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i thought everybody saw how different lena and jonah are just in terms of personality but i guess i should point it out anyways. jonah acts like everything is a part of his plan, and everybody involved is just a source of entertainment. he makes jokes only he could possibly understand, he's either amused or mildly irritated by genuine threats, he has banter and witty comments and seems to be generally having a better time than everyone else. lena is never having a good time. she seems to actively avoid everyone, her consistant mood is disappointed and tired, she takes almost personal offense to every joke she hears. she's a killjoy and she's actively trying to get rid of what little personality she has. the only time her demeanor changes is the scene where gwen blackmails her. and it doesn't change into anything smug or amused, it changes into carefully concealed anger and fear, threats just vague enough to be a bluff, she's not dramatically dropping an act, she's revealing just another aspect of herself.
with jonah, it always felt like everything he did was a part of his plan. with lena, it feels more like a part of her training. do you get that.
#physically incapable of not yapping#tma#the magnus archives#tmagp#the magnus protocol#tma analysis#tmagp analysis#jonah magnus#lena kelley
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looking forward to reading more of idol!gojo and rockstar!geto if you plan to expand the au more 🙇♀️
i think i would definitely love to!! i honestly am grateful to everyone who enjoyed reading my drabble, i didn't expect it to be as well loved as it is rn lol
thank you for your ask anon, i appreciate you <3
#strawberry picking🍓⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡#i wanted to i just didn't want to yap into the void#but i love yapping#physically incapable of shutting up
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James is insecure about being too much. He's insecure about not being enough. He hates that he talks a lot, that he ends up yapping and yapping and eventually annoying the person listening
And when he hyperfixates on things, things that he just enjoys he can't not talk about it. He has to yap about it or he'll explode he's physically incapable of not yapping Abt it.
#marauders era#marauders fandom#marauders#harry potter marauders#dead gay wizards from the 70s#hp marauders#james potter#the marauders#jamespotter#james fleamont potter#james f potter#james potter headcanon#the marauders era#is he me? yes#projecting? just a bit
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Class of 2013
so this post is in regards to my most recent one about my mako playlist,,, prepare yourselves because this is a bit I WILL commit to.
okay I’m gonna try and keep this short (I’m physically incapable of not yapping infinitely but wtv) so let’s just break down why class of 2013 is so makocore
overall the song is like. I want my mom back. I want my mom who takes care of me and protects me and loves me even if it’s just for a little bit. and that is so mako for two major reasons! 1: mom is dead. he can’t have his mom back, even though he probably wants her to look after him again, so he doesn’t have to be the adult anymore. 2: i hc that mako had a rough relationship with his mom (will I elaborate? maybe, maybe not) so this is just. yeah.
and then a couple lyrics that are like. he would in fact, under correct circumstances, say that.
“Mom I’m tired” — the constantly being an adult for his brother since age 8 has gotta wear on a dude. and the
“And I’ll leave once I figure out how to pay for my own life too” — just like,, the financial situation that always followed them around. they’re so 🙁
“And I’ll leave what I’m chasing for the other girls to pursue” — giving up on being adopted early on in the orphanage and abandoning his dreams for the sake of bolin’s,,, sigh.
“Mom am I still young? Can I dream for a few months more” — do I even need to elaborate. please. he was a kid. he’s literally textbook parentification. he had to give up everything and do everything to make sure bolin was okay, including abandoning his childhood and dreams. ohhhh my god I could yap forever.
also just in general I am a firm believer in momboss and detectiveson. he’s talking to lin PLEASE.
#mako lok#character playlist#slug’s stuff#I’m js tagging this stuff for myself at this point btw#I don’t expect anyone to care but like. I need to put this SOMEWHERE.
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There's too much toxic I can't contain it forever.
Toxic hope and dreams, Stockholm Syndrome. Black and white thinking bullshit things never been proven. Manipulative behavior because your ultimate purpose is to serve the "man" kind. And of course is not "man" made.
What's different this world from jungle when the most powerful rules, is the same. And money is power in this world therefore you should be looking out for it, cause they will take care of that for you.
Or not. Depends on their mood and kindness which is not reliable at all.
This rage consumed me. Not proud of that but what can I really fucking do for real because wishes can only do so much. Also for the people who pray for me, cut it off, if you wish for me that's nonsense you just don't want to help. If you do then you take the action not just wishes. Then why don't you take the action of yourself? If I had the opportunity and not all this craziness oppression of course. Why wouldn't I? I don't even like to be so pathetic unless it's for love back then but is it love or just me wanting someone to make sure I am always okay just because it's the right way to live in for woman they always taught me to?
Sorry for the breathing sound if you hear it, I thought if I don't speak so close to the mic it's gonna be not clear as I spoke in low voice and I am still not in the best condition but not the worst actually. And yeah the mic of this phone is not great nor on my earphones's mic so the technical issues is more than that.
Infantilization is toxic but what I really don't fucking understand that why my parents do this to me but also fucking hoping that I somehow somewhat be independent already just magically fucking gone and just married to someone. Ofc not being independent though just be gone and be a good wife even to your not so good husband like my dad. No way I am gonna do that. Like how they don't understand all this restrictions and all the rules they have been strictly imposing to me makes me unable to just be myself and comfortable. Oh because singing and dancing is just as the same as selling yourself. But marrying to someone who you don't even know as long as he hold the faith so close even when they're literally get physically abusive to you is okay because that's what god loves. To see women beating up? Just because all this religion nonsense always favors to man.
What can you do anyway, you're nothing without me. But then I became nothing and you still have the audacity to blame me. The bar is just impossible to please your narc beloved. they're the one making twisted fucking hope for you to attain when deep down they just enjoy you to suffer. Because they're incapability to feel happiness unless they see you suffer as they wanted it to be and only on their way.
I am so sick, and now I kinda understand why someone that dear so much to me loves linkin park song it's subtle hint of this crazy abusive things and Chester couldn't took it anymore and died in this battle of mind corrosive illness. Some days I really fucking can't also. Some days it's better if only they don't fucking yapping for whatever mistake that I don't do. Why should my own sanity depends on others but then I can't see the way out to support my independent sanity.
It's like a plague, once you sick is hard to get better and it's even harder when physically you don't have the means to survive literally.
Sick in your mind is not a joke. But hunger also so painful and demeaning when everyone seems that they just taken their food for granted.
And how if you have both of this. Why just exist to suffer.
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I’m an expert on pretending everything is ok. I’m even following up flat statements about things not being ok with “but that’s ok”. For the record I am fine I am just suffering consequences which are ultimately mild on the grand scale of things and also sleepy
#increasingly doing Not Ok at like. tasks. but you know :)#yeah sure there’s nothin wrong with me! no sir. right father. it’s normal to be physically incapable of doing things you even#slightly am not interested in doing. right. right#I know I’m fuck when I genuinely want to WORK more than The Task#Con stop yapping
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me rambling like a mad man to that anon just now
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Revenant x Reader
*Rated M(18+) for explicit sexual content
Author Notes: ...yeah... I went there. I blame the voice.
"You got old," he commented lowly, spoken like a harmless observation. For some reason, it made you smile a little, maybe out of amusement. "Shut up," you spat back at him. He laughed, a rumble in his hardware that sounded more human than it did robotic. You were avoiding looking at him, struggling to grasp the fact that he was still alive, but not in the same way you were. There was no point in looking at him, anyway. There was no indication of who he once was: not on his physical form, anyway. The way he spoke, on the other hand, left you no doubt that it was him. He was always arrogant and vulgar, brutal and unforgiving. At one point, in a rage, you had called him a machine; now, you kind of regretted that statement, even if it was spoken in a moment of anger, when you couldn't possibly know this was the fate that would become of him.
You heard the faintest murmur of his footsteps as he suddenly approached you. His metallic fingers, slender, precise, grasped your chin and turned your head away from what you were working on. "Look at me," Revenant commanded. It was obvious that he didn't care if you paid attention to his face: he wanted you to look at him so he could take in your features properly. Even though he had just called you old, his first thought, upon looking at you up close, was that you were still as beautiful as you were when he was still flesh and bones - not that he would say that to you. You had aged like fine wine, with faint wrinkles setting in, some grays along your hair line, your eyes still as vibrant and expressive as ever.
Back then, you were his greatest rival, the only other assassin in the syndicate that was even remotely close to being in his league. You were very different, and yet, somehow, still the same. You always understood, or at least didn't pester him when you didn't. You two fought a lot... and you also fucked a lot.
You turned your head away, out of his touch, and looked back at the engine in front of you. "Are you satisfied?" you commented lowly. "Yes, I'm old. That happens to skin bags." He laughed, a single, brief sound that was a bit more like a scoff, amused at you mimicking his own words. Of course you watched the apex games, everyone did really; but, you never once thought that it could possibly be him, after all these years. You hunched over the edge of the truck, reaching into the engine. "I thought you were dead," you commented lowly. You could hear him utter back, "I am." Even if he was trying to be quiet, it came out strangely loud and gravely.
"You went from one of the best assassins in the world to a grease monkey," he commented, not really sounding disappointed, but amused. Even though it sounded like an insult, you weren't necessarily angry, but a little annoyed. "It's what happens when you get older. I know you never cared about anyone else-" Revenant was quick to interrupt, "no," in an agreeing tone. You continued as if he hadn't. "-most of them are dead. Lost track of everyone else. I needed something to keep me grounded. Always had a knack for this sort of thing." You stood back up and wiped your hands on a rag before tapping the hood of the truck fondly.
"They died because they were trash," he pointed out, voice like churning rocks in a concrete mixer. Your gaze shifted over to the robot and hooked on his mechanical eyes, where a crystal like octagon glowed a monstrous orange hue. It stared back, incapable of conveying emotions. You replied calmly, "none of them were as good as you, but they weren't as terrible as you think. The stakes... just got higher." Revenant scowled in response, a noise that was very human. You had heard him, during the games, state that being human was over rated; and, yet, he did a lot of very human things. You doubted he realized that, and probably wouldn't have liked it being pointed out, either. He didn’t like being reprimanded back then, either.
You opened your mouth, preparing to argue with him, to suggest that he didn't understand. But, in staring at his pale face, titanium against deep red steel, like a mask, you realized, he understood quite a bit. Maybe, in the end, he had lost the most. Being dead was probably better than-… whatever he was. "Ya' gonna say something, hah!?" he roared, stepping towards you menacingly. You didn't budge, unflinching in his sudden rage. Another very human thing: anger. You continued staring into the camera-like lenses of his eyes, trying to find his soul buried in circuit boards.
"No," you replied plainly, turning away from him again. His arm jerked forward and he harshly grabbed at your forearm to prevent you from walking away. Normally, people reacted to his touch with cries or trembles, at least a flinch. He never tried to be gentle, after all. You, however, didn't seem to be bothered by his grip. You looked back at him, a small glare on your face. "Did you look me up to yell at me?" you asked him, some venom in your tone, but otherwise calm. He grunted a little and let go of you. He rotated around slightly so he could wave his other arm in front of you. It was loose, clearly not resting properly in its socket. His control over it was normal, suggesting it was mechanical and not an issue with his circuits. Ah… so that was how he found you.
"Fix this," he commanded. You laughed a little, but took hold of his bicep with gloves hands. "I thought the apex games had engineers?" you asked, forcing some innocence in your voice. He grumbled, "if I wanted their help, I wouldn't be here. Stop yapping and make yourself useful." The corner of your lip twitched a little as his brute language. You lifted his shoulder protector to take a look at his arm socket. His eyes watched you like a prowling cat, maybe out of mistrust, you couldn’t tell.
It wasn't hard to see where it had come loose. Some of the stabilizers had loosened, an imitation of human muscle without the flaws. You let go to walk over to your work bench and retrieve a screw driver. "You don't take care of yourself, do you?" you asked as you walked back over to him. "Why the fuck would I need to do - whatever the hell you're doing?" he snapped back. "Everything wears down... machines, too," you commented lowly as you got to work.
Revenant looked away and grunted, and went still, letting you take care of it. He looked tall on TV, but it was very different when he was right in front of you, a couple heads taller, looming dangerously, forcing you to bend your neck back a little if you wanted to look into his eyes. His lean form was well crafted, which explained why he could go so long without any maintenance. Some wires were exposed that probably should have been covered up. Somehow, though, considering his attitude, you doubted that he cared.
You worked slower than necessary so you could take advantage of the situation and look at his model properly: steel, titanium, and heavy leather made up most of his frame. However, his scarf and headband, from what you could gather by looks alone, were a thick, heavy fabric. That same material seemed to be what made up his loincloth, which seemed to serve no purpose other than give him a more human appearance. He was made up gears, pullies and wires, circuit boards, power conductors and shock absorbers. He was warm to the touch, making you wonder if his coolants were working properly. Then again, that would likely be the case if he never rebooted his system.
You finished and stepped back so he could test it out. He stretched his arm and rotated it, one way, then the other, then all the way around, and then back and forth, in very unnatural directions. "Good," he growled approvingly. "Coin?" he grumbled as you walked away. "S'on the house," you mumbled as you tossed your screw driver back onto the bench. It clattered onto the metal surface loudly.
You expected that to be the end of it, for him to disappear into the night as if he was never here. You dug through some drawers in your work bench to seek out some tools and found him still standing there when you turned around. But, he wasn’t standing in the place where he was a moment ago. He was right behind you, close enough to almost trap you against the bench. You craned your neck back to look up into his eyes.
“You…” he uttered, like he was contemplating something. Your eyes narrowed slightly, wondering what he was thinking about. You contemplated telling him to get lost; but, then, his hands took hold of the front of your jumpsuit. Your hands flew up to grab hold of his wrists, an unconsciously response to being touched this way. Under normal circumstances, your training would have kicked in. You would have had him knocked on his ass and a knife in his neck. But, you didn’t have a knife on you and, even if you wanted to, you doubted you were strong enough to knock him down.
But, strangely, you didn’t want to stop him. Your hands dropped and allowed him to tear the jumpsuit wide open, breaking the zipper in the process. You stood there, watching him with a sour look on your face. You really weren’t surprised that he had figured it out. But, it didn’t make you any less disgusted with yourself.
"The stakes... were higher for you to," he uttered...
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31 Days of quietYA: Books for Fans of Time Travel
If time travel is your thing, then I’ve got some good news for you - there’s a lot of it in YA. Some of these aren’t actually/strictly time travel, but you’ll get the gist.
Loop by Karen Akins
At a school where Quantum Paradox 101 is a required course and history field trips are literal, sixteen year-old time traveler Bree Bennis excels…at screwing up.
After Bree botches a solo midterm to the 21st century by accidentally taking a boy hostage (a teensy snafu), she stands to lose her scholarship. But when Bree sneaks back to talk the kid into keeping his yap shut, she doesn't go back far enough. The boy, Finn, now three years older and hot as a solar flare, is convinced he's in love with Bree, or rather, a future version of her that doesn't think he's a complete pain in the arse. To make matters worse, she inadvertently transports him back to the 23rd century with her.
Once home, Bree discovers that a recent rash of accidents at her school are anything but accidental. Someone is attacking time travelers. As Bree and her temporal tagalong uncover seemingly unconnected clues—a broken bracelet, a missing data file, the art heist of the millennium—that lead to the person responsible, she alone has the knowledge to piece the puzzle together. Knowledge only one other person has. Her future self.
But when those closest to her become the next victims, Bree realizes the attacker is willing to do anything to stop her. In the past, present, or future.
Crewel by Gennifer Albin
Incapable. Awkward. Artless.
That’s what the other girls whisper behind her back. But sixteen-year-old Adelice Lewys has a secret: She wants to fail.
Gifted with the ability to weave time with matter, she’s exactly what the Guild is looking for, and in the world of Arras, being chosen to work the looms is everything a girl could want. It means privilege, eternal beauty, and being something other than a secretary. It also means the power to manipulate the very fabric of reality. But if controlling what people eat, where they live, and how many children they have is the price of having it all, Adelice isn’t interested.
Not that her feelings matter, because she slipped and used her hidden talent for a moment. Now she has one hour to eat her mom’s overcooked pot roast. One hour to listen to her sister’s academy gossip and laugh at her dad’s jokes. One hour to pretend everything’s okay. And one hour to escape.
Because tonight, they’ll come for her.
Future Shock by Elizabeth Briggs
Elena Martinez has street smarts, the ability for perfect recall, and a deadline: if she doesn’t find a job before she turns eighteen, she’ll be homeless. But then she gets an unexpected offer from Aether Corporation, the powerful Los Angeles tech giant. Along with four other recruits—Adam, Chris, Trent, and Zoe—Elena is being sent on a secret mission to bring back data from the future. All they have to do is get Aether the information they need, and the five of them will be set for life. It’s an offer Elena can’t refuse.
But something goes wrong when the time travelers arrive in the future. And they are forced to break the only rule they were given—not to look into their own fates. Now they have twenty-four hours to get back to the present and find a way to stop a seemingly inevitable future—and a murder—from happening. But changing the timeline has deadly consequences too. Who can Elena trust as she fights to save her life?
The Wood by Chelsea Bobulski
When Winter’s dad goes missing during his nightly patrol of the wood, it falls to her to patrol the time portals and protect the travelers who slip through them. Winter can't help but think there's more to her dad's disappearance than she's being told.
She soon finds a young man traveling in the wood named Henry who knows more than he should. He believes if they can work together to find his missing parents, they could discover the truth about Winter’s dad.
The wood is poisoned, changing into something sinister—torturing travelers lost in it. Winter must put her trust in Henry in order to find the truth and those they’ve lost.
Cold Summer by Gwen Cole
Kale Jackson has spent years trying to control his time-traveling ability but hasn’t had much luck. One day he lives in 1945, fighting in the war as a sharpshooter and helplessly watching soldiers—friends—die. Then the next day, he’s back in the present, where WWII has bled into his modern life in the form of PTSD, straining his relationship with his father and the few friends he has left. Every day it becomes harder to hide his battle wounds, both physical and mental, from the past.
When the ex-girl-next-door, Harper, moves back to town, thoughts of what could be if only he had a normal life begin to haunt him. Harper reminds him of the person he was before the PTSD, which helps anchor him to the present. With practice, maybe Kale could remain in the present permanently and never step foot on a battlefield again. Maybe he can have the normal life he craves.
But then Harper finds Kale’s name in a historical article—and he’s listed as a casualty of the war. Kale knows now that he must learn to control his time-traveling ability to save himself and his chance at a life with Harper. Otherwise, he’ll be killed in a time where he doesn’t belong by a bullet that was never meant for him.
Until We Meet Again by Renee Collins
Cassandra craves drama and adventure, so the last thing she wants is to spend her summer marooned with her mother and stepfather in a snooty Massachusetts shore town. But when a dreamy stranger shows up on their private beach claiming it's his own—and that the year is 1925—she is swept into a mystery a hundred years in the making.
As she searches for answers in the present, Cassandra discovers a truth that puts their growing love—and Lawrence's life—into jeopardy. Desperate to save him, Cassandra must find a way to change history…or risk losing Lawrence forever.
Tempest by Julie Cross
The year is 2009. Nineteen-year-old Jackson Meyer is a normal guy… he's in college, has a girlfriend… and he can travel back through time. But it's not like the movies — nothing changes in the present after his jumps, there's no space-time continuum issues or broken flux capacitors — it's just harmless fun.
That is… until the day strangers burst in on Jackson and his girlfriend, Holly, and during a struggle with Jackson, Holly is fatally shot. In his panic, Jackson jumps back two years to 2007, but this is not like his previous time jumps. Now he's stuck in 2007 and can't get back to the future.
Desperate to somehow return to 2009 to save Holly but unable to return to his rightful year, Jackson settles into 2007 and learns what he can about his abilities.
But it's not long before the people who shot Holly in 2009 come looking for Jackson in the past, and these "Enemies of Time" will stop at nothing to recruit this powerful young time-traveler. Recruit… or kill him.
Piecing together the clues about his father, the Enemies of Time, and himself, Jackson must decide how far he's willing to go to save Holly… and possibly the entire world.
Traveler by L.E. DeLano
Jessa has spent her life dreaming of other worlds and writing down stories more interesting than her own, until the day her favorite character, Finn, suddenly shows up and invites her out for coffee. After the requisite nervous breakdown, Jessa learns that she and Finn are Travelers, born with the ability to slide through reflections and dreams into alternate realities. But it’s not all steampunk pirates and fantasy lifestyles—Jessa is dying over and over again, in every reality, and Finn is determined that this time, he’s going to stop it…This Jessa is going to live.
A Kiss in Time by Alex Flinn
Talia fell under a spell...Jack broke the curse.
I was told to beware the accursed spindle, but it was so enchanting, so hypnotic...
I was looking for a little adventure the day I ditched my tour group. But finding a comatose town, with a hot-looking chick asleep in it, was so not what I had in mind.
I awakened in the same place but in another time—to a stranger's soft kiss.
I couldn't help kissing her. Sometimes you just have to kiss someone. I didn't know this would happen.
Now I am in dire trouble because my father, the king, says I have brought ruin upon our country. I have no choice but to run away with this commoner!
Now I'm stuck with a bratty princess and a trunk full of her jewels...The good news: My parents will freak!
Think you have dating issues? Try locking lips with a snoozing stunner who turns out to be 316 years old. Can a kiss transcend all—even time?
Invictus by Ryan Graudin
Farway Gaius McCarthy was born outside of time. The son of a time-traveling Recorder from 2354 AD and a gladiator living in Rome in 95 AD, Far's birth defies the laws of nature. Exploring history himself is all he's ever wanted, and after failing his final time-traveling exam, Far takes a position commanding a ship with a crew of his friends as part of a black market operation to steal valuables from the past.
But during a heist on the sinking Titanic, Far meets a mysterious girl who always seems to be one step ahead of him. Armed with knowledge that will bring Far's very existence into question, she will lead Far and his team on a race through time to discover a frightening truth: History is not as steady as it seems.
The Square Root of Summer by Harriet Reuter Hapgood
Gottie H. Oppenheimer is losing time. Literally. When the fabric of the universe around her seaside town begins to fray, she's hurtled through wormholes to her past:
To last summer, when her grandfather Grey died. To the afternoon she fell in love with Jason, who wouldn't even hold her hand at the funeral. To the day her best friend Thomas moved away and left her behind with a scar on her hand and a black hole in her memory.
Although Grey is still gone, Jason and Thomas are back, and Gottie's past, present, and future are about to collide—and someone's heart is about to be broken.
The Girl From Everywhere by Heidi Heilig
Nix has spent her entire life aboard her father’s ship, sailing across the centuries, across the world, across myth and imagination.
As long as her father has a map for it, he can sail to any time, any place, real or imagined: nineteenth-century China, the land from One Thousand and One Nights, a mythic version of Africa. Along the way they have found crewmates and friends, and even a disarming thief who could come to mean much more to Nix.
But the end to it all looms closer every day.
Her father is obsessed with obtaining the one map, 1868 Honolulu, that could take him back to his lost love, Nix’s mother. Even though getting it—and going there—could erase Nix’s very existence.
For the first time, Nix is entering unknown waters.
She could find herself, find her family, find her own fantastical ability, her own epic love.
Or she could disappear.
The Love That Split the World by Emily Henry
Natalie’s last summer in her small Kentucky hometown is off to a magical start…until she starts seeing the “wrong things.” At first, they’re just momentary glimpses—her front door is red instead of its usual green, there’s a pre-school where the garden store should be. But then her whole town disappears for hours, fading away into rolling hills and grazing buffalo, and Nat knows something isn’t right.
That’s when she gets a visit from the kind but mysterious apparition she calls “Grandmother,” who tells her: “You have three months to save him.” The next night, under the stadium lights of the high school football field, she meets a beautiful boy named Beau, and it’s as if time just stops and nothing exists. Nothing, except Natalie and Beau.
Proof of Forever by Lexa Hillyer
Before: It was the perfect summer of first kisses, skinny-dipping, and bonfires by the lake. Joy, Tali, Luce, and Zoe knew their final summer at Camp Okahatchee would come to an end, but they swore they’d stay friends.
After: Now, two years later, their bond has faded along with those memories.
Then: That is, until the fateful flash of a photo booth camera transports the four of them back in time, to the summer they were fifteen—the summer everything changed.
Now: The girls must recreate the past in order to return to the present. As they live through their second-chance summer, the mystery behind their lost friendship unravels, and a dark secret threatens to tear the girls apart all over again.
Always: Summers end. But this one will change them forever.
Prada and Prejudice by Mandy Hubbard
Fifteen-year-old Callie buys a pair of real Prada pumps to impress the cool crowd on a school trip to London. Goodbye, Callie the clumsy geek-girl, hello popularity! But before she knows what’s hit her, Callie wobbles, trips, conks her head...and wakes up in the year 1815!
She stumbles about until she meets the kind-hearted Emily, who takes Callie in, mistaking her for a long-lost friend. Sparks soon fly between Callie and Emily’s cousin, Alex, the maddeningly handsome - though totally arrogant - Duke of Harksbury. Too bad he seems to have something sinister up his ruffled sleeve...
From face-planting off velvet piano benches and hiding behind claw-foot couches to streaking through the estate halls wearing nothing but an itchy blanket, Callie’s curiosity about Alex creates all kinds of trouble.
But the grandfather clock is ticking on her 19th Century shenanigans. Can Callie save Emily from a dire engagement, win a kiss from Alex, and prove to herself that she’s more than just a loud-mouth klutz before her time there is up?
The Edge of Forever by Melissa E. Hurst
In 2013, sixteen-year-old Alora is having blackouts. Each time she wakes up in a different place with no idea how she got there. The one thing she is certain of? Someone is following her.
In 2146, seventeen-year-old Bridger is one of a small number of people born with the ability to travel to the past. While on a routine school time trip, he sees the last person he expected—his dead father. The strangest part is that, according to the Department of Temporal Affairs, his father was never assigned to be in that time. Bridger’s even more stunned when he learns that his by-the-book father was there to break the most important rule of time travel—to prevent someone’s murder.
And that someone is named Alora.
Determined to discover why his father wanted to help a “ghost,” Bridger illegally shifts to 2013 and, along with Alora, races to solve the mystery surrounding her past and her connection to his father before the DTA finds him. If he can stop Alora’s death without altering the timeline, maybe he can save his father too.
The Next Together by Laura James
Katherine and Matthew are destined to be born again and again, century after century. Each time, their presence changes history for the better, and each time, they fall hopelessly in love, only to be tragically separated.
Spanning the Crimean War, the Siege of Carlisle and the near-future of 2019 and 2039 they find themselves sacrificing their lives to save the world. But why do they keep coming back? What else must they achieve before they can be left to live and love in peace?
Maybe the next together will be different...
Return Once More by Trisha Leigh
Years have passed since refugees from a ruined earth took to space, eventually settling a new system of planets. Science has not only made the leaps necessary to allow time travel, but the process engineered a strange side effect—predicting your one true love.
Sixteen-year-old Kaia Vespasian is an apprentice to the Historians—a group charged with using time travel to document the triumphs and failures of the past—and she can’t resist a peek at her long-dead soul mate in Ancient Egypt. Before she knows it, she’s broken every rule in the book, and the consequences of getting caught could destroy more than just her new romance.
But when Kaia notices a fellow classmate snooping around in a time where he doesn’t belong, she suspects he has a secret of his own—and the conspiracy she uncovers could threaten the entire universe. If her experience has taught her anything, to changing history means facing the consequences. The Historians trained her to observe and record the past, but Kaia never guessed she might have to protect it— in a race across time to save her only chance at a future.
The Girl with the Red Balloon by Katherine Locke
Ever since she arrived in Germany on a school trip, Ellie Baum has felt the weight of history on her. After all, she’s the first one in her family to return since her grandfather’s miraculous escape from a death camp, and in Berlin, pieces of the past—World War II, the Cold War—are still visible decades later.
One day, visiting the Berlin Wall Memorial, she sees a stray balloon floating across the park, and she wanders away from the crowd to follow it. One moment she’s reaching out to grab it—the next, she’s yanked back through time to when the wall is still standing. It is 1988, and Ellie is in East Berlin.
Nobody knows how she got there, not even the members of the underground guild—the Runners and the Schöpfers—who use balloons and magic to help people escape over the wall. Now as a stranger in an oppressive regime, Ellie must hide from the police with the help of Kai, a Runner struggling with his own uneasy relationship with the powerful Balloonmakers and his growing feelings for Ellie. Together they search for the truth behind Ellie’s mysterious time travel, and when they uncover a plot to alter history with dark magic, she must risk everything—including her only way home—to stop the deadly plans.
The Spy with the Red Balloon by Katherine Locke
Siblings Ilse and Wolf hide a deep secret in their blood: with it, they can work magic. And the government just found out.Blackmailed into service during World War II, Ilse lends her magic to America’s newest weapon, the atom bomb, while Wolf goes behind enemy lines to sabotage Germany’s nuclear program. It’s a dangerous mission, but if Hitler were to create the bomb first, the results would be catastrophic.
When Wolf’s plane is shot down, his entire mission is thrown into jeopardy. Wolf needs Ilse’s help to develop the magic that will keep him alive, but with a spy afoot in Ilse’s laboratory, the letters she sends to Wolf begin to look treasonous. Can Ilse prove her loyalty—and find a way to help her brother—before their time runs out?
Kissing Shakespeare by Pamela Mingle
Miranda has Shakespeare in her blood: she hopes one day to become a Shakespearean actor like her famous parents. At least, she does until her disastrous performance in her school's staging of The Taming of the Shrew. Humiliated, Miranda skips the opening-night party. All she wants to do is hide.
Fellow cast member, Stephen Langford, has other plans for Miranda. When he steps out of the backstage shadows and asks if she'd like to meet Shakespeare, Miranda thinks he's a total nutcase. But before she can object, Stephen whisks her back to 16th century England—the world Stephen's really from. He wants Miranda to use her acting talents and modern-day charms on the young Will Shakespeare. Without her help, Stephen claims, the world will lost its greatest playwright.
Miranda isn't convinced she's the girl for the job. Why would Shakespeare care about her? And just who is this infuriating time traveler, Stephen Langford? Reluctantly, she agrees to help, knowing that it's her only chance of getting back to the present and her "real" life. What Miranda doesn't bargain for is finding true love . . . with no acting required.
Timeless by Alexandra Monir
When tragedy strikes Michele Windsor's family, she is forced to move from Los Angeles to New York City to live with the wealthy, aristocratic grandparents she has never met. In their historic Fifth Avenue mansion, filled with a century's worth of family secrets, Michele discovers the biggest family secret of all - an ancestor's diary that, amazingly, has the power to send her back in time to 1910, the year it was written. There, at a glamorous high-society masquerade ball, Michele meets the young man with striking blue eyes who has haunted her dreams all her life. And she finds herself falling for him, and into an otherworldly romance.
Soon Michele is leading a double life, struggling to balance her contemporary high school world with her escapes into the past. But when she stumbles upon a terrible discovery, she is propelled on a race through history to save the boy she loves - and to complete a quest that will determine their fate.
Now That You’re Here by Amy Nichols
In a parallel universe, the classic bad boy falls for the class science geek.
One minute Danny was running from the cops, and the next, he jolted awake in an unfamiliar body - his own, but different. Somehow, he's crossed into a parallel universe. Now his friends are his enemies, his parents are long dead, and studious Eevee is not the mysterious femme fatale he once kissed back home. Then again, this Eevee - a girl who'd rather land an internship at NASA than a date to the prom--may be his only hope of getting home.
Eevee tells herself she's only helping him in the name of quantum physics, but there's something undeniably fascinating about this boy from another dimension... a boy who makes her question who she is, and who she might be in another place and time.
Stolen Time by Danielle Rollins (coming February 5, 2019)
Seattle, 1913 // Dorothy is trapped. Forced into an engagement to a wealthy man just so she and her mother can live comfortably for the rest of their days, she’ll do anything to escape. Including sneaking away from her wedding and bolting into the woods to disappear.
New Seattle, 2077 // Ash is on a mission. Rescue the professor—his mentor who figured out the secret to time travel—so together they can put things right in their devastated city. But searching for one man means endless jumps through time with no guarantee of success.
When Dorothy collides with Ash, she sees it as her chance to start fresh—she’ll stow away in his plane and begin a new life wherever they land. Then she wakes up in a future that’s been ripped apart by earthquakes and floods; where vicious gangs rule the submerged city streets and a small group of intrepid travelers from across time are fighting against the odds to return things to normal. What Dorothy doesn’t know is that she could hold the key to unraveling the past—and her arrival may spell Ash’s ultimate destruction.
Time Between Us by Tamara Ireland Stone
Anna and Bennett were never supposed to meet: she lives in 1995 Chicago and he lives in 2012 San Francisco. But Bennett has the unique ability to travel through time and space, which brings him into Anna’s life, and with him a new world of adventure and possibility.
As their relationship deepens, the two face the reality that time may knock Bennett back to where he belongs, even as a devastating crisis throws everything they believe into question. Against a ticking clock, Anna and Bennett are forced to ask themselves how far they can push the bounds of fate, what consequences they can bear in order to stay together, and whether their love can stand the test of time.
Into the Dim by Janet B. Taylor
When fragile, sixteen-year-old Hope Walton loses her mom to an earthquake overseas, her secluded world crumbles. Agreeing to spend the summer in Scotland, Hope discovers that her mother was more than a brilliant academic, but also a member of a secret society of time travelers. Trapped in the twelfth century in the age of Eleanor of Aquitaine, Hope has seventy-two hours to rescue her mother and get back to their own time. Along the way, her path collides with that of a mysterious boy who could be vital to her mission . . . or the key to Hope’s undoing.
All Our Yesterdays by Cristin Terrill
Em is locked in a bare, cold cell with no comforts. Finn is in the cell next door. The Doctor is keeping them there until they tell him what he wants to know. Trouble is, what he wants to know hasn't happened yet.
Em and Finn have a shared past, but no future unless they can find a way out. The present is torture - being kept apart, overhearing each other's anguish as the Doctor relentlessly seeks answers. There's no way back from here, to what they used to be, the world they used to know. Then Em finds a note in her cell which changes everything. It's from her future self and contains some simple but very clear instructions. Em must travel back in time to avert a tragedy that's about to unfold. Worse, she has to pursue and kill the boy she loves to change the future.
Summer of Yesterday by Gaby Triana
Summer officially sucks. Thanks to a stupid seizure she had a few months earlier, Haley’s stuck going on vacation with her dad and his new family to Disney’s Fort Wilderness instead of enjoying the last session of summer camp back home with her friends. Fort Wilderness holds lots of childhood memories for her father, but surely nothing for Haley. But then a new seizure triggers something she’s never before experienced—time travel—and she ends up in River Country, the campground’s long-abandoned water park, during its heyday.
The year? 1982.
And there—with its amusing fashion, “oldies” music, and primitive technology—she runs into familiar faces: teenage Dad and Mom before they’d even met. Somehow, Haley must find her way back to the twenty-first century before her present-day parents anguish over her disappearance, a difficult feat now that she’s met Jason, one of the park’s summer residents and employees, who takes the strangely dressed stowaway under his wing.
Seizures aside, Haley’s used to controlling her life, and she has no idea how to deal with this dilemma. How can she be falling for a boy whose future she can’t share?
Steel by Carrie Vaughn
A mysterious broken sword transports a modern teen through time to the deck of a pirate ship. Stranded in the past, and surrounded by strangers, she is forced to sign on as crew. But a pirate's life is bloody and brief, and as she learns about the dark magic that brought her there, she forms a desperate scheme to get home—one that risks everything in a duel to the death with a villainous pirate captain!
Wildwing by Emily Whitman
When Addy is swept back in time, she couldn't be happier to leave her miserable life behind. Now she's mistaken for Lady Matilda, the pampered ward of the king. If Addy can play her part, she'll have glorious gowns, jewels, and something she's always longed for the respect and admiration of others. But then she meets Will, the falconer's son with sky blue eyes, who unsettles all her plans.
From shipwrecks to castle dungeons, from betrothals to hidden conspiracies, Addy finds herself in a world where she's not the only one with a dangerous secret. When she discovers the truth, Addy must take matters into her own hands. The stakes? Her chance at true love . . . and the life she's meant to live.
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lil-shepherd replied to your post “I am dogsitting for my dad - 2 little Japanese chins. They are...”
Use a rattle can. A small soda can with few coins inside makes a great one, if you squash it from the sides. When they bark, rattle it hard. Or even throw it so it hits the floor close to them - just so long as it makes a racket. They will shut up. It should get so you only have to pick it up and show it to them.
They do actually understand “no” pretty well, and “no barking” usually works after a repetition or three for the girl dog to get over her boundless excitement. I swear, her barking is like a coughing fit - it’s almost like she’s incapable of stopping if you don’t catch her right away. (Added to this is that they are one of the snub-nose breeds who already have a tendency for breathing problems when they get excited, and that my dad smokes (a lot) and it can be pretty alarming).
The major problem is that they are used to having 24/7 access to my dad (who spoils them rotten), and a.) he’s not here, b.) I have cats c.) they piss on the floors (omg so maddening!) and d.) neither my husband nor I are “dogs sleeping in the bed” people which has all led to e.) the dogs are downstairs at night.
So, when they get bored or lonely, they start to bark. It’s a new place, so when they hear traffic or the other neighborhood dogs, they start to bark. Also, the cats have discovered that the dogs can’t get past the baby gate, so they occasionally wander down the stairs and stare at the dogs through the gate. So the dogs bark. (I am going to see if I can lock the cats in the bedroom tonight, though that has historically just lead to being woken up by the cats because they want out). Spritzing them with water has so far been pretty effective, although all the remedies (spray bottle, rattle can, “no barking”) all require me to physically be where they are.
I tried sleeping on the couch the first night so they at least wouldn’t bark for the sake of loneliness, but then they whine because I am in range, but they can’t sleep with me, and still bark at the cats and all other strange and/or sudden noises. (plus I have never been able to get more than about an hour’s sleep on my couch).
For the last two nights, I’ve had to go downstairs several times during the night to tell them to stop barking and let them outside to run off some energy. They are used to having a dog door, and though my dad *swears* that they are potty-pad trained, they seem to prefer peeing on the floor to peeing on the pad. At least the floor is tile, but let me tell you - getting roused out of bed at 2 a.m. by super high-pitched yapping to stumble down the stairs, climb over the baby gate, and step in a puddle of piss is really not the best thing in the universe.
Sorry that got long and you didn’t even ask for it. lmao! I am just frustrated and supposed to be studying for a comprehensive final next week, plus writing RBBs, so I’m frazzled and stressed. >.<
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Hi! Do you take request for oneshots? Bucky x reader maybe? Thanks in advance! :))
hahahaha nope i don’t do requests/prompts and i don’t do reader insert stories. I fairly regularly participate in fandom charity stuff but that’s almost exclusively art, and I currently have no plans to open up those slots to writing
#yap yap#i got a lot of wips spinning in the air so it's art only for the charity stuff for a while lads#also i am physically incapable of writing reader insert#that program was not installed on my operating system#nothing wrong with those who do i just do not compute in that direction#Anonymous
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Excessive Barking: What It Means and How To Cope
There are guaranteed to be some occasions when your dog's barking is going to be inconvenient, but this doesn't mean that you have to view your dog's vocalization as an intolerable irritation. You could choose to look at it more constructively: your dog is trying to communicate with you. In order to cope with and control excessive barking, you need to understand what the reason is – and then take steps to remove the stimulus.
Different Barks & Their Circumstances
If you can spend some time watching your dog, you'll find there's a fair bit to be learned about the different barks he uses and why he's using them. If you can learn to recognize these and then pair them with the circumstances in which they typically occur, so much the better.
Boredom. This is a major problem for a lot of dogs. Some can handle being by themselves for long periods of time (for example, the average working day), but the truth is that it's really hard on most dogs. Barking is something your dog can do to relieve the boredom, and to give himself something to do. A dog barking out of boredom or loneliness will usually do so repetitively and with little alteration in frequency, tone, or volume.
Toilet-call. Most dogs will show their need to go outside by pacing, circling, sniffing the ground, and whining; a lot will sit by the door or pace restlessly back and forth. The type of bark that accompanies this behavior is usually a single short, sharp imperative (repeated if you don't take action the first time round).
Dinner-time: this is similar to the toilet-call bark (the motive is similar: your dog thinks that you need to be made aware of something). He will probably be racing around energetically, interspersing the barks with little pleading whines and jumps.
Excited barking is an expression of joy: your dog's happy about something and needs to let the world know. You should be able to tell by the circumstances and his body language (tail waving, mouth open and panting, front elbows touching the ground, rear end up in the air), but happy-barking is also higher-pitched than usual.
Warning barking is almost always a husky baying noise – your dog is trying to make himself sound bigger and meaner than he actually might be. Even the smaller breeds, which are physically incapable of producing anything more menacing than shrill yapping, will lower their tone as much as possible. This is usually accompanied with raised hackles, and a tense “I-dare-you” posture: leaning forward, tail stiff and twitching, ears pointing forward or back.
Coping With Excessive Barking
Sufficient exercise and companionship take care of about 95% of irritating-barking cases. If your dog's still barking after you've ruled out the obvious, you'll need to employ some tried-and-true tactics for controlling this habit.
Tips for Curbing Barking:
Never reward barking. You need to teach him that barking is no longer an effective communication tool. If you dog is barking, he must get no attention – period – until he stops. Don't touch him, talk to him, feed him, or look at him.
Teach the “enough” command. When your dog starts to bark, break his attention quickly: call him to you, and say firmly “Quiet”. The moment he stops barking, treat him profusely.
Remember to allow him to vent: you can't expect your dog to stop barking altogether. You need to be realistic and allow him the chance to get a few good barks out before you quiet him.
You need to redirect his energy into a different channel. Tell him to “quiet”, and then get him to sit or lie down. It's important that you give him something else to do. Treat him when he obeys you.
If your dog barks “at you” immediately after you’ve given him a command, then you have some dominance training to do. Read up on canine communication and the concept of alpha status.
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vent// you ever felt like you're constantly being dismissed like even people you call fam / friends conveniently cast aside things you like or matter to you that conversations always feel one-way because you could be saying something and it just went into the void
Oh man yeah. I admit not so much these days because this bitch learned to marie kondo my friendships (I really love this expression) and just throw people in the pit if they don’t spark joy. But I do know what you’re talking about. I have three ways to go about it:
1. Shove them aside. If they don’t show the slightest interest and don’t even try, just fuck them. I mean, I know people who love yapping about themselves so much they literally are physically incapable of talking about anything else. So to me, hanging out with them means ‘them-time’ and I am mentally prepared for that. I stopped seeing them as friends, they’re mere acquaintances to me Not that I didn’t give them a chance: I did, but if you don’t learn the first 3 times, then I’m not gonna waste any more time. And when I say ‘talk about themselves’ I mean talk about what they love. Cause I’m more than happy to listen to your obsessions, your passions, the shit you love---but it’s a two way road. If a person doesn’t spare some time to retribute, they’re not worth your time.
2. Call them out. Literally say: you only talk about yourself, you don’t spare a second to hear me out and I feel left out and ignored, and honestly, it’s starting to make me feel like I’m your unpaid psychiatrist or, worse, just the talk-dumpster, and like, start a blog bruh. But really, try to reason, express to them how you feel (highlight on feel) and explain why their attitude hurts.
3. Literally do the same as them. Not kidding. This worked with people I was sort of forced to hang out with (like in college, when you have to pretend all those people around you are your friends, even though you know damn well you won’t keep in touch after you’re all done) or when I was reaching my breaking point of frustration. They’re yapping incessantly about the same shit for the millionth time and won’t give me an opening to talk? Nudge, sigh and say ‘yeah’ and grab your phone. Show you’re not interested. Then abruptly switch the conversation lmao It’s very passive-aggressive, I honestly don’t recommend this approach because it can yield terrible outcomes, that’s why I said I did this to people I didn’t really consider my friends but close acquaintances.
If the person matters to me, number 2 is my go-to. If they are my friends and I know they are willing to listen and adapt their behaviour, I have a serious conversation. If they don’t matter to me, it’s number 1. It’s also what I do to family to be honest because my family’s way of approaching the subject of ‘things Ana likes’ is belittling it, so I’ve refused to talk about it for a while now.
But generally speaking, this is one of those attitudes I genuinely don’t understand like... It is so easy to spare the time to listen to your friends or the people you love. So easy. It’s an act of love/friendship itself. I love hearing people talk about the shit they love, bruh. But I also love being listened to. I love watching people’s reactions to what I’m saying when I’m talking about my stuff. I like to see they’re showing they care. A lot of people think it’s about empathy, but it’s really not? It’s compassion and support. I mean, you don’t have to like/understand the same things, you just gotta catch that sparkle in the person’s eyes, read their body language, understand their excitement, you know?
And it feels terrible to be in a group---friends, family, whatever---and feel like you’re just speaking into the void. It’s funny cause I had a very recent talk about this with a friend whom I shall not name and we were both like.. At one point, it feels like it’s your job to teach someone how to be social, and bruh, that is exhausting af.
In the age of social networking and shit it feels particularly alienating because the wrong thing can go around and gain unexpected traction and suddenly be all over the internet but the right thing might just go unnoticed and we’re constantly swaying between these two options with no in-between and it’s like we’re all living on the edge but if you already feel alienated in life, how are you going to manage that?
And like, I’m gonna take the chance of this ask to do a PSA coming from someone who’s also tired of this attitude: step aside and breathe, fellas. Listen to your friends. Message them at 3AM asking ‘hey, are you alright? Just checking, making sure everything’s fine and letting you know that whatever you might need I’m here for you’. If you don’t feel comfortable with that, send them stupid memes about the stuff they love. Listen and show they care. Life goes by too fast for us to pretend it’s all about us.
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Nick Hundley, You Unbelievable Baby
Last night, a wholly unnecessary scuffle broke out during the Giants and Dodgers game in Los Angeles. Yasiel Puig, a Rorschach test for baseball idiots, was upset with himself for just missing a pitch from Tony Watson. After fouling it off, he threw his bat in the air and caught it. It was perfectly clear Puig was upset with himself, and yet for some reason, Giants catcher Nick Hundley started chirping at Puig. The Dodgers outfielder turned around—yes, he had his back to Hundley—and got into his face. They jawed at each other and Puig shoved Hundley twice. The benches cleared and Puig eventually got an open hand slap across Hundley's mask.
Before we go any further it is important to note that this is 100 percent Nick Hundley's fault. There is no getting around that, and if you want to argue otherwise, you'd be better served having a nice long chat with a wall. I'm not going to entertain the "Puig shoved him first" folks. Puig was collecting himself outside of the batter's box, and was not even looking at, or even thinking about, Nick Hundley until the catcher started yapping at him...for no reason whatsoever. Don't believe me? Let's hear from the man himself:
"We're competing on the field against a team we're chasing. They've been scuffling a little bit, and we're trying to catch them. Obviously a nice rivalry," Hundley said. "We had some words and pushed a couple times. There's really not more to it than that."
That's what Hundley had to say for himself after he, and he alone, caused both team's benches and bullpens to race onto the field. "We had some words." Nick Hundley had words. And feelings. And decided to engage Yasiel Puig who, again, always seems to catch shit from these guys—"It doesn't happen with other teams," he said after the game—for basically existing, at this point.
Here's more from Puig:
"When I missed the pitch, I knew I thought it was the best pitch that Watson was gonna throw me," Puig said through an interpreter. "So I was a little upset, and [Hundley] told me to stop complaining, get back into the box. And when I got in his face, he told me to also get out of his face. So that's when I got upset.
"I didn't like that he was telling me what to do, and then he said some words to me in English that I really can't repeat. So that is why I was upset."
So, in addition to some folks being upset when a player celebrates doing something good, Nick Hundley has added a "not allowed to be mad at yourself for failing" clause to the unwritten rules of baseball.
The Giants and Dodgers are obviously a big rivalry in the NL West, so emotions run hotter than your average game, and things often get testy for exceptionally stupid reasons like the classic "Yasiel Puig looked at me." Puig always seems to be doing something that offends the Giants and capital-B baseball. But even in terms of the petty-ass Giants being aggrieved with Puig, this one was infantile.
At least when Giants ace Madison Bumgarner was pissed at Puig for looking at him, he was actually pissed at him for bat-flipping a home run (two years earlier(!!)). And yes, that last sentence is both true and extremely stupid, but no matter what: Bumgarner was upset because Puig bested him, and showed it. It's dumb, but it's also understandable why Bumgarner would be upset: he fucked up, and Puig made him pay.
But this is something else. Puig was the one who fucked up this time! He missed a pitch. And someone got mad at him for being mad at himself for fucking up. Do you know the kind of mental gymnastics you have to do to get pissed at Yasiel Puig in this situation?
Puig is battling a pitcher
Gets a pitch he might be able to do some damage with
Does not do any sort of damage with it
Is upset with himself for not doing any damage
[Reeeeaaallly reaching for answers]
Catcher thinks Puig thinks he should have gotten the better of the pitcher?
Because Puig thinks he is better than the pitcher?
Even though the pitcher in every conceivable way came out the winner in this situation?
OK, I honestly have no idea what Hundley was thinking in this situation and we will never know because he gave some chickenshit response to the media afterwards and no one will press him on it or question it. Puig also said Hundley "said some words to me in English that I really can't repeat," and do you know what The Good Baseball Man's response was?
Hundley declined to reveal what was said.
“That’s stuff that stays on the field,” he said. “We both made the choice to get in each other’s face. We made the choice to go at it.”
I really cannot stress enough that Nick Hundley made the choice to start this. And did not even have the guts to stand before the media and explain why. That, my friends, is Unwritten Rules 101. If Hundley's diaper were dry last night, Yasiel Puig would have simply stepped back in the batter's box and waited for his next pitch. Instead, we have another installment of weak-ass feuds between the Dodgers and Giants because some baseball players are physically incapable of acting like professional adults.
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Nick Hundley, You Unbelievable Baby
Last night, a wholly unnecessary scuffle broke out during the Giants and Dodgers game in Los Angeles. Yasiel Puig, a Rorschach test for baseball idiots, was upset with himself for just missing a pitch from Tony Watson. After fouling it off, he threw his bat in the air and caught it. It was perfectly clear Puig was upset with himself, and yet for some reason, Giants catcher Nick Hundley started chirping at Puig. The Dodgers outfielder turned around—yes, he had his back to Hundley—and got into his face. They jawed at each other and Puig shoved Hundley twice. The benches cleared and Puig eventually got an open hand slap across Hundley’s mask.
Before we go any further it is important to note that this is 100 percent Nick Hundley’s fault. There is no getting around that, and if you want to argue otherwise, you’d be better served having a nice long chat with a wall. I’m not going to entertain the “Puig shoved him first” folks. Puig was collecting himself outside of the batter’s box, and was not even looking at, or even thinking about, Nick Hundley until the catcher started yapping at him…for no reason whatsoever. Don’t believe me? Let’s hear from the man himself:
“We’re competing on the field against a team we’re chasing. They’ve been scuffling a little bit, and we’re trying to catch them. Obviously a nice rivalry,” Hundley said. “We had some words and pushed a couple times. There’s really not more to it than that.”
That’s what Hundley had to say for himself after he, and he alone, caused both team’s benches and bullpens to race onto the field. “We had some words.” Nick Hundley had words. And feelings. And decided to engage Yasiel Puig who, again, always seems to catch shit from these guys—”It doesn’t happen with other teams,” he said after the game—for basically existing, at this point.
Here’s more from Puig:
“When I missed the pitch, I knew I thought it was the best pitch that Watson was gonna throw me,” Puig said through an interpreter. “So I was a little upset, and [Hundley] told me to stop complaining, get back into the box. And when I got in his face, he told me to also get out of his face. So that’s when I got upset.
“I didn’t like that he was telling me what to do, and then he said some words to me in English that I really can’t repeat. So that is why I was upset.”
So, in addition to some folks being upset when a player celebrates doing something good, Nick Hundley has added a “not allowed to be mad at yourself for failing” clause to the unwritten rules of baseball.
The Giants and Dodgers are obviously a big rivalry in the NL West, so emotions run hotter than your average game, and things often get testy for exceptionally stupid reasons like the classic “Yasiel Puig looked at me.” Puig always seems to be doing something that offends the Giants and capital-B baseball. But even in terms of the petty-ass Giants being aggrieved with Puig, this one was infantile.
At least when Giants ace Madison Bumgarner was pissed at Puig for looking at him, he was actually pissed at him for bat-flipping a home run (two years earlier(!!)). And yes, that last sentence is both true and extremely stupid, but no matter what: Bumgarner was upset because Puig bested him, and showed it. It’s dumb, but it’s also understandable why Bumgarner would be upset: he fucked up, and Puig made him pay.
But this is something else. Puig was the one who fucked up this time! He missed a pitch. And someone got mad at him for being mad at himself for fucking up. Do you know the kind of mental gymnastics you have to do to get pissed at Yasiel Puig in this situation?
Puig is battling a pitcher
Gets a pitch he might be able to do some damage with
Does not do any sort of damage with it
Is upset with himself for not doing any damage
[Reeeeaaallly reaching for answers]
Catcher thinks Puig thinks he should have gotten the better of the pitcher?
Because Puig thinks he is better than the pitcher?
Even though the pitcher in every conceivable way came out the winner in this situation?
OK, I honestly have no idea what Hundley was thinking in this situation and we will never know because he gave some chickenshit response to the media afterwards and no one will press him on it or question it. Puig also said Hundley “said some words to me in English that I really can’t repeat,” and do you know what The Good Baseball Man’s response was?
Hundley declined to reveal what was said.
“That’s stuff that stays on the field,” he said. “We both made the choice to get in each other’s face. We made the choice to go at it.”
I really cannot stress enough that Nick Hundley made the choice to start this. And did not even have the guts to stand before the media and explain why. That, my friends, is Unwritten Rules 101. If Hundley’s diaper were dry last night, Yasiel Puig would have simply stepped back in the batter’s box and waited for his next pitch. Instead, we have another installment of weak-ass feuds between the Dodgers and Giants because some baseball players are physically incapable of acting like professional adults.
Nick Hundley, You Unbelievable Baby syndicated from https://australiahoverboards.wordpress.com
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