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So I know people are excited for the Sibling Ryder bond and joke and play fight and tease and just doing typical sibling things.

But allow me to open your eyes to the joy of the Ryder sibs being the space manifestation of Jessie & James of team Rocket, since if you pre-order you get the space monkey who’s basically Meowth.

Just. The Ryder Sibs dramatically entering rooms before causing a scene and promptly being thrown out.

The Twins being literally blasted off in a fight.

Bro Ryder has pink hair and Sis blue even though Sis is more rough and tumble because Bro asked if he could have the pink dye instead.

Sis roundhousing anyone that talks smack about Bro while Bro verbally bashes them for picking on his sister.

Advising each other on clothes and romance.
Referring to Dad Ryder as ‘the Boss’.

Giving Meowth his own snarky voice.

Wearing like 3 costumes so they can do a wardrobe change at any moment.

Just, the Ryder Twins as this sassy and glamorous pair of space explorers is all I need.

The Twins coming up with an altered version of the Rocket Motto:

To protect the Tempest from devistation! To Unite all colonies within our quadrant! To denounce the evils of truth and love! To extend our reach to the systems beyond! Sara! Scott! Andromeda Initiative, blast off at the speed of light! Surrender now, or prepare to fight!

Journal Entry, 2/10/2017


Big bro says, keep a journal, lil bro.  And I think I used to do that but I can’t remember and I can’t find it anywhere.  Big bro says dont worry, so I don’t, but I wonder if I’ll lose this one too, just like the last one.  Don’t remember too much from those days.  Lil foggy, lil hazy.  I remember goin to the gym, startin to go to the gym.  That was like, what, a year ago or so, I think.  I remember struggling with 50 lbs.  I remember thinkin, hey, in a year’s time, I’ll be pushin up more weight and here I am pushin more weight.  It’s like I read a fortune cookie or got my future told and here it is, bein fullfilled. 

So yeah, I been makin progress, I think.  Take my supps at night, the Z-core stuff.  Supposed to make my testosterone bigger.  I dunno about all the math stuff, I just kinda listen to what big bro says.  I wake up, take the meds that are in the box marked F, cuz its Friday, then I eat some breakfast, then I supp up for the gym.  Even got some extra cardio in today cuz it snowed like a mother the other night.  Get home from the gym, super fuckin pumped.  A lil dizzy, even.  So pumped that I take a shitload of selfies and send em to big bro.  Even take a flexin, posin video, and send it to big bro.  Got a lot to work on, but thats okay.  Big bro knows best - gotta grow for big bro.  Right?  Right.

Last night big bro kinda spooked me a lil, lol.  We were talkin on the phone, like we do every night, and he said, “Your kinda like an experiment, lil bro,” and I was all like, whoa, wait, what?  These, like, dim alarms rang somewhere down in the sub-basement of my brain for a minute.  “But you dont gotta worry, lil bro,” he said, and I know I dont gotta worry, but sometimes like that elevator of thought goes down there and I’m all like wtf is going on?  I speed back to the past in my head and I see myself pushin my glasses up on the bridge of my nose and talkin real fast with someone across the bar, bout some book we were both readin.  I remember gettin all tense and angry, kinda like when I do a shitload of crunches, like 50 or 60 or so, and my abs are all tight and my veins are pulsin at the temples of my head and my shoulders are all tight, but YEAH, fuckin 60 crunches!  Time to go do 3 sets of 12 side crunches.  Gonna feel that tomorrow.  Big bro’s gonna be so proud.  “You there, lil bro?” 

“Yeah, big bro,” I say, though I’m a little hazy in the brain.  Ding!  Some kind of bell going off in my brain, like the bell between rounds in a boxing match, or a wrestling match, or a UFC MMA fight.  Big bro’s gettin me into UFC a lil.  I like the rough n tumble shit.  Big bro sends me selfies sometimes and he’s all in this kinda like fighter’s stance and he got this confident gleam in his eye.  He just got a haircut and he says when I visit it’ll be time for mine too.  I am gettin kinda bushy up top.  Like to keep it pretty short.  Not too short, but you know.  “Don’t worry about it, lil bro,” says my big bro confidently.  Everything he fuckin does is confidently.  He could part a crowd just by walkin thru it, head high and stride wide.  “Big bro knows best.”

That’s usually when I cum, actually, lol.  Big bro’s voice in my ear makes me cum, and usually so hard that it flies up to my forehead lol.  Never cummed like that before.  Fuck, never even talked bout cumming before, but big bro coaches me to be more comfortable with that.  It’s fuckin natural, right, just like jackin off is natural.  Just workin out another muscle.  Just like goin to the gym and workin out, watchin my heartrate climb.  Big bro watches my heartrate too, every day thru the monitor I wear on my wrist.  Every day.  And I keep track of my water and tell him every fuckin thing I eat, so he keeps track of my macros so I can get big for big bro.  Grow for big bro.  That’s what’s best.

Uh, I kinda lost my train of thought.  Hard as a motherfucker though, lol.  Feels so good to think about big bros voice in my ear.  Urgin me on, sometimes only in a whisper, sometimes in a shout, sometimes commanding, sometimes coaxing.  Sometimes persuasive and sometimes firm.  Sometimes I lay around in a fuzz of gray static, with his voice curlin around me like mist.  Sometimes he is the sun exploding over the dark horizon, a clarion sound trumpeting that I WAKE UP, FEET ON THE FLOOR, LIL BRO, and before I even know it, I’m up, hands on the pill box, downin what big bro says, shake is already in the blender.  Sometimes before I even know it, I’m out on my way to the gym.  Am I even wearin a shirt?  Well, if I dunno, I just ask big bro, and he’ll tell me. 

So uh thats it guys, lil bro out for now.  Gotta take a muscle nap cuz I just went to the gym and had my postworkout shake.  Got some real life shit like work or whatever to do tonight but I’ll get thru it becuz on the other side big bro will talk me down to sleep and thats my favorite part of the day.  Well any part of the day with big bro is my favorite part of the day.  Sometimes feels like hes takin over, and soon I’ll just be like, a part of him, but I dont mind.  As long as I get to make more muscles, thats cool.  Fuckin love big bro.  Dont need to worry, dont need to think.  Just cruise on thru and flex some more.  Take some pics and flex some more.  Soon enough big bro will be by my side and thatll be the best day ever.

  • emily: literally falls from a radio tower, is dropped down a mine shaft, and then thrown full speed from a zipline down a rocky hill, still gets up and sprints
  • chris: drops three feet, sprains his fuckin ankle

I think a lot of good would be done if people “new” to writing TFs would stop trying to Write Epic right out of the gate. Seems like people want to make their mark with Big Events.

Big Events are a dime a f***ing dozen. They’re quickly forgotten because they happen so often… and way more often than not, the characters involved are unmemorable so we’re given even less impetus to care because the focus is on BIG EVENT.

It’s something we’ve seen in “fan-aimed” TF media time and time and time and time and time and time and time and time and time and time and time and time and time again, across numerous outlets (and sadly from a few long-established writers).

Meanwhile, some stories made us viscerally feel the death of a character who was only *A* character all of two issues ago. Some frame their Big Events wholly around the characters who participate in them; what happens is actually less important than why it happens and how the characters made/let it happen react and the interpersonal dynamics at play in the aftermath.

THOSE are the stories people are going to remember fondly over the years and, more importantly, attract new readers. Not because of “oh my god did you see what happened?!”, but because of “oh my god did you see what happened to THEM?!”

It’s the difference between The Avengers movie universe and Batman V Superman. One spent its time building up to the Oh Shit and making us care about its characters and how it affects them when the Oh Shit happens. The other rushed to climax right out of the gate, leaving audiences frustrated and unsatisfied… and is currently enjoying a Sweet-Bro-stair-tumble at the box office.

If people were upset at IDW Rattrap’s initial intro arc seemingly being in contradiction to the character, it wasn’t because he had to protect the G1 guys for one season.