#Sprint MG

[armed-saphire]

idk why but i just thought mgsv ocelot was unable to run or be really that physically active so when he ran i was so shocked

[archangeldyke-all]

PARAMEDIC SEV MEETING HER WIFE AND SAVIN MG HERRRRRRRREEEEEE

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men and minors dni

you never should've agreed to babysit for silco and vander.

so what if it's their anniversary and they haven't had a dinner date all year. it's their own damn fault for deciding to have four fucking kids. you don't know what you were thinking agreeing to this-- but you're certainly paying the consequences now.

claggor hasn't been too bad-- doing his homework at the counter as you cooked dinner, helping you figure out where they store their spices and pots.

mylo was alright in the beginning, but as the night grew on and he started getting tired, he started getting grumpy and irritable.

jinx is always up to trouble-- she's been trying to trip you up all night, cackling each time you barely muffle a curse as you stumble.

and now, you've caught vi sneaking a girl into her room.

"violet, how do you even have a girlfriend, you're ten!" you shout.

"i'm eleven, and cait's not my girlfriend. she's just my bestie. and we practice kissing with each other sometimes." vi says with a shrug.

"what made you think you could have her over here tonight?!" you ask.

vi shrugs. "she comes over every wednesday, dads just haven't caught her yet."

you groan.

"i-i can leave." the posh girl in front of you offers. you heave a sigh.

"no, stay, i can't let you walk home in the dark. i'll drive you home when the old men get back, alright?"

vi grins and slams the door in your face.

you turn around just in time to dodge a shoe flying down the hall. behind you, it smacks mylo in the back of the head.

"what the fuck!" the boy shouts, turning around with a glare. jinx giggles from the other end of the hall. you want to cry.

"please just go to your rooms." you whine.

mylo just growls, grabbing the nearest small object and flinging it back at jinx.

only-- he's grabbed a letter opener, sitting by a pile of mail.

you gasp as the sharp object goes whizzing by your face-- headed straight to jinx's chest.

and before you know what's happening-- you're reaching out and snatching the object out of the air.

for a second, it's silent-- mylo and jinx both shocked by your quick thinking and the dangerous situation you all narrowly avoided. then, jinx shrieks.

"you just tried to kill me!"

"i thought it was just a pen!" mylo defends. "you threw dad's shoe at my head!"

"it was his house slipper! it barely hurt."

"oh, i'm gonna fuckin' kill y-- you're bleeding." mylo says.

jinx blinks, the argument forgotten as she looks over at you.

it takes you a few moments to realize that the kids are talking to you. you blink down at your hand, gasping when you find it covered in blood, trickling steadily onto the floor.

"oh. shit." you whisper. the pain hits you all at once and you take a sharp breath. "oh shit." you whine.

"w-what do we do?" jinx asks. you walk to the kitchen, mylo and jinx following close behind you, both of them nervous and worried about you.

"gotta run it under some water and see how deep the cut is." you whisper, placing your hand under the running tap.

you and the kids wait anxiously for the water to run clear, but it stays consistently red.

mylo cringes. "i think you cut something important." he mutters.

you gulp, the shock and adrenaline of the injury wearing off, leaving you shaky and very aware of how much blood you're losing.

"should i call dad?" jinx asks softly.

there's a shriek in the hall, and claggor comes sprinting into the kitchen, concern on his face. "what happened?!" he shouts.

you grunt. "i caught a knife."

claggor's eyes only widen more, and then he's pulling out his cellphone. "i'm calling an ambulance."

you, jinx, and mylo groan. "no! there's no need for the fuss." you try to argue.

claggor walks over to the sink, gagging at the sight of your hand. "there's a puddle of blood in the hall! and you're still bleeding!"

"'m fine." you mumble, getting a little dizzy. claggor groans.

"mylo, take her to the couch and lay her down. jinx, call dad."

"y'r a good kid." you mumble, ruffling claggor's hair with your uninjured hand as mylo guides you to the living room.

jinx brings you a glass of water as you wait.

you, jinx, and mylo sit on the couch-- your hand held over a bucket to catch all your blood-- watching claggor pace a hole in the carpet.

vi and her girlfriend only decide to see what the commotion is about when an ambulance pulls up out front.

you feel stupid and overwhelmed and your hand really fucking hurts, but you really don't want to cry in front of all your nieces and nephews.

and then, because the universe hates you, the most attractive woman you've ever seen in your life ends up being your paramedic.

jinx answers the door. you want to die when you see the angel standing on the porch. "someone called about a stabbing?" the woman asks.

you chuckle. "let her in jinx." the woman and her partner walk into silco and vander's home-- her eyebrows raising just a bit at the sight of you and the gaggle of children surrounding her. "not a stabbing. a knife thrown and caught." you say.

"really!?" vi asks, just now catching up on the drama of the night.

"yeah, because mylo tried to fucking kill me!" jinx shouts.

mylo groans. "how many times do i have to tell you i thought it was a pen! and you started it!"

you might actually start crying now. you're in so much pain, you're so overwhelmed, and you probably look gross as hell right now in front of this goddess of a paramedic, who's kneeling in front of you with a concerned look as she gently grabs your wrist.

"ran, why don't you take the kids out to the backyard and play a game? give us a little more space to work in here." the woman says to her partner.

ran grins. "you kids like freeze tag?" they ask.

the kids all burst into excited chatter, following ran out to the back of the house. you sigh in relief.

"thank you."

"i'm guessing they're not your kids?" the woman in front of you asks. you laugh, loud and surprised. you suppose it's better than crying.

"oh, fuck no! i'm their aunt, which i don't usually mind, unless it means i have to fuckin' babysit." you pout. "the tallest girl with the blazer on isn't even theirs. caught her sneakin' in to see the redhead. apparently they're besties who practice kissing." you say with a roll of your eyes.

the woman in front of you laughs. "i had a few of those back in the day." you gulp, your eyes bulging out of your head at her words. she looks back up at you with concern.

"does it hurt?" she asks. you blink, not understanding what she's referencing before you finally remember your hand. the hand she's gently cleaning with alcohol.

"you like women?" you ask miserably. the woman in front of you blinks.

"...yes?" she asks. "is that a prob--" you burst into tears before she can continue. "woah-- what, hey! what's happening? does it hurt? are you okay?"

"sorry, sorry!" you cry, waving away her concern and covering your face with a hand. "fuck this is humiliating. ignore me." you cry.

she blinks. "this is the weirdest homophobic reaction i've ever gotten."

you laugh, snot and tears flowing freely as you giggle. "no!" you squeak. "no, that's not-- just fuckin'-- of course you're a hot lesbian. i get all dressed up every weekend and go out lookin' for someone and i get nothing. i cut my fuckin' hand open after chasing kids around all day and the universe sends me the hottest woman i've ever seen. and she's a lesbian. and i'm soaked in sweat and blood and i'm pretty sure i smell like pre-teen armpits." you cry.

the woman in front of you cackles, her pretty silver eyes sparkling as she starts wrapping up your hand. "just a little. but i smell like vomit." she says with a shrug. you giggle and wipe up your tears.

"sorry." you say again. she smiles at you.

"it's okay. you're cute. 'specially now that i know you're into me and not, y'know. a bigot."

you giggle, shaking your head. "don't flirt with me." you scold. the woman beside you laughs.

"you started it!"

"i did not! i was having an emotional breakdown and you were accusing me of homophobia. i don't even know your name!"

"sevika." she says with a sweet smile. "my name's sevika. and, for the record, you're hot soaked in sweat and blood." sevika says with a shrug.

you grin. "do i need stitches?" you ask.

sevika shakes her head no. "it was bleeding a lot, but you didn't cut too deep. just keep the bandages on for a the night and change 'em out tomorrow. you should be healed up in a few days. i'll give you some cream-- if you get infected or irritated, or it doesn't heal; go to the ER."

you nod. "does that mean you're leaving, now?"

she chuckles. "worried about the kids?"

"no, well, now i am now that you mention it." you say. sevika laughs. "i was just..." you trail off.

sevika's just doing her job. she's fucking fantastic at it-- but that's all this is. she kept you talking to keep you distracted, she flirted a bit so the pain wouldn't be so bad, and now she's leaving.

"you were just what?" she asks.

you shrug. "it's inappropriate."

"can't be as bad as the old man who answered his door naked for us earlier today." she says with a shrug. you giggle.

"maybe i could get your number? in case i need help changing the bandages."

sevika grins. "yeah? that's why?" she asks with a raise of her eyebrow.

you giggle and shrug. "and maybe so i can show you how nice i clean up. take you out to dinner as a thank you."

"yeah, alright. i could be into that." sevika agrees.

you grin, then scramble for a piece of paper and a pen, eagerly handing sevika the scrap of paper. she pockets it with a sweet, shy smile.

her and ran take off a few minutes later, and silco and vander get home right after. it takes you an hour to catch them up with the events of the night: informing them of their children's petty feuds, that their daughter has a girlfriend, and that they've got a giant puddle of blood to clean up outside their room. they thank you, and with a promise that you'll never have to babysit again, you finally head home.

it's been a crazy night. you're exhausted. the moment you get home, you crawl in bed, ready for sleep.

but right before you drift off, your phone buzzes.

it's sevika, the hot lesbian.

you grin. another text comes through.

i got this weekend off, wanna treat me to that dinner you were talking about?

you end up staying up the rest of the night, texting the paramedic and giggling like you imagine vi does when she's on the phone with cait.

alright... maybe this night wasn't all that bad...

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[occamstfs]

Marichismo

Allen, a smug engineering student, finds himself seeking shelter from the storm in a museum for Latin American art. By the time it clears up it's safe to say he'll have a more than healthy appreciation for the arts.

Might've gotten away from me a tad but I think it turned out quite well! Latino Race and Cultural change, MG and language change ahead. Also a couple more people have hopped onto my Challenge since I last mentioned it! Otherwise, espero que disfrutes! -Occam

Allen was on a side of the campus he’s never quite made it a point to explore. In undergrad and in his Masters of Engineering program so far there has simply never been a need for him to venture too far from the engineering building or the architecture library. That is until his partner on a superfluous project requested he venture into the no man’s land that holds the campus’ main library, one that runs absolutely rampant with students he sees as far beneath him.

Even worse than simply venturing beyond his comfort zone, as soon as the pair have wrapped up their progress for the day, heading off on their less than merry ways, it begins to rain. As the first raindrops begin to fall, Allen scoffs at himself for being anything less than optimally prepared. Before he’s able to reflect too deeply, the snobbish student clenches his tech-filled book bag to his chest and sprints into the nearest building, apathetic to whatever space he noisily barges into.

Before his eyes can adjust to the dim light of the new space he finds himself in, Allen hears a crack of thunder as the heavens open up behind him. Sighing in relief at successfully staying dry, Allen keeps his guard up, eying the lobby of whatever building this is that he’s never deigned to step into before now. He grimaces as he finds himself in an art museum. He does not like art museums. It’s not so much that Allen sees himself as above fine art, it’s- well no it is that. Immediately, he begins scanning the lobby for a power outlet so he may continue working while he waits out the downpour.

Head shoved under a lobby bench Allen ignores a caution sign as he forces his charger in, causing an inevitable shock that forces out a less than respectful expletive in this place of introspection. He eyes the empty room around him, slightly grinning at just how barren the lobby is. Clearly he’s not the only one apathetic to this nonsense. Shaking his hand to reawaken its nerves, he hears the clicking of footsteps against the gallery floor as a small woman walks around the corner carrying a stack of books that block her view. Allen eyes a handful of escape routes to hide from the older woman before lightning strikes once more and she trips over in shock, dropping her small stack of books, “¡Dios Mio!”

Judgemental asshole Allen may be but heartless he is not. Setting down his bag with a sigh and a roll of the eyes, the student walks over to help the older woman gather herself. Barely avoiding reflexively chiding his elder as he offers her a hand, he helps her up. The attendant pushes a large pair of glasses up her nose and squints at him with a kind smile, “Ah! Gracias, gracias mijo.” She pulls herself up on Allen’s hand and he cringes back as some kind of aftershock of static goes up his arm. Thankfully it doesn’t seem to affect her. Dusting herself off, she does a double take at Allen and adjusts her glasses, “¿Qué te trae aqui hoy, mijo? (What brings you in today dear?)

Allen hesitates, blowing air as he tries to understand why this woman thinks he knows spanish. Scratching the back of his head he finally looks to see the text blazoned across the front desk, El Gustavo Ramirez Museo De Arte Latinoamericano. Putting two and two together as he is ever so proud of doing, Allen immediately apologizes for intruding. “So sorry uh, Ma’am. I didn’t mean to wander into your, uh, space.” gesturing to the woman and the building around him in a manner to distinguish it not so much as beneath him but as an other. Something that is simply a bridge too far for him to gap. “This place isn’t for me so I think I’ll go ahead and step out.” Thunder peels before he can start to gather his things, immediately reminding him why he is in here at all. 

The older woman also relents, switching to English since, despite some instinct saying otherwise, the man before her clearly speaks only english. “Ah don’t you worry yourself mijo. The museum is for all, para todos. Free with your student ID,” she tacks on with a wink. Allen smiles uncomfortably, baring teeth enough that it could be mistaken as a grimace. 

He can’t just tell this old lady that he hasn’t a thought to spare, in his mind: waste, on the collections behind her. Still he doesn’t want to make conversation indefinitely waiting for the storm to clear either. Fearful of the outlet he’s used thus far he convinces himself there must be one hiding somewhere in the exhibition hall. He’ll just pacify her with entry and go find some place in between ostentatious paintings and droll statues to insert himself and get some actual work done.

Producing his ID wordlessly, he hands it to the elderly woman and she quickly shuffles behind her desk to type his name into some registry. Handing it back with a smile she leaves her hand hanging for a shake, “Wonderful to meet you Allan! Soy Lupe Carvajal. But you can call me abuelita, mijo!” Pocketing his ID with a dismissive laugh he notices not that his name is apparently misspelled on his ID card, instead he packs his charger up and shakes Lupe’s hand. “Hah. Uhm, whatever you say Mrs. Carvajal.” Her hand is wrinkled and frail but surprisingly warm, as if his hand were receiving the full body experience of a hug in but a single shake. 

“You know Allan, I must have thought you know spanish because you look quite like my nieto, my grandson.” Allan puffs his cheeks to bite his tongue, holding a picture in his mind of what this granny’s descendants must look like and knowing there’s simply no permutation that lands at himself. She continues, “Es un joven fuerte! Haha!” She does a little bicep pose which allows Allan to understand exactly what she means without her translating. He shyly smiles looking down at his own thin arms and wondering why this lady seems to be mocking him. After doing her bit, Lupe moves to sit at the desk and pulls a book off her stack, “You just let me know if you need anything mijo, si?” Allan nods and reflexively responds, “Si ab- Mrs. Carvajal.”

Odd taste in his mouth at almost calling this random woman grandmas she asked, he shakes it off and wanders into the exhibit hall, decidedly less worried about using her museum’s resources to his own ends. It has probably been over a decade since anyone was able to drag him into an art museum. Even then was he vehemently against wasting his time visiting. He just didn’t get art, and not for not trying. It’s just, aggravating that some people can get so much from some splotches of paint and he just sees a picture on some paper. Feeling himself get riled up he turns to the exhibit hoping for some distraction, which he finds in an elaborate statue of some dog. himself. 

Allan stands beside a huichol coyote covered in beads about two feet high. Spotlighted in the dim gallery he circles it like a predator, inspecting the bright beaded beast from every angle. See this he gets. This took time, this took care. Leaning in close the warmth of the overhead light pleasantly burns the top of his head. Absorbed by the shimmering light off the beads, Allan is unaware as his hair suddenly begins to lengthen. The buzz he has always kept short for sheer manageability begins to curl over his ears, growing warm even quicker as it tints darker. Not quite black but certainly not the blonde shade he was always happy to keep despite his spending as few hours outside as possible.

Before curls can begin to crest over his forehead, his face is not spared the glare of the spotlight. Immediately as his olive eyes glaze over, absorbed into the intricate stitched patterns they begin to stain darker. The jade he has always seen in his own reflection shades darker ever so slightly. Not brown. No he doesn’t have brown eyes, they’re just hazel? His eyebrows match the suddenly darkened hair on his head as he stands staring at the beast. Not expanding to cover more of his face but growing thicker, denser. Almost as if to shade his eyes from the light. His lips thicken as a grin begins to tinge his face. Reaching up Allan feels stubble begin to prickle his chin and upper lip, as if he spent time shaving this morning. 

Allan moans contentedly as he gives in and reaches fully into the spotlight to touch the coyote. Rules and codes of propriety fall to the wayside as he reaches beyond the realm of rationality to touch the statue of the trickster. His hands burn as they tint ever so slightly darker under the glare of the spotlight. As soon as his middle finger feels the warmth of the first bead he recoils in shock. “Q- What?!” He falls onto his ass, no time to inspect his decidedly browner hands as the commotion made immediately summons Abuelita Lupe. The elderly attendant meanders as quickly as she can into the showroom, “¿Qué pasó Alan?” Alan flexes his hand in shock. Whatever just happened it can’t be his fault.  Surely he didn’t just unprompted mess with some artifact on display. “I, um? No sé?” He pauses, unsure of what he just said, nonsense he thinks. “I mean um, I’m not sure?”

Lupe goes to help him up with what little strength she can muster only for him to wave her off, sure that she would only get in the way. He finds standing takes more effort than usual as he does so with a grunt. Nervously patting him on the back, Lupe asks him if he’s alright after the spill, buzzing around him with concerned pleasantries. Alan doesn't quite hear her as he instead inspects his own body. His clothes are tighter. He stretches and pulls at them, presuming them to just be falling weird on him after the fall. But close inspection shows otherwise. Looking at his cardigan it is clearly strained by his chest and stomach. Blushing at the idea he’s put on weight, Alan crosses his arms and notices how snugly his arms fill the sleeves, how his wrists hang out further than they should, not only that but they are unmistakably darker. Not brown, but without a doubt a few shades darker than his usual porcelain tone.

Recovering from being lost in his thoughts he looks to find Lupe staring, “Oh! Lo, uh sorry. Did you uh, ask me something Senora Carvajal?” Looking down at a sharper angle than he did earlier, he sees the abuela looking at his head with a tilt. “Did you do something different with your hair mijo?” eyes narrowing with concern and suspicion he thrusts his hair into his new curls. He immediately gasps in shock before reconsidering. This is how he’s always looked right? 

Thank god his hair is naturally curly so he can just leave them as they fall without much ado. He smiles and shakes his head at Lupe and she nods happily in return. Reaching up she puts her small hand on his bicep and squeezes it, Alan can barely hear her as he is struck with just how powerful his arm seems next to her small hand as she continues, “Well I like it mijo.” With that she aways and leaves Alan be. Having the floor to himself his expression grims as he pulls out his phone to look for a picture of himself. Something is off. His mind tells him everything is normal. When he looks at his hands he sees them as they have always been right? Why would he have a buzz cut when his hair is so naturally nice? Something in his gut screams out that something unnatural is going on. His camera roll should hold proof. Going through his phone he barely holds back a gasp that would surely summon the docent back as he is immediately greeted by a folder of his own nudes.

“Que chingado…” He whispers under his breath as his face burns redder than the scarlet beads on the coyote. He didn’t take these did he? Zooming in he is once more floored to see tattoos on his body. Looking down at his arm he sharply inhales as there's a sting and suddenly his wrist matches the image on his phone. Or no. He’s had that tattoo for years?

 Aghast at himself he still feels he wouldn’t have taken these photos of himself. Vain in many ways, his appearance is not one of them. He wonders if he’s been set up or hacked or something before he reminds himself no one would be able to do so without his knowledge. He’s a pro after all. Mind going to his technical skills, his chest puffs with pride as it grows to match the one he finds in the nudes soft-core and otherwise on his phone. Alan quickly shoves it in his pocket, finding it a much tighter fit than when he retrieved it. 

Looking around nervously, he walks close to the coyote once more. Narrowing his eyes he feels new memories come to mind from his childhood. Memories of hearing story after story of the trickster, he tilts his head as the slightest whiff of something amiss hides behind them. Staring into the eyes of the beast with suspicion the image of reading Greek mythologies by himself fades away to be replaced by his mother telling him stories from her own childhood. The coyote playing tricks and la Llorona terrorizing their little town just to make sure he stays in line. Alan smiles as he shakes out of the reverie, my mom wasn't morena was she? Headache rising as seconds pass standing near the beast he wanders away, muttering to himself without awareness, “didn’t want him in the main hall anyway.”

His hair continues to thicken and curl darker as he moves deeper into the exhibition space. Scratching at his stubble lost in thought he finds it defining itself into a goatee with a matching mustache. His phone still unlocked in his pocket shifts displays his form as he continues to change unawares. He feels himself begin to sweat intensely as his cardigan grows even tighter. His body decides to ramp up his masculinity as he starts to outright swell with muscle. His whole body twitches larger as he briefly recalls Lupe playfully flexing, “un joven fuerte!” He clicks his tongue and grins as he sees his biceps strain his sweater, almost enough to see his button up through the threads. He fights back a smirk feeling his shirt underneath hug the sides of his chest as his soldiers expand. Feeling his thicker pits start to sweat through said shirt and into the jacket he resolves to remove the cardigan.

His struggled grunts echo through the museum space as he struggles to get the cardigan off over his chest. The sound of fabric tearing rips through the room as stitches finally give way down the whole front of the garment, his pecs bursting larger into the open air. The top few buttons of his dress shirt also explode open as he is finally freed from the constricting sweater, “ayy dios- fuck…” He whispers to himself as he appreciates the ice cold air of the museum on his sweaty skin. The white dress shirt may as well be sheer with his sweat soaking it, allowing any gawkers to easily see tattoos running down his arm and the nipples almost poking through the shirt.

Only briefly does he wonder why he’s not self conscious about being exposed in the gallery before he notices a side-exhibition hall. “Ah si, uh. The temporary exhibit,” he whispers dreamily. Keeping quiet as any respectful museum-goer does. Though he doesn’t quite have the bodily awareness to mute his increasingly loud footsteps, each one growing louder as his upper body expands. He looks up to read the title of the exhibit as the sound of his shoulders widen enough to tear the back of his button up. Marichismo: Taking Back Latino Masculinity. He smirks as he finds the idea compelling, he’s uh, not hispanic of course. Nor has he ever been intrigued by ‘art’ in the slightest, he thinks. But something draws him deeper. Something pulls him further. Something in him begs for more.

His pants creak as he crosses the threshold into the new space, his ass expanding beyond the pale. Similarly does his crotch demand both more room and his attention as Arlad is immediately face to face with a deliberately provocative statue. The blush burning his face is just as soon hidden as his tan grows darker as he’s overwhelmed by everything in front of him. It’s as if Tom of Finland were Chicano. Bulges beyond belief force their way out at every angle. Rigid thick mustaches hang stoic on every face as Arlad feels his own stubble grow darker, thicker, itchier.

The student is torn between instincts, just as he feels increasingly torn between two worlds. His body continues ballooning and his shirt bursts clean off, buttons scatter to the floor and sharp tears launch down his arms. He can’t help but hungrily scan the floorspace as the bright lights bore into him, exposing him as if he were a piece of art on display. He looks down just in time to see his cock burst large enough to blow his zipper out which only addles his mind further, “Tal vez, just a minute…” He wanders into the exhibit hall proper as his eyes finally make the jump into a rich chocolate brown. He trips over his feet, gasping as he feels them stuffed uncomfortably tight in his oxfords before kicking off the shoes altogether. Just as soon do his pants rip off and he is left almost entirely nude in this exhibit hall.

His mouth hangs open as his cock acts almost like a dowsing rod in between pieces. The language in which Arcad thinks rapidly begins to change altogether, already a bilingual medley, with each starved look at photographed vaqueros or bulge forward paintings does English drift farther away. Maintaining fluency in both of course, the man would never let that tongue take predominance over that of his madre y su madre before her. His pecs pump even larger with pride as thick curls begin itching up from his crotch. He scratches at his stomach as he smirks at his body finally getting on brand. This whole show is about displaying masculinity and he needs to be the apex. He needs…

Arcad twitches as these definitive thoughts cut through the fog in which he has been going about. Why does he care so much about this place? He doesn’t like art. Certainly not this uh smut. He twitches as he argues that being provocative is the point, sexualization of the male form is the point. Why could he know that? How does he know anything about this exhibit? Looking around at the photographs he sees men who are almost a parody of masculinity. Fighting back the overwhelming pervasive horniness issuing forth from balls bulging larger he takes a deep breath and ignores the temple to the male form around him. 

It’s impossible for him to notice as his thoughts crest fully into español. After all it simply is the language in which he has always thought, no matter what his teachers demand of him. Back to the matter at hand he is struck with the urge to create. Mierda- this exhibition really inspired him, he should really write an essay about this. Or, no. He moans and clutches at his temples as the shining lights out of sight gleam even brighter, sparkling off his sweaty muscled form as he’s racked with the pain of opposing realities. No, that isn’t right. He doesn’t do essays anymore. That’s not how he creates. 

Memories of long hours at the lab and in dark rooms sitting at a keyboard dissipate. Haughty superiority over fields and forms he deems insignificant thankfully blast away as images of the photographs and artworks around him come to mind with an ease that makes him uneasy. Creeping in from the edges of his lived memory are other exhibits, many that he has visited, some that he has put on of his own accord. 

Tattoos continue to drip down his arm as his treasure trail rushes onto his chest, blooming out to cover his pecs. The space in between his mustache and goatee is quickly filled, as are the entirety of his cheeks as his eyes shut even tighter. Independent muscle groups twitch as his body struggles to forge him even larger, to be more. The lengthy curls on his head fall away as his head returns to a buzz cut, this time black as the night. This time impossibly deliberate. 

Arcadio buzzed it himself, he loved his curls. But he knew for this exhibition he had to sacrifice. Anything for his art. The phrase burns across his mind, Marichismo. It, it was his exhibition. Arcadio opens his eyes to find himself standing across from an oppressive statue staring down at him in disdain. His blood boils as his fight or flight activates. Though staying strong he just clenches his fist as his body bulges larger one last time. “Papa.” He made that statue, he isn’t about to be shoved around by his own art. The feeling of confidence filling him at standing up against the domineering statue is more than he could have held within him as Allan. Reverbs of confidence go through his psyche as he finally gets it. Turning around the confidence that fills him rapidly dissipates as he sees a man posing like a dog.

He exercised complete creative control of the exhibition, but did he take this? Memories of being behind the lens of the camera dance through his mind for most of the images, this one seems obscured. He ignores the cold sudden sting of a nose ring as he leans in close to inspect it, smirking all the while. Who’d he get to model this? Looking at the jockstrap he nods approvingly, mierda it is certainly hot though. His underwear stretches to its absolute limit as he forces his large hand down to paw his cock at the image. Looking down at his hairy forearm he gasps as he sees the tattoo on his forearm perfectly matches that of the model. 

At that moment his underwear burst free from his body and he suddenly realizes that being nude in this space is far worse a breach of etiquette than touching that coyote. Arcadio sprints to his bag and digs around for anything he could possibly use to hide his still bulging cock at half mast. “¡Gracias a dios!” he whispers under his breath as he wraps a towel around his waist, perfectly mimicking a photograph behind him. He smirks at the man thinking how proud Jose will be when he gets to see himself on a gallery wall. Arcadio grunts and clenches his head as memories of the man ahead of him fill his mind. Lightheaded he leans against the wall grimacing as he leads a sweaty handprint on the pristine white wall.

Turning around seeing the exhibit hall as a whole he almost falls over with a rush of memories. Advanced math and the life he once lived as Allan are dust in the wind as his childhood growing up the son of first generation immigrants in San Antonio rises to take their place. Living alone with his mother before his abuela moved up from Mexico to help raise him as if he were her son. Understanding himself and the world around him as he discovered who he was and what he had to do. Finally achieving success, winning grants, booking galleries as an artist. Not too bad for a maricon eh? He winks at the statue of his father, smirking as he feels his power as a man and artist grow.

Looking down at some engineering homework scattered from his bag the last pangs of a headache buzzes through him before he shakes his head and the work is gone. The last shreds of a life he once lived dissipate. Walking out into the lobby he sees his abuelita. She smiles at the massive man before adjusting her glasses and shouting out, “¡Ay! ¿Qué estás haciendo? ¡Ponte algo de ropa! (What are you doing! Put some clothes on!)” Arcadio laughs and waves her off, knowing the museum is closed while he preps his exhibition for opening tomorrow. 

His new voice is rich on his tongue as he speaks up, “Espero que les guste. La universidad no sabe lo que pagaron ¡ja! (Hope they like it. The uni doesn’t know what they paid for ha!)” His abuelita clicks her tongue, she loves her grandson more than the world but boy if he hasn’t made her old beyond her years. She digs through the lost and found next to her for something that might fit her larger than life grandson and throws it at him. The man laughs and his abuelita can’t help but join in the reverie. She wouldn’t dream of going through his exhibit- que obsceno, que cachondo! But he could do no real wrong in her eyes. So far he’s blown her expectations out of the water with his success and she can’t wait to see what Arcadio gets up to next.

[httpsobi]

YOU...YOU CAN DO THAT? “a green lantern x team"

WARNINGS/TAGS + sfw, they/them (gender neutral) reader addressed as green lantern (the creative streak continues), no beta we die like jason todd, canon-typical violence (not heavily detailed).

A/N + for @noom147 , thank you for your request! i lost the ask (AGAIN) because i can't post from where i am rn and tried to be smart about it (AGAINN) so yeah. i hope you enjoy it despite the fact that it was written at the ass crack of dawn and i was DEFINITELY not falling asleep ❤️. anyways enough yapping, ENJOYYYYY.

REQUEST + "TBA"

ROB & KF What's worse than one idiot walking into the headquarters of a cult that's known for offering human sacrifices to their weird leader?

Two idiots walking into the headquarters of a cult that's known for offering human sacrifices to their weird leader.

And for turning his/her/their back on the two idiots for just 10 seconds- Green Lantern might just be the biggest idiot of all.

He/she/they are sprinting down the dingy halls of the old temple, deaf to all other sounds other than the weird speech some old guy is giving (and their raging heartbeat).

The speech started off as nothing more than a faint murmur, like your next-door neighbour’s TV that you can just make out; but as he/she/they dash towards the room at the end of the hall (shoving their way through whatever random members straggle along the halls) it's getting louder and louder.

Behind the closed door, an undercover Robin and Kid Flash are trapped inside a glass box (that looks nothing short of a Jigsaw trap), staring at the old man who’s back is turned to them.

"But do not fret." The man sighs wistfully, turning on his heels to approach the glass box currently holding Robin and Kid Flash. He takes a second to take them in, before he’s turning to the console on his right and pressing a button.

With a soft click, water starts rushing up from the cracks of the floor under their feet.

"Your sacrifice will not be in vain."

Yet before Robin and Kid Flash can even start to panic, the doors are swinging open, and a (extremely dishevelled) undercover Green Lantern is marching towards the cultists with a glowing bat in their hands.

The cultist turns around, nearly jumping out of his skin at the teenager with the glowing bat being swung over his/her/their shoulder.

"How did you-!"

Thunk!

The pair blink at the heaving Green Lantern.

He/she/they are too busy staring down at the unconscious man to make sure he stays down, all while catching his/her/their breath. The energy used to construct the bat slowly starts to disintegrate in his/her/their hands.

KF whistles, and that seems to get him/her/them out of his/her/their trance and moving up to the console to press a couple buttons.

A couple clicks later, and the water starts draining itself, and the ceiling of the box lifts open, and that's all it takes for Green Lantern to hunch over the console to continue catching his/her/their breath.

"Now we know if we ever need a batter-" Robin starts.

"Shut the fuck up." He/she/they wheeze, glaring at the two boys who've finally made their way out the box.

"I... have never... in my life... ever ran that fast... all... because of you... idiots."

Kid Flash blinks at them. "...At least you have a great swing."

"Shut it."

AQ, MG & SUP "M'gann!"

Green Lantern can hear Superboy's voice echo across the warehouse, and the worry in his call is enough to send him/her/them flying towards them, noting the heat radiating from their side of the warehouse as he/she/they approach.

"Is she okay?" Green Lantern yells, dropping down from the air to meet them.

Miss Martian's out cold in Superboy's arms, sweat lining her brow and she's frowning even in her unconscious state. Aqualad's not doing much better either, sat against the wall and his breathing's laboured as he looks up at him/her/them with an unfocused look.

"Miss Martian and I are at our limits- the heat is far too much for us." He mutters as Green Lantern's pulling him to his feet.

"I can't blame you- why is it so hot here anyway?"

There's a sudden sound of metal, and the two standing members are whipping around to stare at a dishevelled, angry mobster who's staring them down with a wide grin.

In his hands, is possible the largest flamethrower he/she/they have ever seen.

"That'll do it."

He's got them cornered, and with one member down and their leader following suit, there's not much they can do.

"I got this." Superboy growls, about to set Miss Martian down before Green Lantern's taking a step away from the group and towards the mobster.

"Screw that- get behind me!"

Green Lantern is bracing him/her/themselves, his/her/their right fist extended and his/her/their left hand at their wrist to support his/her/their arm up as the crazed gangster cocks the oversized flamethrower onto his hip.

He/she/they can see the coil in the barrel of the flamethrower burn a bright orange just before-

...

There's a horrible smell of burnt metal and the sudden silence in the warehouse, and by the large cloud of blackened smoke, the man drops his weapon with a satisfied hum.

But just as he's about to turn around, the smoke clears, and his smile drops.

A green bubble surrounds the four teens, and he can just make out Green Lantern's smirk past the blinding glow of his/her/their ring.

ART

"Crap." Artemis mumbles to herself, looking over her shoulder to her suddenly empty quiver.

Damn-it, she could've sworn she still had at least 5 more left-

She yelps as a large crystal shard lands a hair past her ear, and she's frantically ducking down and crawling towards a nearby truck.

Reaching a hand to her in-ear, she's finds herself with no choice but to call for help.

"I need-!"

Artemis finds herself blinking at Green Lantern, who's staring back at her from where he/she/they are floating in the air.

"What are you doing here?" She asks.

"Was passing through the area when I heard reports of Icicle Jr attacking. Figured I'd check it out." Green Lantern shrugs. "Need help?"

"Something like that." She sighs. "I'm out of arrows."

Green Lantern tilts his/her/their head at her.

"You're out? Already?"

"Yeah." Artemis grumbles from where she's crouched, "I could've sworn I had more-"

"Don't worry, I got this." Green Lantern smiles brightly, offering her a thumbs up.

...

"Don't tell me you chickened out already!" Icicle Jr. laughs, making his way down the now empty street. "I was just starting to have fun."

"Hey you!"

Icicle Jr whips around, immediately throwing out a shard that Green Lantern blocks easily with an easy wall construct. As he/she/they drop the construct and lets the ice crash to the floor, the two stare each other down for a moment.

"Who the hell are you?" The criminal frowns, tilting his head at the flying teen. "Ain't never seen you 'round here before. Didn't realise even the Lanterns have a sidekick."

He/she/they smile at him, but it's not the cheery, light-hearted smile that Artemis got.

No, it's a smile that has her shivering slightly from where she's hiding- the customer service smile that a cashier gives when they're a second away from jumping across the counter and bash someone's head in.

Artemis is only proving right when his/her/their ring starts to glow, and she watches as what looks like a literal (not actually- it's still made from energy) bazooka assembles in his/her/their hands. Its weight is heavy, evident by the fact that they drop slightly in the air as they place it over their shoulder, and its clear even Icicle Jr. is unsettled.

"Because they don't have a sidekick." He/she/they explain with that creepy smile still painted on their face.

"I'm just the cool one."

all work n' writing is work of @httpsobi. i ask you please do not copy, rewrite, translate or post on other platforms without my consent.

[ettawritesnstudies]

I finished Runaways but I scheduled my Livestream for next week!

Context:

I'm going to make the anthology one way or another to launch with the book, this is just a matter of prioritizing. It'll involve editing the current Kofi stories, writing some new ones, and making supplemental content.

I have 0 thoughts for Inklings currently but it's coming up soon so I should probably figure that out.

End of the Road is a NA paranormal coming of age story about one way road trips, grief, and ghosts. Could be published after runaways because they have a folklore/supernatural element connecting them. Capitalizes on the 20something angst.

Vilotta's Adventure is a MG historical fiction set in Renaissance Italy following a princess who apprentices with Leonardo da Vinci when he comes to her parents court to paint a portrait of her mother. She gets to be an inventor, has a series of misadventures, and learns about friendship along the way. Could be published after Runaways because they're both MG, bonus points for Educational Content™. Rewrite of the first novel I ever wrote so it's not going anywhere.

Art stream: I'd still do 25 minute sprints w/ no talking and just art on screen so you can write without distractions or I show you my progress during breaks. Motive: I miss drawing and my brain hurts.

[readsofawe]

Announcing #ReadsOfAwe 2023! I cannot express how excited I am!

FAQ below:

When is it? Sunset 9/15 to sunset 9/25, from the beginning of Rosh HaShanah to the end of Yom Kippur, also called the Days of Awe (hence the name) Who can participate? Anyone! Jews, non-Jews, big readers, one-book-a-year types, and anyone in between.

What’s the goal? To celebrate Jewish stories during this holiday season! And to encourage folks to read a little bit more. If you would normally read nothing this week, pick up a short story or a poem! If you would normally read one book, try for two. If you would normally read five, try for seven! The hope is that, no matter your reading speed, interests, or knowledge base, there’s a way for you to participate and honor Jewish writing.

What is a "Jewish book"? Now that's a question! For our purposes, we'll define it pretty broadly: anything with a Jewish author, themes, and/or characters. Feel free to engage in heated debate in the comments about what counts!

How do I participate? There's a ton of ways! 🍎 Read Jewish books! You don't even have to tell anyone about it :) 📚 Follow the prompts on the bingo card, and post how many squares you fill 🍎 Share your TBR, reviews, and book photos on Instagram, Tumblr, Facebook, and/or Twitter with the hashtag #readsofawe

📚 Pick up our Buddy Read, The Ghosts of Rose Hill by R.M. Romero, and share your thoughts 🍎 Join our live reading sprints!

What’s the deal with the bingo board? It’s a fun challenge to encourage people to read widely within Jewish literature! Download or screenshot the board and mark off squares when you get them. Feel free to use one book per square OR mark as many squares as apply to each book! Go for a single square, a bingo, a blackout, or just a random pattern! And don’t forget to post your marked-up board when the readathon is over.

What’s a Buddy Read? Everybody who wants to reads the same book—in this case, The Ghosts of Rose Hill by R.M. Romero—and we talk about it! There will be a live discussion on 9/27, and you can also post your thoughts and feelings as you read with the same hashtag, #ReadsOfAwe

What are Reading Sprints? When we all read together on a livestream. Usually they will use the Pomodoro method: 30 minutes of reading, 15 minutes of chitchat, then reading again. Come hang out, it’ll be fun!

What is frum representation? The word frum (literally pious) refers to a variety of Jewish practices and religious movements that prioritize certain kinds of observance—most visibly, modest dress, eating Kosher, and avoiding all work on Shabbat and holidays. For our purposes, frum rep includes characters who are Orthodox, Chabad, or Haredi, or are from historical contexts where those labels don’t apply but their style of observance is similar.

What are MG and YA? MG is Middle Grade—so, books aimed at 8-13 year olds. Think Percy Jackson. Similarly, YA is Young Adult—books aimed at 14-18 year olds. Think The Hunger Games.

What is a TBR? The acronym TBR stands for “To Be Read.” Those are the books you’re planning on reading in a certain period of time—in this case, during the Days of Awe!

If you've got additional questions, feel free to reach out!

[healthyswimmings-blog]

Kafeinin Sporcu Performansı Üzerinde ki Etkisi

Kafein, günlük hayatımızda sıkça tükettiğimiz bir uyarıcıdır ve sporcular için performans artırıcı bir madde olarak da öne çıkmaktadır. Peki, kafein spor performansını nasıl etkiler? Hangi dozlarda tüketilmeli ve her spor dalında aynı etkiyi gösterir mi? Bu yazıda, kafeinin sporla olan bağını bilimsel veriler ışığında ele alacağız.

Kafein Nedir?

Kafein, doğal olarak kahve çekirdeklerinde, çay yapraklarında, kakao çekirdeklerinde ve bazı bitkilerde bulunan bir alkaloiddir. Merkezi sinir sistemini uyararak yorgunluk hissini azaltır ve odaklanmayı artırır.

Kafein, enerji içecekleri, kahve, çay, çikolata ve bazı sporcu takviyelerinde bulunur. Özellikle sporcular arasında antrenman öncesi enerji artışı sağlamak amacıyla tercih edilir.

Kafeinin Spor Performansı Üzerindeki Etkileri

Bilimsel çalışmalar, kafeinin birçok spor dalında performans artırıcı etkiler gösterebileceğini ortaya koymuştur. Ancak bu etkiler bireyden bireye değişebilir.

1. Dayanıklılığı Artırır

Kafein, uzun süreli dayanıklılık gerektiren spor dallarında (örneğin maraton koşusu, bisiklet ve yüzme gibi) kasların glikojen depolarını korumasına yardımcı olur. Vücut, enerji kaynağı olarak yağları daha fazla kullanır ve böylece sporcu daha uzun süre yorulmadan egzersiz yapabilir.

2. Güç ve Patlayıcı Kuvveti Artırır

Kısa süreli ve yüksek yoğunluklu egzersizlerde (halter, sprint, yüzmede çıkışlar vb.) kafein, kaslardaki kalsiyum salınımını artırarak kas kasılma gücünü artırabilir. Bu sayede sporcu, daha yüksek kuvvet üretebilir.

3. Odaklanmayı ve Reaksiyon Süresini İyileştirir

Kafein, beyne olan kan akışını artırarak dikkat ve odaklanmayı geliştirir. Bu da özellikle takım sporları ve motor becerilerin önemli olduğu sporlarda (örneğin yüzme dönüşleri, futbol pasları, tenis vuruşları) daha hızlı karar vermeyi sağlar.

4. Yorgunluk Hissini Azaltır

Kafein, merkezi sinir sistemini uyararak yorgunluk hissini baskılar. Antrenman sırasında veya yarış esnasında sporcular kendilerini daha enerjik hisseder ve daha uzun süre yüksek performans gösterebilirler.

5. Yağ Yakımına Katkı Sağlar

Kafein, metabolizmayı hızlandırarak yağ yakımını artırır. Bu özellik, kilo kontrolü sağlamak isteyen sporcular için avantaj sağlar.

Kafeinin Doğru Kullanımı ve Dozajı

Kafeinin etkili ve güvenli bir şekilde kullanılması için doğru dozun belirlenmesi önemlidir. Genel olarak önerilen miktarlar:

• Düşük doz: 1-3 mg/kg (hafif uyarıcı etki)

• Orta doz: 3-6 mg/kg (performans artırıcı etki)

• Yüksek doz: 6 mg/kg ve üzeri (yan etkiler artabilir)

Örneğin, 70 kg ağırlığında bir sporcu için ideal doz 210-420 mg arasında olabilir. Bir fincan kahvede ortalama 80-100 mg kafein bulunur, dolayısıyla 2-4 fincan kahve bu aralığa denk gelir.

Ancak, herkesin kafeine verdiği tepki farklıdır. Bazı kişiler düşük dozlarda bile çarpıntı, mide rahatsızlığı veya uykusuzluk yaşayabilir.

Kafeinin Yan Etkileri ve Dikkat Edilmesi Gerekenler

Kafein fazla alındığında bazı olumsuz etkilere yol açabilir:

• Kalp çarpıntısı

• Uykusuzluk

• Sindirim sistemi rahatsızlıkları

• Su kaybı (dehidrasyon)

• Kaygı ve sinirlilik hali

Bu yüzden, özellikle yarış veya antrenman günlerinde kafein kullanımını önceden denemek ve vücudun verdiği tepkiyi gözlemlemek önemlidir.

Hangi Spor Dallarında Daha Etkili?

Kafein, özellikle aşağıdaki spor dallarında daha belirgin faydalar sağlayabilir:

• Dayanıklılık sporları: Maraton, triatlon, bisiklet, yüzme

• Güç ve patlayıcı kuvvet gerektiren sporlar: Halter, sprint koşuları, yüzmede patlayıcı çıkışlar

• Odaklanma gerektiren sporlar: Basketbol, futbol, tenis

Ancak, spor dalına bağlı olarak etkiler değişebilir ve her sporcunun bireysel tepkisi farklı olabilir.

Sonuç: Kafein ve Sporun Dengeli Uyumu

Kafein, doğru dozda kullanıldığında sporcular için önemli bir destekleyici olabilir. Dayanıklılığı artırması, kas gücünü desteklemesi ve odaklanmayı geliştirmesi gibi avantajları ile birçok spor dalında fayda sağlar. Ancak, doz aşımı durumunda olumsuz etkiler yaratabileceği için dikkatli kullanılmalıdır.

Eğer bir sporcu olarak kafein tüketmeyi düşünüyorsanız, öncelikle küçük dozlarla başlayarak vücudunuzun verdiği tepkiyi gözlemleyin ve antrenman programınıza uygun şekilde planlayın. Unutmayın, her şeyde olduğu gibi kafeinde de denge en önemli faktördür!

[groovesnjams]

gRooVES 'n JaMs S. O. T. Y. 2024

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"oh, Mr DJ!!!" by Shelhiel

DV:

Although I listened to way less dance music this year than in the past few, and if I'm being totally honest didn't even make it until after midnight most nights, I did still dream about the club. And those dreams were naturally soundtracked by "oh Mr DJ!!!", the year's best ode to working it out on the dancefloor. What else could it be? Here, Shelhiel is both the dancer requesting their favorite song, and the one who's curious but happy to go wherever the DJ takes them, and the DJ who gets to decide what they're about to drop. Most people couldn't manage two of those at the same time, but Shelhiel makes multitasking seem not just possible but obvious, even necessary. "oh, Mr DJ!!!" bangs hard enough that there's no way to argue against it. And after a year where my late nights were few and far between I have to agree: if I'm going out, why not do it all?

MG:

Black Eyed Peas as virtuosos: production. Black Eyed Peas as clowns: bars about leprechauns. By dividing the best of their work from the worst, Shelhiel presents the audience with a guilt-free taste of some of the best the aughts had to offer. On "oh Mr DJ!!!" the sexy robotics run wild, the clicks and glitches make it sound like the singularity will take place on the dancefloor, and the effervescence is so extreme it might run on Red Bull. Since the trance revival I've felt a frisson in dance music, a pull between the erudite, dance in your brain types and the crowd that times their mixes to the length of the average treadmill sprint. What "oh Mr DJ!!!" offers is a peaceable fork in the road, a banger for both sides.

[im-a-simp898]

A day in the life of a Sigma Male

2:00 🇺🇸🔂🏢 am - Wake ⏰ up ☝

2.05 am - Cold ❄ shower 🚿

2.15 am - breakfast 🥓🍳, almonds 🍼, breast 🏀 milk 🍼 bought 💲 off 📴🥜 Facebook 😀📕, 50 💰 mg 😱 adderall 💊

2:30 ⬆ am - begin 🔘 workout 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♀️❤, incline 😉 bench 🗂 2 🕝 plates,12x12 with 30 📅 seconds 🥈 of rest 😪, no 😣 warmup.

2:45 am - edging 💉, 4 💦 hours 🕐👌🏻😏 (for discipline 🥋)

6:45 am - cold 🥶❄ shower 🚿

7:00 💵💸💰 am - begin 🔘 sprint 🏃🏻 to work 🏢🅰

8:00 😎💯 am - arrive 🎅 at work 💼

8:05 am - get 🉐 called ☁ into boss' 🕴 office 🏢🗄📠

8:06 am - get 🉐🇮🇹 fired 🔥 from job 💼 for "repeated 🔄 inappropriate 🔞 comments 📄" and "predatory behaviour 🔼"

8:10 🕥🕦 am - sprint 🏃🏻 back ⬅ home 🏡

9:10 📈 am - lunch-raw cod 👨‍💻, berries 🍓 foraged on 🔛 the way ↕ home 🏡, small 👌 pebbles 🕳😒 (for digestion 💦😍), 50mg of adderal

9:10 📈 am - edging 💉 (as punishment 🙄)

3:00 💯 pm ⏱🌃💤 - bed 🛏 time ⏰.

wha 😭😭😭

[eliorosb3rg]

cars i want to fuck based on very little reason other than vibes

lotus elan sprint, specifically in piss yellow

'77 MG MGB saw one in real life recently, definite shag

Aston Martin V8 Vantage in white, any aston martin is a smash for me but Her specifically <33 also iirc was one tenth of a second quicker 0-60 than a daytona so slay

Ferrari Dino 308 GT4... yeah, sexy idk what else to say

Datsun Sunny B210, i just think shes pretty also im just interested in how this third adaptation was popular due to it being made during the oil crisis in 73

Honorable mentions: Daytona Spyder, Lancer evo (any edition tbh), Porsche 911T targa top

[goodverbsonly]

STAR WARS PHASE I: THE OLD REPUBLIC

Dawn of the Jedi: Into the Void - Tim Lennon (before 25000 BBY)

Lost Tribes of the Sith - John Jackson Miller (between 5000-3000 BBY)

The Old Republic: Revan - Drew Karpyshyn (before 3500 BBY)

The Old Republic: Deceived - Paul S Kemp (before 3500 BBY)

Red Harvest - Joe Schrieber (before 3500 BBY)

The Old Republic: Fatal Alliances - Sean Williams (before 3500 BBY)

The Old Republic: Annihilation - Drew Karpyshyn (before 3500 BBY)

Knight Errant - John Jackson Miller (circa 1000 BBY)

Darth Bane: Path of Destruction - Drew Karpyshyn (circa 1000 BBY)

Darth Bane: Rule of Two - Drew Karpyshyn (circa 1000 BBY)

Darth Bane: Dynasty of Evil - Drew Karpyshyn (circa 980 BBY)

The High Republic: Convergence - Zoraida Córdova (circa 382 BBY)

The High Republic: Quest for the Hidden City - George Mann (circa 382 BBY)

The High Republic: Path of Deceit - Tessa Gratton & Justina Ireland (circa 382 BBY)

The High Republic: Battle of Jedha - George Mann (circa 382 BBY)

The High Republic: Cataclysm - Lydia Kang (circa 382 BBY)

The High Republic: Path of Vengeance- Cavan Scott (circa 382 BBY)

The High Republic: Quest for Planet X - Tessa Gratton (382 BBY)

The High Republic: Into the Dark - Claudia Gray (circa 232 BBY)

The High Republic: Light of the Jedi - Charles Soule (circa 232 BBY)

The High Republic: Test of Courage - Justine Ireland

The High Republic: The Rising Storm - Cavan Scott (circa 231 BBY)

The High Republic: Race to Crashpoint Tower - Daniel José Older (231 BBY)

The High Republic: Out of the Shaddows -Justina Ireland (circa 231 BBY)

The High Republic: Tempest Runner - Cavan Scott (circa 231BBY)

The High Republic: Mission to Disaster - Justina Ireland (229 BBY)

The High Republic: Midnight Horizon - Daniel José Older (circa 230 BBY)

The High Republic: Fallen Star - Claudia Gray (circa 230 BBY)

The High Republic: The Eye of Darkness - George Mann (circa 229 BBY)

The High Republic: Defy the Storm - Tessa Gratton & Justina Ireland (229 BBY)

The High Republic: Escape from Valo - Daniel José Older & Alyssa Wong (229 BBY)

The High Republic: Temptation of the Force - Tessa Gratton (circa 229 BBY) RELEASE DATE June 11, 2024

The High Republic: Tears of the Nameless - George Mann (circa 299 BBY) RELEASE DATE September 24, 2024

The High Republic: Beware the Nameless - Zoraida Córdova (circa 229 BBY) RELEASE DATE AUGUST 27, 2024 (JR)

The High Republic: Tempest Breaker- Cavan Scott (circa 229 BBY) RELEASE DATE DECEMBER 3 2024

Tales of Enlightenment - George Mann

Starlight Stories - Charles Soules, Cavan Scott, Justina Ireland

Old Republic Stuff SOO intent on making me learn about mandalore. and unfortunately. i am!!! boo!!!!

I like Revan + Scourge!!! cool guys

ohhh the sequels are evil btw.

LotJ is such a difficult book to read bc the Jedi who die at the end of every chapter, lmao but i Loveee thinking about Hyperspace. 6 year old me would be so surprised

FATMAN IS THE NAME OF THE SHIP

NOOOO NOT MANDALOREEE NOT MANDAALOREEE

lol the semi organic droids to protect cynxia are very cool make me sad, AND i like shigar he’s my new bestie

theron is also cool + a whole new appreciation for GRANDMASTER SATEEL SHAN

ZOMBIES

OMG not the random cult and the LEVELER and The Kevmo baby boy babiest of alll baby boys he’s so sweet and earnest and he DIED

ohh btw i like dalien in that i think he is Interesting and i am interested in him. i do not like lanoree in that she has a bad attitude but i do think that’s the point

literally zero things worked for me in out of the shadows while the first YA book had A LOT that worked. go figure.

Pretty much soured on the YA/MG Novels at this point

missing my boy Kevmo, but i think that might have been the excitement of a little jedi

Reath Silas. Sure! i can dig it.

Cohmac Vitus buddy i am COMING FOR YOU. that motherfucker handed his 18 year old padawan his lightsaber and sprinted out of the room. GIRL.

[sunmontuewrites]

WEEKEND LIST

This is an EPIC to-do list... If I can do >75% then I will feel like I've accomplished A LOT. (And aiming for >50% in each section).

Bonus that I am already at home, finished work and I have very little plans (other than some shopping with my best friend) this weekend.

SELF CARE 6%

Facial

Exercise – dance + walk

Pedicure

Shave

Manicure

Spa bath?

Writing sprints x10

SHOPPING (Saturday morning 10am-1pm) 100%

Pak'n'Save - flour, cans of drink

Cracker Jack - tooth brushes, clothes

Warehouse Stationary - slime solution

JayCar - 3V batteries

David's Emporium - Pipe cleaners, foam tape, cardboard straws

KMart - tennis balls

PBTech - headphones

Chemist Warehouse - eye gel, nurofen, Mg tablets, foot mask, wart stuff

HOUSE CHORES 76%

Washing – 14 loads

Change sheets on bed

Kids change their sheets

Cat bowls - get working or add Te Ka to other one

Max's bedroom sorted and organised

Clean CPAP machine

Clean out the fridge

Fold all the washing

TASKS 57%

Figure out slime ratio

Make robot hand example

Update 50 Goals FB page

Do some baking (Banana cake? Brownie? What?)

Menu + diary planning for the week

Work for ~60 minutes (finish newsletter)

Finish cutting quilt for LH

ROOM OF DOOM 0%

Clean windows

Dust window ledges

Organise shelves

Vacuum (needs floor cleared first)

Mop floor (still need the floor cleared!)

Get rid of rug

Dust shelves

10min burst tidy: (or put 20 things away)

 1 – 2 – 3 – 4- 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 – 9 – 10 – 11 – 12

Re-organise and set up as bedroom?

[patricksteel]

Here a List of Mods that are not needing the NVSE(Made for the Epic Store to mod). Some of those Mods are personally tested.

If you install Mods with Vortex Mod manager that do not require the NVSE and you do not have the Script Extender Downloaded on Vortex, than modding is possible (like 50% of Mods)

Too many mods for me to find time to personally test. A Tutorial Video(Youtube) and Showcase of the Mods working here:

https://youtu.be/gHCj6mIJNVQ

I installed all of the tested Mods with the Vortex Mod Manager, make sure that the NVSE is not downloaded or just delete it or you will get an Error text when launching from the Manager

List of Mods who don't need NVSE, Tested by myself:

A World Of Pain (Quest and Adventures)(new Lands, Dungeons, Caves and Locations)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/38719?tab=description

All Someguy2000 Mods(like New Vegas Bounties)(Quest and Adventures)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/users/2159825?tab=user+files

All Millenia Mods(Weapons, like Ak47)

https://www.nexusmods.com/users/431125?tab=user+files&BH=0

Better Game Performance V5

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/51871?tab=description

More Perks

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/35979?tab=posts

The Couriers Cache (Quest and Adventures)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/49531?tab=description

DK Female Face Textures

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/38788

A Better Veronica

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/41617?tab=description

Angelic Veronica

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/45165?tab=description

Beauty Pack PLUS -Project Mikoto- Hair - Eyes - Presets

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/35878?tab=description

Wasteland Flora and Terrain Overhaul

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/39856?tab=files&file_id=1000068193&nmm=1

Autumn Leaves (Quest and Adventures)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/50146?tab=description

Interior Lighting Overhaul

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/35794?tab=description

ELECTRO-CITY - Relighting the Wasteland

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/37908?tab=description

NV Animated EDE Face

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/66625?tab=description

Sprint Mod

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/34943?tab=description

Dramatic Mojave Outpost (Higher Mountains, easy light mod to test if modding works)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/81316?tab=description

Weapon Mods Expanded - WMX

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/39651?tab=description

"Classic Fallout Weapons - New Vegas" (Not sure if it does work, gave me mixed signals)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/37002

List of Mods not tested, no NVSE needed as seen from Requirements(No Red Flags too like a bunch of bug reports or no info/description):

Yukichigai Unofficial Patch - YUP

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/51664

Weapon Animation Replacer WAR

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/38527

Weapon Mesh Improvement Mod

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/65052

Weapon Retexture Project - WRP

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/38285

Asurah Reanimation Pack

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/64339

Enhanced Blood Textures for NV v2_22c

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/34917

WME - Weapon Mod Expansion

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/37576

MTUI (User Interface/UI improvements)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/34902

OJO BUENO Texture Pack

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/39755

Unlimited Companions

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/34870

The N.V. Interiors Project (Buildings)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/43534

MGs Neat Clutter Retextures

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/42551?tab=description

Monster Mod (New Creatures)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/41361

Official Pipboy Readius - New Vegas Edition

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/36646

Fellout NV (Removes the Mexico filter or so)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/34888

aMidianBorn NV Book Of Water (Brotherhood of Steel Testures)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/39873

Beyond Boulder Dome (Quest and Adventures)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/46907

FOOK - New Vegas ( overhaul: many bug fixes, new items, high quality retextures and gameplay features)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/34684

Populated Casinos

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/35369

Fallout - New California (Quest and Adventures)(Started from perssing New Game in Menu!)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/45138

NCR Trooper Overhaul_beta (armors)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/52721

Underground Hideout New Vegas V4-4 (Player Home)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/37884

Improved Robots Textures

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/56759

IMPACT (Weapon Sounds Ballistic VFX overhaul)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/57113

POCO BUENO Texture Pack

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/42028

Uncut Wasteland ( Restores a huge amount of scenery and little random things which were patched out of the game post-release, better PC needed)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/56625

ADAM - A Definitive Armor Mod ( Outcast, Nemesis, NCR Patrol and Trooper armours)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/43192

The New Bison Steve Hotel and Lucky Casino (Quest and Adventures)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/40433

Textures Over Time (Rocks Mountains more)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/41101

Advanced Recon Stealth Armor

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/34683?tab=description

CAGE - Continue After Games Ending

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/42428

Nick Cage Moon (No Requirements info)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/63716

Nicolas Cage NCR flag (Nicolas Cage Republic)(No Requirements info)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/74194?tab=posts

TGs Armor Collection for New Vegas (new armors)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/35740

NCR Rearmament (New armor replacement for NCR forces)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/40139

Improved LOD Noise Texture

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/46451

The Strip Open

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/38056

Realistic Weapons Damages - New Vegas

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/35335

New Vegas Restoration - NVR (A Strip with less Trash on the ground)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/35100

Fallout New Vegas Redesigned 2 - Open Source (Hair and Face Modules)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/39218

Reinforced Chinese Stealth Suit - NV v2dot2

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/35130

Hall Of Equipment (Textures)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/44879

Mobile Truck Base

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/50978?tab=description

Delilah- Mojave MD (Female Companion voiced)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/50641

Gas Masks of the World

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/49475

FNV Project Reality MkI (Weather, lighting, visual effects and immersion features)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/42180

Mojave Raiders (Overhaul of New Vegas's raider factions, balancing their loot and adding more of them to fight)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/64660

Run The Lucky 38

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/40531

For the Enclave

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/39531

Sunny Smiles Companion (Could not test it, killed her...)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/37281

WARZONES - now with ADJUSTABLE SPAWNS (Big Human Battles

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/40980

Realistic Headshots

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/35037

List of Mods copied from my Reddit Post as a save file, links plus maybe more people testing mods here on Reddit

https://www.reddit.com/r/falloutnewvegas/comments/13wmq56/fallout_new_vegas_epic_store_mods_list_that_do/

[sunmoonjune]

OKAY I WENT TO SLEEP WITH A SMILE N WOKE UP WITH A GIGGLE N WNET ABOUT WORK WITH A SKIP AND DROVE HOME W A LIL CHANT ☺️ bug 🥰 bug 🕺 bug 🙌 bug 💃 bug 🤗 KNOWING LTM HAD BEEN UPDATED HEHE

finally managed to wait until i had finished work to snuggle into bed and read and asdfgh ONE WORD INTO THE CHAPTER AND IM ALR SCREAMING OFC BUGS GONNA REQUEST FOR SAN I-

hj using bug's language to thank wy for bringing them both back home safe bestboi!hongjoong 🫶 and the fact that bug made a sign for 'home' but never drew it again after creating it bc she never had a place to call home but now she's signing it again and again for hj to know what a damn good leader he is hNNG

also sry i know it's a rly cute and touching scene when bug appoints yeosang to five taps but im also cackling imagining her fingers tapping rapid fire like eight times if she keeps naming the rest of ateez the same way HAHAHA bug's hand be like: 🫳👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇 not me quadruple checking i had the correct number of finger emojis

peep the results of moonie's ✨research✨ to describe how san smells im kicking my feet uGH sanbug are FINALLY reunited in the softest way possible 'my san' and 'my bug' PLSSSSS

also HONEY ?? LOVE ?? BABY ?? DARLIGN? ? sWEEt GIRL ? moonie really slapping us left right up down front n back with the pet names. but nothing beats yunho calling bug anything related to little or tiny - im so biased for yunho and size differences 🥹

BUG REMOVING HER MASK AND THE TOWEL THE AMOUNT OF TRUST AND VULNERABILITY SHE IS SHOWING TO YUNHO IM SO PROUD OF HER Omg MG and then THE LAST SENTENCE ???????? THAT AINT FEEDING US BREADCRUMBS TO HER PAST THATS MORE LIKE A WHOLE ASS LOAF OMG i cant wait for you to slowly reveal more and more of bug's history

this whole chapter makes me want to punch a wall and sprint a marathon just so i can feel human again bc im a bumbling soft mess of goo and feels rn nobody touch me 🫠🫣🤧

everybody say 📢thank u moonie📢 for blessing us with such a long chapter and for all your hard work!! okay now excuse me whilst i go and reread ch 1-15 again 🫡

FOWFWIMFOENURG I'M CRYING I love messages like this!!! send me your reviews send me every thought you have about the chapter!!! I love love love it!! <333

hehehehe I too chant bug! bug <33 bug<3 (tbh this is san LMAO)

hongjoong used bug's language talking to wooyoung so instinctually I don't even know if he realized :')) it's just so natural to him now <3 bestboi! hongjoong indeed!! also might I add,,, the fact that yunho taught hongjoong the sign for 'home' even though bug had never used it,,, almost as if he knew that one day she might... :'))

also LMAO yeah I see it xD you really have to pay attention like,,, wait do it again I think I miss counted, how many times was that?? I think after yeosang the names will have different touches since after five it's going to get complicated xD I might throw in some other shapes at some point haha

SANBUG REUNION!!! 'my san' -- 'my bug' I was crying screaming throwing up writing that I swear <33 made myself so emotional I could cry

(also totally irrelevant,,, but I made my mom cry when I was explaining the meaning behind all of the boy's symbols earlier :') I was so excited that I just started talking about them to see if they made sense and seonghwa's made her cry :"D she thought it was so freaking sweet what he said about being reborn as a universe <33 like yeah I'm in love with seonghwa too xD )

the nicknames!! I really said ateez loves bug and what about it?? xD gosh san nearly outright admitted it and bug is like,,, he cares about me??? me?? huh?

bug took off her mask!! for the first time without needing to!! she loves yun so much <33 their trust in each other is insurmountable I swear I'm gonna cry -- the last line tho,, there will be more on that soon too D": it truly was a loaf size breadcrumb of her past, our poor bug <3

I'm so so so happy you enjoyed the chapter!!! thank you so so much my dear <33 I adored your commentary hehe thank you again <33

[healthyhorizon71]

Title: The Powerhouse Within: Understanding Mitochondria and Their Role in Health and Disease

*** For more information click here

Introduction

Imagine tiny engines inside every cell of your body, working nonstop to fuel everything from your morning jog to your ability to solve complex problems. These engines are mitochondria—the unsung heroes of cellular energy production. Beyond generating ATP (adenosine triphosphate), mitochondria influence brain health, immunity, muscle function, and even longevity. Yet, factors like aging, stress, and environmental toxins can impair these powerhouses, leading to fatigue, chronic illness, and cognitive decline. This article dives deep into mitochondrial biology, their impact on health, and actionable strategies to optimize their function. Whether you’re battling low energy or seeking to enhance longevity, unlocking the secrets of mitochondria could transform your well-being.

Mitochondrial Structure and Function: The Energy Production Blueprint

Mitochondria are unique organelles with a double-membrane structure:

Outer Membrane: Acts as a protective barrier.

Inner Membrane: Folded into cristae to maximize surface area for ATP production.

Matrix: Contains enzymes for the Krebs cycle and mitochondrial DNA.

How Mitochondria Produce ATP: A Step-by-Step Guide

Electron Donation: Nutrients (glucose, fats) are broken into NADH and FADH₂, which donate electrons.

Electron Transport Chain (ETC): Electrons move through protein complexes (I-IV), pumping protons into the intermembrane space.

Proton Gradient: The buildup of protons creates an electrochemical gradient.

ATP Synthase Activation: Protons flow back through ATP synthase, converting ADP + phosphate into ATP.

Example: Think of mitochondria as a hydroelectric dam. The proton gradient is like water stored above the dam; as it flows down, it spins turbines (ATP synthase) to generate electricity (ATP).

The Significance of Mitochondria in Overall Health

Mitochondria influence nearly every bodily system:

Energy & Metabolism: Low ATP levels correlate with fatigue, weight gain, and metabolic disorders like diabetes.

Brain Health: Neurons rely on mitochondria to clear toxins like beta-amyloid (linked to Alzheimer’s). A study in Cell Reports found mitochondrial dysfunction in 70% of early-stage Alzheimer’s patients.

Immunity: Immune cells use ATP to identify and destroy pathogens. Chronic fatigue syndrome (CFS), often tied to poor mitochondrial output, leaves individuals vulnerable to infections.

Muscle Performance: Athletes with higher mitochondrial density (e.g., endurance runners) recover faster and resist fatigue.

****For more information click here***

Factors That Damage Mitochondria

Mitochondrial health declines due to:

Toxins:Heavy Metals: Mercury in fish, lead in old paint.Pesticides: Organophosphates in non-organic produce disrupt ETC proteins.

Lifestyle Choices:Sleep deprivation reduces ATP production by 30% (per a 2020 Sleep Medicine study).Sedentary habits decrease mitochondrial density.

Chronic Inflammation: Inflammatory cytokines (e.g., TNF-α) damage mitochondrial DNA.

5 Proven Strategies to Boost Mitochondrial Health

1. Nutrient-Dense Diet

Tip: Prioritize antioxidants (vitamins C, E) to combat free radicals.

Example Foods: Spinach (rich in CoQ10), walnuts (omega-3s), and blueberries (polyphenols).

Guide: Follow a Mediterranean diet—linked to 25% higher mitochondrial efficiency in a BMJ trial.

2. Intermittent Fasting (IF)

Tip: Start with a 12-hour fasting window (7 PM–7 AM).

Science: Fasting triggers mitophagy (clearing damaged mitochondria) and boosts NAD+ levels for repair.

Example Schedule: 16:8 method—eat between 10 AM and 6 PM.

3. High-Intensity Interval Training (HIIT)

Tip: Sprint 30 seconds, rest 1 minute; repeat 8x.

Result: A 2017 study found HIIT increases mitochondrial density by 49% in 6 weeks.

4. Targeted Supplementation

PQQ & CoQ10 Combo:Dosage: 20 mg PQQ + 200 mg CoQ10 daily.Synergy: PQQ stimulates new mitochondria growth, while CoQ10 optimizes ETC function.

Other Key Supplements:Alpha-Lipoic Acid (ALA): Enhances glucose uptake into mitochondria.Magnesium: Cofactor for ATP synthesis.

5. Toxin Avoidance

Guide: Use a HEPA filter to reduce airborne toxins. Swap plastic containers for glass to avoid BPA.

Example: Choose organic produce to lower pesticide exposure by 80%.

Who Needs Mitochondrial Support?

Aging Adults: Mitochondrial output drops 50% by age 70.

Chronic Illness Patients: Diabetes, fibromyalgia, and autoimmune diseases often stem from mitochondrial dysfunction.

Athletes: Enhanced ATP production improves endurance and recovery.

Case Study: A 55-year-old with prediabetes adopted HIIT and PQQ/CoQ10. In 3 months, fasting glucose dropped 20%, and energy levels surged.

**For more information click here**

Conclusion

Mitochondria are the linchpins of vitality, influencing everything from mental clarity to physical stamina. By embracing fasting, exercise, clean eating, and strategic supplementation, you can rejuvenate these cellular powerhouses. Start small—try a 12-hour fast or a 10-minute HIIT session—and track improvements in energy, focus, and resilience. Remember, every cell in your body depends on mitochondrial health; nurturing them is an investment in a vibrant, disease-resistant future.

Final Thought: “To slow aging and prevent disease, focus on the mitochondrion.” — Dr. Bruce Ames, Renowned Biochemist.

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