy," Barry said, smiling slightly.

"Are you sure?" Lup asked. "'Cus you're acting like, incredibly suspicious and you did loan me that necromancy book-"

"Says the person who wanted a necromancy book in the first place," Barry shot back. He looked momentarily embarrassed before Lup laughed, throwing her head back. "Can't a guy just, uh, just be incredibly suspicious without everyone jumping down his throat?"

"Absolutely not," Lup said. She cracked her knuckles, walking towards the door. She was careful to avoid the green goop. "Let's see what'chu got, Barold."

"Well, uh," Barry hadn't lessened his hold on the door yet. "How deep exactly are you, uh, interested in necromancy."

"A moderate amount?" Lup said. "A moderate to severe amount. Like a "hey I should probably Think About why I'm so interested in this" type of amount."

"Works for me," Barry said, stepping back from the door once more. It slowly swung open, reviling the green pod (?) Lup had caught a glimpse of before. There was something... growing inside it.

"What... is that?" Lup said, peering a little closer.

"Well, uh," Barry said. "That'd be me. A clone of me, I guess is a better way to put it. Lemme show you how it works."

#blupjeans #barry bluejeans #lup #taz #taz balance #mine #ise cube writing #asks #sierraveree #thank u for the ask !!! #idk if the vibes are coming off on this right but #everyone is voidfished but barry Did Die and discover what the fresh hell was going on #so he cloned himself and was like 'right. I'm gonna go fuck shit up maybe' #ok that is all thank u for reading lsdfsd

[pokegalla]

Another awesome idea from @theneurodivergentdummy

I honestly feel like this is something these characters would do as a family so I realized this fits way too well-

(For those who don’t know! A mudrun is an obstacle race course that is based around mud!)

Underfell Bros and their S/o going through a Mudrun

Red:

* Huh? Wanna swing that around bud?

* A mudrun? What even is that? Even with an explanation he’s still confused on WHY you want to.

* Apparently it was a couple’s competition and you REALLY wanted to try it. Red was pretty hesitant as he’s not a very active guy but your puppy eyes got him under wraps. Fine! Just stop looking all cute like that….

* He starts regretting it the moment he sees the course. Just reassure him and promise him a “reward” right after. Watch how pumped he’ll get right after-

* With teamwork, you guys do pretty well together! Even having a lot of fun, giggling and slipping around in the mud. You guys manage to win 1st place! Holy shet congrats!!! You guys head home showing off your trophy still covered in mud. And….you guys open the door to see Boss waiting

* “SANS?! Where The Hell Have You And The Human….Been…..” His voice trails off seeing you guys. His eye socket twitches. Oh no….

* He chased you guys about with a hose. Luckily Red shortcutted out of there….

Mini story time!:

You clung to the trophy as Red carried you bridal style. You guys giggling and smiling like dorks as you headed home.

“Yaaaaaaay we won! We look like a hot mess but it was worth it,” You cheered.

Red chuckled, “Didn’t expect tah win first place. Guess we make a good team. But ay I wouldn’t say it’s worth it juuuuuust yet.”

You looked at him confused, “Hm? Why not?”

He smirked deviously, “I ain’t get my reward yet~” You blush as he pulled you closer, “Y’know what I want sweetheart~?”

“W-what,” You asked.

He got closer, “I want….a nice hot bath. Some cuddles….and all your kisses!” You went into a fit of giggles as he gave multiple skele-kissses all over your face.

“Ok ok! I promise you’ll get all of that! I love you my big dummy~” You said.

“I’m your big dummy,” He purred. He went to open the door and there stood his brother. Oh crap….

“SANS?! Where The Hell Have You And The Human….Been…..” Boss stopped talking seeing the state we were in. He slowly began walking towards the hose.

“Bro wait let’s talk about this,” Red shouted.

“Boss MERCY!!! Frisk said always show MERCY,” I shouted.

“I don’t show MERCY to stains,” Boss stated. Then he let it rip. Thank god Red can shortcut….

Boss:

* Bitch what-?

* He loves you but there is NO way in hell he’s doing THAT. Mr. Clean Freak over here had a mini heart (soul?) attack just THINKING of the mess it could make.

* But with the help of Red’s nagging (he wants to see his bro have fun….and possibly film him slipping on his non existent ass in mud-) and your puppy eyes, he reluctantly agreed.

* He’s already cringing at the sight of the obstacle course. You should tell him that he should take his time and that you just wanted to do something together as a couple. He might not show it but hearing that makes him very happy. Even motivated.

* Actually he shows it right when the race begins. He swiftly picks you up bridal style and VAULTS over obstacles like it’s nothing. Hell he even got dirty and looked like he was having fun! You guys won (was there even a doubt?) and cheered.

* Boss was giving the biggest and most genuine smile and Red snapped a pic. He was happy to see his bro finally let his guard down to feel comfortable and unwind a bit.

* It’s only when you guys get home he realizes how much of a mess you guys made when you walked in the house. Oop-

* You offered to clean up and he joined in.

Mini story time!:

You felt bad for your bone-friend. He had finally let loose and had fun! Smiling, laughing….until he forgot we was covered in mud. We tracked mud all over the living room. You let him wash up as you tried your best to clean up the stains (rather difficult considering you were still covered in mud). But you managed! At least not by yourself.

You turn to see Boss was cleaning up any excess mud that you missed, “I thought you went to clean yourself up?”

He looks at you before looking away in a huff, “Human You Are Not Exactly The Best At Cleaning. I Figured You Might Need My Assistance!”

You thought for a moment then smiled, “Aw. Did you want to take a bath with me?”

There was no denying the prominent red glow from his face, “N-NO! I Just Need You To Hurry Things Along!” He shouted before quietly adding, “….I Want To Cuddle With You.”

Your heart skipped a beat, “O-Oh….I’ll hurry up! Just give me a-Eep!” You were suddenly picked up.

“YOU Were The One Who Wanted To Do Something As A Couple. Come Now! Red Can Clean The Rest,” Boss said impatiently.

You laughed, “Ok ok! My bad….love you!”

He blushed even more but chuckled, “I Love You As Well Human.”

Red walked in pissed, wearing an apron and carrying cleaning supplies, “Now I gotta be on fucking cleaning duty. Sunnava-“

“SANS-!” Boss shouted.

He sweat dropped and began getting to work. (Don’t worry. He abandoned the work once he knew Boss wasn’t paying attention to sneak off to Grillby’s).

#my writing #self insert #undertale au #funny #fluff #cute #writing prompt #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #undertale au x reader #underfell papyrus #underfell sans #undertale au headcanons

[wiispywitch]

Attack on Titan OC - Elijah Kaufman 🗡️🩸🍺

♡.ToyHou.se | Instagram | AO3

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Name: Elijah Kaufman

Meaning: Elijah- Yahweh is my God; Kaufman- merchant

Nickname(s): Eli, Uncle Eli (by the Schuyler kids), Old drunk (by Hange and Levi)

Alias (if any): Officer Kaufman, Alvin Cochran (his fake name he uses in the black market)

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Nationality: Eldian (German descent)

Birthday: September 17th, 814

Birthplace: Dauper Village, Wall Rose

Current Residence: Interior of Stohess, Wall Sina (location varies)

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: One-sided relations with Jacqueline Chapman

Language(s) spoken: Eldian

Life-Long Dream: To live the high life in wealth and completely forget the past

Goal(s): To keep his business in selling ODM-gear in the black market on top, to manipulate Nathanael and keep him on his side, to get rid of his completion, to avoid running into his moneylenders, to win Miriam’s heart, to forget about the past 

Like(s): Going out drinking and playing, hanging out at the bar with his buds, cigars, taking charge in leaderly roles, playing poker his way, Jacqueline giving him all of her attention, Miriam's baked goods, making a quick buck, hunting

Dislike(s): Being told how to do his job, strong sunlight, children, the wall cultists, his way of work being questioned, snitches, hangovers, backtalk, titans, the Scout Regiment, Dawson

Bad Habit(s): Abuses his position in power, compulsive liar, heavy drinker, gambler, quick to anger, makes promises he can’t keep, bad with money

Hobbies: Going out drinking with his comrades, picking up women, gambling

Fear(s): Dawson’s “ghost” coming back for revenge, mob bosses coming after him for payment, abnormal titans, death

Personality: Manipulative, paranoid, narcissistic, cowardly, opportunistic, charming, greedy, confident, persuasive 

Favorites(not necessary)-

Food(s): Sunflower seeds, deer meat

Color(s): Maroon 

Season(s): Autumn

Activities: Playing poker, hunting

Time of Day: Night time

Extras: Animals- deer; Drink- whiskey 

Appearance-

Height: 6’1” (185 cm)

Weight: 203 lbs. (93 kg)

Hair style: Wavy and greasy, always pulled back into a ponytail 

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Color: Amber brown

Skin Tone: Tan

Body Shape/Build: Broad-shouldered, tall, beer-gut, heavy-built, sunken cheeks

Birthmarks: N/A

Scar(s): He has a large bite scar on his left leg after he was bitten by a titan. Due to how often he wears his ODM-gear harness, his skin has red marks that he has since gotten used to. 

Other: Full beard and mustache, and a mean look on his face

Health-

Memory: He has a fairly good memory, but he wishes to forget about his past and does everything he can to try to forget

Sight (do you need glasses?): Slightly normal, needs reading glasses

Mental: Anger issues, narcissism, paranoia

Physical: He walks with a slight limp on his left leg after a titan attack that he barely escaped. He will sometimes walk with a cane when he’s sore, however he mostly uses his cane to gain sympathy from Miriam and her kids and as a means to get out of too much work when he really doesn’t need it as much as he claims.

Sleep patterns (how you sleep and how much rest do you get?): His sleep schedule is completely disorganized. He doesn’t get much rest as he normally should, and sometimes sleeps in during the day

Allergies/Other: He is a heavy drinker and smokes frequently. Because of his excessive drinking, he is easily irritable and is prone to vomiting if he has too much. He becomes addicted to coderoin after his transfer to the Interior and often uses it to frame other potential criminals, whether guilty or not.

Abilities/Statistics (1- lowly skilled, 10- highly skilled and tell why)-

3D Maneuvering Gear: 7.5/10, as good as he is at maneuvering he is easily prone to motion sickness, and over the years his skill becomes more sloppy

Intelligence: 6/10

Martial Arts: 8/10

Battle Skill: 9/10

Agility: 5/10

Strategy: 6/10

Teamwork: 2/10

Passion: 5.5/10

Affiliation: Military Police

Former Affiliation: Scout Regiment; 97th Cadet Corps

Grad. Rank: 6th

Status (Alive, Missing, etc.): Deceased, left for dead and eaten by wolves

Relationships-

Parent(s): Johnny Kaufman (late-father), Edith Kaufman (mother, whereabouts unknown)

Sibling(s): N/A

Other Relative(s): N/A

Love Interest: Miriam Schuyler, Jacqueline Chapman (one-sided relationship)

Best Friend(s): Dawson Schuyler

Friend(s): Miriam Schuyler 

Enemy(ies): Dwight Oglethorpe, Dr. Finch, Matilda Oglethorpe, Taylor Schuyler, Eren Yeager

Hero(es): Johnny Kaufman

Rival(s): Kenny Ackerman, Nathanael Schuyler

Quote(s):

“Why don't we just pretend none of this ever happened? You don't tell them what you saw, and I’ll make sure it don’t come back to bite you in the ass—because if I go down, I'm dragging you down with me. Do I make myself clear?”

"You've taken everything from me and rubbed it all in my face, and even in death you just can't leave me alone...Why can't you just stay dead!!? Just leave me be!!!”

"Please, spare me…You wouldn’t hurt your uncle, would ya, babydoll?”

History/Life: Elijah Kaufman is a close familial friend to the Schuyler family and military veteran. Having formerly served in the Scout Regiment most of his career, he transferred to the Military Police after sustaining a severe leg injury in the front lines. Originally born in Dauper, he lived out in the woods with his father Johnny, who was a con artist taking part in shady businesses involving selling stolen ODM-gear, and his mother Edith left them when Elijah was two. Johnny loved his son more than anything, and much to the surprise of many considering the reputation Johnny had as the local drunk and gambler with blood on his hands, he was very doting towards him. He taught Elijah how to grow up tough and rarely punished him when he got into trouble; this gave Elijah a sense of superiority and why he grew up believing he could get away with anything. To further advance their shady business, Johnny and Elijah fled to Trost with forged identification cards and to start up a whole new life. Elijah had adapted fairly quickly, but often kept to himself whilst Johnny was running the business, and it wasn’t easy for him making friends with the local children considering he wasn’t the nicest boy. One day as he was exploring the town, he tried to steal some apples only to be caught by the shop owner. Before he was struck, a young boy named Dawson Schuyler witnessed this and quickly intervened and offered to pay, and Elijah was able to avoid getting into trouble. Dawson bought more food for him shortly after and introduced himself, and offered for him to join in on a game of catch with him and his friends. At first apprehensive, Elijah eventually decided to join in, and this began a strong friendship between Elijah and Dawson; he was shortly introduced to Dawson’s friend group, Dwight Oglethorpe, Matilda Windsor, and Miriam Florence. Elijah was infatuated with Matilda and Miriam the moment he met them, and there were times he would act quite flirty towards the both of them—Miriam always assumed he was being friendly and was very soft-spoken so she never spoke up about it, but Matilda immediately made him back off as it made both of them uncomfortable (since then, he never really liked Matilda since she was, in his words, a “loud mouth”)—despite the fact that Dwight and Matilda were already together and that Dawson and Miriam had strong feelings for each other. Dwight and Dawson had to get involved and have a firm talk with him about respecting their boundaries. Despite his unpleasant behavior, his friends have tried many, many times to give him a chance in hopes that he would change for the better, and over time he had begun to change thanks to Dawson's influence.

When he was twelve, Johnny was caught by the Military Police and arrested. Elijah feared he would be put in an orphanage as he had no other family. Dawson convinced his own family to take Elijah in to avoid being taken away, as he did not want to see his friend struggle to survive with no one else to turn to. Luckily, his family was sympathetic enough to take the boy in, and they became practically like brothers. Elijah never had any set goals for the future until Dawson began to tell him about his dream to join the Scout Regiment and go on adventures on the outside. The thought of glory and gaining fortune for such an intense task sparked Elijah’s interest. It wouldn’t be long until the two signed up for the Cadet Corps and graduated at the top of their class, and together they enlisted into the Scout Regiment just as they had promised. The harsh reality of what awaited outside the walls weighed heavily on Elijah, and he had experienced many close calls and had to witness the gruesome deaths of fellow soldiers. But he prospered on being Dawson’s right hand man when he was eligible to form his own squad unit, and he continued to fight on. Over the years, his drinking would become increasingly worse to numb himself of what he had to experience. 

Dawson and Miriam were already married before they joined the Scouts, and he was there with the family for the birth of all four of their children—Nathanael, Tay, and twins Corine and Clovis. Dawson and Miriam considered Elijah as a part of the family, and the kids loved him so much and looked forward to him coming over for their visits, referring to him as “Uncle Eli.”

However, he was not the man the Schuylers’ thought he was. He saw Dawson’s perfect life, watched him marry the woman he wanted and have four children with her. He was oh-so perfect that Elijah envied him for it. It sickened him. 

One rainy day on the 36th expedition outside of the walls, Elijah accidentally separated himself from his squad, and as a result he was caught by an abnormal titan, his horse getting killed in the process. He frantically tried to escape the titan’s firm grasp as it had bitten down on his leg, but before his leg was entirely bitten off, Dawson arrived just in time to rescue him. Despite what he had done, Elijah remembered all Dawson had stolen from him: The woman he desired, letting him have a family of his own, and now getting him in a what he now sees as a suicide mission. Elijah had finally snapped and attacked him, not realizing the titan horde that was quickly approaching their way. He was able to knock him down and choked Dawson so hard that he damaged his larynx so he was unable to scream or breathe. When he realized there were titans coming after them, Elijah stole his gear and left him behind, and didn’t look back as the titans tore his best friend apart. He fabricated what happened when he told his comrades that Dawson died trying to save him. However, anyone who really knew Elijah would know he was a coward, but they could never prove he could have had anything to do with it. 

Elijah transferred out of the scouts and into the Military Police on recommendation. He would often patrol Wall Rose so he could stay close to Miriam and the kids when they were grieving. Because of his injury on duty, he walked with a limp and carried a cane with him. His leg would begin to heal over time to the point where, minus some soreness, he wouldn’t have to rely on his cane, and he would often use his injury as an excuse to spend his day sitting around and not having to work as much and gain sympathy from others. His drinking problem would continue to get worse, and most of his income went into gambling and whatever money he did have left to relieve his needs with women. To make extra cash, he started trading ODM-gear parts in the black market, just like his father had, and taking money from his niece knowing that she wouldn't have the heart to tell him no. It wasn't until after he had lashed out on Tay that the Schuyler family had finally cut all contact with him.

He was one of the MP’s to work alongside Kenny Ackerman in the Anti-Personnel Control Squad and conspired with the kidnapping of Eren Yeager and the true heir of the Reiss family Historia. Considering Elijah has had run-ins with Eren and knowing Tay had feelings for him, he was quite thrilled in taking part in the possibility of getting rid of Eren once and for all. He forced Nathanael to help them with the threat of harming his family if he didn’t. Everything fell apart when Elijah, in his drunken state, had let it slip to Kenny that he left Dawson to die. Nathanael would later betray him and fight back with the Scouts’ aid.

Elijah wouldn’t end up getting away from the sins of his past for very long. For many years, he had hurt and taken advantage of so many people who never hesitated to help him when he was in any trouble. Yet, he still believed that he was owed something and never took a moment to realize what he had until it was too late. In the end, his own mistakes would be his downfall. 

Bonus Facts

-His voice: Japanese- Hidekatsu Shibata (Fuhrer King Bradley, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood); English- Keith David (Dr. Facilier, The Princess and the Frog)

-His design is inspired by the actor Daniel Day-Lewis

-He has a strong scent of whiskey and doesn’t really shower regularly, so his odor is quite pungent 

-He’s a Virgo.

-His alignment is neutral-evil.

-He owes so much money that he knows he can’t pay back and is on the run from loaners so he can avoid being caught.

-Eli will sometimes plant evidence to get a stronger conviction amongst suspects, and as a result many innocent people were thrown in jail all because of him.

-A lot of the new recruits are scared of him and try to avoid running into him as much as they possibly can, especially when they know he’s been drinking.

-In a modern AU, he isn’t much different from his canon counterpart but is more able to get away with his crimes much easier. He and Eren are constantly at each other's throats and when Tay reveals the extent of the emotional abuse, Elijah is thrown out and all contact from the family is cut off for good.

-In a Harry Potter AU, his Hogwarts house is Gryffindor and her Patronus is an adder.

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OC Profile Creator: AliceCantBeStopped

#wiispywitch oc #attack on titan oc #aot oc #oc #original character #anime art #anime oc #procreate art #fanon #fanfiction writing #creative writing #military police oc #aot military police

[chattingwiththelightkeeper]

A Ladder And Matter Of Trust

This morning as I drove into work, I had an earworm, the slave spiritual We Are Climbing Jacob’s Ladder which is sort of an oddity as Jesus and I long ago decided to see other people but yet not all that strange because I am a history nerd. Having this song in my head did cause me to think about ladders, my fear of heights, and the D/S lifestyle. I know that a ladder is not as sexy as handcuffs, paddles, or an erotic story but I am going to share a few thoughts on how these unsexy bits of hardware parallel with the lifestyle.

The very first thing about ladders and I feel everyone knows this, is a ladder has to have a stable base, or the trip up (and hopefully back down) will be wobbly and filled with the pretty darn good odds the ladder might shift sending you and the ladder crashing back down. I have noticed that unfortunately within D/S many relationship ladders come crashing back down and crushing hearts in the process. I believe this is because dating is more challenging in the non-vanilla dating pool. After all, it is both smaller and has a higher amount of pee in it than our not-so-kinky counterparts have in their ool, that is a pool without any of that pesky pee. Since it is harder to find compatible potential partners, I have discovered that sometimes people are so happy to find a person who just might be a fit for them that in their elation they rush to put up their relationship ladder. In this rushed excitement, they never invest the time to build a solid foundation on which to place the ladder. Since the first steps up are comfortably close to the ground, it is very easy to bound up them, ignoring the shudder and sway but as the budding relationship maneuvers higher and higher each bobble becomes more and more dangerous.

It is at this point that I have witnessed the demise of far too many lifestyle relationships and indeed I have fallen from a relationship ladder because the base was never properly prepared. With some relationships people simply carefully step down, part as friends, others have a traumatic and dramatic thump during a hurtful header, and those I feel for the most sympathy for are those who choose to ignore the broken foundation finding themselves sliding to and fro desperately clinging to the bad relationship. The foundation of a relationship when it is hastily constructed is something that just like a damaged one on a building can be repaired but it will be time-consuming, mentally taxing, and it requires the partners to dedicate themselves to the restoration. Rebuilding a fractured base is not something that can be done solo but it must be a total team effort provided everyone determines the partnership is worth saving. Truthfully, many rushed relationships are better abandoned with the lessons learned applied to the future.

As an avid downhill skier, with a penchant for the backcountry, this may seem unusual to some but I also have a phobia of heights. It may seem that those two do not pair well together, and there are times when a chairlift ride is petrifying for me and the slide down is not. Everyone has their unique fears but something that I believe everyone will encounter in life are trust issues or, as I prefer to say, I have seen this crap-o-la before and I am damned if I am going through these again issues. Where I see this coming into play on relationship ladders is that some parts of the climb will be easy for one partner while the other might have hit a height that leaves them paralyzed with fear. Fear is never fun and running smack dab into something that requires healthy respect or an irrational phobia can cause a partner to stop their climb. Since we all know that relationships require more than one person or someone with an amazing imagination combined with multiple personalities, it is vital that when one is stuck at a rung that rather than having everything be hung up at this sticking point, the relationship uses teamwork to face the fear allowing everyone’s dreams to come true.

Lifestyle wise it can be very easy to look at a dominant with the expectation of whenever and wherever there is a sticking point, fearful pause, or phobia freeze that they are the expected to lead the relationship through the issue and keep things climbing. Unfortunately, life does not work this way. I know that as a dominant, I will hit points as I ascend with my submissive where I will be stuck, just as I expect the same to happen for the submissive. So at times like this, in my opinion, it requires the unique synergies of dominant and submissive to work together to unstick the stuck climber. It may even require the D/S team to step a rung lower to then climb two higher. Many in the lifestyle will say, perhaps even believe, that no matter what the challenge is facing a D/S partnership the d-type must always be the leader but for me, that is a glorified myth because while a dominant is expected and tasked with showing the way forward, there are times when a partnership hits a rough patch on their ascension where D or S does not matter as the struggle has to be met by a united team rather than dominant or submissive.

Relationships no matter if they are lifestyle, vanilla, or somewhere in-between, are a lot like ladders. To safely climb them their base must be built solid and level or unlike a Weeble Wobble, they will fall down. When we are ascending with an amazing person our past challenges will cause some rungs to be more daunting than others and in those frightening moments, lifestyle partners need to set aside their roles to address the challenge as a team rather than d or s types. So to corrupt an old Casey Kasem saying, keep your ladder foundation firm and climb together for the stars.

As with all of my writings, please see this disclaimer.

©TLK2022

[inourpaws]

✨ WEEK ONE ✨

PINECLAN 🌲

Pine had a tense interaction with Sunflower, with Critterpaw watching, at the beginning of their hunting patrol, which ended with Pine withdrawing to the shadows of the trees and Sunflower being named Critterpaw's mentor.

Sunflower welcomed Scuttle to join the clan. Clearly has plans to assign mentors later

Pine caught a squirrel and shared it with Rising Mist. They discussed Pine's feelings about being leader, though he was not entirely forthwith. Pine asked Rising Mist why he joined PineClan, to which Rising Mist responded with a flattering answer--which may or may not have been true.

After Rising Mist left, Pine was approached by a Tree Walker named Hawthorne, who expressed concern and distaste for Pine's recent actions. He scolded and warned Pine to keep his cats under control, threatening repercussions if he didn't.

Hornet met and bonded with a CliffClan cat named Shane.

Sunflower made Scuttle and Bentley apprentices, assigning Rising Mist and Pine as their mentors, respectively

Pine met with a healer from Cliffclan named Owldream, who gave him relaxing herbs and had to carry him back to camp. Pumpkinseed regarded Owldream warmly but Sunflower made her disdain known

The apprentices discussed their new mentors and settled in their new nests in the fern beds.

Sunflower announced to Pine of her making him Bentley’s mentor. Pine responded, angry and reluctant. After being scolded by both Sunflower and Pumpkinseed, Pine has begun to accept his role as leader.

Pine went up to apologize to Bentley.

Hornet spoke with Sunflower, resulting in her instructing him to patrol the territory each day with a group of cats.

CLIFFCLAN 🗻

Goldenfur, Cloudstep, and Shane went on a hunting patrol, failed to catch a rabbit, but all demonstrated a willingness to work on teamwork.

Creek, Nettle Frost and their kits, Crow’s Shadow, Flickering Flame, Morning Storm and Sun’s Peak left their colony to join CliffClan. Cliffstar held a warrior naming ceremony for Sun’s Peak, now Sunstream, who left to seek RapidClan.

Owldream met Pine near the river and, after a tense interaction, gave him some herbs to relax him, causing him to fall asleep on the river’s shore. She carried him back to his camp and networked with Pumpkinseed, under Sunflower’s watchful eye.

Goldenfur met a cat named Evening Song from the Grove, who gave him goldenrod buds to return to Owldream.

Shane met Hornet in the forest, where the two discussed their decisions to join CliffClan and PineClan, respectively.

Shane and Goldenfur trained together in the Gorge and bonded.

Cliffstar discussed appointing cats to be her deputy and healer with Owldream. The latter comforted her, assuring her that both she and Hickorystrike were more than willing to step up and take responsibility for the sake of the clan.

RAPIDCLAN 🌊

Many doubts are being had about Nightwatcher, Rapidstar’s choice of deputy. With many bold and ambitious cats in the Clan, tension about the timid tomcat’s new position is obvious. Tawnyhawk in particular is no stranger to voicing her disapproval, being harsh with Nightwatcher about his inexperience and indecision. Other cats seem to share Tawnyhawk’s opinion, though Nightwatcher’s sister Bearclaw has been an encouraging and (temporarily) soothing voice in the confrontation.

A patrol ran into a rogue who goes by the name The Host Of Many Eyes on the Twoleg Bridge. He asked for a home in the clan, promising a knowledge of some herbs and the insight of many moons. Host has been taken in as an elder.

Rapidstar came to the realization that Rapidclan lacks a Healer. She finds herself in a position where she’s not sure how one is chosen. Does The Ghost choose a Healer to communicate with? Does she offer one up? She doesn’t know.

Nightwatcher and Ember go out on patrol near the Trout Run. Ember quelled some of Nightwatcher’s concerns about being deputy and offered her help to him, moving forward.

Rapidstar and Tawnyhawk went to hunt at the Smoothstones. They discussed Rapidstar’s choice in deputy; Tawnyhawk proclaimed her faith in Rapidstar and agreed to help her and Nightwatcher however she could. They then ran into a cat named Sunstream, who wished to join RapidClan. After some questioning, Rapidstar agreed to allow him into her clan.

#warrior cats rp #iop wcrp #discord wcrp #weekly recap #week 1

[thegeminisage]

okay, there is no way i EVER would have figured out that droplet thing on my own. unreal lol

omg yona and sidon are chatting..............this oughta be good

he calls her lady yona and she calls him sidon and darling. he's such a stiff lol

WHY IS HE HOLDING BACK.......

cliffhanger!! a sludgy like-like. this literally is just mario sunshine

"i must ask you to fight at my side once more" SAY NO MORE BESTIE.............

MOTHERFUCKER ATE MY BOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >:( >:( >:( oh im PISSED

TWICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

well. it killed me. rip

GOT HIM. jesus fucking christ

awww sidon's relief that she's okay. bud.

oh 🥺 he's afraid to leave his post because he doesn't want anyone else to die like mipha.................wtf even 100+ years later that's still haunting him :( buddy :(((

wait i wasnt sure about her at first but i'm coming around i think. she's giving him shit for getting so caught up in his fear that he wont go help link solve crimes lol

and NOW he calls her yona

HIS GLEAMING SMILE <3

SIDON MAKING THE WHIRLPOOL oh man that's so cool

smh this game was only ever missing underwater exploration............maybe next time...................................

oh? water levels? im twirling my hair rn

idk why im so excited. this is the exact shit that makes oot's water temple one of the hardest dungeons of all time

man this place is cool as hell. wtf

wait a second.

the ancestors, those sages...are they voiced by the same people who voiced the original champions?? revali for the rito sage, mipha for the zora sage, and so on. i normally have a good ear for voices but the ones in breath of the wild / tears of the kingdom are harder to me for some reason lol

WHOAAAA GRAVITY IS FUCKED UP UP HERE..........

sidon just got back into teamwork w link and now he wants to split up PFFFFFFT

oh i LOVE riding these water things. very fucking cool. doesnt beat bouncing on the boats amidst a tempest, but still

AH the jumpy place from the trailer...

holy fuck when i jumped while climbing a wall i went 600000 feet. this rules

omg a zonai fire hydrant. LITERALLY mario sunshine

oh i don't think i take fall damage up here!! neat

i see a roblox guy i could fight, or do a shrine, or kep going with these birds...i am too sleepy for all 3 choices, sadly. i have work in the morning so i have to quit >:(

#personal #loz blogging #totk lb #totk spoilers #after i finish this zora stuff im gonna go back and do some dicking around. i dont wanna dot he story too quickly

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naruto blogging part 5: i watched filler anime

people give konoha shit for the lack of care orphaned naruto recieved and rightfully so but like given what happens to the other orphans in this world, oh yeah naruto got pampered. the rest of the parentless children got kidnapped and tortured in human experiments for orochimaru, became disposable tools of the state like kabuto, or ended up in root aka all the above

danzo tries to assassinate hiruzen and hiruzen goes "that's ok keep doing what you're doing we need you", not to mention he knows that danzo is connected to the kidnapping and experimentation on newborns.

filler writers need to get their act together also kakashi is like 17 here (3 years post orochimaru, when tenzo was 10 now 13, 4 year old naruto) why are they still using the 11 year old's voice actor. i mean this isn't as bad as 5 year old itachi having the adult voice actor but still.

they left yukimi to wander the woods alone??? she's got no money, no family, and no protection. she's 10. it contradicts the timeline since its said in the manga that kinoe was discovered after orochimaru left the village. yeah that was one of the worst lies to tell danzo, really could have said kakashi was stronger and the whole place filled with poison gas so you decided to flee. in front of danzo having been found out to have sabotaged a mission is like the worst time to discover teenage rebellion and budding sense of individuality.

damn hiruzen's hair went from brown to white in 3 years (itachi joined at 11, kakashi is 9 years older than itachi, ~3 years older than tenzo, 14 years older than naruto).

itachi's lived off of food pills since he was 11. this is why he's short. jumping down and revealing yourselves just negates the surprise attack you could have launched. and baby sasuke got a new voice actor.

starting to think that if i lived in konoha (well i'd probably be dead lets be real, but) i'd incite a coup just to pressure hiruzen into fixing uchiha relations instead of his staunch policy of doing nothing and ignoring problems hoping they go away on their own, hey maybe i'd even get some representative government out of this instead of the military dictatorship konoha currently has.

hmm in the anime it was danzo alone that gave itachi the order to kill all the uchiha while in the manga it was all the council that participated in the discussion and then outvoted hiruzen. i like the manga better it gives more weight if it wasn't just danzo but also the hokage that gave the order, like itachi was under so much more pressure in the manga.

one of the contrasts between danzo and hiruzen was that danzo viewed the uchiha as an enemy to do damage control against. hiruzen saw the uchiha as part of konoha and believed that even if he sat on his ass and did nothing about the escalating tensions and imminent coup it'd all work out in the end on its own no need for him to life a finger.

post uchiha massacre hiruzen "danzo, im stripping you of power and dissolving root and your anbu" and then hiruzen didn't really do anything to stop danzo given how in shippuden danzo's still commanding root and messing with politics

hmm kakashi was about 23 when he started being given genin teams. he sent teams back to the academy over the next 3 years. kakshi's been depressed since he was like 6 and it ended up being team 7 that brought him out of that.

anime kakashi's genin teams probably could have been taught teamwork like i think their teamwork could have been salvageable, but he wanted them to be able to figure it out themselves. he let his own trauma color his perception too much. he's a failure of a teacher i thought this too with team 7 like minus the tree climbing kakashi didn't team them how to be a ninja he just expected them all to figure it out themselves and he's just lucky that naruto and sasuke thrive in that environment and that all 3 of them are pretty smart. like he didn't try to cultivate sakura's genjutsu talent or teach naruto anything.

hiruzen: i put sakura on team 7 so that the boys could compete over a gir. sasuke: proceeds to ignore sakuras existence. naruto: proceeds to become obsessed over sasuke. to have faith things will work and and wait for it, hiruzen that's how the uchiha massacre happened.

3rd ninja war really was the pits huh kakashi graduated academy at 5 and made chunin at 6 imagine taking orders from a 6 year old. and then jounin at 12 konoha was really shoving kids through the system as fast as possible. obito and rin were 9 and 11. hmm wiki says obito rin and kakashi were academy classmates but if they graduated the same year then there should be an age difference. yet their gaiden ages are 12-13 and kakashi and obito are the same age in shippuden. i guess they started the academy at around the same age. kakashi graduated early and we dont know what happened to him until 3-4 years later when rin and obito made genin. but kakashi would have already been chuunin so why put him on a new genin team? eh let's be real the real answer is that kishimoto didn't think the timeline through. he just wanted a kid genius character too look impressive. kakashi made a lot of progress as a kid and then flatlined as an adult. and team minato was really dysfunctional and a bunch of 12 year olds and they got sent to the frontlines on a critical sabotage mission. wow konoha is desperate.

i feel so bad for tenten. kishimoto did her dirty. girl with 10 million weapons is a great character concept. imagine if she learned to use 8 swords at once like B or if she could telepathically control weapons and have like 5 swords fly at people or if she added an elemental release like lightning to her weapons to make them unblockable. and kishimoto does nothing with her.

shippuden 455 was really good and then 456 is just bad. like they took down the mizukage but didn't take him along to get extracted and tobi wasnt there to genjutsu him

#naruto

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Not As It Seems - Chapter 3

(This was not peer-reviewed, my accomplice was tired haha)

Silence looms around the house, broken only by the woosh of broom against tile floor or the clink of dishes against one another. The wheeze of an old man, laid in bed and frail with sickness. Silence is easier to focus on. Morning chores, the continuous task list and soothing repetition of folding, washing, lifting, unpacking. Thomas preferred silence to thought. 

Father coughs again from the back bedroom, making Thomas pause as he listens to make sure it subsides. He continues washing the plate in his hands and settling back into the sounds of housework once more. The nurse helping Father hums, and the gentle sound adds to the comfort Thomas feels in his work. She's humming an old love song Thomas can't quite remember by name, breathing life into the little apartment. Having her help has improved Thomas' mental health in a plethora of ways, especially now that he can leave his father with her and go to work. Mornings, by extension, are also easier with her presence, as her bathing and dressing and feeding Father meant Thomas could get ready for work, make breakfast, do some dishes, and sweep up spilled litter from Tally’s litter box. Routine-- a soothing, calming process of action that was easy to get lost in. 

Drying his hands, Thomas sighed. It was time to go to work, therefore it was time to put on the face kept in the jar by the door and pretend that he was calm, confident, and put-together. It was his very first day, and first impressions meant everything. She shouldered on his coat, he mustered a smile as the nurse pushed Father into the dining room to feed him breakfast-- over-easy eggs on toast, just like Papa always liked. “Thank you again, Sally.” The young man said, picking up his computer bag. “Of course, Tommy. Now have a good day, and don’t be late!”

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David loved working with the interns. As a manager, it was his job to welcome and train the newbies, making sure they settled in and found their place among the ranks. Watching them slowly meld into the company was a pleasure he’d always enjoyed, and he loved seeing what new ideas they brought with them. Of course that meant that he was excited to see a new folder on his desk. 

“Thomas McCormick, aged 21, highschool diploma and certificate for software engineering, experience with organization, microsoft office, and teamwork…”

Thomas, hey? How exciting. David pulled up a new tab on his laptop and searched the name, finding a very intricately put together linkedin and…. A surprising lack of social media for a boy his age. A knock startled David, and he stood, with a hurried “Come on in!”

Thomas was a very tall boy in person. Gangly and lean, with pale skin and dark bags under his amber eyes. His confident smile was quite striking, especially because David felt like he’d seen it before; the crinkle at the corner of his eyes and the lop-sided shape of his lips familiar in a way the man couldn’t place. All the same, the soft smile made David suddenly feel quite protective of the younger man, taking in the rigidity of his posture and the nervousness in his smiling eyes. 

“Thomas, right? Good, I’m David Agrawal. It’s good to meet you, man.” He reached his hand over the desk, and Thomas stepped forward, clasping his hand firmly and giving it a solid shake. 

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Agrawal.” An American Accent. Interesting. 

“No need for all that, bud. Things are pretty casual around here. How about we get to know each other, hey?” He gestured to the seat behind Thomas, and he sat down. 

“Yeah, sure, that would be great. Uh- Thank you, Mr.-- er, David.”

“Now, let’s start nice and easy. Where are you from?”

“Uh- My dad and I just moved here. I got a job here at the company and we decided to move overseas and start over.” Thomas fiddled with the edge of his sleeves, his knee bouncing next to his chair. 

“Just you and dear old dad, huh? Did he find a job here too?” “No, sir. He’s… pretty old.” 

“I see. And your mom?”

“He never got married.” Thomas’ voice got smaller and smaller with each question, like he wasn’t comfortable with giving this information. David changed tact. 

“It says in your resume that you got a certificate for software engineering, are you thinking about going to college?”

He was met with a long beat of silence, before the boy shifted. “I don’t know.”

“That’s alright.” David nodded, sensing the tension thicken. Boy, this kid needed to breathe. This would be a long couple of hours….

By the end of the tiny introductory interview, the tour, and assigning Thomas a few projects to get started on, David had forgotten all about the coffee sitting by his desktop. He reached over, bumping his mouse and waking his monitor from its hibernation. Glancing over at it, he almost missed the fifth hit on Google search-- “Thomas McCormick, aged 18, found dead in Larimer Country, Colorado following a 4 month search for the missing teen beginning in May of 2019…” Intrigued, David clicked on the news article. 

And beside it, a picture of Thomas laughing with a woman with graying hair and a very healthy-looking man on the beach looked back at him. And not only did it look like Thomas did have a mother and a healthy father, but he was smiling in a way the Thomas he had met today hadn't been, all teeth and with wide eyes.

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Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or a few), and share it! Then tag people! (If you don't have 10, that's okee! Just post what you can! <3)

of Sages & Warriors, Chapter 1:

In her normal voice, the girl answered, “The cat shrugged modestly.” The girl then adjusted her voice in such a way that Tikki was hit with deep-set nostalgia. “Oh, whatever scraps you have leftover. I don’t mind.”

the heart is hard to translate / it has a language of its own, Chapter 4

Gajeel blinked again. At his confused stare, Makarov continued, “You can argue. You can stand up for yourself against me. You don’t have to fit a mold to receive help. I want you to be the best you that you choose to be. So, if you choose to argue me on that, argue.”

Gajeel tilted his head slowly, slumping in his chair. “I...I don’t know how to. Well...how to without trying to hurt someone.”

Ganzhyllsyn's 4 Steps to a Heist

“How am I not anxious? My secret is that I’m anxious about everything, but...I always remember that you guys are with me. Where people go as one, there is life. And life is beautiful and chaotic, but...in teamwork, of all us working together, there’s hope.”

Not Understanding, But Maybe Recognition

“Druid. What are you doing?”

She looked over her shoulder, then up over her shoulder at the Unseelie King. “Making jam,” she answered simply.

He inhaled slowly, approaching her from the side with smooth, even steps and then leaned against the counter, looking down at her with an eyebrow raised. “Why are you making something you cannot eat?”

“Because this is a larger story than me,” she paraphrased him neatly as if she had kept his words to her side like a scarf rather than a ghost.

Day 18: Panglossian

Minifillia smiled softly as if realizing the punchline to a joke Fana had just told. “That and you care, right?”

Fana laid back on her bedroll. “I care way too much, kid.”

Do Something Crazy, Chapter 2

She exited the tall grass and Kukui walked up to her, whispering, “What-” Jolene held up three fingers and silently counted down with them. Then there was a quiet, rhythmic stridulation from behind Jolene. She turned, smirking at the little Grubbin out of its hole.

“Hey, itty bitty, what’re you doing so far out of your hidey-hole?” she asked as it scrambled over to her. It climbed up her pant leg, settling itself in an empty large pocket. “You wanna hitch a ride?” It stridulated again, poking its head out of the pocket. “You wanna make it official?” she asked, taking out a Pokéball. She lowered the ball down to it and it poked it with its mandible. The ball opened and in the Grubbin went. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tock.

Jolene smirked at Kukui. “See?”

He blinked at her, looking a thousand miles away. She frowned and snapped her fingers, making him jump. “Sorry, I was just...lost in thought. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen anyone handle a bug type that well.”

“Bad thoughts or good ones?” she asked, letting the Grubbin back out and letting it nestle in its chosen pocket.

“Nostalgic ones,” Kukui answered. “When I was a boy, I went on the island challenge with a friend who favored bug types himself. You remind me of him a lot.”

Rooftop Romance, Chapter 1

You give a small shrug. “Don’t like that sort of thing in my city.”

“Sure, but you didn’t have to walk her all the way home,” he replies. “Could’ve just beat the guy up and then left her there.” He lands, eying you thoughtfully. “You didn’t have to make her feel safe.”

Stretching with a mock laziness, you shrug. “I’ve been her.” Perfect answer: suitably cryptic enough to be true and not give him much to work with. You roll your shoulders back, tilting your head. “I’m surprised.”

“About what?”

“That you haven’t tried to arrest me yet.”

He blinks, remembering who you are and who he is.

Guardian, Chapter 2

“Did you really try to Black Knight your way out of being injured?”

Teth-Adam tilted his head, momentarily confused. The woman from the office dramatically recited, “‘Tis but a scratch!”

“Ah, Monty Python,” Teth-Adam replied. “I suppose I did attempt to explain away my injuries by saying they were not as bad as they appeared, but Aryeh was as stubborn as I was. A familial trait.” He tilted his head to the left and caught another pen.

Fall in Line

She drags you along a line. “You weren’t made to fall in line?” She pulls your leash and you cry out as the metal in your collar digs into your neck. “Look at how wrong you were, puppy. Walking down a line like a good show dog.”

You walk down the painted line, following her and holding back tears, but only barely. Your neck stung. But you kept your hands at your side and you followed.

“Say it for me,” she stopped, the pressure on your neck alleviating. She looked at you with a pretty smile. “Say what you are.”

“I’m...I’m a good dog.” You feel nauseous from her satisfaction. “I follow orders. I was made to fall in line.”

Cold Front, Chapter 8

Theo’s eyes widened. “But-”

“Yeah,” Leonard replied, putting his hand down. “Some days, like today, I can agree with you. He was wrong, just like your bitch of a step-mom was wrong, and just like that toady old geezer was wrong.” He stood up. “You and me, we’re people that everyone always underestimated, tossed aside, and tried to control. That’s why we get along with the rest of the Rogues—we’re all the same way. Day by day, we’re gonna keep proving ‘em all wrong. We’ll start today by heating up that cold as fuck macaroni and cheese, having ourselves a nice lunch, and then icing your right shoulder since you dislocated that sucker.”

“Shit, really?” Theo asked, looking at her shoulder. “I could barely tell.”

“Yeah, you slept through me and Sam putting it back in. That was the second clue that you were fuckin’ exhausted.” Leonard stepped past her on the couch. He paused for a second, taking a step back to ruffle her hair. “What d’ya say, Theo? You ready to spite everyone who said you weren’t gonna be anything?”

She looked up at him, slowly grinning. “Fuck yeah.”

Leonard snorted, smirking. “That’s what I like to hear, kid.”

#grim writing things #i am a multifandom bitch who writes sassy motherfuckers who are all figuring out what the fuck hope means

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Nurturing Young Athletes: A Peek Inside the Preschool Sporting Team

In the vibrant world of preschool, where imagination runs wild and learning takes on myriad forms, the integration of sports plays a pivotal role in shaping young minds. While the notion of a preschool sporting team might conjure images of tiny athletes running around with oversized equipment, the reality is far more nuanced and enriching. Let's delve into this unique realm and explore the profound insights it offers into the development of young children.

Fostering Physical Literacy from the Start

At the heart of preschool sporting teams lies the noble aim of fostering physical literacy from the earliest age. Through carefully designed activities and games, children are introduced to fundamental movement skills such as running, jumping, throwing, and catching. These skills form the building blocks of physical competence, laying a solid foundation for a lifetime of active participation in sports and physical activities.

Teamwork and Social Development

While the preschool sporting team may lack the competitive intensity of its adult counterparts, it serves as a fertile ground for cultivating essential social skills and teamwork. Within this supportive environment, children learn to communicate, cooperate, and collaborate with their peers. They discover the joy of working together towards a common goal, celebrating each other's successes and offering a helping hand in times of need. These early experiences set the stage for positive social interactions both on and off the field.

Embracing Diversity and Inclusion

Preschool sporting teams embrace diversity in all its forms, welcoming children of various abilities, backgrounds, and interests. Here, every child is celebrated for their unique strengths, and inclusivity reigns supreme. Through inclusive practices and adaptive strategies, educators ensure that every child has the opportunity to participate and succeed, regardless of their individual challenges or differences. In doing so, they instill in young minds the values of empathy, acceptance, and respect for others.

Building Confidence and Resilience

Participation in a preschool sporting team provides children with numerous opportunities to build confidence and resilience. As they master new skills and overcome obstacles, they develop a sense of pride and self-assurance that transcends the boundaries of the sports field. They learn to embrace failure as a natural part of the learning process, understanding that setbacks are merely stepping stones on the path to success. Armed with this resilient mindset, they approach challenges with optimism and determination, confident in their ability to persevere.

Fostering a Lifelong Love of Physical Activity

Above all, the preschool sporting team plays a vital role in nurturing a lifelong love of physical activity. By making exercise fun, engaging, and accessible, educators ignite a passion for movement that endures far beyond the preschool years. Whether it's through structured sports games, imaginative play, or outdoor adventures, children learn to associate physical activity with joy and fulfillment, laying the groundwork for a healthy and active lifestyle in the years to come.

In conclusion, the preschool sporting team offers a rich tapestry of experiences that extends far beyond the realm of sports. It serves as a microcosm of the wider world, where children learn invaluable lessons about teamwork, resilience, diversity, and inclusion. Through thoughtful guidance and nurturing support, educators empower young athletes to reach their full potential, both on the field and in life. As we celebrate the achievements of these budding athletes, let us also recognize the profound impact of the preschool sporting team in shaping the leaders of tomorrow.