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TOTAL DRAMA POKE-TOURNAMENT
ESPAÑOL
¿que pasaria si el universo de drama total se desarrollara en un universo donde hubieran pokemon? ¿y el premio de un millon de dolares (canadienses) fueran acompañados de una copa de campeones del mismo valor que el de un campeon regional? ¡acompañen a estos adolescentes entrenadores pokemon a sobrevivir a este torneo reality conducido por el famoso Chris McClean y su mano derecha Chef Hatchef!
REGLAS:
los participantes en las tres primeras temporadas (isla del drama, luz drama accion y drama total gira mundial) solo pueden usar un maximo de tres pokemon en la fase de equipos y el maximo de seis en la fusion
en la venganza de la isla, todos estrellas e isla pahkitew solo pueden usar dos pokemon como maximo en la fase de equipos, cuatro en la fusion y el maximo de seis en la final
en su spin-off (carrera alucinante) al ser una competencia por equipos solo pueden usar un pokemon por persona
Los campeones son:
Owen
Duncan
Alejandro
Cameron
Mike
y Sky
Chris ironicamente detesta a los pokemon, Chef si tiene al menos uno o dos pokemon
como un extra: Noah, Izzy ,Dawn,Ella y Ennui son los unicos que tienen habilidades fueras del limite humano (Noah y Dawn del tipo psiquico, Izzy del tipo lucha, Ella del tipo hada y Ennui del tipo siniestro)
iENGLISH:
What would happen if the universe of total drama developed in a universe where there were pokemon? And the prize of one million dollars (Canadians) were accompanied by a cup of champions of the same value as that of a regional champion? Accompany these teenage pokemon trainers to survive this reality tournament led by the famous Chris McClean and his right hand man Chef Hatchef!
RULES:
participants in the first three seasons (total drama island, total drama action and total drama world tour) can only use a maximum of three pokemon in the teams phase and a maximum of six in the fusion
in the revenge of the island, all stars and island pahkitew can only use two pokemon at the most in the teams phase, four in the fusion and the maximum of six in the final
in their spin-off (amazing race) being a team competition they can only use one pokemon per person
The champions are:
Owen
Duncan
Alejandro
Cameron
Mike
and Sky
Chris ironically hates pokemon, Chef if he has at least one or two pokemon
as an extra: Noah, Izzy, Dawn, Ella and Ennui are the only ones who have abilities outside the human limit (Noah and Dawn of the psychic type, Izzy of the fighting type, Ella of the fairy type and Ennui of the sinister type)
Yeah so angst for the future😃😭
A Reflective Poem on Mamá Filled with What I Wish I Could Say
TW: Grafic Topics
Growing up is so weird because what do you mean my mother is a bio essentialist.
Granted I should’ve seen that coming with the Wicca stuff and the “divine feminine” and the needing to know all my friend’s bio genders and blatant misogyny to other women but like, I’m trans. She named me Sean because it’s my dead uncle’s middle name. She helped me learn how to dress masculinely. Why is it now I’m getting told to “ditch the facial hair” and that I “shouldn’t start testosterone now” and I “should tone down the eyeliner”.
Mamá you filled my head with stories of you being goth in the 90s and showed me the metal cds you got then. Why can’t I do that? Why do you have to look and me and see nothing but a mess of emotions? Will it still be that way when my voice drops? When my facial hair grows in? When my name is changed? How “inate” are these traits you’ve put on me? And why do you keep them there? You don’t even know who I am and you act like you know everything. You don’t.
Growing up is weird bc what do you mean my mom is a narcissist?
Everyone said my dad was one, and they were right, because I ended up being one too. The all-importance, the thinking you can do no wrong, that masculine snark that everyone takes as confidence, I thought it was his, and it is his, it’s mine. It’s the one connection I still have with my dad, my window of understanding of who he is and was, and why he made those decisions at my age. Why I’m never going to be like him
But Mamá what you have is worse. Your narcissism says you can never be wrong. That I in my 19 years of life can never know as much as you do. But if I told you of the clubs and the drugs and the queers I love and the friendships that I hold dearest to my heart you’d never trust me ever again. The shame you carry with you is harder than any shoe thrown in a frightening joke. Mamá I know you lie about my dead uncle. And I know it’s not on purpose, he was absolutely like me. He partied so hard and loved so feverishly that you didn’t know the full extent until he died. He had to die for you to know him. I know he hid from you the way I hide from you, out of self preservation because your way is the all knowing, the divine, and god forbid you learn the nuance of life
Growing up is weird because what do you mean my mom is bisexual
She told me about it when I was 12 and came out to her. She was the first person to explain trans people to me. Maybe that’s why she hates me being trans, I don’t do it in her definition. I was too young, I was too feminine, and even now the heels and the skirts and the wigs and the endless eyeshadow pallets are a testament to how I’m not the “right kind” of trans. Does she know it’s not because I’m secretly going to “switch back” to being a girl. Does she know that I do drag. Does she know about my three drag dads. Does she know about the trans women I cry to when she says I don’t have my life together. Does she know why.
Mamá I will never tell you why. I will never tell you about being groomed and trafficked and drugged with a fake prescription and doing all the house work for a woman I was terrified of. You met that woman. I said she was my roommate. But even if you knew the truth you wouldn’t have helped me. You would’ve shamed me. That’s all you ever do, that’s all you’re ever filled with, and no matter what happens to me it’s all you have to offer now. The shame for my clothes for my hair for my body if you ever saw it for the parts of me you can’t see and never ever will
Growing up is strange
Because what do you mean my mom is abusive too
She was never supposed to be that
Mamá do you know that I want to die?
Morwen, Feanor y la traición Elfica (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/rZmGEU886U Feanor, un Elfo un tanto peculiar, que tiene un flechazo (nunca mejor dicho), por Morwen, una Drow un tanto bestia, y juntos descubrirán lo que es la traición. "Feanor hizo su paseo matutino cuando de repente vio animales corriendo y oyó un pequeño silbido rozando su oreja, al observar lo que era, vio que se trataba de una flecha, asustado, se da la vuelta y observa a una drow cazando, desde ese entonces supo que la quería volver a ver."
