ball poi


And though I’m not afraid, I know it won’t be the same without you.


Random favorite Root&Shaw moments:
↳ Root flirts shamelessly, Shaw rolls her eyes grumpily; The Saga.

This is what shipping a femslash pairing feels like:

It’s a game of football, and it’s your team against the het team. And the het team’s fans sometimes like to talk about playing nice and not being sore losers, but you can’t help noticing that their team get to compete like normal and your team have to play barefoot, blindfolded and with one arm tied behind their backs.

Yet sometimes, amazingly, your team manages to get the ball, and they start running and running and it really seems that, despite all the odds, they might score a goal. (Or a touchdown. I’ll be honest, I’m not really sure what kind of football we’re playing here.)

But then someone notices what’s going on, someone higher up - a team owner or league boss, and they can’t let your team win. That just doesn’t happen. So they press the special button they save for emergencies that tilts the field at a 45 degree angle and suddenly your players are struggling to run uphill and the other team snatches the ball and *they* score the goal (or touchdown).

And the other team’s fans all cheer, and tell you it was obvious that was going to happen from the start and not to be so bitter just because the better team won. And you *did* know, in your heart of hearts, that things would turn out this way - because they almost always do. But just this once you let yourself hope, and you don’t see why you should be made to feel bad about that. 


Okay, sooo I got really excited about the idea of culture bending, and I was like, Oh it would be super cool if Yu-Gi-Oh took place in a different culture, well at least the Egyptian part of it. I fought between Aztec and Polynesian, but being a polynesian I was a bit biased.

It was hard, because the cultures don’t really fit, and neither does the story. I talked to my grandfather about royalty and stuff back in the Islands (particularly Samoa) and they arent ruled by an over all King like the Pharaoh in Egypt. In Samoa it’s run by a chief, or a Matai. There were the Malieatoa family, which were kings (are kings?) Im not sure, sorry, but I thought Hey, Atem was a king, so if it took place in the Islands of Polynesia, maybe his name would be Atamu Malietoa.. (Atamu means Adam, and I know Atem was based off of an Egyptian deity, but I thought Atem was pronounced Adam for some reason soo shhh)

Also, I’m not sure if there was gold and stuff like that in the Islands, so instead of the Millennium items, I thought it would be interesting if they were made out of either Rock or bones. I looked up some Polynesian mythology, and there are creatures known as the Taniwha, and maybe Tagaloa (Tangaloa also known as Tangaroa) who was one of the top Gods of the Islands told the people to create seven different items of peace to protect the islands, and to use the bones of a Taniwha as a symbol of Tagaloa power? The idea has lots of problems, but ya.. 

Next I took Mahad and Mana. The way the Dark Magician looked reminded me of the costume of the Hawaiian warriors, and Manas head dress and skirt/dress reminded me of a hula costume. The Millennium ring became a carved bone necklace as well.

Seto and Kisara I thought, maybe from the Island of Tonga. The Millennium Rod I made a Tongan club known as a Kolo. Since Seto and Atem kinda have beaf with each other like Tonga and Samoa did back back back in the day, I thought it would be an interesting twist, and since Atem and Seto are cousins, I thought it would be cool that maybe Setos father had a Tongan wife without his older brother knowing, kinda like how it happened in the anime in Egypt, since apperently that Pharaoh didnt know Aknadin had a family. 

I read a story about how there was one polynesian man in mythology with blonde hair, and I thought maybe Kisara had that thing going for her with her white hair and blue eyes, which I feel are very essential to her character. I also thought it would be cool if she were some sort of Tongan princess :)

Unlike Egypt, none of the islands really had any symbols or tattos for an eye, so the Millennium Eye and Aknadin were kinda hard to do, but in the end, it still turned out to be an eye carved from the Taniwha bone with Maori symbols, because when I looked up Polynesian Eye Tattoo, I got Maori designs, and it was the closest thing, so I tried. I have never been good with Maori Tattoos, so I apologize if they look terrible.

Akefia (or Thief King Bakura) was my favorite to do. I thought it would be interesting if he were from an Island called Tutuila (now its American Samoa) and maybe his village was used as bait for the Taniwha, and thats why he has a grudge against everyone and hates everyone. I gave him a Pe'a, because I maybe he was the Matais son, and when all of them died and he reached the age, he would feel it was his right and still be the chief of his village, but who knows…

Lastly I did the Ishtar siblings. Because of Odions face Tattoo, it reminded me of the Maori face tattoo, so I thought it would be  cool if they were from Aotearoa (New Zealand). The Millennium Necklace became a Maori Hei Tiki, which is a symbol of thought, loyalty, Inner Knowledge, and Strength of Character. I gave Ishizu a Moko, which is the tattoo on her mouth, and I have always loved the poi balls, so I ave those to her as well. One of my favorite things about the Maori culture is the hongi, so I couldnt leave that out.

For Marik and Yami Marik, I took the Egyptian Gods, and his Egyptian tattoo, and Maorilized it. I freaken tried to look up polynesian dragons and couldnt find anything, but every here and there there were ‘winged lizards’. So The Winged Dragon of Ra became the Winged Taniwha of Tagaloa, Slifer the Sky Dragon became the Lizard God Pili, and Obelisk the Tormentor became a creature knowen as Tangata Manu, which were these bird men creatures that tormented people. 

Also Yami Marik has something going on with his tongue, and I thought it would fit with the Maori, when they would stick out their tongues, which meant they are gonna eat you.

I never got to Shadi, Shedah, Karim, Shimon, or Aknamkanon, but Maybe I will add them in later :) I want to have Shadi be from Fiji, and add in Niue, Tokelau, and Tahiti.

I apologize for anything that might be offensive or incorrect, feel free to correct me on things I have gotten wrong with the cultures, and thank you for viewing :)

Imagine Neil Josten: Pro at poi & hooping

I honestly can’t stop imagining it:

  • Neil sees poi spinning and hoop dancing one time (idk, through vids or in person)
  • He’s intrigued and impressed by the smooth flow of all the dancers’ movements and their seamless transitions paired with the flashing, glowing lights of the tools they wield; the mesmerising dynamics of it all makes him want to try it out for himself
  • And so he does
  • Robin online shops with him for the LED glow poi balls, sticks, nunchucks, and one large + one regular-sized LED hoop at first
  • At this point Andrew’s already graduated and on his new team, so he doesn’t know
  • Neil doesn’t think practising poi/hooping would particularly interest Andrew so of course he doesn’t mention anything, he’s always too busy simply adoring Andrew when they facetime or call each other anyway
  • Neil’s only supposed to have time for Exy, but he starts practising poi and hooping on the dl / whenever he can’t go outside because it allows him to simultaneously concentrate and relax
  • It’s not quite the same feeling running gives him but it’s a good feeling, especially on rainy nights or when he’s just feeling particularly homesick from Andrew, he’ll practise with the thought that one day he’ll show Andrew his Smooth Moves
  • Let’s just pretend Neil naturally has a good sense of body rhythm and so he gets real good, real fast after following Youtube tutorial vids and letting his body feel the music/do it’s own thang
  • Let’s also just assume he practises to whatever music other hoop dancers and poi spinners move to from vids he’s watched
  • Robin is v impressed because between Exy and poi, Neil’s got talent
  • She tries to record him but Neil’s actually embarrassed and doesn’t give his consent (which she respects pls ty)
  • She doesn’t tell Andrew either bc if Neil’s not saying anything, neither is she
  • It’s just a hobby of Neil’s and so he continues at it on top of Exy and leading his team
  • Then, Andrew comes to visit for a few days and they do their Andreil thang but the day before Andrew has to leave, it’s only during mid afternoon that Andrew starts to seem a bit off and tense
  • Leaving Neil affects Andrew the way having to see Andrew go affects Neil
  • So Neil suggests they go for a drive in Neil’s car
  • In Neil’s car, secretly stocked with his poi paraphernalia 
  • Andrew merely gets in the driver’s seat and doesn’t even need to ask where to before Neil points in some random direction and off they go
  • Turns out they end up driving along a completely open road, no one around for miles
  • Amidst no buildings, alone together and under the stars, they stop and take a breather (a.k.a they whip out the ciggies while sitting on the hood of the car)
  • “Gonna miss me too much then,” Neil teases, questions, states and Andrew just puffs smoke at him in acquiescence
  • Neil flushes and an idea suddenly springs to mind
  • He casually says he wants to show Andrew something
  • Despite the Silent Minyard Treatment, Andrew’s confusion when Neil takes out his hoop and poi items is a sight to behold
  • Neil tells Andrew to pick one and with a raised eyebrow but an otherwise unimpressed gaze, Andrew picks the nunchucks
  • Neil hands Andrew his phone, the playlist ready, and asks Andrew again, “Pick one.”
  • Neil smiles a beautiful smile and says, “Just watch. You can record me if you want.”
  • And when the music starts, so does the show
  • Neil puts on a show for Andrew the likes of which he’s never seen before
  • Cigarette fallen to the ground, Andrew’s like Excuse. You. What. The. Fuck.
  • With the stars above and the darkness around them, Andrew is the moth and Neil is the flame
  • Simply stunning
  • Neil is hypnotising
  • And Andrew is burning
  • Andrew is fucking mesmerised, he feels ignited from within, and for the duration of the first song, he tries not to be so stunned / tries to not let some alright moves affect him so???
  • When Neil stops, Andrew thinks he won’t stand for that however
  • Andrew Minyard is So Gay for Neil Josten right now
  • He is so fucking here for this, yes
  • The hoops,” he grounds out and Neil only smiles, swapping out the nunchucks for the large hoop as the song changes
  • Andrew is just so hot for the way Neil moves, from his hips to his legs to his arms; the way Neil spins that shit around his body, all over and across and around his whole damn body
  • Andrew’s completely transfixed on all of Neil, he’s unable to look away and he has no need for a recording
  • Is Neil an idiot: pfft yes, because Andrew, oh, he won’t forget this 
  • The show goes on for a while as Neil expertly wields all that glows and demonstrates what he’s got using every equipment he has, each to a new song
  • When it’s all over, Andrew has to get himself in order
  • “Cool, right?” Neil grins and Andrew gets a hold of him immediately
  • “Yes or no?”
  • “Yes—”
  • Needless to say, passionate things were done on and inside Neil’s car and when Andrew leaves the next morning, though they’re both eager for the next time they’ll see each other, the distance doesn’t seem too bad
  • Not when Andrew has the vivid images of Neil poi spinning and hooping in his head, and Neil has the knowledge that Andrew quite frankly enjoys Neil’s new hobby (and skills)
  • One day soon after, Neil gets a package and finds that he’s been given an LED light staff, accompanied by a short message: Use this next time.
  • And so Neil masters wielding the staff
  • Neil let’s Robin record him after he finds a cool song to move to and Neil sends the video of him using the staff to Andrew who immediately replies with a, ‘don’t send vids to me.’
  • Robin tells him Andrew meant that he wants to see Neil show him in person, but also Neil should send vids to the original Foxes
  • And so Neil does
  • Nicky loses his shit and demands more videos (also implores Erik to take hooping lessons with him), Dan and Matt are so impressed and proud (they also want more videos); Renee praises Neil’s skill, Allison curses that she never even thought to bet that this could be a thing, Kevin scolds Neil and tells him not shirk on Exy practice (which he doesn’t, obvs, but then Neil sends them a vid of him wielding his Exy racquet LOL), and finally, Aaron doesn’t care for it at all… but when Katelyn tries hooping, then Aaron does care for that very much
  • Let’s just say Andrew feeds Neil’s poi hobby more than he does his Exy obsession 
  • He buys Neil all the poi and hooping gear and equipment
  • The only thing Andrew and Neil both know Neil won’t try is fire poi; ain’t about dat life
  • Whenever the Foxes get together they make Neil dance for them; basically it’s his party trick, one that no one gets tired of watching
  • Sometimes, when Andrew needs to anchor himself, the image of Neil dancing with glowing and flashing lights is enough for Andrew to concentrate on and calm him
  • Nothing is better than seeing Neil dance for him in the flesh though
  • In the future, any time Neil wants to put on a show for Andrew (whether he knows Andrew’s having an off day or whenever they go out for drives and stop in the middle of nowhere), Andrew does not object to it at all, ever.

Requested by Anon

Prompt: Can I request a Clint x Reader where Clint and reader get in a prank war and the reader ends up getting hurt and Clint feels really bad. All the while neither know that they like each other, so Clint tell the reader that’s why he was so worried about her after she got hurt

Warnings: Use of adult language, mention of extremely brief nudity

AN: As with all my Clint x Readers….we’re pretending Laura never existed here

“So this is the new recruit?” Clint asked as he looked over your file with a chuckle. “A raver chick with some tricked out poi balls?” He added as he dropped the file on the table.

“Says the archer with some tricked out arrows.” You quipped back feeling just a little insulted, if anyone could relate to you you’d think it would be him, afterall, you both came from a circus back ground…just you used fabric chains and metal balls and blades and he used a bow and arrow…not too far off really. “And really the poi is just for performance…The rope dart and meteor hammer and the kung fu training that came with them are the parts people tend to worry about.” You added as you let the ball to your meteor hammer hit the floor, splintering the wood under your feet.

“Hey, Coulson and Fury both recommended we take her on, let’s at least see what she can do.” Steve whispered as you began your demonstration. It was hard to tell where the dance and acrobatic skills ended and where your fighting skills began. But it was clear you were well trained in soft weapon combat and you moved with your meteor hammer like it was your best friend. The fire emitting rope dart really got Steve’s attention, seeing how useful that could be. But what got Clint’s attention was your grace and beauty…just too bad about that attitude…it rivaled his own far too much.

~ ~ ~ ~

The morning was dragging on in the Avengers tower. It had only been a week since you showed up and when you weren’t training or fighting you found yourself incredibly bored. But boredom could be easily taken care of, the real problem you found living here was there were no snacks you liked to call just your own…Thor ate all the pop tarts, Tony went through all the blueberries…And Clint would plow through the entire bag of oreos in a sitting! Of course that wouldn’t have been a problem if he didn’t put the empty oreo container back in the cupboard when he was done. But he did, which had gotten your hopes up somewhere around midnight for some milk and cookies…finding a grocery store open at midnight in New York was much harder than you thought.

Earlier in the day the rest of the Avengers had left for a mission. You really were fine staying behind, you understood not every situation called for every member of the team, especially one skilled in soft weapons…Tony and Bruce had stayed behind as well, so it wasn’t like you were totally alone. Only, those two were off doing their science bros thing in the lab on the top floors leaving you to your own devices in the common areas. The only thing that made staying behind so annoying for you was the remark Clint had made on their way out; “Don’t worry (Y/N), next time we throw a rave you’ll be the first we call.” He really had some nerve making fun of your weapons specialty…Robin Hood wannabe! So you sat in the kitchen drinking some coffee as you waited for either those two to come out or for the rest of the team to come home. As you sat contemplating the aggravation Clint has caused you over the past 24 hours the perfect idea came into your head.

You abandoned your mug and ran off to the bathroom at speeds you weren’t aware you could run as you grabbed the toothpaste and returned to the kitchen to get out the oreos. You scraped out the creme into the trash and replaced it with some toothpaste before returning everything where you found it. You giggled to yourself for a while, sipping on your coffee once more to keep yourself from laughing.

“Hey Clint, I got some more oreos.” You called out in a sugary sweet tone, wanting him to think you had done him a favor while he was out.

“Awesome! Thanks (Y/N), you’re the best!” He bounded over to the cupboard excited for his treat. You watched, hiding your smile behind your mug as he bit into the horrible mix of texture and flavors. His smile faded into a look of pure disgust as he spat the minty goop and cookie into the trash. “You are a fuckng monster!” He snapped as you laughed. “Who messes with oreos!”

“Who puts an empty pack back into the cupboard.” You replied, unable to shake the smile caused by the foul look on Clint’s face as he grumbled a vow to get you back for this.

The next day Clint sat at the kitchen table, foot up, relaxing as he flipped through a magazine, a plate of oreos and a nice tall glass of milk sitting in front of him. You eyeballed him suspiciously as you began your daily hunt for a snack. “I picked up some new oreos this morning because you butchered the last of them.” He said flatly as his eyes followed you around the kitchen.

“Nice try…Not buying it.” You quipped before pulling a box of chips ahoy cookies out of the cupboard instead. You let your finger slide under the cardboard, enjoying the safety of being the one to break the seal on the box. “I’ll have these instead.” You stuck your tongue out to him while you poured yourself a nice tall glass of milk.

“Suit yourself.” He muttered with a grin a mile wide, going back to flipping through pages, not really bothering to read anything there. You couldn’t help thinking he’d be almost cute if it wasn’t for how horribly annoying he could be. You so much wanted to eat those cookies, but he had sworn to get you back, and he was acting pretty suspicious.

“Ok…what did you do?” You demanded as you set the glass down on the counter, twirling to face him.

“Wha-…I didn’t do anything! You’re paranoid!” He paused as he got up, drinking from his glass of milk before walking over to you, moving in so close you could feel his breath on your face as his strong arm moved past you and snatched one of your cookies off your plate and shoved it into his mouth. “See?” Crumbs flew from his mouth pelting you in the face before he walked off. You took  a moment to calm yourself from the encounter before finally taking a bite of your chocolate chip cookies and a sip of milk, only to spit it all back out with a cry of disgust. Corn starch mixed with water looks way too much like milk! At the sound Clint jumped from around the corner of the door. “Boom!” He exclaimed while crossing his arms at his crotch.

Of course that just meant war. It went on for months. The both of you spent all of your free time thinking about each other and how to top the latest prank. You’d change the language setting on his phone and he’d program your autocorrect to replace common words with curse words. He’d seran wrap your door so you seran wrapped his toilet seat. You covered his car in sticky brightly colored notes in a pattern so they’d read “The raver was here.” so he loaded your hair dryer with baby powder. As time went on it went from revenge on one another over a petty remark or a careless act and became all in good fun, and you each came to expect something to happen…it kept you both on your toes, especially around each other.

~ ~ ~ ~

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” You heard Natasha’s smooth voice ask as you unscrewed Clint’s shower head.

“Have you ever dyed your hair with kool aid?” You chuckled at the idea of a purple Hawkeye as you filled the fixture with the purple powder of grape kool-aid mix.

“Hoping Clint will run out naked eh?” She teased causing you to pause in your work just long enough for her to see you blushing at the comment.

“No…It’s what he gets for putting baby powder in my hair dryer, that’s all.” You insisted as you finished screwing the shower back together. “I’m not even going to be here to enjoy this one… I’m fire dancing with my poi for a charity event tonight.” Even though you had been with the Avengers for some time now you still loved performing, and charity seemed like the best time for that.

Nat just laughed, she’d been watching the two of you torture each other and she knew you both well enough to know either of you would only put this much effort into what you were doing if you liked one another. “You want me to record it for you?” She half teased.

“Oh you are the best!” You just about pounced on Nat with a hug and a kiss on her cheek. You couldn’t wait to see

“Oh hell no! I’m gonna kill her!” Nat held her hand over her mouth trying not to laugh at the purple tone Clint’s skin and hair has taken as he ran out of his room in a towel, holding her phone up to record the experience for you to enjoy when you got home.

Clint looked up hearing the stifled laughter. “Oh Nat no! You were in on this?” His face sunk into disappointment as he discovered his best friend has betrayed him.

She shook her head as she ended the recording. “Just recording.” She promised as she pocketed the phone. “Purple suits you though.”

“Where is she?!” He demanded as he adjusted his grip on the towel. “She’s at a benefit.” She answered as she turned to retreat to her room. “She’ll be gone just about all night, so you have plenty of time.” She paused, turning back to her friend. “You two should really just kiss or sleep together or something…get it over with. These pranks are starting to get a little out of hand.”

Later that night you came home from your benefit, sweaty and tired, your poi safely tucked away in a bag in your hand. You wore a smile of a day well spent, you couldn’t wait to see the video Nat took and you couldn’t help wondering if Clint was still purple. Oh well, those things would have to wait until morning. It was far too late to bother anyone, besides, all you wanted to do was go to bed. “Oh come on.” You wined as you opened the door to find that Clint had duct taped all your belongings to the ceiling. You looked over the situation, you had to appreciate the work Clint put into this one…probably took him all night. “If you did all this then you must still be purple.” You said to yourself as you began to try to pull your bed down, a task you should not have done alone. You gave out a loud yelp as the duct tape gave in and your bed came toppling down on you.

Clint did indeed work all night still purple on his latest prank, he’d only just gotten done in the shower when he heard your yelp and the loud clatter of the heavy furniture falling around you. His eyes went wide realizing what that sound was. He grabbed a pair of pants, pulling them on as he ran down the hall. “Oh no! (Y/N)!” He cried before rushing to lift the bed off of your leg, seeing that the weight and force of the bed landing on your right leg and foot pretty mangled.

“You purple asshole!” You screamed out in pain as he lifted you up, holding you close to him. Despite Clint’s best efforts in the shower he did infact still have a bit of a purple tint to his hair.

“Yeah, yeah…I know, I’m a dick. Now come on, let’s go wake up Dr. Cho.” The joy of a prank well executed on Clint’s face has been replaced with worry as he carried you bridal style, holding you close as if to protect you from any more harm. “You should have come to get me. I’d have helped you get everything down.” You looked up to him as he used his foot to hit the elevator buttons, taking in the wrinkles of his worried face.

“You put a lot of work into that one.” You chuckled resting your head on his bare chest, exhausted from your long night.

~ ~ ~ ~

You had been in the infirmary all night, but despite the lack of sleep clint refused to leave your side, even after Dr. Cho assured him that it was only a few broken bones and you would live. You could see a look in Clint’s eyes that you hadn’t seen before, you could tell he was genuinely worried about your wellbeing and remorseful he let this pranking go this far. His strong hands wrapped around yours as his sweet as pie smile wrapped around your heart, forcing you to confront feelings for him that you refused to acknowledge.

“(Y/N)…I’m sorry I let things go this far…I never wanted to see you get hurt.” He said for about the 100th time in the last few hours. He spoke softly as he watched you rest on the bed, remembering the beauty of your weapons demo when you first came to the tower on SHEILD’s request. The light of the rising sun through the windows bounced off his baby blue eyes, making them almost shine as he watched over you.

“Dude, I’ve forgiven you about 100 times tonight. Can you please just shut up and go to bed so I can get some sleep?” The teasing tone in your voice and the fact that you have refused to let go of his hand was enough to let him know you really didn’t want that, you wanted him to stay, to comfort you.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that if something serious were to happen to you I don’t know what I would do with myself.” He explained as his free hand brushed a strand of hair off your face.

“You’d find someone else to torment I’m sure.” You teased with a grin as you looked up into his perfect eyes.

“I’m serious (Y/N)…I’m done with the pranks. It’s gone far enough.” He paused looking down into your eyes as his free hand balled into a fist. “You…you drive me crazy. I’m never not thinking about you. I close my eyes and I see your face.” His brow was ruffled, creating those creases through his forehead that you found oddly adorable as his fist slowly moved up and down with each point he made. “You make me just want to…” He trailed off into the least intimidating gorwel you’ve ever heard before rushing his lips into yours, his fingers gripping your hair just a bit as his lips danced across yours letting out all the frustration that’s been built up over the past few months.

~ ~ ~ ~

Two Months Later

Clint woke to find a small nerf bow and arrow set sitting by his nightstand and a note that read “Hey baby, Dr. Cho took my cast off last night, and Bucky has been teaching me how to shoot. Good luck. Love you!” He chuckled as he read it before arming himself with the toy. The second he stepped out of his bedroom a small foam dart hit him in the temple.

“HA! Gotcha!” You shouted before sprinting away.

He looked over in the direction it came from to see you running around a corner, the sweet sound of your laughter echoing through the hallways.

“Oh it’s on!” He shouted after you as he ran down the hall to catch you.