Alrighty here is a (quite frankly awful) intro to the aihl v2!
I deleted the first version as I made it at 2am in the morning and it was seriously bad (and long), So yeah if anyone has some feedback or updated information on the teams I don’t know much about just send me a message.
I would also like to make shorter and waaaay less biased versions of this for each team so if you’d like to help out with those feel free to once again send me a message :)
Because there won’t be a chapter today, let me at least post a little snippet of the next chapter for Paint Me In A Million Dreams.
Harry wished he was drunk.
He was at the bar, music playing loudly behind him. Barbara was off to wherever, and whoever had come from their crew had already left. Paul had come up to him before he had gone, handing him a key card for one of the rooms in the hotel the party was held at. They’d pick him and Louis up in the morning. This way they could enjoy the party without worrying how to get back to their own hotel. Paul had arranged for clothes to be brought over, so Harry had nothing to worry about.
Harry frowned a little deeper, looking into his glass. Nothing to worry about.
For the past five years, he had worried about Chris Lyall. Harry had worried about all the things that bloke had that Harry didn’t. Which mainly had been nothing else but Luke. Now, he had split from Luke, and Harry still wasn’t over his jealousy, and he wasn’t sure why.
Chris and Louis sat at one of the tables, talking with their heads close, lips brushing each other’s skin when they leaned in to make their voices heard over the loud music. Louis had rested his hand on Chris’ thigh, and his posture was open.
Also people who aren’t in Australia but have a spare five minutes. Guys - this one is urgent. There’s a pregnant refugee on Nauru who is in a lot of trouble. She’s nearly 36 weeks along and her baby is in the wrong position for delivery - feet first. She also has a large tumour (it’s benign) against her uterus. Doctors need to manually rotate the baby (for which you need a hospital with an operating theatre on standby) or perform a caesarean (for which you need a hospital with an operating theatre).
Nauru does not have the facilities to do this. The infant mortality rate in Nauru is 30 in 1000 (Australia’s is 3 in 1000) and this woman’s chances, and her baby’s, are not looking good. Aussie doctors believe only experienced obstetricians with neonatal facilities are capable of performing the birth and being on site to treat complications. It’s insanely hard to get a visa to visit Nauru, and as mentioned above, Nauru doesn’t have the facilities regardless.
She needs to come here. So. Here’s what you need to do for her to have a chance of coming to Australia and getting the help she needs.
Minister for Immigration and Border Protection Peter Dutton and Assistant Minister for Immigration and Border Protection Alex Hawke.
Dutton’s emails are - email@example.com AND firstname.lastname@example.org
Hawke’s email is email@example.com
Just something short and sweet, you know the drill - edit this email to your liking if you don’t know what to say.
Dear Minister [DUTTON/HAWKE],
My name is [YOUR NAME] and I am from [YOUR STATE]. Recently I was made aware of the plight of a pregnant refugee on Nauru. Both her baby, and her life are endangered due to the baby’s breech position. There are not enough adequate facilities or medical staff on Nauru to assist with what may be a very difficult delivery.
Please bring this woman to Australia so she can give birth and recover in safety.
I await your reply regarding this urgent issue as soon as possible.
Usually we’d wait till next week to start ringing, but time is of the essence here. After sending the email, you need to ring Dutton’s Canberra office on (02) 6277 7860, and Hawke’s Canberra office on (02) 6277 4430.
If you live in Dutton’s electorate (Queenslanders in Dickson) or Hawke’s electorate (New South Welshies in Mitchell) also ring (07) 3205 9977 or (02) 9899 7211 respectively.
If you’re nervous about what to say, the above email can also be worked as a script to the people on the other end. Insist on the call being logged and someone following up with you on the issue.
It’s two days after Australia Day, and after swanning about welcoming new citizens and claiming that we’re open for all those who’ve come across the sea, a woman may die despite being less than four hours flight from the health care she so desperately need. Email and call these ministers now.
Nova Peris became the first Aboriginal Australian woman to win a Gold Medal as
part of the Australian Field Hockey Team, and later the first Aboriginal
woman to be elected to Australia’s Federal Parliament.
Swimmer!Luke getting ready to dive into the water for the
first time at the Olympics. About ten minutes ago, he joined the rest of the Australian
swimming team and his coach in a talk right before each of them had to jump
into the pool.
This being said, Luke hasn’t seen his lovely girlfriend in
about three hours and it’s dragging him on. He tried to stare into the crowd
and see your eyes piercing back at him, however there was just too many people
sitting in the stands.
He knows you’re out there watching him and that’s enough to
get him moving. “Five minutes till we dive Hemmo,” Ashton, his teammate, notes
knocking Luke out of his imagination.
“Alright, thanks man.” Luke responds, taking a deep break
and grabbing his cap and goggles. Walking out to the open stadium was
thrilling. The screams became louder and the fans went crazy. It was all so new
to Luke and from that moment he wanted to stand there forever, soaking in the
All moments have to end, Luke drags his feet to in front of
his corresponding number; his nerves start to kick in and the butterflies begin
to flutter inside his stomach.
I can do this, take
one home for Australia. Luke can almost hear your voice in the back of his mind
reciting all the positive words you spoke to him prior to his departure. Oh,
how he wishes he could run to you and have you whisper soothing words into his
Taking his time, Luke removes his jacket and pants leaving
him almost naked to the world in his black and blue competitive swim wear. Your
voice rings inside his mind once again.
You look like a shark Luke, sharks take what they want.
You want the gold.
From the stands Y/N stare at her boyfriend of two years. She
couldn’t believe he made it to this point. Of course she never doubted him, she’s
so proud of him and how far he’s come.
“You can do it Luke, I believe in you.” Y/N whispers to
herself, watching her boyfriend’s broad body as he strips of his jacket.
Luke’s blue eyes stare into the water, almost identical to
the color of the pool. He’s once again interrupted by a loud beep signaling him
to stand on his numbered platform, 5.
This was the moment Luke’s been training for, basically his
whole life. The open water almost taunts him, calling out to Luke to dive in
already. The other countries’ swimmers stand on their platforms, the United
States and Brazil almost squishing Luke on either side of him. Scanning both of
them, Luke’s nerves come back.
How was he supposed to beat Michael Phelps and João de Lucca
at their own game?
Another beep makes Luke’s body automatically go into
position, about .5 seconds until he gets to feel the water go through his
hands. He stares out into the deep pool, imagining him at the front of the herd
He can do this.
Y/N stands in place biting on her fingernails, she’s
probably more nervous than Luke at this moment. She knows he can do this, just
needs a little more confidence. She can’t stop her mouth from moving.
“Go Luke! I believe in you!” Y/N’s voice breaks the silence
in the room. She made her presence known and Luke definitely heard her voice
vibrate through the arena.
Luke did hear her, although he didn’t get a chance to
respond before the announcer’s voice boomed through saying the word Luke was not looking forward to.
His body naturally falls forward into the water just like
the millions of times he’s done it at practice. His arms glide through the
water propelling himself forward, just nanoseconds before the American to his
right. However, Luke doesn’t focus on him. He pays attention to how his body
moves and his arms slicing through the waves created by the other swimmers.
Luke makes it to the other side, quickly turns and kicks off
the wall with as much force he can put into his long legs. His mind flashes
blank; the only images coming into mind is her girlfriend and the ring he
placed snug in his Australian swimming jacket just on a few feet away on the
Luke feels his body react and the adrenaline pumps with his
blood. He knows the Brazilian and American swimmers are right on his tail.
Squeezing his body for the last ounce of energy he kicks his legs harder and
swings his arms out. Out of the corner of his eye he sees the crowd and quickly
sees his platform.
The end is in his sight, just a little more.
Luke continues to power his arms and legs. About 2 seconds
later his fingertips brush a wall and Luke’s eyes bulge quickly under his
goggles before he slams his palm onto the wall, keeping his place in the scoreboard.
Lifting his head out of the water, Luke clearly hears all
the scream and shouts echoing through the arena. To his right the American, Michael,
takes off his goggles and turns to Luke.
“Good job kid,” He smiles at Luke. What was he talking
“Hemmings, look at the score board.” Phelps voice announces.
Luke turns to the direction of the enormous scoreboard. He
sucks in a breath and stares at it, hoping his eyes will focus and stop playing
tricks on him.
1st Luke Hemmings, Australia – 46.62
All the air escapes Luke’s lungs
and he slams his fist down on the water smiling and laughing. He won his first
medal, and it was gold! Luke, like the nice guy he is, turns to the other
swimmers beside him, shaking their hands and accepting the congrats they give
Luke feels on top of the world.
Ashton reaches his hand down to
Luke’s level and pulls him up, “Luke, you got the gold!” His teammates voice
cracking to let out some giggles and smiles. He pulls him in for a hug,
obviously not caring Luke is soaking wet.
A high pitched voice calls out to
Luke, steadily increasing until another body jumps and wraps around his torso.
Luke just barely catching himself to prevent them from jumping into the water.
“Luke, I’m so proud of you. I knew
you could do it-“ Y/N doesn’t finish her praise because Luke pushes his wet
lips onto her dry ones. Luke slowly places Y/N onto her own two feet, backing
out of the kiss and looking her in the eyes.
Luke smiles at her and wraps his
arm around Y/N’s shoulders, just grabbing his jacket before they’re both
stopped by an interviewer.
“Luke, how does it feel to win
your first Olympic medal and it being gold?” The lady smiles and points her
microphone towards Luke.
“Well, it feels great. I just
turned 20 and I would never believe 5 years ago I’d win my first gold Olympic
medal at this age. The other swimmers were just as fast and gave me some
competition.” He responds, his accent coming out a bit stronger than usual
“And Y/N, you’re American; how did
you pick between cheering on Australia or America?” The interviewer laughs,
giving the microphone to Y/N.
“I must admit, it was kind of
tough to decide, but here I am.” Y/N snuggles further into Luke’s lean frame,
him smiling down at her.
“M’am, if I may.” Luke reaches for
the microphone and grabs it out of the lady’s hand.
“Y/N, this is kind of an unusual
place to do what I’m about to do, however it can’t wait.” Luke digs around in
his jacket pocket and pulls out a black velvet box.
“Don’t worry, I’m not proposing
YET.” Luke slowly opens the box to reveal a silver shining band. A promise
“I want to be with you, I know I want
you to be mine. And I want to see you at every and any swimming event I go to.
Whether it be the Olympics or something so small as swimming in the pool with
my little cousins. Will you accept this ring and promise to be with me and see what the future has in store with us?”
Needless to say, Luke and Y/N both
walking out with shining jewelry equally matching their vibrant smiles.