#please lord please

[emmatcha]

i canonically NEED this to happen in the show

[lowkeyasolo]

[l1li4n]

thick thighs save lives

[clover-46]

tbh i just hope david’s hbs video doesn’t get taken down when it comes out

[isacksteban]

ok so if alex passes yuki then logan needs to be like mika and use his flying powers to overtake for williams double points

[leo-kinnie]

I’m stuck underground riding out a storm. Send me asks to help me pass the time 🙏

[firethebluesky]

Sparring

The majority of the boat ride from Barnarock to Portia you spend talking Wuwa's ear off about your accomplishments in your hometown- how you won merit awards in school, how your engineering skills made you big money, how everyone called you the strongest woman in Barnarock. Wuwa said you'd be on the water for hours, and you have to occupy the time with something. He doesn't seem like the most talkative of folk, so you take it upon yourself to entertain both him and you. On and on you go, hour after hour of your achievements- there's just so many! You're beginning to think that Wuwa is getting sick of listening to your voice going on and on when he calls out to you.

"We're coming up on Portia!" He shouts up to you at the prow of the boat from the wheel, pointing beyond to the landmass ahead. The rolling green hills and sprawling farmlands seem to go on forever, only interrupted by a small town right in the center. Massive spires rise up above the town, reminiscent of times past and a world of long ago. You have to wonder just how many of those ruins are infested with monsters, and what sort of valuable materials you'll find within them. Wuwa keeps talking behind you, saying something about ruin diving, to which your ears perk up. Still daydreaming about the glory and grandeur you'll achieve when you come out of the ruins with your arms full of loot, you dreamily reply to him, mind on anything but the conversation.

The harbor is quickly approaching, you realize, but the boat is still traveling at an alarming speed. Wuwa must be a madman to come at the docks so fast. You grasp onto the rail is the boat as he steers into the bay, heart dropping to your stomach as he comes to a staggeringly quick halt next to the dock. You send a dirty look back at him for bringing you so close to death when you still have so much to live for and so much money to make.

You hop off the boat the minute it's tied, not wanting to spend another second on that death trap, but also to show Wuwa who's boss. But the instant your feet touch solid ground, you're nearly knocked off your feet with nausea. Your legs wobble in a valiant effort to stay upright, and you grasp at anything around you to keep you upright. Wuwa laughs at you as he nimbly leaps off the boat behind you, his portly figure rattling the wood to what send like the point of breaking. You remind yourself under your breath to fix the dock the next time you're here, otherwise, anyone might take an unfortunate tumble into the frigid water unexpectedly.

A few minutes of calming exercises and deep breathing later, you open your eyes to find a man with a very well manicured mustache waiting for you at the end of the dock. Legs still shaking, you stand carefully and walk over to him. He introduces himself to you as Presley, and the name stirs up memories of old black and white photos on the walls of your old home. Presley leads you away from the water towards a dirt road leading up the small town you noticed on your entry. A short lane lined with rickety buildings comprises the Portia Harbor. It seems deserted, save for Wuwa, who had seemingly disappeared, Presley, and yourself.

As you're walking down the road parallel to the water, listening to Presley chat about market rates and telesis, a thunderous sound takes your attention. You throw your gaze up to the sky, looking for the black clouds that indicate a nearing storm, but find none. You're about to tap Presley on the shoulder and ask if invisible thunderstorms are common in Portia when you notice a growing dust cloud behind a hill. From behind the hill, three shapes come into focus: a girl with blond hair and a pink jacket, a man with bright green hair, and another man with red hair and a vibrant blue scarf round his neck. All three are on horseback, coming closer by the second. The girl and the green haired man seem to be racing each other, judging by their speed and the smiling jeers they send at each other. The red-headed man lags behind, taking up a more conservative and comfortable pace. The girl and man roar past you and Presley, barely taking the time to steer around you. You throw yourself onto the grass on the side of the road to avoid being trampled. Presley does no such thing, simply stepping to the side and watching as they race by. The third rider stops next to Presley, glancing once at you as you pick yourself up off the ground. They engage in a quick conversation, then he rides off without a second look at you.

"How rude!" You say to Presley as you once again start your trek up to town. "He didn't even offer to help me up! Does everyone in town treat newcomers with such disdain? If they do, I can't imagine I'll be wanting to stay here very long!"

Presley laughs gently, smiling across at you. You're just slightly taller than him, and you used that stature to your advantage, straightening up to look more imposing.

"That's just Arlo." Presley looks on down the road, where the girl is triumphantly pumping her fists in the air in victory. The green haired one looks like he's taking the loss well with a wide grin on his face. Arlo rides up next to them and leads them on, heading off towards the waterfalls. "He's not usually like that, but he can be known to be a bit... single-minded when it comes to work." The two of you take a left at the fork, heading towards the gates, leaving the water at your backs. "A new group of Illusion Bunnies has sprung up on the west side of town, apparently, and the panbat infestation on the east wall is only getting worse. The Civil Corps has their work cut out for them."

You take in this new information as Presley leads you to a dilapidated building outside the city walls. He introduces it to you as your "new workshop", but the place is nowhere near new. The door looks like it's nearly off its hinges, and the fence couldn't even keep out a slight breeze. The whole place looks like it's about to fall apart. For all the talking you did about your abilities, you have a hard time picturing yourself ever getting the place back to its former glory. Presley hands you a letter, the script you recognize as your Pa's. You skim it briefly, not really bothering to read it. As far as you're concerned, your father is dead.

Presley leaves you standing there in front of the workshop, with instructions to meet him at somewhere called the Commerce Guild in Peach Plaza the next day. Such a tacky name, you think. In Barnarock, things are so much classier. And cleaner, after a quick look at the rot and mold accumulating within the walls of your new home. You quickly shred up the letter in your hands and toss in on the ground, promising to clean it up later once you've found a proper trash receptacle.

A wave of nausea hits you hard, doubling you over with pain in your stomach. Leaning against the wall, you empty the contents of your lunch onto the ground, before stumbling inside and collapsing on your bed, curled up.

You spend the night in and out of sleep, tossing and turning uncomfortably as draft after draft courses through the house, creating shrill whistles and deep moans that keep you awake. The thin blanket covering you does nothing to keep out the cool of the night. When you wake up, stepping outside to feel the eastern sunrise on your face, you resolve the first thing you'll do in Portia is fix those big gaps in the floor.

After dressing in yesterday's outfit, you head up to the Commerce Guild right as it opens at eight. Presley is there, waiting for you, along with some pink haired teenager who's clearly quite fashionable. Deep down, you're mildly impressed. Presley instructs you to make an axe and pick as your builder's test. Wuwa must have told Presley about you, because he cuts you off as you open your mouth to complain that you don't need a test to prove yourself. Deflated, you exit the Commerce Guild and set off into the sparse woods outside the wall, collecting sticks and rocks off the ground. You find the worktable in your yard, right where Presley said it would be, and start to fashion a very rudimentary axe and pick. Your work is really quite sloppy, and you berate yourself for not taking better care with your work. But this backwards town wouldn't notice if you built the best axe in the world, and most certainly wouldn’t the absolutely incorrigible job you did binding the axe head to the handle. So you bring it to Presley, who's chilling outside a small cafe. He barely even looks at the work you did before sending you off on another task, this time to build a stone furnace. You walk off, laughing quietly. You probably could’ve handed him an elastic arm stretcher and he’d think it was an axe.

Instead of working, you decide to take some time to explore around the town, and get to know the people you'll be sharing air with. Django introduces himself as a knight, which you scoff at. What's a knight doing running a restaurant? Sonya's voice gets on your nerves, Alice is too soft-spoken for your liking, and Martha can't and won’t stop going on about her son, Toby, and how stressed he makes her. Honestly, who cares? Really, the only interesting person you meet is Oaks, who is clearly the town lunatic. Who else would dress up as a bear and dig through the trash for food?

Central Plaza is bustling with people walking through as you enter. Buildings surround a large tree in the center of the area, casting some cooling shade on the people exercising under it. You're taking in the buildings around you when someone bumps into you, knocking you down to the ground. There's a flash of red and blue in the corner of your eye as a hand reaches down to help you up. Brushing yourself off, you notice the wall you hit was none other than Arlo himself. He looks down on you with disdain in his face, as if it's your fault he bumped into you.

"Look where you're going," You sneer up at your assailant. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to knock people over? And you'd think a member of the local Civil Corps would be just a tad bit more courteous." Arlo just stares at you with that same deadpan look in his eyes.

"It wouldn't kill you to be just a little bit nicer." You continue, not noticing how Arlo is clenching his fist in anger. "People would actually want to talk to you then."

Arlo scoffs at you. "And yet here we are. Talking."

"Don't confuse wanting and needing." You hope that crossing your arms and widening your stance presents a stronger and more imposing appearance. "I'm still waiting for an apology, you know."

When Arlo doesn't give you one, you put your fists up in a fighting stance. "I'll spar you then." Arlo stands there, disbelief written all over his face. A small smirk appears in his mouth, and you can't help but be attracted to the way his mouth moves. You also notice the well-manicured goatee he sports, one you hadn't noticed the first time you looked. The more you look, the more attracted you become.

What am I doing? You think, and in response, shake your head to clear it and tighten your fighting stance.

"Are you scared?" The jeer comes out sharper than you expected. But you're on a roll and you can't stop now. "I bet you're scared! That's why you're just standing there, unwilling to fight me! You're scared to fight the-"

"-The strongest woman in Barnarock?" Arlo cuts you off, and you snap your head up, wondering how he knew- "Your 'title'? Wuwa told us all about your prior accomplishments at the Round Table last night." The word 'title' is heavily laced with sarcasm. "I know all about you. But trust me when I say that your efforts will be fruitless. I don't make it a habit of sparring people who aren't the same level as me." He finishes.

You're not the kind of person to let your honor go mocked, so you hit Arlo as hard as you can in the chest. You manage to get in a couple of punches before Arlo lashes out with a single punch to your jaw. You go down in an instant, the air completely knocked out of you as you hit the cobblestones. You lay there, starting up at the bluest sky you've ever seen, white spots fading in and out of your vision. Arlo appears over you, not offering his hand this time.

"I don't lose," he simply says before he walks off down the street, leaving you there to collect yourself. Two little girls over by a set of swings giggle at you behind their hands. They scamper away behind a tree when they notice you looking at them. You stick your tongue out at them as they disappear, sitting up and rubbing the back of your head as you do.

You watch Arlo walk up the stairs, heading further into town. He's got a slight swagger when he walks, and his hair swishes back and forth in the wind just so, and you can just imagine the hands that just knocked you down wrapped around yours as you stroll through town-

You're so screwed now. Ugh.

[2twisted4colourtv]

Remember in the bts photos from 8x01that Andy just happened to be on set watching.

There he is between Norman and Mel (green shorts!). They are in what looks suspiciously like the alley where spoilers state Caryl are suppose to hug.

Andy was also at the filming of the 7x10 scenes. Andy seems to like watching important Caryl scenes be filmed. I’m just saying…..