playground fights

i have this pet theory that most liberal attitudes regarding violent resistance being bad (“antifascist violence is just as bad as fascism uwu”) are directly attributable to being told as a kid that it didnt matter who started the playground fight and that hitting back was wrong no matter what

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Mrs. Dana Terrace was featured as one of the 10 Animators To Watch At Variety 

Dana Terrace

“DuckTales”

“When I’m talking to students, I always make a point of telling them to take any opportunity they can get,” says animator and director Terrace.

Terrace began living that advice after an accidental run-in with the work of Japanese animation maestro Hayao Miyazaki. When she was around 10, her mom brought home a VHS copy of Miyazaki’s “Princess Mononoke.” Terrace’s mom thought it was a kid-friendly Pokemon story, not a mature anime tale. But Terrace loved it and just knew that whatever she’d just seen was what she wanted to create herself one day.

Dave Mullins

“Lou”

Longtime Pixar animator and animation supervisor Mullins can tell you his precise super power: Perseverance.

Mullins was hired by the animation studio in 2000 and has worked on such hits as “Up,” “Inside Out” and “Monsters Inc.” He’s also been pitching ideas since 2005, getting notes from the likes of John Lasseter and Pete Docter, refining his ideas and storyboarding on weekends. His short, “Lou,” is a story about the confrontation between a bully and an unseen creature who lives in a lost & found box at a school. The idea for “Lou” got the greenlight when he found a story that was relatable to everyone from kids to grandparents.

Mullins says his father’s job meant the family moved around a lot. “And it always made me feel invisible or sometimes like I wanted to be invisible,” he says. It seems like no accident then that Mullins would create an “invisible” hero who lived in a box and was made out of things that children lost. This “guardian angel” of the playground might fight to return the lost things when a bully wants to steal them.

Though “Lou” will play in front of “Cars 3,” which opens June 16, Mullins remembers the long road of pitching and revising that brought him to this point.

“The biggest challenge was that I’d been writing and pitching stories for a while and they just never took and that can knock your confidence,” says Mullins. “But I just never gave up.”

Kira Lehtomaki

“Ralph Breaks the Internet: Wreck-It Ralph 2”

Lehtomaki will tell you she took a meandering path to Disney, but it was a one-track route. Ever since she watched “Sleeping Beauty” on the big screen at the tender age of 3, she knew what she wanted to be: not a princess, but a “drawer” for Disney, and she hasn’t looked back.

The daughter of science-minded parents, Lehtomaki studied computer science at the University of Washington instead of going to art school, because hand-drawn animation was fading and computer animation was on the rise, and “I wanted to work at Disney in any capacity.” For a time, she also studied French “because I had found out that Disney had a studio in Paris. I thought, ‘I don’t speak French, and if I desperately want to work at Disney, I want to make sure I’m available to work at any studio.‘”

With her computer science degree in hand, Lehtomaki immediately sent her resume Disney, and she got a call — from the technical department. “I remember talking to someone on the phone, and at the end he asked me, ‘So, why do you want to work at Disney?’ I said, ‘Because I really want to be an animator,'” she recalls. “There was a long pause, and then he said ‘Oh, OK. I’ll pass your resume on to the art department.’ And then I never heard back.”

Then she heard about Animation Mentor, an online art school started by animators from Pixar and Industrial Light & Magic that connects students directly with animation professionals. After completing that training, she sent Disney her reel and was admitted into Disney’s animation trainee program. Her dream finally came true.

At Disney, Lehtomaki has worked her way up as an animator on such hits as “Tangled,” “Wreck-It Ralph” and “Frozen,” to being supervising animator for the Judy Hopps character on last year’s “Zootopia,” and is now co-head of animation on “Ralph Breaks the Internet: Wreck-It Ralph 2.”

anonymous asked:

Why do I feel like baby ranya has a bit too much sass and she's gonna end up in a lot of playground fights with kids twice her size? Anya would be worried about her baby and raven would just wanna know if she kicked their butts honestly

Alex would probably have her back tho

worth fighting for

a short fic about transboy!tsukki and protective yamaguchi that I promised a lil while back. haha sorry about the kinda (imo) unsatisfying ending. I suck at knowing how to end things.

Pairing: tsukkiyama, but it’s only romantic if you want it to be tbh

Warnings: gender dysphoria, insulting language, bigotted language, violence (as in, there’s a playground fight), depiction of an anxiety attack (kinda vague, but it’s there)

Rating: General

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hunk and lance friendship hcs
  • Hunk and Lance knew each other before the Garrison and have been bffs since childhood
  • Hunk and Lance didn’t meet in the same preschool nor did they ever go to the same school (until the garrison) but met each other in a nearby playground where they continued to meet up for the next 8-11 years of their life, they usually let off steam about the shit that goes down in their schools.
  • “Like, if you’re going to steal something from the mall -” “Don’t wear your uniform?” “EXACTLY. God, that guy was so stupid.” “Agreed.”
  • “Then… then he KICKED the guy’s nose!!! He was bleeding, Lance! He needed to be taken to the hospital!!” “Oh my God, and then what?” “A girl was crying the whole entire time and -” the stories they share go on and on.
  • Lance’s mom and Hunk’s mom are interested in the same things so their sons r bffs and so r they and their moms drag them off sometimes to do grocery shopping but Hunk and Lance are aways ‘can’t we just stay at hoooommmmeeee?’ ‘no you’re going to help me and hunk’s mom buy groceries for our party’ ‘what party????’ ‘a joint family party!!!!’ ‘??????? !!!! A JOINT FAMILY PARTY ????’
  • Hunk’s family and Lance’s family are really close buds now
  • It’s almost surreal how much the two families are alike to interests???
  • Hunk and Lance meet up after graduating middle school and decide to finally enrol in the same school. Both of them couldn’t have been anymore excited and happy.
  • Hunk is Lance’s only tether to Earth because Hunk is childhood and playground days, fighting off bullies and staying up at night under covers and pillow forts, charting stars while laying on muddy grass after rain, stealing cookies when their mothers aren’t looking, and making stupid jokes together as the sun went down – all of their world, quiet and soft and sound.
  • Lance loves Hunk and Hunk loves Lance. They’re best friends, because water breathes life on Earth and what is water without it’s Earth?
FAMILY || Mafia!Soonyoung [Chp 7: Final]

BLURB: Family is more than just the people you’re born to; family is love, acceptance, and laughter, and the boy with the bright smile who vows never to leave your side.

GENRE: action, au!mafia, family, fluff

WORDS: 2122

PART: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 [Final]

A/N: If you’re a previous reader, I suggest you re-read the previous chapters because I did a lot of rewriting. ;) Enjoy!


“Y/N?”

“Y/N you’re awake!”

“Don’t close your eyes! Y/N whatever you do, DON’T CLOSE–”


“Y/N?!”

“Get him out of here.”

“Y/N you have to wake up! Y/N DON’T LEAVE ME!”

“I SAID GET HIM OUT!”


Beeeep.

“Scalpel.”

Beeeep.

“Suture.”

A gasp.

“She’s conscious?”

“More morphine MOR–”


“Soonyoung, she’s going to be okay.”

“It’s been a week.”

“Her wound’s healing just fine–”

“EXACTLY! She should be awake by now!”

“She’s just in shock…”

Another voice: “She lost her brother, after all.”

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Iron Fists - Chapter One

Series: Fairy Tail

Characters: Gajevy, ft. the whole gang in different appearances

Summary: Gajeel Redfox is a brooding boxer fighting to make a name for himself. When his path crosses with a certain blue-haired bookworm, everything is different. But she has her own demons and weaknesses, things she tries desperately to hide. Could they be what each other needs? (boxing au).

Words: 2770

Note: This is my first multi-part fic, so we’ll see how it goes! Some of you guys know I’ve had this idea for a little less than a year, so it’s exciting for me to take the plunge and post it. I hope you guys give it a chance!

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So, I finally got around to uploading one of my favourite Jackie Chan fights. Often, Jackie makes his environment feel like a playground so it’s only right that one of his greatest fights takes place in an actual playground.
Some of the stunt work here, while small, is bonkers and Jackie pulls off some great acrobatic work.
Add to that some flawless weapon work and it makes for a severely underrated fight scene.

When the kids try to bring drama from someone in another class into my classroom.

Forgotten

I made this for @lucas-is-mine but decided to post it on my blog also!!

Masterlist

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Every bone in your body begins to shake. Your breath is shallow and worried. It is always like this on the first day of a new job. Even though every inch of your body wants to run, you lift your head up high, and remind yourself that you are not the small girl in High School.

You haven’t met your employer yet. Only an assistant, who had deemed you good enough for the job. You were to be a live-in maid to some pop star, or something. On the outside you try and play it cool, whoever was going to open the door, you were to not freak out. Just because you’re a fan of Kanye, isn’t a reason to lose this job. This is probably the best job you’ve gotten in years.

You watch the doorknob twist on the luxurious L.A. house. When the door swings, your heart stops. “This couldn’t be happening,” is running in circles around your mind.

You had grown up in Australia, only a few blocks away from your employer. You had grown up together. You were best friends since first grade. There was playground fights. There was playdates. Then eventually more than best friends. There were romantic dates and playful fights. There were days you spent on the beach just talking. There was ice cream smashed into each other’s faces. There was so much insecurity, but the other was always there. There was sweet kisses. Oh how you missed the kisses.

You’re own love story plays in your mind and you can almost see the same one is playing in his mind. The story ended when Luke left. He is in a band and they started to travel. There was a lot of fights between you both. There was sleepless nights. There were days you wouldn’t go to school because you were crying so badly. It was almost like a part of you was ripped from you soul.

You moved to L.A., got a job at a coffee shop, and then became a maid. This was just temporary though. You were going to go to Nursing school, once you had enough money.

“Y/N,” Luke says, testing your name in his mouth once again. “Sexy as ever,” The words spill out of his mouth as he takes in your new form. It was like you had evolved like a pokemon. Your brown hair was long now, not the short, choppy hair cut you had for years. Your whole body had changed. Your breasts had finally filled in, and your body became curvy. You stood proud as you catch him checking you out.

“Luke, as dumb as ever,” you say with a small smile. It was like he had never left. Him calling you sexy, you calling him dumb. It came as natural as speech.

“So, not that I don’t appreciate you coming by, but why are you here?” He ask, eyeing your suitcase, that is standing next to you. Luke had not seen you in years and, no offense to you, was in no place to house you.

“I’m the live-in maid,” You said with a small smile.

“Wow,” Luke says, and you can hear an underlying disgust in his tone. Something that makes you shift with annoyance. He was in no place to judge you. Mr. Pop Star.

“Yeah?” you say. You want to hear him say that he didn’t like your job.

“I just never imagine you would become a maid, sexy. I thought you wanted to be a nurse?” He asks, not sure if he got the job right.

Suddenly the whole being of him unsettles you. You weren’t even mad anymore. You didn’t want to work for him. You didn’t want him to call you sexy anymore. You didn’t want to tell him your plans for the future. Plus, it’s not like you could rekindle you’re love or anything. You were a maid. He’s Mr. Pop Star. At the same time, you couldn’t quit this job. This is what you need. The job pays very well, and you need the money to get into Nursing School. You shift your options around in your brain before deciding to just ignore him. How hard can it be?

Luke coughs a little, after a minute. “So do you want to come inside and I’ll show you around?” He takes your suitcase, like a true gentleman. You just nod in response, and it seems t be enough for him.

Luke doesn’t know what to do. He know that he won’t be able to do anything with you in the house. He was already not sure about having a live-in maid, but it being you, he was going to go insane. The whole band had dubbed you “the one that got away”, and to see you again was like someone had stabbed him in the chest. As he shows you around all he can think is the day he broke up with you.

It was raining, like the sky was crying for the split of the two souls. He had walked over to your house despite the rain. When he reached your family house, he was drenched. He meant to not even go inside the house. But when he saw you, you seemed so relieved to see him. You had thrown him into a bear hug, despite him being soaked. You had dragged him inside and talked about how bad your day was, and the only thing in Luke’s mind was that the band was going to go on tour with 1D. He couldn’t string you along when he’s halfway around the world. It was when you had paused for a breath that he delivered the blow. He explained about the tour, and you seemed so excited, but your face had quickly fallen. Soon pillows were being thrown at Luke, then stuffed animals, family portraits. Anything within your reach was fair game. Luke was then running out of the house and down the street. He couldn’t stand to look at you anymore.

The tour of the house is done now, and you retreat to your room. Maids were not supposed to be seen. You went to work putting up a few posters and making the room feel like home. You like to live light, mostly because you are always moving from house to house.

A light knock happens on your door, sending your scurrying to it.

“Yes?” You ask opening the door.

“Hey Sexy,” Luke responds, smiling like a little kid, that got away with something. You nod, as if to ask what he needs. “There’s a spill” He said.

You follow him out the door to see coke-a-cola spilled on the wood floor. You sigh at the sticky mess but bend down with some paper towels to begin to soak up the mess. Suddenly a light slap reaches across your ass, followed by girly giggles. You resist the urge to call him a dummy and wring soaked paper towels over his head. You just ignore him instead.

It was two days later when Luke calls you down stairs again. You were doing a good job at ignoring him, something that was annoying Luke. 


Yesterday you had finished organizing Luke’s closet by color and style. Now, as you walk down the stairs you see the closet had overflowed into the rest of the house. You let out a sigh at the boy standing in the middle of the hurricane.

“Y/N would you mind putting all these clothes back?” He asks in a sweet tone. You widen your eyes at the mess to say “What the hell did you do?” He responds to your facial emotion with, “I couldn’t find my Green Day shirt”

You spent the rest of the night fixing the closet, with Luke hanging over your shoulder, putting in his own cheeky comments. His favorite is, “You would look better in that”

It’s two months later, and you had a date. It was the first date since you broke up with Luke. You never wanted to date before, but now seeing Luke go out with girls all the time made you want to show off a boy toy. You look at yourself in the mirror one more time, deciding you looked amazing you walk down the stairs. Luke, who was watching TV in the common room, lets out a low whistle.

“Damn Y/N is this for me? Because if you want me you got me.” He reaches out for a hug, which you ignore. These past two months have been a little tense, since you were still trying to ignore him the best you can, and his cheeky comments were around every corner.

“I have a date,” you say, causing Luke to lift his eyebrows. You both have your own little mini stare down before the doorbell rings. You break eye contact for a second before running. Luke jumps the couch to intercept you, and rushes to the door. You were right behind him, trying to run in heels (which didn’t go well).

All Luke knows in this moment was that he wanted to get to the door before you did. He wants to see for himself the boy that you were going to go on a date with. In the back of Luke’s mind he knows he’s doing this to size him up. Luke swings open the door and is immediately unimpressed. The boy was a few inches shorter than Luke, with floppy brown hair and brown eyes. Attractive sure, but it was not good enough for you. Even Luke knew that.

“Luke” you said trying to push past his large frame.

“I thought we agreed on ‘Daddy’,” Luke says smirking.

“Luke!” You scream, shoving him as hard as you can.

“Baby, the word you are looking for is Daddy,” Luke says, with a dark chuckle.

“This is too weird,” the boy outside the house announces, and walks back to his car, getting in and driving off. Luke shut the door, glad that the boy is gone. He turns to see a pissed of Y/N, and he heaves a sigh.

“Luke.” You say darkly.

“Yes sexy?” He says trying to act normal. In truth you were driving him crazy. Every thing you said, even when you were ignoring him, it drove him crazy. You were the one that got away and all he wants is for you to come back.
“Luke” You say again, your rage overflowing.

“I love the way you say my name,” Luke says stepping towards you. You, being as stubborn as you are, refuse to move. Luke takes this as a sign to kiss you though. He leans in, and grabs you face. Butterflies zoom around your stomach. You know you shouldn’t do this, but you can’t help yourself.

The kisses are just as good as you remember. It felt so natural. You pour every bad thought about him into that kiss. And when the kiss was done your rage is gone. You felt like you were given a new purpose.

“Wanna go out?” Luke asks, his lip bitten down.

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Part 3

It’s funny when people reblog from you and then block you so you cant reply. It’s like a playground fight where the person screams at you then runs away cause they are scared they are gonna be screamed back lol

155: He snaps at you (part III).

Contains references to sexual assault and drugs.

Harry: “Please stop!” you scream at the man but it’s no use. You try to fight him off but his hands pin your wrists tightly above your head and his knee forces your legs apart. He lowers his lips onto your now exposed shoulder. Fresh tears stain your cheeks as you try to arch your back away from the wall and fight against his firm grip. “No!” you scream again. “Your struggling’s making me hard” he smirks. Your tears cloud your vision and you zone out, not wanting to hear or see anything. Within seconds, you feel the man being ripped away from you and thrown to the floor. “She said no!” you hear a familiar voice scream. “She fucking said no!” he repeats. You sigh in relief, finally being able to breathe again without the weight of your attacker on you, shock still overcoming your body. “What kind of man doesn’t listen to the word no!” he yells, his curled fist repeatedly making contact with the man’s face. “Harry!” you scream, a small yelp escaping from your lips. You grab his arm and gently pull him away, and you’re not sure whether you’re trying to stop him from killing the vile human before your eyes or if you do it for comfort. You thought you’d seen him at his angriest during your fight, but this, this really was the angriest you have ever seen him, hatred filling his eyes as he realises what could have happened had he arrived any later. “I got you” he murmurs softly, his tone changing as he pulls your body into him. “It’s ok baby, I’m here” he whispers gently, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, his arms tight around your body.

Liam: You stare in the mirror, taking in your reflection. You’re covered in make up and your body is exposed in just your underwear. You sigh, brushing your hair off your shoulder as you think of the money you will soon hold in your hand that will help you to support yourself whilst with Liam. You leave the dressing room and head into the bar area where for the last week, you’ve been exposing your body to men. You know you’re up next and you just can’t wait for it to be over and done with. You take to the pole and dance, putting on a show for goggling eyes of varying ages. Money occasionally finds its way from men’s pockets and onto the floor around you and you shrug off the wolf whistling and degrading comments you hear. The music changes, signalling a change over, and you leave the dance area. You grab your kimono and wrap it around your body, before heading to the bar for a drink. “Gin and tonic please” you ask the barmaid. “Make it a double.” You watch with intent as she pours your drink before she places it on the surface in front of you. Before you have the chance to place any cash on the bar, the presence behind you reaches out and hands the barmaid a crisp note. “It’s on me” he murmurs. You turn to face him, anger and hurt embedded in his eyes, followed by his voice thick with emotion. “I think we need to talk.”

Louis: The last thing you had remembered was leaving the club for fresh air and collapsing in the street, your friends panicking as they realised it was more than just alcohol that had caused this. Your feeble attempts at stopping them from contacting anyone had failed, and your friend had phoned Louis. The conversation consisted of your friend saying “it’s (y/n)” before Louis sighed and muttered a quick “I’ll be there.” When he arrived at the scene, he didn’t expect the sight that greeted him. Paramedics were tending to your limp body, an oxygen mask placed over your nose and mouth. Your friend quickly approached him upon his arrival, holding a firm hand on his chest to prevent him coming any closer. “How much did she fucking drink?!” he roars at her, although fear evident in his voice. Your friend shakes her head. “She barely touched a drop of alcohol” she whispers, tears in her eyes. Louis gasps and shakes his head. “What did she take?!” he says in a loud whisper. Your friend lets out an involuntary sob. “I should have stopped him Louis, but he seemed like a nice guy …” Louis shakes his head. “You’re a shitty friend” he tells her firmly, finally making sense of the situation. “And you need to tell the police, or I will.” He leaves your friend regretting the decisions she made tonight as he approaches the paramedics tending to you, lowering his body to the ground and holding your hand. “Is she going to be ok?” he asks in a small voice. “Please make her ok. I can’t live without her” he cries.

Niall: “No!” you scream at your friend. “What the hell do you thin you’re doing? We’re just friends, you can’t just kiss me like that!” you tell him firmly. He shrugs. “But we could be so good together! I’d treat you better than that fucking arsehole. I wouldn’t talk to you like shit and I wouldn’t expect you to do all my dirty work for me. Please (y/n), we could be great!” You shake your head. “You’re right, he is an arsehole. Even I know I didn’t deserve the way he spoke to me, but that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped loving him. I love him so much it hurts and I just want him back” you sob. Taking advantage of your vulnerable, teary state, your friend lunges towards you again, pressing another kiss to your lips. “No!” you told him again, before you felt a firm, yet gentle arm pull you away from your friend. “The lady said no the first time mate so back off.” Your friend sniggers. “Niall, mate, she deserves better” he tells your boyfriend. Niall gently guides your body behind him, his body shielding your own. “Maybe she does deserve better, yes, but she obviously doesn’t want you, so drop it. She said no and you didn’t listen.” Your friend emits an involuntary gasp. “I wouldn’t” he begins with a gulp. Niall nods, pressing his lips into a thin line. “I think you should go” he murmurs, and you press your hand onto Niall’s shoulder gently, reminding him you’re there. Your friend takes Niall’s orders and leaves without a goodbye, leaving you and Niall alone.

Zayn: “You’re (y/n), right? Zayn’s girl?” she asks. “How dare you even say his name you whore!” you scream at her, her peers and customers in the bar turning their heads to look at you and see what the commotion was. “Excuse me?” she asks in a high pitched voice, holding her hand to her heart as if she’d been offended. “You heard me. You stay away from my boyfriend!” you tell her firmly. “As if I’d want him, especially when he’s been with you” the blonde retaliates. “I saw the pictures” you tell her, placing your hand on your hip. She sniggers, and her friends behind her seem to be enjoying the confrontation between the two of you. “Ok, I’ll be honest” she smirks. “He was the best I’d ever had. He kissed me and touched me and made me feel so special. You’re probably a frigid virgin that he’d never fuck” she murmured. Without thinking about your actions or the consequences, you curled your fist into a ball and sent it flying towards her face. Before you knew it, you were both pulling on each other’s clothes and hair, screaming cruel and vile names at each other. Whilst some spectators were cheering at the scene like a playground fight, others weren’t so impressed, and within moments, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you away from the scene. The actions were mirrored as the blonde too, was pulled away. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Zayn yells from behind you, his grasp still firmly on your waist, and although anger was at the forefront, hurt was evident in his voice.