team send

Note to self: don’t get attached to players because they’ll get traded to the Blackhawks and die

the boy by the power station

BASED ON THIS TEXT POST HERE

The boy has yellow hair, fluffy as a newly-hatched Pidgey, and he’s staring at the sky. “Hey kid,” Zenna says, “you need to get inside. Storm’s a-coming.”

He doesn’t turn his head; he says, “I’ve lost my baby,” while still scanning the low-hanging sky. The corners of his mouth quaver. Fuck. Zenna’s terrible with children; she never knows how to stop them from crying. Pokemon are so much easier.

“Your starter?” Zenna says: the boy looks about ten. Maybe. It’s hard to say. Locktown is a city built on crumbling industry, gouged by poverty, crouched in the shadows of the Zapdos Mountains – which jag up from the earth like the spine of a starved beast. It’s a hard land, and it’s inhabitants are hungry more often than not. This little one has sharp collarbones and pointed cheeks. Zenna pulls a chocolate bar from her pocket, unwraps it slowly.

At the crinkle, the boy’s head snaps around. His eyes are huge. “My baby,” he says again, “my Fearow.”

“Your –” his what. Fearows are savage bastards at the best of times, too much for all but the most hardy of trainers – more trouble than they’re worth half the time. “Your Fearow,” she says. The boy nods. He’s staring at the chocolate bar. Zenna throws it over. He fumbles the catch, snatches it up from the ground, doesn’t bother to brush the dirt off before cramming it in his mouth.

“Baby,” he says, “'cos Mama didn’t have any but me and she used to call me her Baby but she’s gone now so I’m the grown-up and he’s the Baby, see? He’s mine, he’s flown off, it’s the storm, you know?”

“You should get inside,” Zenna says, as the wind starts up. It’s bitter and spangled with ice. “Where do you live?”

“Uh – “ the boy says, “uh, see, there was Mama’s house only last week our landlord finally realised that we weren’t paying rent anymore and kicked us out – Baby would have stuck up for me but it isn’t worth it to fight them, no one can fight them, Giovanni would –” and his voice cuts off. He wipes a patina of snot on the back of his hand. “Mama always said to trust in my instincts so I did, I ran and I took Baby and ran and now I’m – I’m sleeping here,” and with one waved hand he encompasses their surroundings: wind-blasted fields, tumbledown factors, the wreckage of a once-prosporous town.

“You’re sleeping rough?”

“Yeah. Mama says – said – trust my instincts and they’re saying not to go back to Locktown.”

“It’s a dangerous place. Here, why don’t I help you find Baby?”

“Would you?” The kid’s face lights up. “Thanks miss!”

“Call me Zenna,” says Zenna, “Zenna Embers. Here,” and she throws a Pokeball. Her Charizard, Candela (named for her baby sister; they have the same irascible, demanding temperament; it seems only right), emerges in a flare of white light: the boy coos in admiration, and Zenna resists the temptation to preen. “Right Inferno! We’re looking for a Fearow –”

It all happens very quickly after that. A mighty roar of thunder shakes the earth. Lightning rends the sky apart with greedy, crooked fingers. Thunder answers the lightning, lightning answers the thunder, and in a heartbeat Zenna is in the middle of the worst storm she has ever known. Rain pounds down like the fists of a vengeful god, cold and punishing. Candela lifts his wings, intending to shelter her; but all this rain is worse for him, so she recalls him and screams, “Kid!” over the howl of the wind. “We’ve got to get to shelter! We’ve – “

Words snatched from her throat. The boy stands in a corona of light so bright it hurts to look at. There is a Zapdos on his shoulders. Its wings are arced over his head, shielding him from the downpour; the rain fizzles into steam against the lightning of its feathers.

And just like that the storm clears. Heavy grey clouds peel back to reveal the brilliance of a blue sky. And the kid says, “Baby! You worried me.”

The Zapdos – the Zapdos, god of lightning and god of the mountains and and and – nuzzles his head. He laughs in delight. “This is my friend,” he says, “Zenna,” and Zenna can barely breathe as the – god of thunder and bird of light and power and – regards her with two ferocious eyes. She resists the temptation to knee; it’s a primal, absurdist notion; but she’s faced with a myth, an actual honest-to-gods myth.

“That’s not a Fearow – it’s a Zapdos “ she says.

“Of course it’s a Fearow,” the boy chirrups, “got the pointy feathers and everything. Thought you were a trainer, you should know that sort of thing.”

“Uh,” says Zenna.

“Oh, where are my manners?” the boy continues, grinning and petting the Zapdos’s chest. “My name’s Spark. Nice to meet you!”

The universe is not infinite, or expanding. It is shrinking, and is nearing the solar system. NASA sends a team of astronauts into the shrinkage to see if there’s anything past the empty vacuum of space.

“Killjoy’s, make some noise!”

Na Na Na - My Chemical Romance | So What - P!nk | We R Who We R - Ke$ha | Whip It - Nicki Minaj | Sick Individual - Halestorm | Warrior - Ke$ha | Daughters of Darkness - Halestorm | Blow - Ke$ha | Pound the Alarm - Nicki Minaj | Lone Digger - Caravan Palace | Heathens - Twenty One Pilots | Ballroom Blitz - Sweet

Team Skull party mix because I’m in too deep

  • Me: *write about how Percy would be a total team Instinct*
  • Fandom: No way, Percy is Mystic, Percy is Mystic because he loves blue, Percy would be Mystic for Annabeth, but Percy likes blue so he would be Mystic.
  • Me: *write about how Percy would be team Mystic*
  • Fandom: ... But he would be Instinct...
  • Me: *looks at the camera like i'm in the office*
Regarding Kamil Stoch

Again, came here just to express my honest wishes and worries regarding Kamil Stoch. Disclaimer: to some, it may seem like I have no life, but honestly I kinda do (that’s why I’m taking a bit of a break from this site), but I think about this problematic literally half of the day. No joke. (So, ski jumping obviously still is my lyf, also I was supposed to be graduating this year, idk how that will come through exactly lolz.) 
Anyways. Listen. I so want this boy to win, I can’t even put it in words. After everything that went down last season which was one of his worst ever, and every drop of sweat that he (along with his team-mates) had to put into training literally 2 months before any other team in the summer with changing coaches.. And literally from thinking about retirement to being 3rd overall right now and 1.7 points behind in the 4 Hills. This boy is the definition of a phoenix and in all honesty, I don’t want Danny to win this. We all know he’ll have MANY more chances to do so in the future, but we all kinda feel that this is Kamil’s last chance to take the eagle. For the love of God, peeps that care about ski jumping, please send him your love and energy. Bruised, with an injured shoulder and a screwed-up knee; honestly, if someone can do it, he can do it. The only thing I’m keeping in mind after today and the interviews that I’ve read is something that he said - “Wiara czyni cuda” - faith can do miracles. So please, please, keep your faith in him so that he can do this. Ya’ll know he deserves this. Ya’ll know it. I love ya. Bless. Out.