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Bad Ideas

Summary: Sometimes, you have bad ideas. Some end worse than others, this one in particular.

Title: Bad Ideas (Pt. I of ?)
Word Count: 1 484 (between a drabble and a fic, woops)
Warnings: Cursing, boulders, falling.
Characters: Revali, Reader
Relationships: None, yet.

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@the-rumbles thanks for the cap! o 7o

an actual redraw this time

accidentally spent longer on this than i meant to”“““ so here it is unfinished. lapis is perpetually gloomy so honestly she should always be desaturated…. coulda made the rubies a bit brighter but i like them better rust colored cause theyre ruff n tumbl warriors. changed lapis face to match the style of the rubies better. brought the barn closer and curved the horizon line for dramatique effequet ™

(i also dont remember the specific context but as a stand alone i decided to change rubies pose to a more actiony one than her just floating in space e 7e )

there she go….

i love wc’s boulder so much u dont even k n o w hes a minor character but imo he’s like, got this name boulder and everyone expects a huge, hulking cat w/ a deep voice and big ole paws to come stomping up

but in reality out comes a small, skinny, and fluffy lil twink w/ these pretty gray-blue eyes and hes like “oh hiiii yeah im boulder”

he’s so small and literally not what anyone expects and i love him

HOT MAMA…….. say hello to Boulder Opal! This gem of a gem is a fusion between my boy Hemimorphite and komarvnaegi​‘s Agate geode. She’s a swingin’ lounge singin’ permafrost princess, and don’t let anyone tell you different!

Hemi lends calm and control to the fusion mix, especially with less experienced partners. Bless the messes my boy gets into, I’m really diggin her look! :’^)

Also, I may or may not have gotten in too deep while designing her, so may I humbly suggest THIS as a theme?? Yes. Yes I may.


REQUESTED BY @amy-rosetaylor


You saw the Deatheater form the spell before you could comprehend who their wand was pointing at, and James’ shout filled the air before there was time enough to push him out of harms way.

You had to get him to cover.

Curses flew like violent winds through the air around you, one particularly nasty one just narrowly missed your foot as you dragged Prongs with you behind the pile of smouldering boulders to you left.

“Im fine! It’s okay (Y/N) really” he tried to reassure you as you checked him over, seeing if anything needed immediate treatment, to your relief the jagged wound to his shoulder was neither deep nor serious enough to put him out of action.

“Easy for you to say” You scoffed “If you go home with even a single hair out of place Lily will have me six foot under in ten seconds flat!” At the mention of his heavily pregnant wife James’ face took on a worried look, the way this battle was looking he was beginning to fear that he might not make it home at all…Sensing his troubled thoughts you placed a reassuring hand on his uninjured shoulder.

“Don’t worry mate, we’ll beat these sodding Deatheaters yet!” With these parting words you leapt back into the fray. Throwing hex after hex, dodging almost as many as you were dealing out, and some time later you found yourself fighting back to back with your husband.

“Alright?” Sirius panted, unable to take his eye off of the masked bastard on the receiving end of his wand long enough to check on your wellbeing for himself.

“Fine. Pissed. But fine” you shot back, blocking an unforgivable curse just in the nick of time. Over your shoulder you heard Sirius bark a laugh.

“No change there then” came his cheeky reply. Rolling your eyes you told him to duck and whipped round, sending a stunning spell over his head and straight between the eyes of a Deatheater that was getting about as close to Padfoot as you were prepared to let them.

“You alright?” You asked, looking him over worriedly as he stood. He had a couple bad cuts and appeared to be limping slightly, but nothing life threatening it seemed. Stepping forward he tugged you to him by your waist and kissed you in a way that spoke of worry and adrenaline, and that overwhelming desire to have one’s loved ones safe .

“I’ll feel better once we’re all outta here” he murmured against your lips.

“Same here sweetheart” you replied softly. You leaned in to steal another kiss but you were dragged back by your hair and pulled up against someone who was -rather rudely- jabbing their wand into the skin of your throat. You heard Sirius’ shouts of panic as you struggled against the tight grip the man had around you.

“Everybody stop where you are!” The Deatheater holding you hostage commanded, his voice magically booming all across the raging battlefield. One by one your friends turned to look upon you and your captor, varying expressions of horror, anger and fear spread across their faces. None however seemed more horrified, more angry, or more terrified than Sirius. He stepped forward slowly but halted immediately when the Deatheater pushed his wand harder against you, drawing a tiny whimper from your lips.

“One more step blood-traitor and she’s dead” he growled menacingly. Your husband’s eyes were murderous as he stared down the arsehole that dared to threaten you, the love of his life, his features contorted in his rage. The Deatheater only smirked and turned his head to sniff your hair, causing a shudder of revolution to quake through you. Creep.

“I think we’ll take this one with us…dont you think boys?” His crude implications were met with dark leers from the other Deatheaters.

“LIKE HELL YOU WILL!” Yelled Sirius, managing to restrain himself from moving forward, after sll the git’s wand was still far to up close and personal with your jugular.

“Oh no?” The man crooned, stirring up more dark laughter from his friends “and how exactly do you plan to stop me?” Sirius opened his mouth to shoot back some threat or other but stopped when Remus placed a hand on his shoulder, keeping him from making any mistakes that could cost you your life.

Oh for Godric’s sake!

Taking matters into your own hands you slammed your head back into the Deatheaters face, breaking his nose and causing him to drop his wand. Sirius rushed to you as you stumbled forward, encircling you in his arms and tilting your head back gently to inspect the cut left in you skin from the sheer pressure with which the wand was pushed into you. A sheen of darkness settled over his eyes as he slowly looked up to glare into the eyes of the man stupid enough to make someone that Sirius Black cares about bleed. He placed a kiss on your forehead and passed you over to Remus, who hugged you tight in relief.

Sirius stooped to pick up the man’s wand and weighed it in his hand for a moment, keeping the Deatheater pinned with that famous Black glare.

“Pads mate” James called out as he made his way through the battle that had sprung back to life when you made your escape. “What are you doing with that?”

Sirius only smirked as he finally closed in on his prey. Seconds later the wanker’s cries filled the air, drawing the attention of the other Deatheaters, who all fled almost on the spot at the horrific image of a man experiencing what happens when you try to hurt Mrs Black.

okay so. ive spent whole day in college. and then worked on a commission.

but i literally wouldnt sleep well if i did nothing for @arrt-jim-lad , because of how much of an amazing person and friend he is. and he deserves a goddamn bday gift. and one he shall get. period. thats how good he is. that is.


sunny made the sign. he’s proud. both of the sign and boulder.

photo: “ Doing an unnecessary dyno at 25ft because giant foam pits are awesome. This is at The Hub climbing gym up in Canada.”

Y'all should be pretty used to this random curiosity that we at The Daily Send take in those of you rock wrastlers that choose to tune in via our Facbook, Twitter and Tumblr- we want to know who you are and typically, in the venture to learning who each of you are we stumble to the understanding of how fucking rad every one of you folks are you. So here I present to you another of your peers- peeled back and poked through a small chat about climbing- what happens when you chose to chase the wave of a climber’s high and what this means to Andy Lipnicky (@ratherbeclimbing).

Climbers are lazy and this might just be a little long for a photo-based blog site to capture your attention, so watch out for the ellipsed and paraphrased version that only gives you the gems hidden in the goods and please, go bug this guy over @ratherbeclimbing, he’s one hell of a conversation.

Okay, so from the beginning, when did you start climb

I started climbing in my senior year of undergrad, about 5 years ago. I got started pretty late.

Why do you say pretty late?

Well most of the really, really good climbers out there seem to have started when they were super young so I tend to feel that I’m a little late to the game.

I wouldnt sell yourself short. To say you started late is to brand your capabilities with an excuse, anything is possible and stranger things have happened. But regardless, your senior year of undergrad, what- or who- sparked the desire to start climbing

That’s very true, just because I started late doesn’t mean I can’t still achieve great climbs or climb really hard. I just wish I could have been climbing longer! It really started pretty randomly. I had a few friends up for a visit and I took them climbing at a local gym for a fun thing to do and I had a ton of fun. So then I started taking different friends to the gym. Each one said they had fun, but no one wanted to really go again. After my fifth or sixth time, one of the employees recognized me and taught me all about bouldering. Then I realized I could climb without a belayer and I was hooked. I was driving 45 minutes, three or four times a week to go climb. Then I found out my undergrad was only 20 minutes away from a great gym, so I was all set to continue climbing once I went back to school

So would you say youre a bouldering by preference?

Oh, definitely. I could go about that for awhile

Im a boulderer too, no worries there– so,what about bouldering captures you more? I mean, in terms of focusing your attention there over other forms of climbing

The reason I love climbing is the grace and beauty of it. When executing a good climb, you should feel like you’re dancing with the wall, flowing with the rock. In bouldering, there is absolutely no restrictions. It’s you, it’s the rock, and that’s it. It’s simple and has no restrictions beyond what you are willing to try. I understand that there is a beauty in roped climbing as well. There is beauty in the minimization of energy, that every move must be calculated and exact and fluid, but for me the rope is a mood killer. That being said, I am not a free climber.

Well said. So do you see climbs as conquests…as a way of overcoming the rock at all?

Not really, it’s more of a personal challenge. There is always an easier way to get up the rock, so the goal isn’t to get to the top. I guess the goal for me is to prove to myself that I can do it. Like I said before, a good route should feel like a dance, and I want to be a fluid and flawless as possible. It’s about good execution and about doing awesome moves that make you feel powerful and strong. Even a V0 can feel amazing if it’s got good flow.

Okay so now Im curious, where exactly is your home crag?

Currently I live in Rochester, NY. My home gym is in an old barn called The Red Barn at the RIT campus. I started climbing at the Niagara Climbing Center, and I really learned how to climb at On The Edge in Melbourne, FL. College life makes you have many homes haha I guess my home outdoor crag would be the Niagara Glen in Ontario, Canada. I grew up in Western New York, not much outdoor climbing around unless you’re willing to drive to the Daks [Adirondacks]

Interesting…how long into it did it take you to get regularly outdoors?

I went outdoor climbing after about a year of climbing for spring break trip. I had a great time but I was going to school in FL so outdoor climbing meant a 7+ hour trip. It wasn’t really until a year ago that I got into outdoor climbing. Now I have a bunch of unsent problems that I dream about

We all beta dance in our sleep…Have you ventured anywhere else to climb besides in Ontario?

Oh yeah, I’ve climbed at Priest Draw, AZ, Little Rock City/Stone Fort, TN(love that place, can’t wait to go back), and a few places in the Daks. The Daks are where all my current projects are.

Of these other crags though, do you have a favorite?

Little Rock City was my first outdoor bouldering experience, so it will always hold a special place for me. But really, it’s ideal. Super easy approach, a crazy number of problems, great guidebook, locals almost always there and super friendly. It’s really an awesome place. Also, Jimmy Webb climbs there and he’s pretty cool, I guess.

What would you say is one rather significant climbing experience for you?

Hmm. Thats a really good question. I’m not sure I have a single defining moment. Maybe it’s a cop out, but this last weekend I was climbing at Mckenzie Ponds, NY and I sent my first outdoor V5. I haven’t climbed all that much outdoors really so I don’t actually know where my level is at. Gym routes are often graded really soft. But after only a few tries I was on top and it felt great! I did it again right afterward just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.

Why is this particularly significant then?

I’m coming back from a fairly recent injury. I was really strong last spring, the strongest I’ve ever been but I was training hard and climbing harder and it was too much. I pulled down hard on a crimp and heard the dreaded POP of my pulley blowing out. That was last April and I’m finally getting back into being able to pull hard again. So being able to throw down a crimpy V5 feels like a great step in the right direction.

It mustve been one hell of a feeling. I think injury is something that plagues us all and its a by product of the passion pushing us further than we should go sometimes

I had set the goal for myself of climbing a V10 by the end of 2015 and then blew my pulley. It was really demoralizing to come to terms with the fact that I was now looking at a 6 month recovery period just to get back to where I was before the injury. When I was able to climb again, all I could really do was V0s and few V1s before I had to call it a day. It was really tough to keep up the psych.

Yea but thats the nature of any relationship- including that with rock. There are the ups and the downs, accomplishments and setbacks

Definitely. It’s so hard to call it a day even when you know you’re exhausted. “Just one more burn.”

Its just hard to come to terms with. So through the injury and all the down bullshit that comes with it- what was it that kept you on the track of being in love with climbing- what is it that is most important to you about it? What essentially is your climbing philosophy?

The gym is my zen place. It’s the place I can go and know that nothing outside those doors matters. Everyone here is here for the same reason, the love of climbing. Besides being injured, I had a lot going on in my personal life and the gym gave me a safe place to just escape all of that for a while. The people who climb are amazing. They’re accepting, they’re kind, and they’re psyched to climb and psyched that you’re climbing, no matter what level climber you are. Let’s be honest, we all think we go to the gym to crush, but most of us really go to the gym to shoot the shit and hang out with people. We’re all a huge family. So I guess, not climbing means not being a part of that and not being able to do the thing I love. So really, not climbing is not really much of an option. I’m not sure what it means to have a climbing philosophy, so I hope I answered your question and didn’t ramble off topic…

No that was perfect. What is the rest of your life like- what do you do for work? How old are you?

I’m a graduate student. I study astrophysics, my topic of specialty are dwarf galaxies. I’m 25

How often to you climbing? how often are you exposed to the community?

At the moment, I climb every Tuesday and Thursday. I workout at the climbing gym every Monday, Wednesday, Friday. I set routes on Wednesday mornings and I forerun other routes on Sundays… So I’m at the gym 6 days a week. I pretty much know everyone there. And since it’s now October, I try to outdoor climb on the weekends.

Oh, a regular, I like it. Any other outdoor activities youre involved with?

Of course, I enjoy hiking and camping, although I don’t do nearly as much as I’d like to. I’ve been known to disc golf and slack line as well.

So there you have it everyone- Andrew Lipnicky. He’s smart in all those intergalactic ways- handsome in the make-your-girlfriends-drool kind of way (trust me, he sent the ‘obligatory shirtless’ bouldering picture)- well versed in his explanation of that fiery passion that drives him to lose a little more skin on rock-and he truly knows how to shoot the shit. Keep your eyes out for this one, you’d be lucky to share a spot with this monkey. 

Alyssa Newman