#my dad had to bribe me with tv time

[writersmorgue]

neti pots are great idk what little me's problem was

#i got sinus infections biweekly #until i got my adenoids out #so this is kind of nostalgic lolol #my dad had to bribe me with tv time #llyn is annoying #llyn is SICK B) #not bnha

[thermitetermite]

I return from the grave for one night only to post a Helluva Boss AU. Enjoy my delulu AU about a Christmas tree capitalist clown spider demon and his adopted cyborg clown son.

Also there is swearing and mentions of Fizzaroli's accident.

Mammon being a half decent step-dad AU

Mammon hears about Fizz much earlier though the grapevine (Paimon complaining to all royal demons about how his son got rid of all their shit bc of some clown kid)

Interested, he attends a show in disguise.

He finds that Fizz is good. Like, really good! Dollar signs start popping up in his head. Also the little bugger kind of reminds him of himself.

Immediately asks to buy Fizz from Cash Buckzo. He refuses at first because Fizz is his star but with strong negotiating tactics (money and threats) he caves.

Fizz is nervous about leaving his only home behind but is excited to be "adopted" by Mammon! His hero!

It's giving bought by One Direction vibes

At first Mammon was planning to just train him to be a child actor/clown, give him a TV show and pawn him off to someone to actually raise full-time. He wanted to be the convenient step-dad, not a full time parent!

That changed after the first couple nights with Fizz living in his mansion.

It started with Fizz handing him a red balloon horse.

"Alright, not bad kid, but can ya make a balloon unicorn?"

Fizz ran off to attempt to make it. That'll keep him busy for a few hours, guess that meant he could make some calls and... He was back already with the completed unicorn.

"Give me another!"

"Uh, alright ya little bugger, why dontcha make a Quevie?"

This back and forth happened for the next few hours, with Mammon judging the balloon animal, giving a few pointers when he messed up, and Fizz making the next animal he asked for.

Damn, this parenting shit is easy.

It eventually got so late that Fizz fell asleep on the couch trying to complete a kangaroo.

Sighing, Mammon picked Fizz up and carried him to the bedroom he hired someone to decorate. He tucked him into bed and finally after an entire day was able to make a call.

However, the first call he made wasn't to the networking company or his broadcasting station. Instead, it was to Lucifer, his self proclaimed best friend and a successful parent.

"What is it Mammon? Do you have any idea how late it is?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just had a quick question for ya. What do children eat? Cereal? Oats? Ice cream?"

Needless to say, Lucifer had a long talk with Mammon about how to raise a kid, stating it'd be hard work.

After hanging up and going to bed, Mammon had only one thought on his mind. To raise this kid better than any of the other Sins could. His boy would be talk of the town and the best clown in all of Hell.

That first week of parenting went about as well as you'd expect.

Mammon had the approach of being "The fun step-dad" which included eating candy for every meal, teaching him swear words and showing him how to do all the tricks he thought a capable child could do.

(These tricks may or may not have included tax evasion and driving)

Speaking of, Mammon insisted on bringing Fizzaroli everywhere. Including work.

"Mammon, sir, I'm sorry for filing the paperwork for the expansion of LooLoo Land wrong- is that a child?"

"Yeah, this is my boy. Look attem. Ain't he talented!" Cue Fizz hanging off one of his arms. "Whatdya think Fizzie? Should we keep or fire him?"

"Fire!"

"You heard the boy! Off withya, ya bloody cunt!"

"Bloody cunt!"

Mammon would belly laugh whenever Fizzaroli would copy his swearing or accent. When is children swearing NOT funny?

Mammon's definitely the type to have tons of pictures in his wallet of his kid. Fizzaroli does get a TV show, lots of interviews and the spotlight often but whenever someone asks Mammon about him he immediately opens the photo wallet.

(He would kill anyone who even touched it)

Of course he still has some of the Mammon-ness we know, bribing and pushing Fizz to do shows, acts, commercials and more, causing Fizz to start getting overwhelmed.

Then one day Fizz's accident happened (it's a canon event)

Mammon practically broke down Belphagor's door when he got the news Fizz was hurt, demanding his boy get the best treatment in Hell.

Mammon didn't sleep for the entire time Fizz was in that hospital bed, sitting beside him for days at a time just thinking about how he nearly lost him. He couldn't lose him.

When Fizz woke up/was stable, Mammon was there during his emotional moments. When Fizz asked if Mammon would replace him he scoffed.

"Fizzie, why would I replace you? You're in recovery right now. A break. Yer fans are dying to see that Fizzie face when you get outta here. You're more popular and more in demand than ever. You do the recoverin and I'll show you the huge profit we return."

Mammon to English translation: It's stupid to think I'll leave. You'll be able to return to the stage, I'll make sure of it. You'll get better and I'll be here with you.

Fizz eventually recovered but needed limbs so Mammon sent a request (demand) to the best mechanic in Hell, Asmodeus. If anyone could make limbs for his boy it'd be that rooster fuck.

Of course just because Mammon had faith in him didn't mean he wasn't picky in what he delivered.

"Can ya loop your arm like a bendy straw?"

"Uh, no."

"Then it's not good enough for you!"

Mammon practically sent Asmodeus a list of limb adjustments and upgrades that needed to be done every other week. All other times he had Fizzie trying all these different therapies, practicing with his limbs, and occasionally try doing a trick. (Not clown car driving after last time). Eventually he was mostly satisfied with the work and to celebrate "Ozzie not *HONK*-ing up" he started teaching Fizz how to play the guitar.

Cue a bit of a time skip of say 7 years.

Fizz has his hands in nearly every facet of entertainment. News, sports, cooking competitions (which he surprisingly sucked at), and of course comedy. Fizz didn't want to say it but doing so much had him tired, stressed, and anxious. He was doing this for Mammon, the person who gave him everything. He couldn't just let him down. He'd seen what happened to those that failed him. All those people who got fired for mistakes they made. He couldn't fail.

At the same time Mammon wants to get into the robot doll industry. Not sex dolls because he can't stand the thought of his (boy) brand being sold like that. Instead personal assistance robots that have all the features. It can make coffee, teach you yoga, be a parent, etc. but of course he needs the mechanical help of Asmodeus again.

Once again Fizz is taking trips to Lust to oversee the production of the robots. After 2 years of this the robots are completed (a huge financial success) and Fizz asks Mammon if he can stay with Ozzie.

Mammon is surprised but ok with it as long as he visits and does a show every now and again. Especially guest judging the Clown Pageant.

He doesn't realize Fizz and Oz have a thing until the Clown Pageant (his final one in canon)

Once it comes out, oh boy, Mammon goes full demon mode. Shit gets ugly. Mammon goes on his normal rant (minus the "raised you like the son I didn't want" part) and Fizz, unwaivering because he's seen this a million times, retorts back with all the anxiety Mammon caused. The acting and shows. How it weighed on him. How he was so scared of fucking something up and getting kicked out.

"I'd never kick you out! You're the crown jewel of my empire! My runt turned pick of the litta! I made you in my image! If I pushed you hard it was because you could be better! I raised you! You've got my training in your back pocket so I knew you could be a better clown than I ever was! All of this was for you!"

Eventually Mammon breaks down and asks why Asmodeus. He's worried about their relationship considering he's known Asmodeus since the beginning of hell.

"Why do you need to date him when you have my empire! If you need money, we have it! If you need companionship, we can buy it! If you need power we have that too! We built this empire! Your talent brought in a fortune and you've seen how to run the business! If you need your own power or your own space you can have it!"

"I'm not with him for any of those things! I know I have everything else here! But I love him Mammon! He takes care of me. He's kind, sweet, handsome, and supports me even on my roughest days. I love him."

"...he makes you feel safe?"

"Yes."

"He treats you good?"

"He treats me amazingly."

"You love him?"

"With all my heart."

"...ok."

"Ok?"

"I... Respect your decision. I'm going to make it about me but please bear with me. I know I haven't been the best at raising you. I can be overbearing. And clingy. And I pushed you to do a lot of things that were hard or uncomfortable or er... greedy. I haven't been the best influence on your life but I did my best and if I had to I'd do it all over again."

"Mam..."

"Up up up, let me finish ya little shit. You know I have a hard time letting go of things. And I was kidding myself when I thought I'd have ya forever. I forgot how fast ya implings grow up. I thought I could keep ya safe and smilin but I couldn't even do that right. The second most painful thing I experienced in my life was gettin kicked from heaven. The most was seein you in that hospital bed. I've been smotherin ya since. Yer my boy and I wanted better for ya. Thought I could protect ya if I pushed harder. Taught ya more. Did more shit with ya. But in the end you were always gonna have ta leave ta find a life of yer own.

Mammon paused, taking a familiar but heavily deflated remnant of a red horse balloon from under his hat

"I'm at least glad ya took somethin after me. Yer greedy like me and ya landed the best bachelor Hell has ta offer. I... I don't want to let ya go but... Ya need to do this. Live yer life kid, and live it better than me."

The fucking stadium was in tears (me too tbh)

Before Fizz could say anything (he was choking on his words) Mammon extended a card with his sigil on it.

"Remember I'm always here. Please... Call me if ya need me."

Fizz wrapped his robotic limbs around Mammon, bringing him in for a tight hug.

"I love you, Dad."

Mammon cried on that stage, hugging the son he always wanted.

#helluva boss #fizzarolli #fizzaroli helluva boss #fizzmodeus #fizzarozzie #helluva boss mammon #ooc mammon #i just wanted to make a universe where a clown son gets a good clown dad #someone needs to give helluva boss more good father figures #helluva boss asmodeus #sorry Fizzmodeus takes a bit of a back seat

[gennyanydots]

Do you want a skittle, Mommy?

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x f!reader

Part of the 'Spitfire' Universe

Can be read as a standalone but makes more sense if you've read some of the other stories.

Potty training started the moment your son Eli was even slightly interested in the potty. You definitely didn’t encourage Jake to convince him that peeing in the potty was the coolest thing ever and you definitely didn’t have the rest of the dagger squad tell him the same thing every time they saw him. So the moment Eli was interested you were throwing the family headfirst into potty training. He was two. It was time. And with a new baby on the way? Yeah you needed him out of diapers. Buying one size of diapers is enough. 

Potty training was easy at home. Being a stay at home mom was extremely helpful for potty training even with you being 7 months pregnant. A couple child size potties around the house and you were golden. You’re pretty sure Jake was a little jealous of his son’s toilet that sat right in front of the TV. You shut that down before Jake even thought to ask if he could also pee while watching football. 

Going out while potty training wasn’t really hard either, especially if you were out with your husband’s co-workers since there was always someone willing to run Eli to the bathroom. 

Your only potty training hiccup was when you had gone down to Texas for Thanksgiving this year…

Now you love Jake’s dad. Love him to pieces. He’s amazing. After all these years he’s been more your father than your actual father ever was. You couldn’t ask for a better grandfather for your son. He’s a wonderful Pop Pop to Eli and dotes on him every chance he has. Eli thinks he’s the best grandfather in the world(as long as Grandpa Mavvie isn’t in the room, then it’s a toss up to who at that exact moment is bribing him with the best stuff). You know living on a ranch in Texas is a different lifestyle than your own back in California, you just wish Pop Pop would have thought of that before teaching your son your least favorite new habit. 

“Mommy! I go potty!” you hear Eli call from the living room after the song playing on the tv was paused. 

You stop rinsing dishes and wipe your hands on the towel hanging from the oven door then head into the living room, “Okay buddy, let’s go potty. Maybe we could use the bathroom this time?” 

“Outside!” Eli yells while racing to the back door with your dog, Radar, chasing after his little legs. 

Ugh. Outside. Your son’s favorite bathroom. 

Potty training had been in full swing when you last went down to Texas for Thanksgiving. Jake’s parents were both on board to help potty training while you visited. Pop Pop had taken Eli for a walk around the ranch one afternoon while you were there  and showed your son how he can pee outside and since then outside has been your son’s favorite potty. Eli especially thinks it’s super cool that he and Radar now share a “bathroom”.

You’re very proud of Eli getting better and being able to hold it until he’s outside but you just wish with everything you are that he’d pee in a bathroom. A real bathroom. An inside bathroom. With a toilet. 

You sigh as you walk to the backdoor and push the door open enough for your son and dog to both race outside to pee. Thank goodness you bought a house with a privacy fence. You watch your son as he strips off his shorts to go pee then you turn and gently bang your head on the door frame. You have no idea how you’re supposed to stop this. Maybe you should get him one of those fake grass patches for dogs who are inside all day. 

“Sure hope you’re not hurting my best girl,” a voice from behind you says, causing you to jump and actually bump your forehead on the frame. 

You groan and rub your forehead, “I wasn’t until you scared me.” 

Jake fakes a pout as he walks over to you and from behind he wraps his arms under your baby bump and kisses your head then maneuvers you both so you’re facing outside, “I’m sorry, darlin’. I thought you heard me come into the house.” 

You shook your head, “Sure didn’t. You’d think someone as tall as you would make more noise.”

Jake chuckled, “I’m not Rooster but if you want me to lumber about I’ll sure try my hardest for you. Anything for you, darlin’.” 

You roll your eyes at your husband’s words, not that he can see, then close them reveling in your husband’s arms practically moaning as he lifted up on your belly to lift some of the pressure off your stomach. 

“That sounds more pornographic than when we…” 

You then hear a small voice call from your backyard cutting off his daddy’s sentence, “Daddy! Look! I’m peeing! Outside! Daddy! Look!” 

“I see you, Eli. Thanks for the update. I’m sure the neighbors all wanted to hear about your bathroom habits, son,” your husband calls back to your son who grins at his father as if this is his greatest accomplishment. Jake groans against your hair murmuring about how he hopes Mr. Andrews next door isn’t watering his garden right now.

“That’s your dad’s fault you know,” you say to Jake as you point at your son who is now chasing after your dog without putting his shorts back on, completely uncaring about the slight chill in the air. 

He grumbles, “Yeah, yeah, I know. And I’m trying to fix the damage he’s done. I've been asking around if anyone has any ideas on what to do.” 

“Any good ideas? I mean actually good ideas. I can only imagine the things that might come out of their mouths.”

Jake snickered then shrugged, “Phoenix suggested having him decorate his bathroom so maybe he would be excited to pee in there. Maybe go online and see if there's some Bluey bathroom items or something.”

You consider it for a moment, “Not a terrible idea. Grass can’t be hard to beat. And we all do love Bluey.” 

“No, I hope grass isn’t more exciting than Bluey. It’s Bluey!,” Jake says while softly swaying the two of you from side to side as you watch your two hooligans run around the backyard chasing after each other. “Payback said that his sister gave her daughter a treat every time she used the potty.”

“What kind of a treat?”

“Like a sticker, a skittle or an M&M something small like that,” Jake said as he continued to sway. 

“Bribing our son to use the bathroom? He would probably like that,” you reply. You don’t tend to give Eli candy often. Well you and Jake try not to. The rest of your extended family including the Dagger squad however don’t share those same ideas. You’ve caught Payback sneaking Eli gummy bears more than once saying he couldn’t resist those green puppy dog eyes of his. 

Jake nodded, “I figured. Picked up a giant bag of skittles on the way home from work. Thought we might as well try it.”

And so you did. Eli was excited to get a skittle every time he went to the bathroom. He loved getting to pick out all the fun new things for his Bluey/Spiderman/Plane bathroom. Jake loved to show off the bathroom retheme to his buddies which pleased Eli to no end because clearly if Wooster loved his new bathroom then it had to be the best bathroom in the world. 

You finally felt like you had a handle on this potty training thing until you went to today’s preschool story time at your local library. Eli loved going to the library so you tried to make it to every story time. 

You were a little apprehensive about this week’s story time already due to the word your son picked up from Fanboy recently when Fanboy made his feelings about Santa Claus known to everyone and said, “Fuck Santa!” due to not getting a toy he wanted. Last Christmas. When he was very much an adult. So now any time Santa is mentioned near Eli he announces to everyone listening, “Fuck Santa!” 

You may have mentioned this to the librarian last week and she made sure to pick out a Hanukkah book. Thank goodness. 

Afterwards, because you know not to tempt fate, you made sure to hit up the bathroom since the baby in your belly loved to play footsy with your bladder. 

After your son peed you made sure to give him his well deserved skittle and then after you used the bathroom, in his adorable little voice he asked you, “Do you want a skittle, mommy? You went potty all by yourself like me!”

You chuckled and got yourself one too. 

When you both stepped out of the stall a mom you didn’t know was washing her hands with her daughter.

She turned to you as you approached, “You know I didn’t have to bribe my daughter to be potty trained. Maybe your son just wasn’t ready. My daughter was potty trained in no time at all.”

You stood there for a second, flabbergasted. Who in their right mind would care that much to comment about another person’s child? 

You shook it off and made sure to smile at her, “You know I might give my son a skittle for using the bathroom because he clearly earned it but at least I’m never going to have to worry about my son being nasty to someone he doesn’t know.” 

From beside you came a little, “Yeah! If you jealous I got a skittle you can have one too. It’s nice to share.” 

The mom scoffed at you and picked up her daughter who whined at her mom for wanting a skittle as they walked out. 

You gave your son a giant kiss on the cheek for that before you helped him wash his hands. 

Later that evening when you told Jake he laughed and told you he wouldn’t be so lazy all of the time and wait to go to the bathroom if he got a skittle every time he went which Eli made sure to let his daddy know that if Jake wanted a skittle every time he went potty then he would be more than happy to share his skittles with him. Yeah, no doubt in your mind that your son isn’t going to be anything but the nicest boy in town forever.

#jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x female reader #hangman x f!reader #spitfire universe

[sirfrogsworth]

I just wanted to highlight this beautiful artwork that my good friend, Chis a.k.a. @whosthewhatnow created for me.

This drawing was inspired by this post about my dad and his animal magnetism.

If you don't recall, I said...

"I’ve always said I don’t believe in heaven but I do believe in dog heaven.

It is my hope FrogDad gets special permission to go there and hang with Otis, MacGyver, Reggie, and Buttons."

I also mentioned this in my eulogy...

I said that we had pet newts as children. However, when I went to look up pet newts, none of them looked like what we had. In fact, I couldn't find any lizards that looked like what we had. Perhaps they were some kind of lizard that was a popular pet in the 80s but fell out of favor with pet stores.

In any case, the mystery lizards are sneaking into Doggie Heaven.

And, of course, there is my dad's famous John Deere riding mower that he used to take Otis on countless walks.

And Chris included all of the beloved doggos of my childhood.

My first was a Welsh Corgi named Buttons.

She would walk me more than I walked her...

Then we adopted a Cairn Terrier named Reggie.

Reggie was found at an illegal breeding facility and rescued. He was kept in a cage nearly all of his life and it pained him to walk on hard surfaces for several months until his paws healed. We suspect he was abused by a large male, because he was terrified of my dad when we brought him home. He would run under the bed anytime my dad entered the room. This was probably the ultimate test of my dad's dog whispering powers. He slowly and patiently worked with Reggie, devising all kinds of creative trust exercises. He would lay on the floor with his belly exposed and start crying and acting sad. Trying to show Reggie he was harmless and pathetic and nothing to fear. And every time Reggie got close, my dad would bribe him with cheese.

And just like every other dog we've had, my dad won Reggie over and they became best friends. They were constant cuddle buddies.

No other large male could ever get close to Reggie. My dad ended up being the only one he would ever trust.

We felt Reggie could use a companion to help cure his trauma and depression and maybe help him socialize a little better.

So... we got a puppy!

My first ever experience with a puppy. He was a West Highland White Terrier--commonly referred to as a "Westie."

We wanted a name that paid respect to his Scottish heritage and we loved this popular show on the boob tube in which a man fixed things with chewing gum and a paperclip.

So I suggested we name him after that favorite TV hero...

Angus MacGyver!

Or "Mac" for short.

MacGyver was a bit like Otis 1.0. He was a tiny ball of energy. He loved to play. He was mischievous, but always cute about it, so he rarely got in trouble. Though he was not nearly as smart as Otis. If dogs could take IQ tests, Otis would have tested as a genius. I am embarrassed to admit how often I was outwitted by a hairy loaf with legs.

But MacGyver was just a normie. Not dumb. Not a genius.

Reggie didn't know what to do with a puppy at first. But once Mac grew up a little and calmed down a lot, they did end up being proper pupper pals.

Doggo dudes.

Canine cohorts.

Scottish scalawags.

Reggie mostly just sat at a distance as MacGyver did dumb things. Mac would get into trouble and when we caught him, Reggie would just stare at us like, "I was an impartial observer. I had no part in these shenanigans."

And last, but certainly not least... I think you all remember this troublemaker.

My dad was all cuddles and play time.

But my mom and Otis had a very special relationship as well. Otis would "help" my mom with her chores. They'd go from room to room and my mom would do her cleaning and dusting and vacuuming. And Otis would disrupt all of it--to her delight. She liked to talk to him like he was an adult human. She swore he could understand her. They'd just gab and clean.

Their antics doing chores together inspired one of my favorite Corg Life comics that Chris also drew.

So, thank you to Chris for always creating such beautiful things for me.

If you need any artwork, I highly recommend hiring him. He even does watercolor paintings.

Chris Gugliotti [ Facebook | Instagram | Tumblr ]

[finnbbl]

Hyunjin × M! Reader - Dancer AU I SMAU | Chapter 16

Ch. 16 - Begged to forget I Previous Chapter | Next Chapter I

I Story Masterlist I

Written: Yes

Smau: No

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol mention, anxiety

“Ow Lia!” You complained as she adjusted your outfit. “Hold still, gosh you are so hard to work with.” She spat at you harshly, causing you to roll your eyes. Not wanting to hear her complain, you sat still as she tightened your belt. “You know I am perfectly competent of dressing myself.” Turning your head slightly towards her, her eyes glance up and pierce into yours for a few mere seconds. “Relax, there.” Lia gave you a slight push towards the mirror. It was a simple outfit, nothing you were too mad about. “You’re gonna have so much fun, i’m glad you’re getting outside of your comfort zone.” You had briefly gotten lost as she started to speak, but quickly tuned back in. “I’m only doing this because Hyunjin bribed me.”

“That may or may not have been my idea.” You gave Lia a look. But before you could say anything, you suddenly got a text. Seeing it was from Mingyu, you started to grab your bag. “Oooo what’s the smile for?”

You hadn’t even noticed that you started smiling. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Responding as you slung your bag over your shoulder. “Pft yeah right, okay, anyways do you need a ride?” Lia found herself trying to engage in a conversation with you, however you hadn’t noticed. Too engrossed in a conversation on your phone, a smile lacing your face once again. Her final straw was when she had repeated the question, and you had yet to hear as only a small giggle escaped from your lips. “Y/N!”

Your body jumped slightly, “God Lia you don’t need to scream- hey!” She snatched your phone out of your hands. After a few seconds or so of her scrolling through your messages, she finally broke the silence. “Just date already.” Rolling her eyes as she shoved your phone to you. “What? Why would you say something like that?” Lia grabbed her bag. “Come on, you don’t see the way he looks at you?” Her question caught you off guard. “Uh no?”

“Well I see the way you look at him. You were just giggling over his texts two seconds ago.” All you did was scoff. “Whateverrr if you say so.” You hadn’t even considered that as a factor before. Sure he was always calling you pet names, but you never took it as anything more than platonic. “I was going to ask if you needed a ride, but I guess you got that covered.” She teased, throwing in a wink. “For the last time Lia, nothing is going to happen. Maybe you didn’t hear me the last fifty times that I wasn’t looking for a relationship.” Lia rolled her eyes. She could be so frustrating sometimes. You know she was only playing and looking out for you, but it got annoying when it was brought up every other day. “Fine fine, i’ll drop it. Now go! Go have fun.” You threw her a smile. “Thanks Lia.” The blonde embraced you in a hug before shoving you towards the door.

Your mind raced as you made your ways down the stairs of your house, only to be interrupted with the one thing you had forgotten to sort out. Your dad. “Shit..” You mumbled under your breath. He was currently watching TV with a beer in his hand. The couch and his back was turned away from the front door, it wouldn’t be impossible to sneak out. Hopefully he had enough alcohol in him to be completely unaware of his surroundings. If he wasn’t at his company, this man was always drunk or high off his ass.

You started to take a step as the odds of you getting by him successfully started to rise. You stopped in your tracks as you heard your dress shoe click against the wood floor. Freezing as your head jerked to the couch, making sure he didn’t hear. For once, him being an alcoholic had worked in your favor. You silently took off your shoes as you quickly made your way to the door. The minute you opened it you could see Mingyu’s car parked on the street in front of you. Glancing back before you shut the door as carefully as you could. You sighed of relief before making your way over to his car. Only when you got closer did you realize how nice it was. A smile fell upon your face as you admired it before opening the passenger door. “Hey y/n!” Mingyu greeted you cheerfully. “Hey,” You said back with a smile, shutting the door and putting your seat belt on. “You know Im glad you decided to tag along, I hope this helps you branch out a bit. You look great by the way.” You glanced down at your fingers in your lap, smiling to yourself at his compliment.

Although you struggled accepting praise for others, you thoroughly enjoyed it. Even if it didn’t happen often. “Well you ready?” You nodded, aimlessly tapping your fingers against your knees. A pit still remained at the bottom of your stomach, maybe it was the fact this is the first time you’ve snuck out. It wasn’t clear as to what was actually bothering you, but there was definitely something. “You okay?” Mingyu asked you as turned his blinker on, he could sense your uneasiness. “Oh, yeah yeah i’m fine. Don’t worry.” Thanking him with a small smile. Your eyes watched his moves as he drove, something about it was relaxing. It was definitely odd, however it helped ease your worries. “You know I’m always here if you need something, don’t hesitate if you ever wanna talk.” Was the last thing he said before deafening, but comforting silence took over.

Soon, you saw Mingyu pull into the driveway. As he searched for a parking spot, you could feel anxiety course through you. Your eyes darted around the scenery outside, the moon lighting up the yards of the rather expensive neighborhood that San seemed to live in. Unknowingly, your knee started to shake, letting your anxiety show. It wasn’t until someone’s hand found its way to your knee, applying a bit of pressure to hold it still. Your head whipped in the direction, there was Mingyu with his somehow reassuring gaze. “You’ll be okay, I’ll be right next to you the whole time if you need me to.” A smile found its way onto your smile. He started drawing small and light circles on your knee, as he continued to give out reassuring words.

Were those butterflies?

You couldn’t help but think to yourself as a once forgotten, but not new, feeling crept its way inside your stomach. Was it the way he cared for you? His charm? It could’ve even been his boldness when meeting you. He wasn’t afraid to show how he really was, you liked that about him. But there was no way you could let yourself fall or let anyone in. Only knowing you’d regret it later, you weren’t meant for love. It only ever ended in heart break and pain for you and the other person (mostly you). Pushing the thought to the back of your head, you quietly thanked him. “I appreciate the offer, but I’ll be okay. I don’t wanna hold you back from having fun.”

“Nonsense, I only decided to go because you did if I’m being honest.” You furrowed your eyebrows. But before you could say anything else about it, he spoke up. “Well are you ready?” As if there even was a point in asking that question he was already opening the door and getting out of the car. You did the same, getting a better view of the scenery around you. It was a calm and cool night, the gentle breeze nipping at your exposed fingertips that crept out from your long sleeve shirt. Giving it was nearing fall, you only expected it to get even colder. It wasn’t until you started to near the door did anxiety seep back into you. Hearing the loud music and seeing the excessive amount of cars that were parked on the street. You had begged that they were the neighbors.

*Knock knock knock*

You hadn’t even realized that you were standing in front of the door until knocking sounded. The door swung open, revealing San. “Hey! I’m glad you guys could make it.” San pulled Mingyu in for a hug, then moving over to you. “Come in, come in.” Mingyu could definitely sense the tension built up in your body. His hand resting gently on your back, guiding you as San led you two in proved that. It was reassuring. “Do you guys want anything to drink? We have plenty of options.”

“Sure, I’ll take something. Just surprise me.” Mingyu stated.

“Hey, watch it you’re my ride home.“ You said in a demanding, but not too serious tone.

“What, you think I can’t hold my alcohol?” His snarky response caused you to roll your eyes, it also earned a chuckle from San. “Well what about you? Do you want anything?”

“Uhh, no no i’m okay. I don’t drink.” You smiled lightly at San, making sure he knew you did however appreciate the offer. “Alright no worries, I can get you a bottle of water from upstairs if you want?” He proposed a second option as he began to make something for Mingyu, you had to say he was decently fast at it. Made you wonder if he’d worked as a bartender before. “That would be great actually, when you get a chance of course.” A lips turning into a small upward smile as you accepted his offer. “Awesome, I’ll go get that now.”

As San disappeared upstairs, you suddenly heard your name from across the room. “Y/N!” Of course, this caught your attention and it turned out to be Hyunjin. “Hey Hyunjin!” The male made his way over next to you and Mingyu, who was now just observing the conversations.

“I’m happy you made it tonight.”

“You mean your happy your bribe worked right?”

“Yeah yeah whatever, you guys should come sit over here.” He pointed over to where he was sitting, most of the faces you had recognized. Whether they were an idol you had befriended or not, it felt comforting knowing that at least it wasn’t a complete stranger to you. “Uhm sure, if Mingyu wants to that is.” You turned to look at him, not wanting to leave him behind. “Hey, I’m down for anything.” A chuckle following his sentence. Next thing you knew, you two were sitting on the couch, not long after San had returned with both of your drinks.

Hyunjin began to introduce you to the few people you hadn’t met before. “Ahh Y/N yeah, i’ve heard about you. You’re a sick dancer man.” Said a guy you had learned to be Hongjoong. Yes even though you rehearsed and performed with ATEEZ, names and faces were all a blur except for San’s. That was only because he was the one to befriend you. "Thank you, I really do appreciate it.” You smiled at the group’s leader. Briefly were the others introduced. No one had really caught your eye, that was except for one.

Wooyoung.

You couldn’t quite figure out where you’ve met him before. It had been bugging you in the back of your mind ever since the performance. You had definitely at least talked to him before, and it wasn’t at a rehearsal. In fact, the only one you could remember talking to was San. Assuming you were just going crazy, you decided to do your best to forget about him. It was only going to spike your anxiety which had just started to calm down.

An hour or so passed, when you noticed it was becoming quite noisy in the area. It could be the alcohol in everyone’s system, even Hyunjin was getting loud. Everyone except for Mingyu, who had also began to grow irritated by the noise. “You wanna step away to the kitchen for a second? It’s quite loud in here.” Only turning to him and nodding as he grabbed your wrist and led you through the small crowd of people to the kitchen. You sighed, “Thank you.. Not to sound like a baby but it was starting to get to me.” The both of you chuckled before he reassured you. “Nah don’t worry, I was starting to feel the same way.”

Before you guys could continue your conversation, the door swung open and sounded a loud voice. A way too familiar voice, one you’d never forget. Your heart stopped as you could hear San’s voice and footsteps as he welcomed the guy into the house. “Nice little hangout San, haven’t seen you since we roomed together.” As if you weren’t already sure of who it was, you turned your head to the door to be met with a face you’d not seen in a year. One that haunted you, one you had begged to never see again.

Choi Yeonjun.

More anxiety coursed through your veins, preventing you from even moving. You were frozen, your anxiety hadn’t been this bad in a while. You swallowed nervously, unable to tear your eyes way from him as much as you wanted to. All you wanted to do was run the other direction, away from him. However that was impossible. Trapped, even if you left now the only way out was through that front door. You hadn’t even noticed the calling out of your name that Mingyu was doing. You were sure there were definitely red marks on your hands from how hard you dug your nails into your palms as your fists clenched tighter and tighter. Doing whatever it took to ease the anxiousness.

“Y/N!” Mingyu said rather loud, catching the attention of a few people. Although the house was nice, it wasn’t that big. So of course the entire neighborhood population heard. Your head jerked to look at him. “Are you alright?” Your eyes full of fear before you cleared your throat and shook your head. “Y-Yeah I’m..” Unable to finish your sentence as the idea that he may have accidentally caught Yeonjun’s attention crossed your mind. You looked over back to the door. San, and of course Yeonjun, who now had a devilish smirk and an evil look in his eye. They both were looking at you. Yeonjun’s gaze was one that sent a wave of fear through your body every time you made even the slightest bit of eye contact with him. It was one you tried to rid your mind of, however it had only been a year so it wasn’t easy. His glare of fury still burned into your skull.

“Ahh Y/N, haven’t seen you in a while.” He walked over to you, playing everything as normal. Your body tensed as he had suddenly put his arm around your shoulder as if it were just a friendly gesture. Outside it may seem that way, but you both knew. Yeonjun had a motive, you knew he had something up his sleeve. Especially with how nasty things ended between you two the previous year. It wasn’t hard to tell that all eyes were on you two. San, Hyunjin, Mingyu, everyone was looking at you.

You knew this sense of happiness couldn’t last forever…

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[aihoshiino]

"On the trip to sample the new orange sweets, she stunned everyone. With a dead straight face, she went, 'Oh, this tastes like oranges!' That's a whole other level of airheadedness."

Thinking about this part of Spica and between this and the burger wrapper part in Viewpoint B, I feel like a lot of what they call Ai being an "airhead" is just... her not being treated well as a kid. Like not getting to try orange sweets, never getting taught how to eat a burger 🥺

YEAH IT'S SO MISERABLE... There's a lot of moments on OnK like that of Ai being flawed and human and people treating it like some bizarre 4D chess move on her part - they're so obsessed with the ideal image of her as a flawless idol that even when she does, in fact, display even the most harmless flaws, people have to explain them away as something she was doing on purpose and was in full control of the whole time.

But it's just like you said - a lot of this stuff is the result of Ai being so severely neglected as a child that she basically had to teach herself how to be a person from scratch. She lacks "common sense" because a lot of what we call common sense is passed down to us by our peers and guardians and Ai didn't have anybody to do that for her. I've said this before but this is quite literally and explicitly why she dies - nobody ever taught her what a door chain was or why she should engage it because making sure she was safe in her own home was not on anyone's list of priorities.

Something that's interesting when you start lining a lot of this stuff up side by side though is how often the topic of food comes up in relation to Ai. There's the two instances you've pointed out but it reoccurs so often it's really hard for me to not read it as an intentional theme: there's the horrific incident of Ayumi putting glass in Ai's food as a child, Saitou bribing her with a fancy drink to talk to him when they first meet, Ai being so enamored with the free food at the TV drama shoot that we get multiple moments of her gushing about it and that mention in the Da Vinci interview of her dad. That last one always really stands out to me because not only is it really kind of pathetically sad that Ai's happiest childhood memory something as mundane as "my dad took me grocery shopping once" but the food she specifically mentions he bought for her is natto which like... it's one of those foods that is stereotyped as something kids hate to eat so it's very [discord thinking emoji] inducing that it's what her dad got her. Obviously this could just have been what Ai herself wanted to eat but even if that's the case, it still feels like it echoes that sense of, as you said, Ai not being allowed to be a kid - even to the extent of the people around her not accommodating for her having a child's palate when they fed her.

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting #ai hoshino #onk asks

[morallyinept]

A full transcribe of JAVIER PEÑA'S dialogue/lines from the TV show NARCOS.

S3/E1 - THE KINGPIN STRATEGY

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

Congratulations, Danny. 

(In Spanish) Congratulations. 

The last time I saw Danny, he was riding a big wheel down the sidewalk. 

Hey, Luis. 

Thanks, Luis. Have a good night. 

Hola, Paco. 

(In Spanish) Everyone in Laredo is at this thing. 

Be right back, Pops. 

Hey, Lorraine. 

I had some time off. 

Actually, I’m… uh… I’m trying to quit. Doing the Nicorette thing. 

Listen, Lorraine… I just wanted to say I’ve thought about things… and I'm real sorry about all of it. 

I know what I did. I was, urm… It was wrong. 

Randy. How are ya?

Yeah, I just… I wanted to say hi. 

__________________

I’m not a hero. 

(In Spanish) Dad, I don’t know. It got ugly. 

It was right here, wasn’t it? The last time we had this conversation. 

Nope. 

Cali. 

__________________

Gracias. 

__________________

(Narration) I’m not a hero. There were some in the hunt for Escobar. A lot, actually. But it’s tough to see them through all the blood. To kill a monster, sometimes you have to get in bed with other monsters. If that surprises you, pick up a history book. It’s what we do. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, until he becomes my enemy again. When that happens, God help them. The day Pablo went down, the Cali Cartel became public enemy number one. And the fact that they helped us bring him down didn’t mean shit. 

(Narration) And that’s exactly what happened. While the whole world was focused on Escobar, Cali’s operations had grown exponentially. Differing from their rival in every possible way. Where Pablo sought the love and protection of the masses of Medellín, these guys rubbed shoulders with Colombia’s elite and called themselves “the Gentlemen of Cali.” And whereas Escobar craved the spotlight, these guys stayed in the shadows, perfecting the game, building complex smuggling and distribution networks through Mexico, Europe and the Far East, without leaving so much as a fingerprint. 

(Narration) Even the people working for them didn’t know it was Cali coke they were moving. It was fucking Cocaine Incorporated. And they ran it like a Fortune 500 company. So, without further ado, meet the management team of the Cali Cartel: Pacho Herrera, head of distribution and security. He led a team of young psychopaths who would do anything he asked. Chepe Santacruz-Londoño. Grew up with the Rodríguez brothers. He was in charge of U.S. operations and responsible for Cali’s crown jewel: New York City. He actually lived there, under an assumed name, of course. 

(Narration) Cartel’s number two was operations chief: Miguel Rodríguez. Miguel watched over all the money coming in, and what bribes they were paying out. And last but not least, cartel CEO, the man with the plan: Gilberto Rodríguez. They called him the Chess Player, because he was always one move ahead. They were the pinnacle of trafficking evolution. Apex drug dealers. And being number two allowed them to quietly grow into the biggest cocaine cartel in history. Except now, that was over. Now that the guy that occupied our attention was gone, they were number one with a fucking bullet. And there was no chess move that would get them out of it. But I was looking forward to seeing them try.  

__________________

Tell me what you do again?

I drive myself. 

Never met him. 

(Narration) Just because we’d been focused on Escobar the past few years, didn’t mean we were completely ignoring the Cali godfathers. 

I want updates on Duffy and Lopez on where we’re at with Cornerstone ASAP. 

I don’t want summaries. Where’s everything else?

(Narration) We had agents on them the whole time. Good agents. And recently, we had gotten lucky. 

You got some kind of medical condition?

(Narration) The latest break in the case against Cali came from a joint Customs-DEA operation called Cornerstone. And it put a lot of mid-level Cali guys behind bars in the States. And while they weren’t eager to help us, you could always count on some poor relative in Colombia, who would do whatever it takes to get their brother or son back home. And if that sounds harsh, that’s because it is. The DEA doesn’t fuck around. 

__________________

Hot. 

Yeah, well, I guess they couldn’t wait to get rid of me. Sir, this operation in Miami, Cornerstone, shook some leads loose. Could be a break on Cali. 

No, but it put an asset in play. Could shed some light on their next move. 

Sir, the uh, the CIA station chief… he and I have history. I’m hoping it won't be an issue moving forward. 

I’m not sure I share your confidence. 

__________________

Stoddard! 

__________________

(In Spanish) Whiskey. Dry.

I’m good. Thanks. 

__________________

You signed off on me coming back to Bogotá.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? 

Oh, come on. You don't care about American streets or dead Colombians. 

So… what’s the play?

And these fucking guys walk?

So, what the fuck do you need me for?

And that’s enough for you?

__________________

(Narration) Turns out that break from Cornerstone wasn't much of a break. Cali spent a billion dollars a year on payoffs. That’s “billion,” with a B. Which bought eyes and ears everywhere. Anyone visiting Cali was ID’d and background checked before they put their bags down. Walk into a police station, they know about it. Get into a taxi, they know. Make a phone call, forget it. They basically own the fucking phone company. Operators were told to pay close attention to calls that came from places of interest, like, say, the U.S. Embassy in Bogotá. Get a call from them… you got flagged. And from that point on, they were on you. It was like the Soviet Union with nice weather. Even called it the Cali KGB. 

__________________

(Narration) When Pablo Escobar killed you, he wanted everyone to know about it. But the Gentlemen of Cali… they did that differently too. They wrapped your body with chicken wire and dumped you in the Cauca River. When you bloated and your body expanded, the wire cut you into little pieces… for fish food. Not very “gentlemanly,” but it did the trick. And that’s all they wanted. You and whatever your beef with them was… vanished. Forever. No body, no crime. No murder statistics, no problem. I suppose that’s for the best. It makes it easier to look the other way. To let them fucking slide. To pretend that these guys weren’t just as evil as the guy that came before them. And to a country that had seen enough of the drug war… maybe that worked for Colombia. It certainly worked for the Cali Godfathers. Because God forbid anyone thinks they’re the bad guys. 

__________________

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

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[bengiyo]

Ossan's Love Returns Ep 4 Stray Thoughts

Last time, Kurosawa committed to his role of mother-in-law and immediately ran into a scare that both Haruta and Maki were having affairs, Haruta with Izumi and Maki with Takegawa. Takegawa is worried about aging alone, and took his final shot with Maki. Izumi randomly kissed Haruta, so Kurosawa used his cleaning job to get a peak inside their house. However, because he is a professional, he did not open the forbidden doors to see the money and guns. We had an incredibly emotional scene where Kurosawa expressed how he's tied his happiness to the boys', who when had a necessary conversation that featured the cotton candy from the movie (shout-out to @twig-tea for pointing that out). We left at Haruta noticing his picture in Izumi's locket.

If this Akito is a dead doppelganger...

It is so important to me that Haruta and Maki are flirting over the dishes as they talk about upcoming events in their lives. So glad Haruta is stepping up his household chores participation like he said he would.

OG fans have earned a cute shopping date for Haruta and Maki after all these years.

Choko runs this dojo! Good for her! I love the way she treats Izumi. I hope I don't have to nate him.

THEY'RE AT A RESTAURANT CALLED MOONLIGHT CHICKEN. THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL.

EARTH AND MIX!!!!!

Like, this is actually a huge deal that Moonlight Chicken is here. This is TV Asahi acknowledging how popular that must have been, and MLC is more of a gay family drama than a BL, not unlike Ossan's Love.

I also love the idea that Jim and Wen went to Japan after Li Ming moved to America. Jim and Wen could have witnessed a DISPATCH 👍 moment.

Maki speaking Thai feels like a really huge acknowledgement of Thai contributions to the genre.

Episode 4: I Can't Go Home Until I Wipe Your Butt

I'm so excited to see Haruta have to fill this role because Maki is unavailable.

It's so restorative to see Maki and Haruta so comfortable with kissing that they tease about it now.

There right, Kurosawa, stay suspicious.

Now this Kuki dude is receiving ominous coded messages. WTF.

Okay, I like Kurosawa hesitating and looking around. I'll let him take a bite behind Haruta. He's doing his best. He can have this.

Takegawa really went on this dating show. Amazing.

Ope! Name is the episode! Finish your drinks!

Well, they are cops, and this is tragic.

I love that none of them have taken Kiku's bribes.

I'm glad Izumi's advice worked out and Papa Maki opened up a bit. Haruta is so open with his feelings that he'll say plainly that he's excited to gain a dad even as they tease Ryota a little bit.

CHIEF!!!!

Only Haruta would cheer about being able to wipe someone else's shit.

I really like the pacing of this softening between Maki and Kurosawa. I love how the professional relationships of the first season are all maturing into something more.

Oh damn next episode looks dramatic.

This show continues to be excellent. I'm so sorry that I've only recently come to this series. I could have had this in my heart alongside WDYEY for years. This new season is so gentle to us. They give us so much physical intimacy and domesticity between Maki and Haruta. They really feel like they're building a home together.

#Ben watches #ossan's love #ossan's love returns #Japanese BL #bl series

[nicktremblaywayfu]

Write me some Coyle stuff pls. Him being a stupid idiot. Eating some hamburger and having a secret food stash. Then get caught red handed and being an asshole. I love your job as always, and the hunter x Coyle is good. Anyway, I need more coyle , I'm horny.

Hello pen since im a responsible adult with job, im definitely not doing this in the middle of work time. anyway.

Coyle headcanon lists : Favorite food and daily life

(Warning : Not nsfw, but it has hint of 18+ content. This is Outlast anyway, a 18+ rated game lmao)

It’s mainstream and nothing special, but for some reason, Hamburger has a special spot in his heart. Well, to be specific, his stomach. He thinks it’s simple yet fulfilling. Cheap and fast, not to mention he can eat it anywhere.

His favorite burger would be the classic one with melting American red cheddar. Thick beef or ham patty that is made entirely from ground meat with little to no flour. His dad taught him how to make this burger. ‘Said that one day in the future, this kind of patty would surpass the old one where you have to add egg and flour.

Whenever his family has a barbeque afternoon, he’ll be greedy with the patty on the grill. His mother had to scold him to stop taking more beef. 

Unlike the other kids, little Coyle was always fond of veggies in his burger. The fresh vegetables are a perfect match for the greasy meaty patty and melting cheese.

His favorite type of beef would be veal. Indeed, veal has a better delicate texture and tenderness level that mature cows don’t have. But he also has his own personal satisfaction that he ate an animal that is still months after it was born.

In Sinyala, he would use his privilege to ask for a beef burger for every lunch. Although there was no beef in Sinyala or the desert, somehow Murkoff always found a way to provide him with meat.

His only complaint is that the vegetables provided aren’t fresh enough.

The ex-pops have their cafeteria. And Coyle is a regular customer there. Snacks, TV dinners, cigars, or even some suspicious-looking frozen meat. But he couldn’t care less. Meat is meat.

He would often buy a stock of baby Ruth to feed his deputies. Hell, he’d be the one to buy the full stock before them so he could have a way to control those giant gents with treats. 

He knew how feral those expendables ex-pops were. They didn’t get paid much, they only got fed once a day, twice if Murkoff had leftover food stock that was rotting already. So he kept most foods and beverages that were still edibles for him only.

This is technically not illegal, as he paid it all. But surely unethical.

He kept it in the hole of his wall beneath his wardrobe, safe from stealing hands.

But one day, he asked some hard grunts to help him redecorate his room. He promised them food and money, to which they agreed. 

Foolishly, he forgets about his food stash. And the ex-pops are not happy with what they found.

One of the hard grunts threatens him with her claw, and Coyle tries to calm them in negotiating with the food. He is usually a violent man, but sometimes bribing someone can be more beneficial for him.

Hard grunts being hard grunts, they were too aggressive. The other ex-pops charge to him. 

Coyle doesn’t hesitate, he stabs the charging ex-pop with his baton right on his eyes and electrocutes him while he is wailing in pain. 

Done with one, he moved his target to the other one. But she is tougher, Coyle has to put up a fight against her.

As their weapon hit against each other, Coyle manages to make her claw stuck between the space in his baton, As she struggles to pull it out, Coyle kicks her right in the abdomen. 

Before even she can look at him, Coyle’s prod baton pierces through her neck, sending her unconscious with the shock of electricity.

As he cleans the blood from his weapon, he murmurs to himself. “Useless moving chunk of meat. No wonder they ended up as my lunch.”

In the end, he called his two loyal deputies instead. They were more than happy to be given burgers and baby ruths anyway. Coyle even let the boys take the stiff, laying ex-pops that was shocked by him.

In daily life, ex-pops either hate him or love him.

Some love him because of his charisma, some would lick his boot for dollars or a piece of his meat.

He has a lot of fans, some people that think it’s an honor to have bedtime with him. But he has two favorite people he often has bed time with. One is a fellow prime asset and one is a reagent.

The prime asset is someone who holds higher power, while the reagent loves being under his control. Two different worlds, two different tastes. 

This reagent is a little bit unique tho. He is a self-proclaimed therapist and offers “relieving methods of mind relaxations” to Coyle. And Coyle for obvious reasons is his regular customer of this method.

While the prime asset would drag him like a dog. Walk him like he’s on the leash, commanding him around. He knows well Coyle has this guilty feeling of a situation where he is seen a a lower rank and treated badly. It is arousing for this manlet cops. Sometimes he wants to have little fun with things that he does not approve yet his “little man” says otherwise.

For those ex-pops whom he doesn’t even set eyes on, either being fodder to his pawns or treated like things.

His deputies have the mind of naughty teenagers. So Coyle often finds an easy target to bully with his deputies who are twice the size as him

Bullying fills his ego, filling his pride, a validation that he still holds higher power than those expendables ex-pops.

Sometimes when he is on a coffee break at the Police Station, he’ll talk to the guards behind the fences. To the point, he managed to charm them all.

He treated his staff very subjectively. Depending on how much he likes them and how they would be beneficial for him.

Overall, you are either gonna desire his piece or you want to see him dead.

Bonus HunCoyle here because they’re in a package : 

Coyle never told Hunter about his food stash. Tho it isn’t a big problem anyway. Hunter prefers hunting his food, with his loyal security guard or his two hunting dogs.

Hunter prefers something more exquisite food. He refused to eat something he considered peasant food. Even if he had to eat a burger, it has to be something that cost 10 times the regular price.

Coyle Hunter rarely eats together as they have different work shifts. But if they have the chance, Coyle will have to follow his fancy table manner

Hunter is not fond of how Coyle fed the male big grunts junk food like candies. So often he would give them expensive chocolates (don’t ask where he got all those stuff)

Both Coyle and Hunter are fit men, but they don’t really have thick, shaped abs. You can see their muscle, with some bit of fat here and there especially their tummy. 

Coyle is lowkey insecure that his tummy doesn’t show the glorious thick abs when he was younger. Hunter on the other hand doesn’t mind. He actually wished for a thicker body.

Coyle once offered Hunter a cigar. He hates it.

In the end, they are two completely different worlds that complete each other.

#outlast #outlast trials #the outlast trials #Leland coyle #coyle #headcanons #outlast headcanons #outlast shipping #coyle x oc #oc : Hunter Robbertson #also including your Reagent pen #Hunter x Coyle #Coyle x Reagent #HunCoyle

[z-h-i-e]

15 questions for 15 followers

@thatonetimetraveller has questions...I have answers...thanks for the tag <3

Are you named after someone?

Why yes...

I'm named after a character in a book/film. The character in the film was played by someone with the same first name. It's a fantasy story, a time-travelling ghost I suppose would be the best way to summarize. Film was from 1948; book from 1940; story based in the depression era.

The thing is, it's a name that happens to be the most popular name that was like this many *spreads arms out* years running, so the assumption is just my parents were hipsters of the day, going with the same thing as everyone else.

The truth is, they had the names Christopher and Miranda picked out; when the fam heard of the name Miranda, displeasure was announced. So then my parents were like, nah, okay, we'll think of something else...

But then I was suddenly, like, hewwo world!, and I arrived ON TIME (like, the only time ever really) TO THE DAY (I have confirmation on my begetting day, which is kind of cool), so as my mom was in the hospital room and things were happening and my arrival was like NOW...the movie was playing on the TV in the room, and my parents decided it was a good name, soooooo...

I am named after the title character in Portrait of Jennie (not the 70s and 80s fad, strangely enough). A cute but creepy child ghost time traveler who grows up and falls in love with an artist.

Now - fun additional fact - I did actually marry an artist who is in fact more than a handful of years older. Fate be like that.

My middle name comes from my grandmother on my father's side.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Today when I found out that Murphy the Eagle who has been trying to hatch a rock for the longest time is now getting to be a dad to an orphaned eaglet. Don't let your dreams be dreams, Murphy!

3. Do you have kids?

I have three floofs and a feathered friend. Also a fox that lives in my yard and poops on top of my shed. (Relevant because we are currently looking for a roofer for our garage, and the roofers keep letting me know there's a pile of poop on top of the shed and I have to explain this isn't a prank.) This is a third generation fox. This fox lives with a giant orange outdoor cat.

Indoor floofs are Angry Old Lady Cat (Oreo - she'll be 20 soon, so in human years, that's like 180 or something, she's allowed to be angry at everyone who isn't me or Smaug), Cat Who Thinks Is Dog (General Patters - that beautiful asshole might knock shit off tables and sneeze on me, but twice a day like clockwork he's on his perch for his meds, doesn't fight them, comes when called, and sits on command), Doggo Who Has No Brakes (Princess Paige - she was born blind, but a rough tough cream puff who is braver than most animals I know, and is easily bribed by hotdogs and cookies), and Felix. Felix is a lovebird who turned 23 this month. He's a solo fella since 2018, and he's living his best life (and still blows my mind when I think of historical world events that happened in the last twenty years... like, PJ's LOTR trilogy is over 20 years old, but what's older? Dis birb.)

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

No. I also don't always understand sarcasm. I have had times when it's thought I am using sarcasm and I'm not. But I can write it, when it's written I know what it is when I see it. Usually.

I do appreciate, growing up, that my dad could tell when I was confused and would let me know sarcasm was in use. That helped.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their voice. Many physical things can change; voices usually stay the same, so I try to key into voices, and that helps me remember people better later. (And yes, that means communicating on the internet is like this wild party with the sound muted and I'm wandering around sometimes wondering 'do I know you?' This is part of why I really, really like Discord servers with open voice chat channels in them. I appreciate Discord mods who have vc as an option in their servers so much.)

6. What's your eye colour?

Officially, listed as brown. Technically, hazel. Just like the car I drive, as long as they work, I don't care what color they are.

7. Scary movies or good endings?

Sometimes you can have both.

8. Any special talents?

A couple nights ago, I found out I can write different words with each hand simultaneously. Apparently that seems pretty strange to those with whom that information was shared. I guess if people read this and reply in the comments that this isn't rare, then I'll have to find another talent. (Can also write stories while singing completely unrelated songs. This is allegedly another oddity. We joke at work that I am a dual core processor.)

9. Where were you born?

In the city I now live again after several life detours.

10. What are your hobbies?

All of them.

11. Do you have any pets?

Please see the question about my children.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

You mean all the ones they forced me to in gym class, or just the electives?

Okay, on purpose, I played softball (catcher mostly - I have large hands >.> moving right along), did some archery, and kickboxed.

I also was on the tennis team for one day. I broke my wrist during the first practice tripping over a racket someone left on the ground behind me. Clearly not one of my finer moments.

Additionally, I'm part of an ongoing game of tag that dates back to 2016. I'm currently it. That counts, right?

13. How tall are you?

I'm taller than average, but I'm still shorter than all of my siblings, and being the eldest, I don't want to talk about it. #Fingon-mood

14. Favorite subject in school?

Elementary: Geography; Math Middle School: History; Science; Any Hands-on class (carpentry, art, sewing, etc.) High School: Orchestra, Jazz Band; German College: Copyright Law; Animation/Film But overall, any time I got to use a computer, program a computer, take apart a computer, build a computer, etc... I was there first. I used to constantly sign up for Saturday morning computer time at the elementary school. My poor mother, having to take me to the school on the bus on Saturday mornings, and I'd be this little first grader sitting there plunking away at BASIC or playing the Snoopy game while the 6th-8th graders were typing up papers and doing serious business.

15. Dream job?

I am living the dream

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Due South Re-watch: part 4. The end of the pilot episode.

Finally coming to the end of this and on the last 2 pages of my notes. Yay.

•Firstly let’s talk about the landscape shots because damn they look good. The cinematography is really well done. You do get a sense of how vast and open the Territories in Canada are. It’s such a stark contrast with how Chicago looks (even though the show was filmed in Toronto). In Chicago everything looks cramped and chaotic with too many people and too much noise, but when Fraser is home it’s quiet, serene, and he’s the only one there for miles. I can see the appeal. 

•So we finally get some exposition about what’s been going on. Basically the government backed dam had a flaw in it. It couldn’t hold all the water it was supposed to. To rectify this they periodically let water out to flood the land, but this kills a lot of the wildlife that lives there, hence why they had all died and/or disappeared. A few people knew about this, Gerard being one, and Bob Fraser being the other. They were bribed to keep quiet, Gerard did but Bob didn’t want to and was killed for it. Drake was hired by Gerard to take care of it. It’s also why he was they only one opposed to Fraser going to Chicago.

•How did a man walk into someone’s office and leave a dead caribou on a desk and no one notice? How bad is your security if someone can get away with that?

•Ray, an American, shows up with lots of guns. Because of course he would. However due to budget constraints they can’t use them all (Here’s looking at you Deadpool).

•Best friends punch people together. That is a fact.

•It is not real chase scene without at least one explosive from a vehicle. That’s the rules. 

•After the chase ends we get all call back to the opening lines of the show, but this time with a happier ending. Fraser gets his man. But just leaves Gerard bleeding out while they take Dief to the vet, because Fraser is a good wolf dad. 

•While Gerard is rightly hated by people, Fraser gets hate too because he’s the one who turned him in? He did the right thing. He got justice for his father and exposed corruption and a huge cover up by the government that was damaging the environment. But for that he gets practically kicked out of Canada? The sad thing is that’s actually pretty realistic.

•The episode ends, the theme music plays and Fraser gets his $100 back from the guy at the airport. A happy ending.

I call this: How to intro a TV show, brought to you by 1993.

For the next time I will keep it to 1 post per episode, because this was actually a lot of work for me.    

#due south #benton fraser #ray vecchio #diefenbaker

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Transformers, Till We Meet Again

Hello! Or should I say Bah-weep-Graaaaagnah wheep ni ni bong! 

Earlier this week, Transformers: Shattered Glass II #5 came out from IDW Publishing. Written by Danny Lore, drawn by Guido Guidi, inked by Matt Froese, colored by John-Paul Bove, lettered by Jake M. Wood, edited by Riley Farmer, and supervised by me. It's a fun issue with Soundwave, Slicer, Ultra Magnus, and a Titan, where everything goes wrong and comes to a head. I highly recommend it. It is also IDW's last Transformers comic of 2022 and beyond as we part ways. As such, I wanted to take some time to talk about Transformers--my personal relationship with it, my many years on the franchise as an editor (and occasionally a writer), and some behind-the-scenes stuff that you probably don't know and that I won't get in trouble for talking about. I promise it won't be filled with too many TF jokes and that while it is meant to help memorialize a great achievement, it is neither sad nor regretful. You'll see Transformers again. 

My Time with TF (Pre-IDW)

I genuinely cannot remember a time in my life when I didn't know about Transformers. My first exposure was through Beast Wars. I was pretty little when it started airing, but as I started making choices about things I liked and wanted to watch, it became a pretty clear favorite early on (right up there with The Lion King). A driving force of that was, of course, also the toys. I liked the show and when I was getting old enough for the toys, I started getting some. I got one of the basic figures that came packed with a VHS with the first couple episodes of Season 2 on it. It was great and I watched it a lot, but also supremely frustrating because it only included "Coming of the Fuzors, Part 1" an episode that ends on a cliffhanger for the subsequent "Part 2"! 

As a brief and not too embarrassing story: My Depth Charge is still in really good shape and one of my all time favorite TF toys. I think part of why he's always been kept so nice, despite how much I played with him as a kid, is he was a reward. If you're a parent looking to toilet train your kid, apparently a bribe of a Transmetal is a pretty good way to go. 

And slowly but surely, my love for Transformers got reinforced. Our local Hollywood Video had a small selection of TF VHS--I checked them all out off-and-on, but none so often as Transformers: The Movie (and, TBH, the G.I. Joe Movie too). In many ways, that was my early intro to G1. The other big pillar, honestly, since we were in a gap between comics publishers, was Wizard and Toyfare, the big nerd magazines of the era. My dad worked in comics publishing and would regularly bring them home (or I'd read them at his office) and while I was too young to get a lot of the humor, I was old enough to know they thought they were funny and to start to glean insight on what pop culture stuff people liked. 

Beast Wars begat Beast Machines, which I stuck with. In 2001, the original Robots in Disguise cartoon came out--it wasn't so much a hit for me as a show, but I liked the toys. That's also the year Titan Books picked up the license to reissue some of the Marvel comics, which had been out of print for years, and that Dreamwave picked up the license to do new TF comics. Things start to get a little jumbled, but somewhere around there, I got a volume or two of the Titan stuff and a little bit inconsistently got some of the Dreamwave stuff too. I bought in big with Armada, fell out again around Energon (for toys, cartoons, and the comics). And in 2004, my dad left his job as Editor-in-Chief at IDW Publishing and we moved to Arizona, 2 hours away from our local comic shops. 

Being outside a small town in Arizona in the mid 2000s was a very different experience from being in the city growing up. Besides not having a comic shop nearby or a toy store, there was only one small video rental place that we didn't really go to much (especially as we ended up early adopters of Netflix sending you DVDs in the mail) and TV and Internet could both be spotty at times. I was going into middle school anyway, so things were bound to change, but my media consumption definitely pivoted and Transformers was kinda left behind, expect for picking up vintage Beast Wars figures when I found them, the occasional dip back in with the likes of the first live action movie and TF Animated, and IDW having picked up the TF license (and also given me a bunch of their earliest issues). I started with Infiltration #0 and read every issue of every series up through to All Hail Megatron. And I only stopped, really, because I wasn't getting to comic shops very often and AHM was such a radical shift from what came before that I genuinely thought I had missed some transition series/issues and didn't know what had happened and kinda gave up. For a long time, that was kinda status quo--I'd dip an occasional toe back in, pick up a few toys now and then, but for me, TF was primarily a nostalgia based thing--reading my old comics (and pouring over the Beast Wars Sourcebook in particular--where I met my all time favorite TF, Randy), collecting my old toys, and watching Beast Wars and Transformers the Movie. 

My Time with IDW (Pre-TF)

Skipping ahead another decade or so, fresh out of college, I got a job at IDW. It's a much longer story, but that's the short version. I was initially brought in as an assistant for Chris Ryall and Scott Dunbier, which brought me to my first Hasbro book, ROM. Chris was co-writing it with Christos Gage and as Chris's assistant, I got looped in. And, almost immediately, I also got roped in by David Hedgecock to help him out with the fledgling Hasbro universe--starting with some uncredited assistant work on Revolution, and joining the editorial team on Micronauts, M.A.S.K.: Mobile Armored Strike Kommand, and Revolutionaries (a team-up book of characters from Transformers, G.I. Joe, Action Man, M.A.S.K., ROM, and Micronauts). I was working on Hasbro books and with Transformers, but only on the periphery. But the big thing that came of that was I started working with John Barber, who had recently left IDW editorial, but was co-writing Revolution, writing Revolutionaries, and writing Transformers/Optimus Prime. We became friendly and--in an effort to do my job well--I started reading through EVERYTHING so I could be almost as knowledgeable about all these threads he was pulling as he was. And some combination of deep diving into the IDW Hasbro catalog, my own pre-existing TF knowledge, and the lasting mind-addled facts I had absorbed from Wizard actually made me a pretty good fit for the job. 

By the time we're working on First Strike, Hasbro has become my wheelhouse at IDW. But despite being a part of planning a Transformers/G.I. Joe crossover (primarily), I'm still not actually working on TF or Joe proper books. That's all about to change though because IDW's about to go through some major changes in staffing. Ryall leaves (he later comes back), David Hedgecock is promoted to editor-in-chief and has additional responsibilities that limit the number of titles he can edit. Sarah Gaydos briefly becomes more involved with the Hasbro universe stuff before she goes to Oni. And Carlos Guzman, the current TF/Joe editor, announces he's leaving too. I start getting handed a lot more responsibility coming off the event, starting with Transformers vs. Visionaries (also worth noting--in the background of all this, Joe Hughes and I are getting Sonic the Hedgehog up and running). Controversial decision: we decide to kill Kup (again, kinda). And I write a eulogy where I mistakenly call Trailbreaker "Trailblazer" (I'M SORRY!). It's a book that was definitely affected by the behind-the-scenes changing of the guard as well as taking on heavier editorial direction because it's being posed as a bridge series between First Strike and Unicron. 

And this is where I'm quickly having to come in to my own. The Hasbro Universe is being shrunk to a few titles: Optimus Prime, Lost Light, a couple Annuals wrapping up Till All Are One and Nick Roche's Wreckers, the joint G.I. Joe/M.A.S.K. title: Scarlett's Strike Force, Rom and the Micronauts, and Transformers vs. Visionaries--all knowing that Unicron is coming and that that'll be our big--perhaps final--event. Carlos, John, Nick, Mairghread Scott, and James Roberts have all kinda planned their stuff to the end, so I get to start continuing Carlos's plans, but it's comics and things always change. 

Dawn of a Bold New Era Okay, I know at this point, we've mostly been talking about my personal relationship with TF and the landscape as I was really getting brought in--which is maybe a little dry. You're here for the juicy stuff--the secret stuff! So let's talk about when I actually came onto TF. 

Besides taking over the rest of the IDW1/Hasbro Universe titles, my other big project as I'm coming into things is all the build up to my personal favorite live-action Transformers movie: Bumblebee! It's supposed to be more kid-friendly, so a big initiative is some Bumblebee stuff for kids, which ended up being the Bumblebee-Win If You Dare OGN and the Bumblebee-Go For the Gold one-shot. Those books, by James Asmus, Marcelo Ferreira, Valentina Pinto, Maria Keane, Athilla Fabbio, Josh Perez, Tom Long, and Nicoletta Baldari on covers (psst--TFWiki people, if you're reading this, the Go for the Gold cover is misattributed to Marcelo, but it is Nicoletta. k thx) were a heck of a learning experience. Like all our TF books, I'm very proud of them, but suffice to say, I don't recommend doing a graphic novel, even a short one, on anything resembling a regular comic timeline. But it was really exciting because it was the first (and currently is the only) Transformers original graphic novel. It's also one of the few Transformers comics that was also run through Volkswagen as Bumblebee was officially a Beetle. 

Something that came up a few times while we were working on it was requests to actually make it more distinct from the movie. James wasn't given access to that script, but a few of the things he proposed along the way just so happened to be pretty close to what was in Bumblebee and so had to be tweaked. Which also led to the very interesting experience on the other side of things doing the Bumblebee Movie Prequel. If you've read it, you know it's a super fun, purposefully kinda campy spy adventure inspired by The Avengers (the Steed & Peel kind, not the superheroes) and like Moore Bond films. It is also working off an older draft of the movie that was more in line with the other movies. That was the last of our Movie books, which had started way back in 2007. I think it was really appropriate to both start and end with a prequel to the latest movie and, particularly with this being a John Barber/Andrew Griffith/Priscilla Tramontano joint, having it also be referential to some of our other previous movie comics. 

The other kinda funky thing about the Bumblebee Movie Prequel is as it's in progress, at IDW, I've gone from editing my boss, Chris Ryall, on ROM, to editing my new boss, John Barber! The week after John starts, I think, is when the Unicron #0 FCBD issue comes out. And with that, we publicly announced that we were coming in on the end of a universe--a big event that was Transformers focused but a hurrah for everything that IDW had been building since I was a kid reading comics and everything that had been building when I came in at the still pretty early start of the shared universe. Something I ended up having to do twice, but that you can pretty clearly see in the run up to Unicron is I tried to get as many long-time people involved as possible. From bringing folks in on covers to the wrap-up shorts for the universe we had in Unicron, and the creator interviews about the history of IDW1, I wanted to celebrate the "Transformers Legacy." 

I'm afraid it's been long-enough I don't have a lot of particularly funny or interesting stories from that era. Bless Kei Zama and Josh Burcham for getting Randy in Optimus Prime (even if he did immediately die). Big ups to all the creators, of course, who stepped up and helped out as we closed in on the end--some of whom came into tight deadlines or big shoes and always kicked ass. Nick Roche and I had two close-calls: 1. In Requiem of the Wreckers, there's a scene that was supposed to be Quickswitch, but we had just killed him over in Visionaries, so that was a pretty quick and dirty pivot to Sixknight. 2. There was a typo on his cover for the last issue of Lost Light and fortunately it did not go to print saying "We Achieived Something". I'm glad it was fixed, but it was pretty funny when James Roberts noticed it. 

I also got to be the kissing editor! The first on-page, romantic (non-KISS Players) kiss happened in OP #21 between Aileron and Arcee, and then there were a few more kisses between bots across OP, LL, and Unicron. And, later, I got to put a kiss in Wreckers, which was very exciting! 

And--one thing I pretty much never got right and which, again, I profusely apologize for--is we never properly credited Jenevieve Frank. She was supposed to get a special thanks for the last issue of Optimus Prime and I messed up getting that in print in the original run and in the TPB and my third shot where I would've gotten it right, the final IDW Collection--well, we didn't quite get to collecting it in that format. So, I'm sorry, Jen! This is one of only 3 regrets I have for the series, besides "Trailblazer" and the one I'll get to later. 

Because of how comics production timelines work, though, as we were nearing these ends and coordinating shipping the final issues of Unicron, Lost Light, and Optimus Prime to land in shops in the right order, we had also already begun the work of planning IDW2. That actually took it's first steps with Carlos before he left. Working with Hasbro, we looked at some pitches that were very fun and by great creators, but that didn't quite work and brought Tom Waltz in to help write some new directives for pitches. Tom's also the one who brought Brian Ruckley in. The only thing I think I can say about some of those earliest drafts is there was a time when the role that was ultimately filled in IDW2 by Rubble was originally going to be a human. I'm glad that wasn't the case because I think it gave IDW2 a really unique identity to not have any Earth stuff, but suffice to say, there were some very different versions of what it could've been with that simple a change. 

Angel Hernandez was one of those things that was so obvious it was in front of your face, literally. John, Tom, and I were looking for an artist for the series and coming up with all these names and I was walking to John's office to talk about something else when I passed a series of "from script to final page" posters we had hung up for display in the office. It was the sort of thing we liked to show kids and visitors who didn't know much about how comics get made. These pages, in particular, were from Star Trek/Green Lantern and drawn by Angel. I don't know what it was, but on that pass, it clicked: Angel was the guy for the book. We had spent all this time talking about it, but he was right there between my desk and John's office the whole time. 

And so, in 2019, we launched a bold new era, IDW2. A twice-monthly series through the first 12 issues and a Transformer story genuinely unlike any other. With the new series, we wanted to bring in new creators. I am immensely proud of everything that everyone brought into the fold but special shout-outs to Brian, Angel, Anna Malkova, and Beth McGuire-Smith, who did a lot to help define this new universe early and often. 

When we collected that first 12 issue as Transformers, Vol. 1: The World in Your Eyes, I was talking with Justin Eisinger in the books department about what we wanted Cryssy Cheung to do with the covers and fairly quickly settled on the idea of having each one feature 2 major players from that part of the series. In describing the first cover, Tom said that it should be Bumblebee and Rubble. I agreed. Justin and Cryssy have hit on the idea of featuring alt-modes on the back cover. So Justin asks for reference. My answer was to send a bunch for Bumblebee and to explain that for Rubble "he's a baby and then he's a corpse." Accurate (and if you haven't read it, sorry for spoilers), but something we'd joke about for a long time after. 

Transformers Galaxies was our first real attempt at expanding. We got some really cool folks to work on that. A lot of the "rules" of the series actually came out of working on the first arc, Constructicons Rising, with Tyler Bleszinski and Livio Ramondelli. In developing that, we realized that to truly embrace the idea of "Galaxies", all the stories would be expanding the universe, but outside of Cybertron. There was a lot of coordination between Sam Maggs and Brian and the editorial team to make sure the Gauge story spun out of Arcee/Greenlight: Run properly, and then fed back into the ongoing at the end of the series. There was a lot of coordination between everyone to make sure that characters weren't in two places at once and the rules of the universe all followed. For example, Brandon Easton pitched his arc to be in-universe, but also in line with the War for Cybertron: Siege cartoon that he had also written for. But by the time we were working on that arc, it had become pretty obvious that the IDW2 comic and animation didn't line-up too well, so there was a bit of tweaking to make it fit better. 

There were two stories that were pitched as part of Galaxies, but that ended up elsewhere. What ended up as the Transformers 2021 Annual, "Light/Star" started out as a pitch from Brian for a Galaxies arc, as did what became Transformers Wreckers: Tread & Circuits. 

Also around this time, we got Riley Farmer at IDW! You should know Riley! She was the assistant/associate editor on Transformers (and eventually the editor on TF: Shattered Glass & Shattered Glass II). She's my co-editor on Sonic. She's now editing My Little Pony and many other things. She's without a doubt one of the best editors currently working in comics and one of my best friends. So, shout-out to Riley! As much as I think TF can be a trail of my own editorial growth, the same is largely true of Riley. 

Writing Transformers

At one point, Wreckers: Tread & Circuits would've been issues #13-15 or 16 (pitched as three but already might've been expanded to four) of TF Galaxies. But then things changed and Galaxies came to an end at #12 and we launched Escape. Which means that Wreckers was pitched before my actual first TF series, co-written with John Barber, Transformers vs. the Terminator!

The origin of that series came from, as much as anything, early solicit text. We were still on the hunt for a creative team (at that point, I was going to edit it, which obviously changed) and I wrote some early solicit text just to have it done early and realized that was the pitch. The whole thing was written to be the classic Terminator set-up, but with a late twist of the robots controlling the future being the Decepticons and the freedom fighters being the Terminators. And like that, it came together. I pitched it to John and Tom. We set the story beats and then John and I wrote it. It was fantastic getting to work with long-time collaborators Alex Milne and David Garcia Cruz. And Tom and Riley were excellent editors. 

A couple pieces of extra trivia about that series: I think there's at least one kind of oblique reference in the script to the fact that when I lived in Tucson, AZ, one of the local news stations called their traffic camera system "Skynet". In issue #3, there's a jokey reference both to Terminator and a Prince song. That was added specifically because John Barber is the biggest Prince fan I know and I thought it'd be funny. It also ended up being kind of a running gag of referencing Judgement Day, the big catastrophe from Terminator. And this book was particularly special to me because way back when, TF artist Don Figueroa and my dad, Jeff Mariotte, did the Terminator Salvation movie-prequel for IDW and it was nice to write in a universe my dad did too. 

And the Autobots that are seen are all very carefully chosen. Something that we see to an extent in IDW2 and later Beast Wars and in this and Wreckers is a recurring idea that your average Autobot is not a warrior, but a civilian who stepped up to do the right thing. It's why Velocity, Bumblebee, Ratchet, and Wheeljack all play prominent roles in TF/Terminator and why Circuit and Minerva are part of the team in Wreckers. Maybe someday to be seen in some form, there are a few more pitches I put together at various times that play off of that idea. It's something I quite liked and obviously would return to again. 

Speaking of Wreckers, let's talk about that! So, it was pitched wayyyyy back when, before TF/Terminator, even though it came out afterwards, right? While it lines up really well with some eventual Hasbro plans--Leadfoot in the Wreckers line, the whole Velocitron Speedia 500 line, and Minerva and Skullgrin getting Legacy toys--that wasn't intentional! Some specific additions did get added right around scripting, when those things started to be in place, but a lot of them were just coincidental and it was cool that we got to have the characters in the books get some new physical representations/get the designs early so we could have them match in the series. 

In terms of the cast list, a lot of folks had very particular reasons for being there. Thunderclash I loved from his appearances in MTMTE/LL. Aileron and Circuit were directly influenced by RID/Transformers/OP. Hot Shot had been the main character of a pitch that didn't move forward. And Knockout and Breakdown were pulled in from Till All Are One. Minerva, like I said, was specifically chosen because I liked the idea of the Wreckers having a medic. A lot of other folks were chosen just because I liked them and they fit as racers. And spoiler for another story that may never happen--had we gotten another series, some of the would-be-Wreckers featured at the end of issue #4 would've made it to the team (Star Saber and Leadfoot for sure). 

What other secrets can I spill about Wreckers? Because it was originally pitched so early into the 2019 run, at one point Anna Malkova was suggested as the artist because she hadn't yet transitioned to being the main artist on the ongoing. I'm super happy I got to work with Jack Lawrence on it though. I love them both and I think they both worked on the proper book for them (though TBH, I'd also love to do something with Anna in the future!). When it was greenlit, one of the first things I did was send the pitch to Nick and Simon Furman for their blessing as the Wreckers guys. I'm very honored our series gets to stand alongside theirs in Wreckers history. 

Outside of my crossover book, it was also in this period around the end of IDW1 through, really, to pretty deep into IDW2 that we started doing a lot of crossovers and, from that, also started doing what I think of as the standalones. 

Star Trek, Ghostbusters, and My Little Ponies, Oh My! 

Here's kind of a strange thing to think about: When we did Star Trek vs. Transformers, Transformers/Ghostbusters, and My Little Pony/Transformers, none of those were actually the first time TF crossed over with those properties. Back in 2011, IDW did a very interesting crossover series called Infestation--a semi-crossover between Transformers, G.I. Joe, Star Trek, Ghostbusters, and IDW original properties Zombies vs. Robots and CVO. And MLPs showed up for a panel or so in Tom Scioli and John's excellent Transformers vs. G.I. Joe series! 

These were all great fun to work on and are one of those cool things where you get editors who maybe don't usually work together co-editing a book, or editors who used to work together reuniting, or maybe my favorite version--Megan Brown asking you to give one read at the script stage and one read of the final PDF and call out notes, but she really edited both MLP/TF series! 

Crossovers are always an interesting experience, but I think I only have two crossover things worth sharing that I'm able to share. One is when Erik Burnham, Dan Schoening, and Luis Antonio Delgado were first tapped for TF/Ghostbusters, they did a promo piece with an early concept of Ectotron. I own that piece as a T-shirt I bought at Gamestop, despite the fact that it was not the final Ectotron design. Licensing is complicated--comics are complicated--and it's always fun when you find stuff like that which came from an earlier version but made it to production. The other one I can think of is Transformers/Back to the Future had a bit of weird timing to it. I co-edited the series with my pal Chase Marotz, but slightly before the last issue went into production, Chase changed departments at IDW. While it didn't really affect the book, it was interesting having an extra learning curve of figuring out the BTTF approvals system for the last issue, because Chase had been dealing with it the rest of the series. 

Besides the crossovers and IDW2, we were also looking for new ways to bring TF to people, which lead to so many amazing books. I finally got to work with Simon Furman, as well as the phenomenal Guido Guidi and John-Paul Bove, on Transformers '84 (a series that drew from both the original Marvel G1 and Marvel UK). I got to fulfill my childhood dream of launching a new Beast Wars series (with favs Erik Burnham & Josh Burcham) that eventually got picked up by editor Jazmine Joyner (who I spent this weekend hanging out with and who helped me double fulfill my dream by letting me write a story in the Beast Wars Annual). We did the amazing swords-and-sorcery story, King Grimlock, with Steve Orlando, Agustin Padilla, and Jeremy Colwell. Riley took over and did two Shattered Glass series with Danny Lore, Guido, Dan Khanna, and a bunch of other amazing contributors. And I got to team-up with my old buddy Nick Roche, the first IDW TF artist, E.J. Su, and colorists Rebecca Nalty and Brittany Peer (at the end) for Last Bot Standing, a series that acts as an excellent sign-off to everything we did. A last TF story, even though it wasn't our last and, frankly, it's TF. The stories never end. 

I was hoping to get some other stories in, but frankly, we're running long already. The only bits I'll mention in particular are 1. Jaz managed to do something I could not. Initially, we were only using American Beast Wars characters for the series, but Jaz, Sam Maggs, and Lanna Souvanny managed to do a story all about Skold and Powerhug! 2. Speaking of Beast Wars, I believe in the big battle spread in the final issue, Josh Burcham's got a Sonic the Hedgehog joke with Armordillo (another favorite character of mine). 3. Last Bot Standing developed while Nick Roche and I were working on Scarenthood, his excellent creator-owned series with Chris O'Halloran (and in which Becca and I have a brief cameo). 4. Signal Lancer has a very brief role in Wreckers: Tread & Circuits. He was also, at one point, slated for LBS, though he didn't make the final cut. 5. In the first draft of the lettering for the Veteran in LBS #3, none of the haikus were formatted. They were just lettered regularly. If you think they're obnoxious to read as haiku, they are actually harder to read without the proper formatting. And 6. Again, to add context for the TFWiki folks--Nick and I mutually agreed that a haiku of "Damn"s was more reasonable than a haiku of "Shit"s. 

What Could Have Been

Okay, so, I can only say so much about anything. If you checked out our awesome Transformers: Best of the Rarities (including some real treasures that haven't been seen before and may never be seen again), you might've noticed something about Transformers: Collision Course. A few finished covers for that series were included, and obviously, it was never published. What I can say is that much like when building up to Unicron, the goal was to bring in as many longtime contributors as possible, some in new ways. It would've featured elements from everything seen on the covers. It would've gotten kind of weird, in a very fun way. What it would've been actually was pretty different than originally conceptualized. And it would've said goodbye. Maybe some other time I can share more, but that's about all I can say now. 

I mentioned regrets earlier and this is my third one. Not that we didn't publish Collision Course (even if it might've bumped me above Carlos Guzman as the person to edit the most TF comics)--in some ways, I'm glad we didn't. I kinda don't mind not saying an official goodbye. My regret is there was always more to do. There were plans and things we'd like to do and I hope some of them find a home sometime. But the big loss is I wanted to work with so many more people. Writers, artists, colorists--folks who I'd have loved to work with for the first time and folks who I've worked with so many times but would've done TF with forever. None of that's going away--I'll still find ways to work with those folks--but had I had 100 more issues, I still wouldn't have had enough time to work with the many, many amazing folks on all sides who made TF magical (or who would've and the timing didn't work out). 

And so, finally, thank you! Thanks to Kelly Johnson, Michael Kelly, Ed Lane, Tayla Reo, Ben MacCrae, Matt Clarke, Mark Maher, and the team at Hasbro, Isabella Weiss, Beth Artale, Carlos Guzman, Sarah Gaydos, Chris Ryall, Denton Tipton, Chase Marotz, Tom Waltz, Megan Brown, Bobby Curnow, Jazmine Joyner, Andy Schmidt, Tom Long, Jake Wood, Johanna Nattalie, Shawn Lee, Neil Uyetake, Chris Mowry, Christa Miesner, Gilberto Lazcano, Nate Widick, Justin Eisinger, Alonzo Simon, Zac Boone, Lauren Lapera, and the whole IDW crew past and present, Simon Furman, John-Paul Bove, Andrew Griffith, Brian Ruckley, Casey Coller, James Roberts, Livio Ramondelli, Josh Burcham, Alex Milne, Nick Roche, Fico Ossio, Priscilla Tramontano, Sebastian Cheng, Candice Han, Sam Maggs, Sara Pitre-Durocher, Winston Chan, Angel Hernandez, Agustin Padilla, Eduardo Alpuente, E.J. Su, Heather Breckel, Aline Baumgartner, SidVenBlu, Luis Antonio Delgado, Dan Khanna, Dan Schoening, Erik Burnham, David Garcia Cruz, Ed Pirrie, Ben Pirrie, Matt Froese, Rik Mack, Gigi Dutriex, Danny Lore, Rebecca Nalty, Steve Orlando, Ochopante, Phil Murphy, Valentina Pinto, Umi Miyao, John Yurcaba, Kei Zama, Guido Guidi, Evan Gauntt, Jack Lawrence, Evan Stanley, Thomas Deer, Jeffrey Veregge, Tom Scioli, Marcelo Matere, Marcelo Ferreira, Anna Malkova, Beth McGuire-Smith, Stefano Simeone, Josh Perez, Kate Leth, Cohen Edenfield, Saren Stone, Brendan Cahil, Brenda Chi, Cachet Whitman, Ron Joseph, Nelson Daniel, Gabriel Rodriguez, Chris Panda, James Raiz, James Marsh, James Biggie, Jim Wilson, Jim Stafford,  James Asmus, George Caltsoudas, Mairghread Scott, Freddie E. Williams II, Andrew Wildman, Stephen Baskerville, Ian Flynn, Nicole Goux, Nicoletta Baldari, Nick Brokenshire, Sebastian Piriz, Jeremy Colwell, Max Dunbar, Francesco Francavilla, Corin Howell, Philip Johnson, Maria Keane, Brittany Peer, Red Powell, Juan Samu, Cavan Scott, Blacky Shepherd, Reggie Graham, L. Kershaw, Ashe Phillips, Zoner Siyu Hemu, Tyler Bleszinski, Brandon Easton, Billie Montfort, Peri Mercer, Shane McCarthy, Don Figueroa, Patrick Ehlers, Dan Watters, Nahuel Ruiz, Geoff Senior, Nick Marino, Andrea Bell, Lanna Souvanny, Ryan Miller, Chris McFeely, Jim Sorenson, Tony Fleecs, Adam Bryce Thomas, Mike Johnson, Ilias Kyriazis, Stephen Byrne, James Stokoe, Cary Nord, Mateus Santolouco, Marcelo Maiolo, Alex Horley, Paul Harding, Bryan Lee, Dave Wilkins, Cian Tormey, Gavin Spence, Gavin Fullerton, Philip Knott, John Allison, Mina Won, Rui Onishi, John Wycough, Martin Gee, David Rodriguez, Aubrey Sitterson, Sean Ryan, Cullen Bunn, Mags Visaggio, Lane Lloyd, Gavin Guidry, Leonardo Ito, Christina-Antoinette Neofotistou, Christos Gage, Matt Frank, Christian Ward, Luca Pizzari, Hal Laren, Diego Zuniga, Suna Margevich, Zerob, Lantana Gao, Jamel Jones, Ronda Pattinson, Colm Griffin, Camila Fortuna, John Jennings, Andy Duggan, Emilio Lopez, Anthony Pugh, Sebastien Stone, and the likely dozens of other creators who I never got to work with but who touched this big beautiful series! Extra special thanks to Riley Farmer and John Barber who absolutely deserve their own callout. And thanks to the people who facilitated my love of TF over the years so I could bring my passion to this series for so long, from my parents, to my partner Becca (and their TF who's in the last issue of Wreckers, Honk)! Finally--seriously, finally--thanks to you! Thanks for reading TF at any point in the IDW run or for, god help you, having read through this whole long post. 

With that, I'm calling it for the year! It's unlikely you'll get anything til January, but I guess not completely impossible if I want to share some wrap-up/resolutiony type stuff before the new year starts. If this is it for 2022, thanks for joining the first year of my blog and my website and the first few months of my newsletter and my Tumblr if you're reading there! Happy holidays and see you next year! 

Things I've been enjoying this week: Jaz Joyner came and visited yesterday and that was awesome! Honkai Impact (Video game). Chainsaw Man (Anime & Manga). Spy x Family (Anime). Star Saber (Toy). The Simpsons (TV show). Lego Masters (TV show). The promise of reading time that comes with an extended holiday break. And, of course, Transformers. 

New Releases this week (12/14/2022): Transformers: Shattered Glass II #5 (Supervising Editor--Our last TF book).

New releases next week (12/21/2022): Sonic the Hedgehog: Scrapnik Island #3 (Editor)

Final Order Cutoff (12/19/2022): Godzilla Rivals: Round 1 Collection (I didn't have anything to do with this, but I feel obligated to plug Godzilla!) Godzilla Monsters & Protectors: All Hail the King #5 (Editor) Sonic the Hedgehog Vol. 13: Battle for the Empire (Includes the milestone issue #50 - Editor)

Announcements:  Becca and I have started applying for cons in 2023! Hope to have some updates on those soon! 

In the meantime, you can pick up some of my work at the shop on my website and you can get Becca's stuff at their website. Pochita keychain pre-orders are only open for a couple more days, so get on it! Supporting us now can help us get to those cons! 

And with Twitter going sideways yet again, as a reminder, you can find me on other socials through my website or at my Linktree. 

Lastly, a plea for my peers with hiring power in the industry. There's literally a list above of some of the most kick-ass, dedicated, and amazing creators I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. I want all of them to continue to thrive, so please, if you have stuff, hire them for it. Even if I am also trying to hire them. Make a better offer. Steal them from me. I'll be salty about it, but also, will sleep happily knowing that these folks are getting the recognition they so richly deserve. Also, hire Becca while you're at it. We're both hoping to be able to announce some new comics stuff in the new year, but take advantage of getting them before they blow up!

-David

#transformers idw #transformers #idw comics #last bot standing #king grimlock #beast wars #comics #goodbye tf #comics secrets #but not actually that secret or spicy #wreckers #wreck and rule

[winderlylandchime]

I really felt like you deserve to read this tiny moment from his check up today. I remember you said you also had a doctors appointment and i would just like to ask, how does a normal one look like because I fear I forgot about it.

We were basically in the office with a nurse and a doctor waiting for the attending. And the nurse made a mistake of asking him how he was doing to try and make small talk and you guys. He literally looked at her, sad as fuck and went ‘How I’m doi- well let’s see, shall we? *crosses his legs and puts his hands on his knee* i started this year all happy and excited. Then i had a tiny accident, maybe you heard about it? (Narrators note: this all was said very calm and nice but with heavy sarcasm since that accident is the reason for all the surgeries) and there goes my motorcycle, which don’t even get me started about. So bad month. Then i come here across the whole country and you people don’t let me go home for almost a month and then this dickhead *points to me* shows me a tv show. And i figured: i had a few bad months but maybe a little distraction wont hurt, its not like im gonna care much about it, just to watch while on bed rest. Cool. And then the funniest thing happened. It hurt! It hurt a lot! And i cared, way too much according to my dad. So a bad day turned in a bad month which turned into a bad year. And now I’m sitting here still in pain from a surgery that happened months ago, a broken wrist with a cast on that I cant even write on, crying over two dudes while also wearing one of their fucking faces on my shirt. So what do you think how I’m doing?’ And she stared at him and went ‘im gonna go with: not good, am i right?’ The other doctor and I fucking lost it. And my brother just sighed really loudly and dramatically and went ‘you could fucking say that’

And let me try to paint this picture for you because i made the mistake of laughing at the beginning of this and i had to cover it up as a sneeze cause he looked at me like he wanted to kill me. He was sitting on those bed/tables that they have. Swinging his feet like a child and he was wearing his Brian shirt over a long sleeve shirt (hes been doing that since it got cold but still wants to show his Britin merch) and he was pouting. Like a child. Just the sight alone was funny but the complaint? Golden.

Then the attending arrived with another doctor and made the mistake to ask the same question and the nurse went ‘I wouldn’t do that if i were you..let’s just say he’s had better days’ and the other doctor goes ‘(the other nurse’s name) told me you finished the show. Are you just sad it ended or was it actually that bad?’ And my brother looked at him like he was just kicked and went ‘they broke my heart, put it back together, broke it again, put it back again, then broke it, stepped on it and flipped me off. And then had the audacity to ask me if I was proud. So yeah, that bad’ and then the attending just looked at him and went ‘i cant believe I’m doing this for a grown man but if you can answer next questions without talking about the show or that dude *points to the shirt* ill get you a chocolate bar’ and yes, it worked. He fully cooperated and got his chocolate bar. And when the doctor went to get him just a normal chocolate bar, he kinda nudged him with his cast and went ‘don’t be cheap, get me the good shit or i will talk about Brian next check up from start to finish’

By the time we left his check up, everyone knew he finished up the show and that he was absolutely miserable about it. Im honestly surprised that they even let him leave the hospital at this point.

THEY BRIBED HIM WITH CHOCOLATE!!!

Dying.

Dead.

Deadened.

They wanted him to shut up about QAF and Britin and they bribed him with chocolate.

The crossing his legs and putting his hand on his knee is killing me all over again. "How am I doing? Well, Susan, thanks for asking. Not well, not well at all." I am cracking up.

The thing is, I bet they all love him - the nurses and doctors - most of their appointments are business only and here comes your brother and yes he keeps breaking himself because of this show, but he takes their "how are you doing" literally and is very engaging about it too! I imagine he's animated during all of this.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

[telltalebatman]

3, from the Twenty-Four Touches list, for pinnguin?? pls

YESSSSS

3. Foreheads pressed together, a silent way to say “I’m here”

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!"

Charlie let out a quiet sigh at the sound of Oswald's frustrated scream, muffled by the thick, wooden doors to what used to be Bruce Wayne's office, up until... Well. Up until Oswald got Bruce booted out of his own corporation. A lot of things happened in a relatively short amount of time; a lot of hidden truths, revealed. A lot of corpses, dragged out of closets.

And now - Oswald, her beloved, short-tempered, easily annoyed Oswald was a CEO of an international corporation, despite having no qualifications.

(Which, to be fair, did not mean anything.)

"He's been like this for hours now," Regina Zellerbach - the chairwoman of Wayne Enterprises board - said, rubbing her forehead with the back of her hand tiredly. "Unresponsive, and... Well. Angry. I'm sorry for calling you in, but-"

"It's alright," Charlie interrupted her quickly; to be honest - she was kind of glad for being asked to come to the HQ by Regina. Ever since Oswald became a public figure, so was she; which made what should be a nice, relaxing brunch with some friends into a nightmare of paps racing to take the best picture of the new CEO's girlfriend indulging on some mimosas. "I needed to hide from the reporters anyway. Things hadn't been that bad since my dad punched that one Republican on live tv."

Regina - a polite, middle-aged woman who reminded Charlie of her own mother a bit - let out a chuckle.

"The board can provide you with a security detail," she said. "We have some well-trained bodyguards on hand. Surely they could keep the reporters away."

and learn a bit too much about ozzie and lady arkham? yeah, fat chance.

"That won't be necessary," Charlie said, shaking her head. "Anyway. I'll try to talk some sense into him."

not that i was ever able to do so. not a lot of common sense in this guy's head, it seems.

After Regina walked away - Charlie knocked at the thick, heavy door.

"Oswald?" she said; at the other side - Oswald fell silent. "It's me."

After a moment - Oswald opened the door; and Charlie let out a sigh at the sight of his dishevelled hair, crumbled up shirt, and frantic expression. Judging from the shadows under his eyes, he hadn't slept last night - and since it's been two days since she last saw him, Charlie decided it's not that far fetched to assume that he hadn't slept the night before either.

"A sight for sore eyes you are," he said, smiling lightly. "Hey there."

"Regina called me in," Charlie said, stepping into the office as Oswald locked the door behind her. "She says you've been ignoring her... And she needs you to sign some paperwork."

also that you've been screaming like a banshee.

The office - spacious, filled with expensive, heavy furniture, and very well-lit, thanks to the glass wall at the end of the room - looked as if a storm had passed through it. Flipped chairs, papers everywhere, books scattered on the floor, randomly arranged shelves - it all looked like an aftermath of some angry, angry redecorating.

In response, Oswald waved his hand dismissively.

"Paperwork can wait," he said, turning around and walking towards a lone table in the corner of the room. "I am in the middle of digging out Bruce's biggest bloody secret."

"That being..?" she asked skeptically, following him. "That he prefers to keep his books on the shelves?"

Oswald let out a quiet snicker.

"He is hiding something in here," he said, pointing towards the chessboard they were standing next to. "This chessboard is the key. I just... I don't know how to use it," he said finally shaking his head in frustration. "I saw him use it. Bribed a cleaning lady into planting a bug in his office couple of months ago," he added as she cocked her head in confusion. "I saw him use it to open up a bloody secret elevator. But I can't, for the life of me, figure out how," he added; and Charlie sighed at the sound of rising, frustrating notes in his voice. His hands were beginning to shake as well; she saw him like this countless times before, and she knew well that what comes next, is a nuclear meltdown.

"Hey," she said gently, planting both her hands on his shoulders as he kept talking, getting more and more worked up. "Shhh."

He only stopped talking after she pressed her index finger to his lips; instead he stared at her, and the sight of him - his confused gaze, his tangled up hair, his parted lips - almost made her laugh. For a moment, he didn't look like a criminal mastermind with blood on his hands; he simply looked like a tired, confused man.

Silently, Charlie pressed her hand into his shoulder, beckoning him to bend down; and he did, allowing her to move her face closer and press her forehead against his.

With a deep sigh, Oswald closed his eyes.

"You'll figure it out," she said quietly. "Okay? You'll figure it out. You always do. You're a brilliant man, Oswald. And there's no way in hell a single chessboard can defeat you."

Oswald let out a chuckle.

"It's not just a chessboard," he said quietly, in a pained voice. "It's... Everything. I bit off more than I can chew, Charlie. I don't know the first thing about running a company. But I just keep thinking that maybe, just maybe... If I can figure this one thing out... I can figure everything else out as well."

"Of course you can," she whispered back, wrapping her arms around him. "You can and you will. One step at a time, my love."

With a deep sigh, Oswald stepped back; but he did allow her to drag him home, get him into a bath, and then into bed. And as they laid there, the silence only interrupted by their breaths - for just one night, nothing else mattered.

but even if his own hubris bites him in the ass, i will be there. because i love him. be careful, my love. they will not be gentle with you when they learn the truth.

#4.txt #pinnguin #THANK UUUUUUUUUUUUUU THAT WAS A BLAST #also. and this is crucial. i am making shit up SO much #bc we never learn how did oswald know about bruce's secret workshop #or how did he get in #and i even emailed the lead writer about it and he never got back to me : (

[sabineelectricheart]

Somewhere Someone is Glad to See You Come Back

Summary: Bryce is kicked out of his home by his father. He goes to his girlfriend’s place, who opens her doors to him.

Rating: T - Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.

Words: 1600

Notes: So, I’ve just finished my first runthrough the demo, and I’m in love. With the game, I’m still on the fence about Bryce.

Daphne hummed to herself as she sets the couch on a comfortable position and puts the bowl filled to the brim with popcorn on the coffee table. She was quite satisfied with herself because she had finally convinced her boyfriend to try watching her favourite TV show, a horrible and sadistic concoction of a reality on Discovery Home and Health.

It had taken a long and arduous battle for him to finally concede. So much so that, the second he had grudgingly agreed to it, she had squealed and done a little victory dance, thanking him as she did. In good time, too, as the channel would be having a season 10 marathon that weekend, culminating on a Where Are They Now episode, completely new.

Now it is Saturday, almost ten in the morning sharp, and Bryce should be arriving any moment so that they can start the marathon.

She checks her phone even though she knows she has not gotten any messages since she last checked her phone, ten minutes ago. Predictably, there was nothing new on there, but she still turns her ringer up all the way so she would not miss anything if it so arrives, just to ease on the anxiety.

It was a bit of a drive from his parents’ home to her dingy apartment much too east of the town for his tastes, and he has never quite appreciated waking up early, so Daphne is not holding her breath on punctuality. However, she cannot help but to feel apprehensive about it, as he is both a reckless driver and prone to get “distracted” when there is something that he does not want to do.

Well, there is that, and also because she is concerned that his father might throw some objection to their date, even if, compared to what both of them experienced over their college lives, it is decidedly on the tame side. She is aware that his home life had not been easy lately, due to his decision to go steady with her and come out with it.

Thinking that she was the weakest link between them, Mr. Montgomery has tried to dissuade the girl from pursuing his son since the announcement, through several underhanded methods. He asked for her head at her internship, he cut the funding for her scholarship and has even tried to bribe her outright, but she has managed to land on her feet in every occasion. Now, he is focusing his efforts on Bryce, and it has probably going just as well.

Suddenly the front door slams open, causing Daphne to jump from her seat. She immediately reaches for her phone, ready to call 911, but at that moment Bryce enters the room like a storm. She relaxes, placing a hand over her chest to feel her wildly beating heart.

“Jeez, babe, you scared me! What’s up with…?” She trails off, eyes suddenly focusing on the blood dripping from a cut in his cheek and lip.

Her eyes dart down to his hand, and her suspicions are confirmed. His knuckles are red, and even a couple are split.

He got into a fight. Again.

“He kicked me out.” He spits, fury spreading through his eyes like a forest fire.

She frowns, tossing her phone down on the old couch and taking a step towards him.

“What do you mean?” The young woman asks, confused, until things began to connect on her head. “Your dad? He kicked you out?”

“Yeah. We got into a fight because I refuse to break up with you. It was bad, we said some shit and it turned physical.” He explains, rolling his eyes, beginning to pace. “He said that he wants me to stop seeing you because you’re a charity case. Like, that’s what fucking matters to him, not that you treat me right or make me happy or anything like that, no. It’s just because you’re on a fucking scholarship and you live on the east side, and ‘what will our friends say, Bryce?’ and ‘image is important, Bryce, and she’s not good for our image’. God, I am so fucking tired of worrying about our image! Why does it fucking matter so much?!”

He throws out his hand, hitting a standing lamp and sending it crashing to the floor.  He looks startled by the sound, and, as if it brought him out of his fit of anger, his shoulders slump and he lets out a deep, heavy sigh, weary of it all.

“I love you.” He whispers, and she step forward, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I never thought I’d say this shit to a girl and mean it, and I’m fucking glad I was wrong, but… Is it not enough that I love you? Can’t he just be happy for me just this once?”

Daphne can hear his voice starting to get wet, and gently kiss the smooth skin just under his eyes, like her kisses can stop the tears brimming in the corner of his eyes. They do not, but a small smile sketches on his expression.

“It is enough, Bryce.” She said, kind.

He rolls his eyes, opening his mouth to say something to dispute it, but she stops him on his tracks before he can elaborate his thoughts.

“It’s enough for me. That’s what matters.” She cups his face, forcing him to look at her. “I love you, too.”

Bryce leans forward, closing the space between them, and kissing his girlfriend like his life depends on it. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him as close to her as she can get him.

Far too soon the kiss comes to an end and he presses his forward to her, not yet opening his eyes.

“You can come live with me, if you want.” She decides, reaching up to card her fingers through his messy hair. “There’s no hot water in the shower and the rent is a steal, but I’m going to be really happy to see you here every night when I return from the bar.”

“I’d be happy to see you, too…” He mumbled, looking away.

Daphne smiles at him, running her hands down his arms to take his hands in hers and bring them up to his field of vision.

“Are you okay, physically speaking?” She asks, calmly, as not to betray her concern.

He sighs instead of answering, so she silently leads him to the small bathroom she had on the end of her hallway. He does not resist when she sits him on the closed toilet lid, or when she begins to clean his cuts.

The woman smiles at her boyfriend. “A word of warning, this might sting, okay?”

He nods, eyes following her movements as she cleans his cuts, watching her with heated eyes when she moves to the cuts on his lip and cheek. When she is satisfied with the results, she throws the dirty alcohol wipes in the trash, still in silence.

“There we go, you’re all cleaned up.” She breaks the quiet in the apartment, taking him out of his reverie. “Now it’s time for the Band-Aids. Do you prefer Princess or Iron Man?”

Daphne reaches for the boxes of Band-Aids above his head, only to be stopped by him pulling her down into his lap. He wraps his arms around her waist in a vice grip so that she cannot escape his hold, waiting until she stops squirming.

“Thank you for taking care of me, baby.” He mutters timidly, his voice hoarse.

Bryce cranes his neck down to kiss her chin, then her nose, then each cheek, then all over her face until she is giggling and unable to contain her smile.

“Okay, okay, cool your jets, Romeo. We’ll have time for that later.” She teases, bopping him on the nose. He wrinkles his expression in prideful annoyance, arms losing, and she takes the opportunity to grab the boxes. “Princesses or Iron Man?”

He snorts, eyeing the boxes distastefully. “I’m an adult, Daph. I’m not wearing themed Band-Aids.”

“Well, they’re the ones that were on sale, they’re the only ones I have, so it’s either these or nothing.” She informs him, breezily.

The blond man shrugs, dismissively. “Then I’m all set on a Band-Aid.”

“You’re getting a Band-Aid.” The woman persists on her light tone, letting just a slight edge bubble under the surface.

“I don’t need a Band-Aid. They aren’t even that big of cuts, and I…”

Again, Daphne does not let him finish his protests.

“You’re getting a Band-Aid, Bryce. Whether you want one or not.” She accentuates each word with a poke to his chest, narrowing her eyes in challenge, as she is wont to do.

He scoffs. “No, actually, I’m not.”

With that, Bryce attempts to stand up, but his girlfriend grab his shoulder, pushing him back down.

“Did you just push me?” He asks, eyes and mouth wide, obviously not expecting that out of her. “Oh, you’re in for it now.”

Ten minutes later, after Bryce chased Daphne around the apartment trying to tickle her, and then having her chase him back trying to put a Band-Aid on, they both are comfortably cuddling on the couch.

She runs a finger over his Snow White Band-Aid, then down to his jawline, lightly tracing the sharp line.

“Admit that I won.” She demands, not bothering to hide her smirk.

He tilts his head out of the range of her finger, pouting. “Watch your damn TV show, woman.”

Daphne does just that, but not before taking a quick picture of it.

*_*_*_*_*

College Craze Masterlist

#college craze #Bryce Montgomery

[motherbearfourblog]

What A Rollercoaster Ride! Amateur to Pro R6 Gamer.

RIP: @KiXSTArTV. Gone too soon. Much love and sincerest condolences to his family and friends, from my family to yours.                                  

About me

My name is Paula (a.k.a @Motherbear_four on Twitter). I moved to Australia with my husband and four children from the UK, and we have dual citizenship. As a wife, mother, and grandparent, I am a healthcare worker and fortunate enough to have all these opportunities in such a beautiful part of the world. 

Follow your dreams, but make them happen by setting goals.

I believe anything is possible if you put the work in to make your dreams happen. It doesn't happen overnight and has been a long journey for my son in the gaming industry. If you do what makes you happy, you can achieve anything in life. Overthinking blocks you from your goals. Ensure you set small goals and make them happen. Then it's one step at a time and trust the process.

What were my first thoughts about gaming in the beginning?

My son, Jake' GodLgn' Harris, was at school in year twelve and was considering going on to further study, or so I thought, to become a games designer and eventually move to the USA. Year twelve finished, and my son asked to take a year out to search for his passion in life whilst holding a part-time job, and he discussed this option with his dad. We all agreed on one year. My son said he had joined a team in Rainbow6 Siege and would like to use that year to progress in the gaming industry. 

During this time, he was using an old Alienware computer and struggled with lagging due to the PC and internet combined. Frustration was elevating for the whole family back then. We made a lot of sacrifices to help our son try to achieve his goals. After a lot of upset, I found myself defending my sons' career path. Jake convinced me he could do it, and most of all, I believed in my son. We both needed some slack from the family, who didn't understand it was possible. I don't blame them at all. After all, it's a one in a million chance of being successful, right? 

The most specific objections all family members discussed.

Here are some of the types of issues we faced and what strategies worked (or are still being tried), but they may or may not be suitable for your family:

Unable to go on the internet now, in the evening to watch our favourite shows.

Resolved by discussing his scrim times (practise with other teams) and working the shows around those times.

Unable to download because we have to be careful with the internet limit.

Resolved by only watching priority shows.

We need better internet speed and unlimited data.

Resolved by internet line upgrades. But we had to wait for months.

Why does he get out of household chores?

Resolved by doing chores before gaming, occasionally post gaming, and giving his sister money to do them for him.

You think more of him than me!

We have not entirely resolved. 'Jake's my number one child' is the joke in the family. I have one son and three daughters. I guess in their minds, their perception may be accurate, although, in reality, it is not. I help each one of them to the same degree in different ways whenever support is needed. Lots of reassurance, love and occasional bribes help too!

Why can't we use the main house computer?

If needed, we resolved it by allowing family members on the main computer when Jake was free from practice and competitions. Later, it helped that everyone had access to laptops or phones.

I can't sit in my living area now to watch television.

We resolved the separation by partitioning the living room from the study with a wall, now a dedicated space for Jake. It wasn't always like that. In the early years, we had the TV sound turned down. We put up a divider to help him with distractions, turning his microphone sensitivity down.

Why can't you come on holiday with us?

Family getaways will not resolve due to tentative schedules. "I will be practising. I don't want to let my team down. I'm not always sure what the dates are for all competitions should we qualify."

Can you stop the dogs barking down the entry and in the front room area?

It was resolved by locking the side door access for the dogs during practice or competitions, only allowing them in the main garden area, and moving the dogs to the far side living area.

The list goes on. Do these sound familiar?

"You need to find a real job, a trade, or go back to study. You do nothing all day but sit at that computer. Spend more time with your in-real-life friends. Stop being so loud, tone it down. What do you plan on doing with your life? You can't do this forever. Why aren't you eating your meals with us anymore? Come out of that room sometimes as it isn't good for you to sit there for hours and hours. When I shout you in for your meals, I don't expect it to be there waiting, going cold. You need to eat." "Can you bring it to me then, please?" "Can you knock before you enter the room?" "Stop walking in, it's so distracting during a scrim" "I need a do not enter sign."

Yes, I know it's hard to believe but, as parents and siblings, in the beginning, stigmas are still just like they are today. We educated ourselves and compromised when frustrations were high on all sides. Battles within the family dynamics of support or lack thereof and being in the middle were Jake, my son. I had to consider all points of view, trying to resolve issues the best way I could with what we had or did not have at the time.

I used to call my son in to do some chores or eat his meals, and all he would say was, "Mum, I'm scrimming". Those words became the household banter. I didn't understand what that was. I didn't realise what training went into gaming as he was never away from the computer. Once I understood this, I often defended the importance of his training to the rest of the family and would set his meal aside for later. As for the rest, we would re-evaluate any more setbacks as a family unit.

As my son progressed to competitions, we needed a new computer. Who knew they would be so expensive? We discussed that since Jake was working, he would contribute towards a new computer since gaming wrecked the old one and would be the primary beneficiary of the new one.

As for the internet problems, it was out of our hands. It was never really any good in Western Australia in our region anyway, but eventually, it got better, and we upgraded that too.

What started as a pastime became more of a career choice, but with constant interruptions to our home life. The family could not use the internet when my son was scrimming or playing in competitions online from home. We were working from the stresses of operating a computer that was not suitable and replacing parts when they went. These were constant frustrations. And all the time, I wanted to give my son the best of everything when we couldn't afford it, with three dependents still living at home. We pushed through every obstacle in our way. It took time, but we got there, eventually.

What are my thoughts on gaming today?

Earning your income in gaming is not in everyone's life. It sure wasn't in my son's life in the beginning. After more discussions, my son handed his notice at his workplace because he wanted to go full-time into gaming, but his work schedule clashed with it. So month after month turned into year after year. 

The team had their first 'lucky break' and got signed up to an organisation (commonly abbreviated as an 'org') that didn't want to pay them but promoted them instead. My son didn't mind as it was another step in the right direction, and it was a sacrifice he was willing to make. My son loved the freebies from the org, and they featured him in a Stack Gaming article. I was surprised but unhappy simultaneously, as the article didn't feature the whole team as I assumed. That roster went on to sign up with two other orgs over time, finally with pay. Their hard work was paying off.

Family support is essential, but I still believe that if they want success in the gaming industry, money is just an obstacle they can eventually overcome. If it's their true passion, along with making compromises and working hard, they will get there.

Pressures on parents in gaming.

I have always drilled into my children growing up that it's a hard life out there, and you need to prioritise your career before settling down. Looking back now, that was a bit harsh, but I only wanted the best for my children. I came to realise my idea of their future versus their wants and needs are two separate dreams. I have learned to let them grow and find their way with their own choices, and maybe if I do end up having to pick them back up in times of need, I will. As a family, we always help each other out.

Lack of understanding of the gaming industry as a career choice is often problematic for families to grasp due to the stigmas attached. Talking to my son about it gave me that education that I then forwarded to the family members. 

When our son achieved goals with the team and industry, alongside earning an income, we were finally not stressing over equipment. Since his org sent sponsor equipment (peripherals like a headset, mousepad, keyboard) to their players, the rest of the family realised it was achievable. They became further invested in supporting Jake and the team.

We often worried about his mental health, burnout, and generally how he was feeling day by day as the stresses grew. I would ask him to talk to me about anything that was negatively impacting him. My son was often very open - on other days, he just needed rest. We often talk about the good times in gaming too.

Here are suggestions for parents who support their children in their professional gaming careers.

Keeping his bedroom and workspace separate from where he slept was essential. Family members went into another room only when performing in competitions or interviews. If gamers live at home with family members, sometimes this just can't be done due to lack of space. That's when we used a divider until we finally got the room wall up. We also had a whiteboard with rules and schedules, which helped us not interrupt during critical events. I occasionally wrote positive quotes up there for him to see too.

Keeping a positive attitude and not letting your fears show before a match is vital. If you struggle to understand how challenging the game is (strategies and team play), have a go yourself, and you will discover that you will have more appreciation for the game and what your child and their team is achieving. As much as you may want to talk about the game afterwards, this may not be a good idea. They don't always want to speak with you, regardless of the results. So give them the space they need until they are ready to talk about it if they're going to at all. Don't put unnecessary pressure on them; love and support them from behind the scenes.

Organisation support is fundamental.

Keep in mind that while a child is underage, a parent needs to read any contract carefully. Seriously consider consulting a lawyer (past experiences) to read over it, encourage your gaming family member to ask other players who have worked with that org for their opinion on how the org treated them. Usually, parents aren't fluent with all the legal jargon, and many players are benched for many months without pay, waiting until the time runs out before they can get into another org so they can play again. You should feel free to raise a concern regarding specific clauses. You don't need to object to the agreement outright; ask to talk about it and see what the org says. Good orgs should always want to clarify their position and hear players concerns. They want their players to be happy to play for their team. 

There are good contracts and bad contracts out there. Teach your child ALWAYS to read their contractual agreement and ask questions if they aren't sure. Although arrangements are about negotiation, the org has the upper hand because they can usually find another player. Kicking player(s) (word kicked often used in the industry to release a player from the team) can occur with some contracts, especially in franchised esports at the moment. In some cases, these decisions are solely on the team to discuss players with their org. On the other hand, you don't want your child signing away their rights or future earnings because of a dodgy contract. Yes, it is essential to understand that when your child becomes a professional and starts earning money to support themselves, your child's esports career is their business.

My son and teammates progressed beyond my expectations since being associated with a well-known, well-established organisation like The Chiefs (one of the top orgs in the OCE region). There are many more opportunities for players at this org, including the chance to work with an esport psychologist, who prioritise players' mental health and helps to improve their performance, and the ability to raise their profile through being involved in marketing sponsors products.

The esports industry is more extensive than just my child playing on their computer. Not only are there subjects in school (and university) being developed, but this industry, based around event planners and tournament organisers, casters, analysts, observers, coaches, journalists/podcasters, camera and other production crew, are all viable job opportunities.

How do I separate my ego, anxiety, and support as a parent in gaming?

I'm very impulsive and often get it wrong, I admit that. Stay away from commenting on social media, especially when feeling negative, unless you connect for help from your support networks. As a parent, you may be hurting, but experience has taught me not to post, comment, or ask questions when you are hurting, as this will never end well for all parties involved. Comments you think are OK at the time might be misconstrued by others, and the last thing you want is to contribute further stress to your child or their teammates.

For example, I used to tweet statistics on how my son performed during his games. I used to find this information on internet sites, even on twitch during the competitions such as: 

twitter.com

R6 Sites

I've been asked why a parent might want to interact on Twitter and Twitch. It's a great way to show public support for my child (and I'm lucky my son doesn't mind me doing so). It's fun to express support for the team and the Org. It's quite rare that parents do this - many parents are not inclined to be involved in their child's esports world - but I've always been welcomed and encouraged to participate. Interacting with other users on Twitter is amazing as you get to meet a lot of online people who have the same interests. Because you are intruding on your child's world, you might want to ask them if they think it is alright that you do so, or come up with an agreement that you won't mention X,Y,Z. I guess not every child might welcome a parent's close involvement. 

I also occasionally interact on the Twitch stream chat but not when the games start anymore unless it's just for fun games or competitions. However, when I see something I may misconstrue as toxic and people with egos I used to become very defensive and occasionally still do. For instance, knocking a team out of competition and tweeting toxic comments rather than celebrating their own win and showing at least some limited respect to the opposing teams. I don't disagree with this banter but I just want to give an example of how it can make someone comment in retaliation but that is the whole point of comments to get a reaction and get into the minds of others.

Whether you like it or not, you now represent the 'face' of the organisation too. Self-image is an essential aspect if you want to take this seriously, I've come to understand where it can reflect upon my child and his org, and now, I do my utmost best not to make the same mistakes. I have learned that you can't just go posting online without consequences, as not everyone will like you or what you post. I didn't realise how harmful some posts can be and their effect on your mental state, including players. Now I do. I thought I was just a proud parent, but in reality, I was ego-ing myself at the expense of potentially hurting others. There are many other ways to support your gaming family members without making the same mistakes I have (and occasionally still do). Online support of your child and their team can come in many ways, with something just as simple as likes and retweets, without needing to comment further.

My anxiety never gets better during competitions; I learn to deal with it in other ways. Game watching rituals are things I say and do during a game, depending on how I feel, and every day is different. I miss some games due to work obligations, so I watch them when I get home, and I choose not to watch some games at all. But when I do, I use positive vocal and visual affirmations on how I want the game to go. It doesn't always go as planned, so I reset my assertions on importance versus non-importance. I walk around, go out in the fresh air looking at the wildlife from my alfresco. I may occasionally hold onto one of my crystal stones and focus on that, so I stop focusing on the stresses and stay in the present.

Steer clear if you are easily affected by caster, viewer & gamer comments.

Casters often do and say things to vamp up the game, and these comments can often cause controversy. After all, it is their job to commentate and keep up with the stats and give out banter. You can mute or watch the game later when your stresses are less heightened; read the comments now and then as it shows who is supporting your network. But be cautious; it can be toxic and mentally taxing to read when the game is one-sided or intense. If you find yourself in a stressful situation due to the comments, turn off chat. You don't need all that negativity! You can mute followers, unfollow, or make private lists (so you don't miss anything from your favourites). Educate yourself by talking to your gaming family member(s) or members of the gaming community. 

Have questions ready for your understanding. I can occasionally ask questions at raw moments, but it is less often than it used to be as it never ended well; we both just felt more deflated. As a gamer parent, you will learn what is essential and what is not worth the worry. Being overly concerned with numbers in K/D (Kill/Deaths) is just one performance metric, but it doesn't pay to be focusing just on that. It's about how well the players perform, like a team that counts more.

Not receiving recognition of effort can affect a player's mental health at some point in their lives, especially when they have practised for hours and the results are not showing it. There is no 'I' in teamwork, and everyone just has to put in the hours of practice even if they don't feel like it. Although putting players on pedestals is not helpful, it doesn't hurt to comment when your child is performing well individually or congratulate them on their achievements once in a while. Understanding that we don't know what's going on in the background can affect performances. I loved all the attention my son received until I learned how much pressure was on him. It creates too many expectations for the team to constantly perform at a higher level, even when it may not be possible due to mental health and problems they encounter in their private life. For example, stress can prevent further planning for tactic strategies mid-game, affecting performance, causing low self-esteem and a lack of confidence. All of which can be so hard to bounce back. As the saying goes, 'don't bring your problems to work' is easier said than done.

Connect with fellow gamer parents.

Connect with other gamer parents going through a similar, if not the same, roller coaster ride as you. I have always been shy (hard to believe, huh); I overcame many challenges over time, and it didn't happen overnight. I love that my support network has given me great advice in these more recent times. Gaming parents have reached out to me, and just knowing I wasn't alone on this journey is a huge step when being a part of the gaming environment.

In many cases, we don't talk about gaming because sometimes we as parents need a break from it, but I will never forget those who came into my life because of this experience. These are people I can now call friends, and I am grateful for them.Jake 'GodLgn' HarrisAmateur to Pro timeline on Jake's journey.

Jake started playing the games casually in 2016 with his mates and went on to join a team called Dominion in 2017, which had a different iteration of names through the years. His first tournament was the 2018 Six Invitational qualifier and today he was the only original member left on the team, where his Journey on that iteration ended in 2022.

Order in Years: Present to Beginning of Career

2022-05-15 Retired from R6 Seige

2022-05-08 2nd C-Tier Oceanic Championship Series 2022 - Stage 1 Team Bliss 0:3 Wildcard Gaming 2022-04-29 3rd C-Tier Oceanic Nationals 2022 - Stage 1 Team Bliss 4/1/0/2 Grp S

2021-12-12 1st C-Tier Oceanic Nationals - 2021 - Finals, Chiefs Esports Club

2021-11-20 3rd-4th REKT - The MEX Gauntlet - Winner takes all, Chiefs Esports Club

2021-11-10 9th - 12th S-Tier, Six Sweden Major - 2021, Group Stage, Chiefs Esports Club

2021-10-19 1st A-Tier APAC League 2021 Playoffs - Stage 3, Chiefs Esports Club

2021-10-15 2nd A-Tier APAC South 2021 - Stage 3, Chiefs Esports Club

2021-10-15 2nd Misc APAC League 2021 - South Division, Chiefs Esports Club

2021-10-11 1st Misc Oceanic Nationals - 2021, Chiefs Esports Club

2021-10-09 1st C-Tier Oceanic Nationals - 2021, Stage 3, Chiefs Esports Club

2021-08-01 1st C-Tier Oceanic Nationals 2021 - Stage 2, Chiefs Esports Club

2021-07-22 5th A-Tier APAC South 2021 - Stage 2, Chiefs Esports Club

2021-04-25 9th - 10th A-Tier APAC League 2021 Playoffs - Stage 1, Chiefs Esports Club

2021-04-18 1st C-Tier Oceanic Nationals 2021 - Stage 1, Chiefs Esports Club

2021-04-15 3rd A-Tier APAC South 2021 - Stage 1, Chiefs Esports Club

2021-03-06 2nd D-Tier REKT - The OMEN Gauntlet, Elevate

2020-12-13 17th - 32nd Qualifier Six Invitational 2021 Asia Pacific, Elevate

2020-07-05 7th B-Tier Six Masters 2020, Elevate

2020-03-26 2nd A-Tier Pro League Season 11 Australia and New Zealand, Elevate

2019-12-08 3rd Qualifier Six Invitational 2020 Asia Pacific: Australia & New Zealand, Oddity Esports

2019-09-26 3rd A-Tier Pro League Season 10 Asia Pacific: Australia & New Zealand, Oddity Esports

2019-09-01 5th - 8th B-Tier Six Masters 2019, Oddity Esports

2019-07-21 7th - 8th B-Tier Six Masters 2019 - Group Stage, Oddity Esports

2019-07-01 2nd Qualifier Six Major Raleigh 2019 - Asia Pacific: Australia & New Zealand, Oddity Esports

2019-03-27 4th A-Tier Pro League Season 9 - Asia Pacific: Australia & New Zealand, Oddity Esports

2019-02-24 5th - 6th Qualifier Oceanic Cup 2019 - Last Chance Qualifier, Oddity Esports

2019-01-26 9th - 16th D-Tier Summer Series 2019, Oddity Esports

2019-01-06 4th Qualifier Six Invitational 2019 - Asia Pacific: Australia & New Zealand, Onyxian

2018-09-19 4th A-Tier Pro League Season 8 Asia Pacific: Australia & New Zealand, Freshman Class 2018

2018-06-30 2nd Qualifier Six Major Paris 2018 Asia Pacific: Australia and New Zealand, SYF Gaming

2018-05-16 3rd - 4th Qualifier Pro League Season 7 Asia Pacific: Australia & New Zealand Relegation, SYF Gaming

2017-12-16 4th Qualifier Six Invitational 2018 Asia Pacific: Australia & New Zealand Qualifier, Onyxian

Final Conclusion

Gaming is AWESOME. Good luck to everyone who wants to make a career out of it.

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Disclaimer: My thoughts and beliefs are just that, mine.

Special Thank Yous

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