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Captain Anabolic

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Whumptober 2024 No. 23 - "I'm doing this for you."

06/04/2018

She should have binged the new Love Island season; that would have killed just as many brain cells as this disaster.

After Saskia had unsuccessfully tried for minutes to teach the beginner groping at her how to kiss, she discreetly avoided that clumsy mouth by leaning her head back against the brick wall behind her – rolling her eyes inconspicuously –, to allow the boy to continue his fumbling for the time being. Maybe he was better at that.

And here this whole thing had started so promising ... Only a few guys that age knew how exciting it was for a woman to be pushed against the nearest wall to get started ... But that was pretty much the only positive move Saskia's latest toy had come up with so far.

Still, she wanted to give the guy another chance. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been worth the effort to lure him here to the mansion from the other side of town, even all the way down to the basement, without anyone noticing.

Except for Andréo, of course; Saskia had made very sure, he'd see them. Never let that ass think, Saskia was still pining for him in any way. His upset look alone when the Frost Ltd. football team's Captain, of all people, had dragged Saskia along into the gym, drooling, was worth this somewhat shallow show.

Since the sweaty hands of said captain weren't much good for much more than his mouth though, Saskia decided to take the lead. The boy must be good for something, given his impressive reputation ... With one hand clenching around a bar of the adjacent wall bars and the other pressed against the wall, she pulled herself up in a flash, somersaulting over her rather bewildered-looking lover's head, and strolled toward one of the mat trolleys in the corner with swinging hips, throwing a provocative glance with one eyebrow raised over her shoulder, leisurely pulling down the zipper on the side of her top. “Hey, Mister Anabolic 2018, how about we shake things up a bit?”

“Whatever you got in mind, sweet cheeks,” her enthusiastic partner grinned, also quite busy already, peeling off his clothes. At least the bared sight of this Dorito body was enough to get the adrenaline pumping through Saskia's veins again quickly enough ...

Maybe there was a thing or two she could still teach the guy ... With a scissor jump, she swung herself onto the top mat, not without dropping her skirt to the ground, and crossed her legs, bracing herself back on her hands, lewdly biting her lower lip. She gave this somewhat cognitively limited pretty boy exactly two and a half seconds before he'd have fallen for her all the way. “Come play.”

'Hey, Sassy, kid ...'

Her guy hadn't even made it to the trolley yet, despite his visible haste, when a very familiar voice in her head had Saskia close her eyes in annoyance. Why couldn't you ever get five damn minutes of peace and quiet in this house? Much longer, this equally sobering as necessary interlude here wouldn't take anyway, considering how things were going … Reluctantly, she concentrated on the weak mental connection that had developed between her best friend and her in the course of the years. 'Not now, Red. I'm a little ... busy.'

The silence lasted only a moment, but when you'd been having such telepathic conversations for almost two decades, you noticed even such brief irregularities. Especially when they were becoming more frequent recently. For a split second, Noemi's presence in Saskia's mind felt as if it had just become a few degrees colder in the room – a feeling that Saskia, thanks to her own mutation, actually only knew from stories. Again this anomaly in Noemi's soul, which her friend couldn't explain herself, which she kept on dismissing as a lack of focus, and Saskia had given up after asking twice ... But by now, it was really becoming conspicuous … At least if one would have had more than half a brain cell of attention to spare themselves right now. 'Yep, I know.' As soon as she raised her mental voice again, Noemi, luckily, sounded the same as ever, which, right now mostly meant mild amusement at having interrupted things. 'And so does Dad.'

'Fuck!' Saskia opened her eyes with a startle, forgetting any mother hen instinct towards her best friend for good, for now, and stopped the guy cowering between her legs with a firm grip on his shoulder-length hair in his efforts. Those weren't any more interesting than the ones before anyway.

'You got two minutes, kiddo,' Noemi informed her amicably. 'One if he takes the elevator.'

“Hide, now!“ Saskia jumped down from her little perch with gritted teeth and reached for her skirt.

“Okay…” Her guy scratched his head in confusion. “Not something I'm into usually but …”

“Get in there, move!” Saskia roughly pushed the young man towards the equipment garage. “Unless you want to get castrated by an adamantium claw.”

“Hey, you said no one would catch us here!” The guy reluctantly let himself be shoved into the dark, musty room, but immediately turned around with an offended grimace when Saskia let go of him. “Why's it so cold in here suddenly anyway?”

Saskia didn't even bother to hide her growing frustration as she yanked the roller shutter down with a single strong movement. Jesus, the guy didn’t just suck in bed but was obviously allergic to brains, too. “Just stay quiet. I'll get you when it's safe.”

She only just managed to pull her top back over her head before an electronic beep from the door lock revealed that someone with far higher access authorization than hers was bypassing her blocking code.

Completely unimpressed by Saskia's innocent smile, Logan entered the hall, an obligatory cigar in the corner of his mouth. He sniffed the air briefly and grimaced in disgust. “Who is it this time?”

“Who?” Saskia tried to play dumb – as if she didn’t know that thanks to his feral senses, Logan could tell exactly that whatever had taken place in here until a few seconds ago had definitely not had anything to do with working out.

Instead of answering, Logan extended his claws from between his knuckles with a quiet snikt and headed straight for the garage that Saskia was leaning against so demonstratively.

He fortunately didn't need to make the ungraceful effort of fighting Saskia for the gate, because just a few moments later, something the size of an ant in humanoid form crawled out of the latter's keyhole and tried, visibly panicked, to climb down the slippery metal panels, almost breaking its neck in the process. After Saskia had had no choice but to catch her guest and put them down on the ground, mainly because she had a funny feeling that Emma would not have found it particularly amusing to lose one of her students in this exceptionally stupid way, her would-be lover rather assumed his normal height again, his face a bright red. Visibly extremely intimidated by the sight of one of the most famous, lethal members of the X-Men and their most effective weapons clearly pointing in his direction. “Uh ... Never mind me, alright? Guess I better go ...”

“You stay,” Saskia hissed, maybe with a little more dramatic anger than necessary given her waning interest in the guy. But this was about principles. “And you – would you mind staying the hell out of my business? You're not my father!”

“Right. If your father was here now, he'd send you to your room for the rest of the year while the others train for emergencies. With your math books.” Logan stopped with a frown, picking up a narrow leather belt from the floor with the tip of one claw, and took a closer look at the swanky Frost Ltd. logo on the white buckle before throwing it at Saskia's now very pale lover. “I'll take that back. Your father won't lock you up. Your mother will.”

Saskia gladly took the perfect chance to deflect, with her hands on her hips. “You and your stupid fighting! Emma is totally cool!”

“Sure she is.” Logan took a drag of enjoyment from his cigar before he kept crossing the room, heading for Saskia's now completely frozen lover, unhurried, but also not stopping when she came to stand in front of the poor boy with her arms crossed. “When she's not busy trying to take over the world or sending our children to the Morlocks, that is. Move. Tortilla chest and I got unfinished business.“ He gestured to the side with one clawed hand.

“Forget it,” Saskia snarled. “Get out of here! This lame show of yours is getting more ridiculous every time. This is my life! I can do what I want and sleep with whoever I want.”

“You're sixteen. You got no idea what you want,” Logan kindly informed her. ”And if you call what you just did sleeping with someone, I'll have to check the sex ed curriculums with Ororo.” But in the end, the thought of entering the diplomatic ring with Emma because of a sudden lack of more or less elementary body parts on one of her students, seemed too troublesome for Logan after all. When Saskia's lover headed for the door, visibly scared to death, white as a sheet, his two sizes too-small shirt soaked with sweat, Logan made no move to follow the guy. Only when the massive metal door halves had closed behind the young man again did he sheath his claws, with half a grin that only grew at Saskia's disgruntled pout. With another deep drag on his cigar, he assumed one of his favorite postures for such conversations, squatting low, and winked up at Saskia, far too charmingly to keep up the irritation for long. “That's Frost Ltd. crossed off the list, too. None of their pupils will dare come here anytime soon. You keep this up, you'll either have to expand your hunting ground to other genders, or your search radius. You can turn off the air conditioning now, by the way, Ice Princess.” Logan shivered visibly but made no move to leave until they had resolved the last awkward encounter of this kind. Sometimes enhanced healing powers could be a real nuisance.

Mostly to annoy her favorite uncle a little further, Saskia thrust her jaw forward, ready to fight. While in the end, sure, she was not entirely unhappy to be rid of that guy … She simply had to deal with being patronized by her own parents often enough already. “I don't suppose it ever entered your mind that I might actually want some fun for a change, did it? You could just ask before you scare off everyone I invite into my bedroom.”

“What you do in your bedroom is your parents' problem, not mine,” Logan replied, unfazed, with a demonstrative gesture across the room. “And whatever you choose as your poison to drown your frustration over your ex out, is yours. I'm only here to make sure it doesn't end up on the bulletin board or in the mutant gossip columns across the globe. You think this is fun for me? I'm doing this for you. That said, if you're so desperate to publicly castrate Andréo every week over, at least pick people who've learned as much as playing with themselves yet. Or just turn to drinking. Cheaper, less hassle, and you're numb for far longer. Besides, you keep running into my claws in training when you waste yourself every night on people who mostly want to brag about your naked tits on social media. If that's what you're after, I've been told they pay quite well for that on certain online portals these days.”

“Fuck y...” Saskia stopped her rude insult just in time when rescue in the shape of a com signal from Logan's wristwatch echoed through the hall. If she was honest, she was glad she hadn't said it. Even though Logan was pushing his limits for her taste, about making sure Saskia could quickly get rid of the people again that she attracted as a means to an end every now and then ... This rough guy was far too dear to her heart for a real fight. Today, too, she was relieved when Hank called Logan in to tell him something about the new student. She also made very sure to apologetically throw her arms around her favorite uncle's neck before he could leave the room. “It's not gonna happen again.”

“Don't make promises you can't keep, Ice Princess.” Logan gave her a quick kiss on the temple, a far less wordy assurance than the somewhat rough advice before, that he did indeed understand why she needed these little adventures – and that only had very little to do with excess hormones – and that maybe, he didn't mind anyway if a certain winged teammate of hers occasionally was treated to a well-deserved damper of humiliation. But then he quickly wrinkled his nose again. “Shower, now. Pretty sure that guy's aftershave started life as toilet spray. And just so we're clear: What you just did here doesn't count as training. See you half an hour earlier for running tomorrow.”

Saskia shrugged and tiredly waved at Logan, then carefully removed the traces of her little non-slip before the next teenagers would want to train in here. Admittedly, she'd had that one coming.

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“Turn that thing off before you enter my sick bay, for Christ's sake. Can you finally stop smoking inside? We're almost two decades into the 21st century, in case you lost track of time.” Hank greeted Logan with an irritated snort, his already mood splendid after his conversation with his current patient that had revealed even more abysses in the boy's life than had been previously known, and none of these atrocities, the teenager's powerful healing factor could repair. That Logan couldn't be taught even the simplest rules of decency even after all these years as a teacher at this Institute, made it difficult not to give up on the day before lunch already.

Even without a lot of teaching hours on his schedule, the guy should actually know that raising the mutants at this school had become more difficult over the years. Even more so since Scott had had a separate school facility built attached to the mansion and now children lucky enough not to have been rejected because of their genes came and went at Westchester, too. These often still somewhat shallow-minded young people in particular, as was typical for their age, cared very little about rules, especially about some that even their teachers stuck to.

“It's bad enough that some teenagers in the schoolyard are fuming like a chimney.” Hank nodded in the vague direction of said break area, where the current gathering of the fleas was probably just dissolving before their next subjects, and the last, particularly unruly kids famous for skipping class deigned to at least attend the last two hours of the day for the show.

“I'd be more worried about them fucking in the gym,“ Logan replied coolly. “Besides, you got Shi’ar air filters in here. Anything else you need to get off your fur chest?”

“You know exactly why I called you.” Hank arduously suppressed a growl in his voice. After all these years, he should actually know the reasons for Logan's demonstratively dismissive behavior well enough.

That Bastian's sudden reappearance at Mutant High had thrown his teammate off course was already easy to sense by the fact that he'd handed over control of the Danger Room unit with the youngest candidates for extensive combat training to Remy earlier. That fun, Logan usually didn't let anyone steal from him. Hank probably should just finally give up his hopes that a notorious loner would talk openly about what was weighing down on him. After that terrible mission at the beginning of the year, Logan had surely hoped that he would never have to face the subject of the destroyed New York II camp ever again. But as was so often the case with the X-Men, the past had caught up with him – and with Ororo, too, but that conversation, which wouldn’t be any more unpleasant, Hank wasn’t ready to have until later that day.

Sooner or later, these two and Bastian would meet for the first time since Alaska, and then Hank would have hated to face major renovation of the house just because a couple of impulsive characters couldn't control themselves. “I would have expected you to give Cat and me a hand with our newest charge.”

“How? I'm the one without a PhD here, remember?” Now Logan was nice enough to stub out his cigar in a medicine bowl after all, ignoring Hank's withering gaze, and leaned against a cot with his arms folded. ”Look what happened up north at the turn of the year sucked monkey ass, I get that. But there was nothing we could do about it. Someone was too incompetent to operate some controls in one of these bunkers, and the wrong chemicals in that priest's laboratory cut off the oxygen supply in these tents. That heat dome worked more effectively than one of your Petri dishes. By the time we got there, it was over already.”

“That's the problem,” Hank nodded. ”The sole survivor saw you from a distance in the camp if I got that right. Bastian is quite angry with the X-Men.”

“All the more a reason not to be on the welcoming committee.” Logan's expression only darkened. Ororo had blamed herself a lot for the two of them not being able to help back then. Logan notoriously didn't think much of unnecessary feelings of guilt, but when he'd returned from that mission, he'd had thrown an especially suffocating cloak of his usual denial over this matter. What had happened in Alaska, the others had had to learn about from sparse mission logs. Because to talk, to think about it deeper would have meant to think about Jericho, and that was not only hard for Ororo. Thinking about Jericho would have meant thinking about Jean.

Useless, trying to keep digging at that particular wall; at least not before the next peacefully shared bottle of Kree-ale at midnight in Hank's laboratory. Sighing, he closed the file about this atrocity on his computer and turned to Logan on his stool. “Talk to Bastian anyway before you chase him through the gym for the first time, if you can. You two ending up at each other's throats won't do anyone any good. Two healing factors of that size mean too much blood even for Shi’ar air cleaners to filter out from the Danger Room for days.”

“I'm not accepting greenhorns in my holo simulations anyway. That all?” Logan was already halfway out the door again without even waiting for an answer when a long drawn-out warning tone from the speakers of Hank's computer terminal had them both startle. It was the proximity alarm, a message from dozens of sensors placed on the rooftops that monitored the airspace in the area. An obligatory measure since Alkali Lake.

“How exactly did I annoy the Gods last night?” Hank leaned over his keyboard again and projected the image captured by the cameras onto the holo-monitor in the middle of the room, but whatever was approaching was still too far away to make it out. At least with his only slightly enhanced senses.

Logan's keen eyes could categorize the shape of a flat, compact vehicle in the distance a lot faster. To Hank's relief, it was only incomprehension, not alarm, showing on his face when he recognized who was coming to visit the X-Men. Enthusiastic, however, he didn’t exactly display either. “An Avengers Quinjet. Looks like someone else can't wait to philosophize about a few corpses in the snow.”

Hank had another comment about tactlessness on the tip of his tongue, but then put Logan off wearily and shook off his still-stained scrubs to at least make himself somewhat presentable for the upcoming, undoubtedly unentertaining meeting. Whatever it was that threatened to disrupt the almost deceptively continuous peace in the last few years so suddenly ... Perhaps it would at least give certain teammates more to do than just put a few rebellious teenagers in their place, so that they might finally find their way out of their ongoing depression over the death of their partner so long ago. Hank didn’t hold his breath.

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Doping soldiers so they fight better – is it ethical?

by Maxwell Mehlman

A waxwork of Captain America on display at Madame Tussauds in Bangkok, Thailand. Nuamfolio/Shutterstock.com

The military is constantly using technology to build better ships, warplanes, guns and armor. Shouldn’t it also use drugs to build better soldiers?

Soldiers have long taken drugs to help them fight. Amphetamines like Dexedrine were distributed widely to American, German, British and other forces during World War II and to U.S. service members in Korea, Vietnam, Kuwait, Iraq and Afghanistan. In 1991, the Air Force chief-of-staff stopped the practice because, in his words, “Jedi knights don’t need them.” But the ban lasted only five years. DARPA, an agency that does cutting-edge research for the U.S. Department of Defense, is trying to make soldiers “kill-proof” by developing super-nutrition pills and substances to make them smarter and stronger. New drugs that reduce the need for sleep, such as modafinil, are being tested. Researchers are even looking into modifying soldiers’ genes.

As a professor of health law and bioethics, I began studying the use of drugs to enhance performance in sports, and I soon became interested in the use of performance-enhancing drugs in the military. Most people think doping in sports is harmful cheating; shouldn’t that be how doping in combat is viewed? The answer, I decided, was no: Doping in sports doesn’t produce any meaningful social benefit, but using drugs to improve performance in the military could save lives and make it easier to complete missions.

But the military still needs rules for how performance enhancements should be used.

Mandatory use

Can soldiers be ordered to take enhancement drugs? What if the drugs have dangerous side effects? What if there hasn’t been a lot of research on their long-term effects? It’s also important to realize that the risks from performance-enhancing drugs are not only to the soldiers who use them; in 2004, pilots in Afghanistan who accidentally dropped a bomb that killed four Canadian soldiers blamed their mistake on being hopped up on amphetamines.

Soldiers generally have to follow orders, so it’s important for their commanders to carefully think through whether use of these drugs should be mandatory or voluntary. Applying a set of principles that I developed to guide bioethical decision-making in the military, superiors should force troops to use enhancement drugs only when the advantages that the drugs provide and the importance of the mission outweigh the risks to the user. Soldiers in the Gulf War were required to take drugs that hadn’t been approved for the purpose for which they were given, which was to try to provide some protection in case Saddam Hussein’s forces resorted to chemical or biological warfare. Congress stepped in and said that troops could be ordered to take drugs for such “off-label” purposes only if the president authorized it directly or declared a national emergency.

Opponents of doping in sports maintain that athletes who win races by doping should not be rewarded. Should we adopt the same policy in the military? Should soldiers who act bravely or shoot straighter with the help of drugs get promotions or medals? If the soldiers are ordered to use the drugs by their commanders, I suggest the answer should be yes, since it doesn’t seem fair to punish them for doing something about which they had no choice, especially if the drugs they were ordered to use could have serious side effects.

Should soldiers take steroids to bulk up? BLACKDAY/Shutterstock.com

Voluntary use

What if soldiers take performance-enhancing drugs on their own, or if using them is illegal? A study in 2014 reported that 67% of active-duty service members in all branches of the military took dietary supplements. In special forces like Navy SEALS, the percentage increases to over 75%.

What if these substances actually gave users a performance boost? The most popular doping drugs in sports are anabolic steroids, which are Schedule III controlled substances that can be purchased legally only by prescription. In most states these can’t legally be prescribed for enhancement purposes.

You might think that the military should test soldiers to see if they were illegally using steroids just like athletes are tested in the Olympics, but currently the military is not allowed to do random drug testing or “unit sweeps” for steroids. In short, the jury is still out on whether the military should reward or punish military success achieved with the aid of self-help drugs.

A final concern is when performance-enhancing drugs give troops advantages over civilians. Soldiers in the reserves, and those who serve on bases but reside with their families, have both military and civilian lives. What if they compete in sports or intellectual contests with civilians? One solution is to require them to disclose that they are taking enhancement drugs, but this could violate military secrecy and help enemies figure out ways of combating the drugs’ effects.

Some commentators argue that the effects of the drugs must be reversible, but soldiers may regard the advantages they get from the drugs as one of the benefits of being in the service; it could even be a recruiting incentive, like the prospect of being trained in a skill that can land them a good civilian job later.

Proper use of performance-enhancing drugs in the military could shorten wars and save lives. But with the development of more powerful drugs that increase strength and endurance and reduce the need for sleep and food, commanders need to carefully consider the risks to soldiers as well as the benefits for them and their mission.

About The Author:

Maxwell Mehlman is Professor of Biomedical Ethics at Case Western Reserve University

This article is republished from our content partners at The Conversation under a Creative Commons license. 

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Exasperation is thy name Chapter Four

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Dacia hummed to herself as she made her way through the spaceship.  It was time for her to try and get to the bottom of things with Cassian.  Or at least Jyn probably thought it was.  Dacia was willing to simply let sleeping dogs lie and not make a big fuss over something that she thought was simple.

 Jyn, however, hadn’t been able to understand why the woman hadn’t been angrier and had pretty much bullied Dacia into taking these steps.  Dacia couldn’t understand why Jyn felt so strongly, when she wouldn’t even have been affected by these changes, to the spaceship.

 It would probably seem rational (and even sweet) if Dacia were to remember that the two women were friends and that Dacia had (partially) opened up about some of the difficulties in her health.  There was also the small matter of Jyn still struggling to overcome some of the issues she still faced with regards to her strange upbringing.

 Darcy noticed that it sometimes took Jyn longer to trust others (which Darcy couldn’t fault, especially when she considered what she knew about her friend) and she couldn’t understand why anyone would try to undermine said trust.  Darcy realised that she had to get this part smoothed out before it became an even bigger situation that she needed it to be.

 Taking some time to mentally compose herself, sucking in great lungfuls of air, once and twice before she nodded to herself. It was time to talk to Cassian and see if they could come to some form of understanding.

 WHOOSH 

Letting her chest fall as she let the oxygen escape her body, Dacia looked around the small room, trying to put off the moment she would have to talk to Cassian.  Some of her old (arrogant, xenophobic) friends with, the Jedi ranks would have no doubt sneered at Dacia and her insistence on getting on with those she surrounded herself with, even if they weren’t practitioners of the Jedi religion and creed.  Dacia had made a conscious decision to surround herself with those she trusted would question her if she made any questionable decisions.  With those thoughts in mind, she glanced over at her friend and felt like she had to hide a small smirk when she noted the man was playing with a scrap bit of metal, no doubt trying to avoid looking at Dacia. He undoubtedly knew what this matter was about, and wanted to try and pull out the confrontation as long as he could. Dacia was very much of the same mind – except she wanted to get it over and done with as quickly as possible.

 With that in mind she opened her mouth and began to speak;

 “Look, Cassian I think we both know that each of us is trying to avoid having this discussion for our reasons.  But Jyn at least, is expecting us to have this discussion, and don’t you think we at least owe it to her, to discuss this like the mature adults we claim to be?” Dacia sighed, trying not to laugh when she saw the surprised look on Cassian’s face.

 “Yeah, you are probably right, but you do know that I am not going to apologise for my actions, right? I did those things because I wanted to be able to find if I could trust you, and I won’t say that I regret them!” Cassian declared.

 “I know, I’m not asking you to, nor will I embarrass both of us, by pretending that I didn’t know how or when you put that security update in place because I knew.  What I want to do is clear the air and try to get to the bottom of this with you. Do you trust me now?” Dacia gently asked the man, peering at the man in front of her.

 “Wait, but how did you know that I put those updates in place, you aren’t the best with technology!” Cassian tried to protest before he continued “I trust you more now, but when we first met, I wasn’t willing to lay all my trust in some woman I had never met before.  Now, with Designation: Scarlet Witch in those cells, I won’t regret those actions, you can’t make me!”

“You forget that this is my spaceship, I know everything that goes on this spaceship, minus a few things that I don’t want to know about of course!  What I was wondering, was how exactly you wrote that security protocol, because it really shouldn’t haven’t gotten through.  What I would like to know, is it is even possible for us to alter that small security measure.  We don’t want the woman to be able to get one over us and make life even slightly inordinately difficult for us.” Dacia looked at the man, as she spoke softly.

 “Why didn’t you tell me before that you knew what I was up too?” Cassian tried to protest.

 “I didn’t want to spook you, not while I was waiting to gain your trust.  Besides what would you have done if I had confronted you back when you first put it up?” Dacia softly asked the man.

 “I won’t say that I liked it because I wouldn’t have.  I would have seen it as you trying to poke your nose into our life again.  But it doesn’t seem to have affected you at all, so why are you making such a big deal about it?” Cassian sulkily asked.

 Dacia was sure that the man was glaring at her from behind his thick curtain of hair.

 “Yes, it has been affecting me.  You see, after the G.E. rose to prominence, it was agony for me, not being able to trust myself and connect with the Force.  Even though I could feel and hear it singing through the air surrounding me and within me, it was and has been a part of me for so long.  Could you even imagine what it feels like to cut yourself off from a piece of yourself? I couldn’t be sure whether or not Darth Vader had been able to fashion some device to help him find and trap any of us who were able to connect to the Force.  If I hadn’t already had that practice in avoiding the Force for so long, out of fear, one of the things I feared the most was the uncertainty that my discovery could bring.  What you had done would have placed into an excruciating agony, the likes of which you might not be able to imagine.  It seems as if some of the things we can be sure about in this universe is that access to the Force is limited. Some of my observations of Designation: Scarlet Witch has allowed me to conclude that the woman may be using some form of the Force in both her offensive and defensive actions.  Can you check the logs to find out if she has been able to connect, I want to start getting the interview questions ready.” Dacia responded to the man, watching as the man’s face paled as Dacia’s words began to sink in.

 “Are you sure that you want me to take those steps because we might not like what we find?  Would you like me to be able to dial it back, so you still have some form of access that we can control?” Cassian asked, suddenly worried about the woman in front of him.

 “Right now, we need to know; it’s better to be prepared and guess what we can expect, rather than going into this problem with our eyes shut.  We need to know Cassian, whether or not we should fear for our lives and what steps we can take to combat that fear.  Do you understand?” Dacia asked considering the man in front of her.

 “I understand, we need to prepare for anything those people can throw at us.  I know that you’ve said, but I want to be sure before I do it, another shouting match between myself and Jyn does not sound particularly appealing.  But you have emailed Hill and Potts about the suspected length that Designation: Scarlet Witch’s powers can go to, right?  At the same time though, do we need to be concerned about the rest of them?” Cassian asked, frowning as he thought through some of the problems that immediately faced them.

 “For now, I see Designation: Scarlet Witch as being the biggest threat to the safety of us on this ship.  For all their supposed strengths, Designation (Former): Captain America and Designation: Winter Soldier are essentially soldiers that have taken too much by way of anabolic steroids.  Designation: Winter Soldier is down an arm for pities sake!  It doesn’t seem like he would find it particularly easy to easy to escape.  Another point to bear in mind is that Designation (Former): Captain America won’t try to do anything that might harm his friend.” Cassian started before continuing; ��Designation: Falcon seems as if he believes anything that Designation (Former): Captain America tells him, I’m hesitant to believe that he has it in him to think critically about what the other man tells him.  It’s curious because I am wondering if he simply bought into the propaganda and hype of the man too much and is that possibly clouding his rationale.  Designation: Ant-Man seems like he has gotten into something too big for him to understand all the players in the game, beyond second or third-hand impressions. It will be interesting to watch and see how long it takes for him to come to the conclusion that he has stepped into something that he doesn’t understand.”

 “Yeah, but it’s Designation: Hawkeye that fascinates me now.  I’ve been glancing over some of the footage we have of the prisoners in the cells. He didn’t say a lot, but he has been clutching his head, I have a feeling that he has possibly begun to question the position that he has found himself in, by which I mean in trouble.  Designation: Scarlet Witch, we need to be careful about her abilities, but somehow I can’t see her as regretting her actions, not yet anyway.” Dacia mused as she thought aloud.

 “Okay, so far, I’ve been attempting to design some form of the system we can use in holding the two Super Soldiers.  I would caution you not to forget the guys; they might not be a big threat as it stands.  But we don’t want to have found them to be causing us trouble if we aren’t ready for it.” Cassian cautioned the woman before turning back to some of his work.

 Dacia nodded once and looked around the room; she wasn’t sure if she was actively looking for some.  Or, more likely, was attempting to martial her thoughts into some form of order before she left to continue her work.

 WHOOSH

 Leaving the room behind, Darcy started to hum to herself as she looked around the silver corridors, trying to decide where she should go to next.  Groaning to herself beneath her breathe, about the expectations that having friends could heap upon her, Dacia, shrugged and rolled her shoulders and neck out, before allowing her footsteps to lead her towards the gym.  She felt as if she had spent too long fearing the reactions of her past friends, teachers and masters within the Jedi code, to start to alter her actions now.  She felt it made her a stronger user (and conduit) of the Force if she were allowed to build up relationships with those she held near and dear to her heart.

 For now, it was better is those relationships remained platonic, in any case, Dacia didn’t feel as if she was ready for even the possibility of a romantic relationship.  One of the things she had learned in her Darcy Lewis Grand University adventure, was that the idea of sex didn’t appeal to her – maybe ever – and that was completely okay with her.  Cassian had remarked that it took all different strokes for all different folks, though it could be a struggle to make sense of the man when he was three sheets to the wind!

 Shaking her head once again as she tried to clear the thoughts from her head, she altered her path to the gym.  She realised that Jyn now would probably feel as if she had some things to work out, and if Dacia knew the woman, it was that she would prefer to work out those buzzing thoughts at the punching bag.  Otherwise, she ran the risk of the thoughts becoming too loud for her to deal with, it was easier for her to work out her stress in a physical manner than it was for her to run it through her head.  It would seem that some of Saw Guerra’s lesson was difficult for her to shake off, Dacia supposed it made sense, Guerra had been responsible for a young Jyn’s early upbringing.

 Momentarily glancing down at her body, Dacia realised that she was still wearing her robes, not something that would be conducive to a good workout.  Even if Dacia was willing to bet that she would be able to work out no matter the outfit, certainly with all the time the Jedi Council had invested in Dacia, it was almost preferable to her, but to each their own.  Jyn (and Cassian) would occasionally struggle sparring with a woman in a robe; it was no doubt some last instinctive holdover of respect for the Jedi of old. So, frowning to herself as she made her way back to her bedroom, she darted inside to pull on a pair of leather type leggings with a loose cotton shirt.  She wasn’t quite sure what mood she would find Jyn in after all.

 Padding along the corridors in bare feet, Dacia absently began to stretch out her arms over her head.  Along with swinging the limbs from side to side as she worked to get a full range of motion in her body.  Satisfied that she was as stretched out that she was going to be, Dacia hopped from one foot to the other and leaned forward to swipe her access pass through the device at the side of the door; she entered in through the double glass door.

 WHOOSH

 Looking around the small gym for her friend, Dacia wasn’t sure how to feel when she spotted the woman giving the punching bag a good go over, was it a good thing that she knew the woman well enough to know where she could find her.  Sighing as she made her way over to the punching bag, Jyn was currently hammering as if it had personally done her wrong.  Stepping behind the bag and clutching it to her chest, she smiled tentatively at the woman.  Wincing as she felt the bag pummelled into her, she waited patiently for the woman to recognise her before she began to speak.  The choice, however, was taken from her when Jyn began to speak in a hollow tone of voice.

 “I’m guessing that you are to tell me to stop thinking this way about that man’s actions?  To tell me to buck up and get on with it?  Because, you know that I can’t do that, for pities sake he was causing you pain and discomfort simply because at one stage he didn’t trust you!”

 “No, it’s not my place to tell you to do something that makes you uncomfortable.  Don’t make me become that person Jyn; I promise you won’t like that person!” Dacia warned the woman, wincing once again when Jyn launched her foot into the bag.

 “What are you talking about woman!?  Has he at least apologised to you for any of his actions? He was wrong to do what he did, and I don’t get why you are so insistent on forgiving him straight away!  What purpose does that serve!” Jyn cried, hitting the bag with her fists as she allowed her anger to run free and dictate her actions.

 “Jyn.  You can’t say that you didn’t trust me completely back when we first met either!  I don’t want to draw out something that I feel has already been litigated, don’t make me.  The day that I start doing things just because someone else wants me to, regardless of whether or not I want to, will be a cold day on Mustafar.  So, why don’t we talk it out, why do you feel like the man has done something horrendous to you?” Dacia gently asked, not wanting to frighten her friend.

 Jyn eased off the punching bag, and placed her hands on her hips, before fixing Dacia with a hard stare.  She stood there for enough time for Dacia to start fidgetting before she spoke.

 “See it from my perspective, he knows now that he can trust you, that we can trust you, why does he still have that piece of software running?  Does he still feel as if he is going to have to run because he knows that is ridiculous right?  I swore to myself that no man was going to be able to make my decisions for me any longer!  I refuse to give him any power to do that, to give anyone the power to make my choices for me anymore.” Jyn cried, her voice going slightly high-pitched in her ire.

 “What if you need urgent medical decisions made? Are we not allowed to make those decisions for you, if it seems as if you could die if we don’t make a choice!” Dacia teased, raising an eyebrow.

 “You’re funny; I forgot to laugh.” Jyn deadpanned, wearing a bored expression on her face.

 “Seriously though, will you be okay?  I don’t want to trample over anyone's feelings, and I am still struggling slightly to understand just where you are coming from. You know that this won’t affect you, right?  You aren’t able to connect to the Force; you may be capable of feeling it from time to time. So why is this bothering you so much?” Dacia asked the woman, still trying her hardest to understand why Jyn had gotten such a bee in her bonnet over the whole state of affairs.

 “I have never been such a dense genius” Jyn muttered before continuing in a clearer voice “it affects me, dumbass because you are my friend.  If you get into pain and don’t tell me, then how am I supposed to help you?  How do you think that would make you feel, if I died one day because of something that you can have helped me with, but I didn’t tell you!”

 “Fair enough, but I promise you that I have it under control.  If it had gotten to be too much for me, then, of course, I would have told you, there is no question about that.  I just didn’t see the point in bothering you with something that I could handle myself.” Dacia tried once again to clear her name.

 It wasn’t working, because when she chanced a look up, she could see Jyn still peering at her with a solitary eyebrow raised, as she tapped her foot up and down impatiently on the squeak clean gym floor. Unsure of what to do, because she honestly hadn’t thought that she would ever get into this situation with Jyn, Cassian sure, but she had thought that she at least had a bit of tact.  Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, as she tried to read Jyn’s body language, she wondered to herself how Jyn would see it if she tried to hug her.

 Probably not very well, judging by the irritated look on her friend’s face.

 Dacia wondered to herself what Yoda’s reaction would have been if he had ever realised just how wrong he was.  Dacia was always fond of pointing out the strangeness of the Jedi council and realised that she would no doubt see it as brilliance if she could point out yet more fallacies in some of the older teachings.  

 She would have dearly loved to have the opportunity to rub it in Yoda, Mace Windu, Obi-Wan and the rest of the old farts who made up the Jedi Council, how silly their teachings could be.  Shaking away the thought that it was possible they could have avoided the whole mess with Anakin if they hadn’t been so quick to pull him to the thinking that there was something wrong with him having feelings! It would do her no good to think of all the heartbreak and tragedy that could have been avoided had the Jedi Masters updated their teachings.  If she could travel back in time, she would dearly like to shake Qui-Jon Ginn for not realising how mind-boggling tricky prophecies could be if they were translated. It was too much of a weight to put on a child to expect them to sort out the adult's mess, a mess that they had created and now realised that they couldn’t solve.

 Some of the fiction books that she loved to read (the Harry Potter books sprung to mind) had the common trope of how dangerous prophecies could become if nobody sat down to think through their actions.  Dacia wanted nothing more than to wash her hands of all wishy-washy statements.

 It would probably do the world a lot of good.

 Looking over at the woman facing her, Dacia cautiously held her arms open; she wasn’t sure what expectations she should hold. Jyn peered at the woman with her head cocked to the side, stifling a smirk when she noted that Dacia barely hid a shudder.

 She had gotten to her friend.  Jyn had realised that she should take her delight where she could get it.  If anyone had told her that she would be able to use the hard-fought (and won) lessons from Saw Guerra to freak out her friends, she was well aware that she would probably have thought they were playing a mean trick on her!

 Still, it amused her to no end.

 “Okay, well now I am going to have to see if I can work out how we can look at how the medical aspect should begin to work.  I don’t want to begin taking liberties with their various medical conditions, but it is important that I know what to keep my eye on.  I’m about to say something remarkably cliché but bear with me!  We need to know what we should keep an eye on for the future.” Jyn panted, taking sympathy on her friend.

 “Yeah, that sounds fair, we need to establish a baseline not just regarding any psychical health.  But we also need to know how if there are any behavioural or psychological problems we should keep an eye on.  Are you okay with handling that?” Dacia asked, still not completely sure what she should be doing.

 “No, for now, all I have to do, is keep an eye on them on the VT and go through some of the files that we were able to lift when we initially lifted them.  For now, I just have to go through some computer files.  We are probably going to work out what questions we want to ask in an interview.  When will the interviews be by the way?” Jyn told the woman, running a hand through her greasy hair.

 “We should probably shoot for holding the interviews, as soon as I get an email back from both Hill and Potts, they might have some idea about what questions they want to be asked.  We need to be sure that we are asking the right questions.  We might not get another shot if we don’t ask the right questions.  Sometimes I honestly think that we should begin thinking like journalists some days!  At least if we want to be confident that we are doing a good job that is.” Dacia sighed looking at her hands.

 “Why do you seem to enjoy talking in such meaningless platitudes?  That irritates me so much when you do that!” Jyn tried to laugh as she shook her head at the woman.

 Peering at her for a second longer, unsure of what was running through her head, Jyn shook her head again.  Leaving the room behind her, Jyn was still attempting to hold in her belly laughs for another time when she didn’t feel the cruel stresses that this life had left her with.  Throwing her arms up as she exited the room, ugh but she smelled particularly pungent. Deciding that she should take a quick shower before she settled down to do her work.

 WHOOSH

 After a suitably long soak in the shower, Jyn finally felt clean again, or at least clean enough to get out and continue with her day.  Humming to herself as she made her way through the deceptively large spaceship back to the small nodule she found herself in so often when she felt she had to go through her notes again.  Deciding that before she settled down to continue with her work that she rather fancied a steaming hot mug of Earl Grey tea, Jyn made her way through the spaceship with the mug clutched in her hands, as she thought of some of the work that she would have to do.  Slipping into the small nodule, she breathed a sigh of relief when she was greeted with the familiar sights of the nodule.  In here everything felt like it made sense to her again.

 Logging into the computer, via the thumbprint, Jyn began to sort through some of the files in front of her.  Taking another long slurp of tea, she frowned when she realised that the information she had taken from the RAFT prison wasn’t entirely accurate, nor she thought reliable.  She could recognise that it seemed as if the files were compiled by a xenophobic person, not by anyone who had any compassion to call upon.  This made sense because it didn’t seem to her that it would be the logical career path for a bureaucrat overflowing with compassion to work with the General.  She wasn’t even sure if the General had relied on blackmail to make people work with him.

 People who didn’t already share his antiquated and horrendous thought process.

 Making a small note to herself on a piece of notepaper, she wanted to look into the backgrounds of any working with the man. Maybe she was simply barking up the wrong tree, but to her, she felt like the idea could bear her some unexpected fruit. Cassian would probably tease her about allowing her sense of morality to dictate how she viewed other people’s actions.

 Shaking the thought from her mind, it might be interesting but it wasn’t everything to her right now, she would have to ensure that she continued to look at the forest and not continue to be mesmerised by the trees in front of her face!  Diverting her attention to pulling up the tapes from the cells, they constantly recorded and alerted the others on the spaceship, if anything untoward was being said. Jyn had had enough experience of being taken by surprise; she didn’t want it to happen again.  It was a handy program for the group because they had quickly realised that it didn’t matter if someone constantly watched the tapes, things were likely to fall between the cracks.

 She understood the program as being linked to the K-2SO AI, this way he could devote a small amount of his background computing power to idly listening (and recording) what the prisoners were saying to one another.  If the AI found something that concerned him, he could pull in the BODHI AI and then if it were something that both of them found concerning, they would alert Cassian, Dacia and herself.  

 It had been coded this way because the K-2SO AI had an overprotective streak a few hundred klicks wide over Cassian’s safety. In the beginning, they were being alerted to every little thing that was said.  Thinking back on that time with a smirk, Jyn thought that ever Dacia’s legendary patience was beginning to become frayed.

 Jyn preferred to dip in and out of the listening from, she carried around a paranoia that it wouldn’t be long until the prisoners started to speak in code to one another.  It also helped that this way she would get a small modicum of entertainment while she listened to frankly confusing antics.

 What she wasn’t getting any soap operas and if this was how she was to keep up her morale then so be it!

 Stretching her limbs out over her head as she realised that she had been sitting in the same position for a long time, the worse thing was that she hadn’t even finished.  She would have to continue with this work at another time.  It was time to take a short break; it would be curious to note whether or not she was possibly able to see other patterns if she came back with fresh eyes at another date.  No point in her beginning to cry over spilt milk, not while she could still find something potentially useful to them.

 Rubbing at the furrow between her brows, Jyn flicked through the VT feed, frowning when she could not easily access some of the recordings of the previous day.  She made a note on her every handy tablet to mention it to Cassian.  It was possible that she was simply going about trying to access the files in the wrong way, but could you blame her for wanting to be sure that it was simply an error on her part that was restricting her.  Jyn didn’t think that it bore any mention of why she didn’t want it to be anything more serious.

 Taking a deep breath as she leant over the computer screen, Jyn continued to go through the notes, before leaning back with a loud sigh, she couldn’t do anything further before she received an email with the notes from the Avengers et al. that they had left behind.  It wouldn’t be easy for her to spot something, especially if she didn’t know exactly what she was supposed to be on the lookout for.

 Deciding that right now, she would like to be able to read some of the behind the scenes emails from within the US State Department, but she felt like right now, she honestly couldn’t be bothered to expound the energy required for her to hack in.  Still, it would be interesting to hear what was happening behind the scenes. Some of the files she had been able to lift from the RAFT hinted at a sort of faction developing within the Department. Another thing that had piqued her interest she hadn’t been able to find a great many files.  It could hint that this was finally a small amount of evidence that the rest of the State Department didn’t know what the Secretary was up too.

 Jyn didn’t think that this signalled good intentions on the part of General Ross, but for now, she would have to let it go simply. There wasn’t enough time for her to worry about everything that was happening, not when it was likely to affect her or her group, no matter how interesting it could become to her.  If she were going to get involved, then she would have to receive an email, even if it seemed unlikely that she should get one.

 Glancing at the small tablet computer, when it beeped to let her know that Dacia wanted to let her know that she had received an email from the Avengers, made her frown briefly before sighing.  It seemed like now at least she would get some instructions on how she should handle the prisoners.  Flicking the computer off, Jyn climbed to her feet and began clambering to her feet.  She would have to make her way through to the computer room, to see what they had learned.

 WHOOSH

 In the cells, the prisoners were looking at one another as they tried to work out what had happened to them.  Steve for one was looking around him, as he tried to work out what exactly was happening.  He couldn’t see that he had done anything wrong, he had never stopped to answer to bullies, and he wasn’t about to start.  It must be so easy for guys like Stark who didn’t recognise that not everybody could spend all their days screwing around.  He had seen some of the videos of Stark, and he couldn’t believe that he had ever been on the same team as THAT man.

 He had had to take a stand over how the much say the United Nations had over how they ran.  It was a shame that Stark had taken that opportunity to stick his nose into something that didn’t concern him.  He had stepped back from the Avengers after all, what they did, really didn’t have to affect him.

 Steve thought that the guy had only gotten involved because he was bored, the last time THAT had happened, they had to face off against ULTRON, not the most pleasant of situations.  Stark really shouldn’t have gotten involved, what did any of this have to do with him any longer?

 He did wonder why he had seen any sign of the people who had kidnapped them; Steve briefly thought to himself that they were nothing more than bullies.  What had they done to any of them that had inspired them to kidnap them from wherever they had been held before.  Oh well, Steve was able to rationalise that at least now he would get a short break from leading the group.

 He would be back in power, in no time.  He had to be because he considered that nobody else would realise how tiring it was for him always to be the one that everybody else looked up to.

 Not even Stark ever made that important distinction.

 Steve would be back in no time.

 Nobody could do what he did after all.

[easkyrah]

okay I’M LIVID and NEED to rant

my coach is putting me in my first JV cross country race out of my entire career, and I’m just like ????

when I was two years in I had anemia, a hip strain, plantar fasciitis, and finally confessed that the lines on my skin were because of the blade ????

and now when I’m finally beginning to be healthy you’re just going to demote me ??? My hip injury is coming back because I’m been practicing SO hard just to prove I’m consistently the top 7,,

and just because your family’s daughters now are on the team, you’re going to put them on var??? i’m a CAPTAIN i was nominated by the entire freaking team and i’ve run more years than you have

BECAUSE YOU AREN’T EVEN A COACH

the school segregated the boys and girls and the original coach went to the boys, and they tossed you at us girls because there was an opening, aND you took IT

and I’m sorry I’m not tall and blond like the other previous 6 var runners. I’m sorry that I have to take 7 pills a day so my body doesn’t come crashing down just so I can live up to your expectations. I’m sorry that you have ZERO coaching experience

who tells their runners to run hard every day??? 70% of the total runs has to be EASY so that the muscles have to rebuild stronger from the speed/tempo workouts that are all catabolic processes, eg breaking down our muscles

HELL we don’t even do weight training (anabolic processes that build our muscles). STRETCHING DOES NOT HEAL INJURIES, YOU MAKE US MORE PRONE TO STRAINING THE AREA

Why are we doing static stretching before we run??? RESEARCH, S C I E N T I F I C research shows that it TIGHTENS your muscles before you run,,,you’re supposed to do DRILLS, OR DYNAMIC STRETCHES !!!

And yeah, just because you’re over six feet doesn’t mean I’ll you dwarf my meet. LET ME JUST SHOW YOU WHAT AN IDIOT YOU ARE WHEN I RACE THAT JV LEAGUE MEET AND HAVE THE LEAD did you not seem my past times???? 

excuse you, coach, #notmycoach, you don’t have any experience or credentials or any respect YOU CAN’T TELL A GIRL WITH SHIN SPLINTS TO RUN IT OFF THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS

and if a girl walks because she just feel 0.2 seconds ago and has BLOOD GUSHING ALL OVER HER KNEES then I THINK that’s a realistic reason TO WALK she had SURGERY ON THAT KNEE but you wouldn’t know because you don’t bother communicating

aND ORDERING AND DEMANDING IS NOT COMMUNICATING THAT’S A ONE-WAY STREET

now I’m beat and even more heated and I just !!!!! was it intentional you put my race during the hottest time of the day?? you KNOW how my parents are, and did you ever think what they would do to me when they saw the race you put me in??? 

my first JV race before I graduate, thank you so much coach, I genuinely feel the love and the mutual respect we’re sharing with one another

this is a huge strike to my heart. my pride, a varsity captain, running JV? Where did it go up in flames? 

[thefoxholecourtrp]

THIS IS YOUR GAME

Name: Casey Hendrix Age: Twenty Two Class Year: Senior Position: Backliner, #6 Hometown: Stillwater, Oklahoma

THIS IS YOUR MOMENT

TW: drug abuse

They’d told him ever since he was young: Exy would open doors for him. It was a good thing, too—because if you removed Exy from the equation, he would have been nothing at all, just a kid from a too-big family with too-little money, going nowhere. His father had split when Casey was eight, leaving his mother alone with Casey and his younger siblings. Money was tight, and Exy was an expensive sport, but when his little league coach told his mother that he had something special, she did everything she could to cultivate his talent, no matter the cost.

The first door Exy opened lead out of Oklahoma, a scholarship to boarding school that was much less about his grades and much more about his potential to win them a state championship title. Scholarship was a dirty word, there, one that he heard often enough off the court. But he kept his head down and he played his heart out, trusting that his performance on the court would shut them up eventually. And it did, until school felt more like his home than Oklahoma did, coming back to his mother’s house for Christmases and summers and realizing that he didn’t know the friends his siblings talked about, that they were growing up fast and he was missing it. That he didn’t know them, and they didn’t know him. And, even worse, they didn’t seem to miss him at all, had gotten used to not having him there. It was a bitter feeling, to be out of place in his own family, and soon enough he found excuses to just not go home at all: staying at school over Thanksgiving to study, a counselor at an Exy camp in the summer, vacationing with a richer friend’s family in the spring.

His junior and senior years of high school were back-to-back state championships, with him as Captain leading the charge. He had his pick of schools, each of the Big Three vying for him, which made his eventual choice of Ohio State downright perplexing. When all that anybody who cares about Exy talks about is the Big Three, no one cares who’s number four. But it meant that, when all the Ravens could promise him was a jersey number, nothing more than a body on the court and one among many, Ohio State promised to make him a star.

And he delivered: he had a breakout season as a freshman, Ohio State going all the way to the semifinals only to lose to USC. And, though it all, Casey’s name was in all the headlines, being compared to the other great backliners of the past decade, a champion newly born. His potential seemed limitless, but it was a juggernaut that soon grew bigger than him, a promise that he couldn’t possibly keep. When he injured himself midway through the regular season his sophomore year, his coaches weren’t willing to put him on the bench. They needed him on the court, and so they pumped him full of prescription painkillers and sent him out to play. They put the weight of the team on his shoulders, and when he crumbled under it they were there with more drugs—and anabolic steroids—and to help him dodge any drug tests that the ERC might throw his way.

It couldn’t last. He’d flown too high, and when he fell, there were cameras there to capture it, because it happened in the middle of a game—Casey passing out and being rushed off the court on a stretcher. And when his team couldn’t cover for him anymore, they made him take the fall alone, like his coaches hadn’t been the ones giving him the drugs and pushing him too hard—like he was the only one. But he didn’t say anything, just accepted his year-long suspension from the NCAA—and, without his scholarship, a year out of school—keeping quiet in hopes that his Buckeye jersey would be waiting for him when the year was done.

It wasn’t. After stringing him along for the better part of a year—a year spent at home with his mother alternating between tiptoeing around him and blaming him, his siblings not sure what to do with him, Casey not telling any of them the truth—Ohio State told him that his behavior had damaged the reputation of their team, and they were releasing him from his contract. And, beneath all of their put-on apologism, there was a threat: say anything bad about Ohio State, and his future in Exy would be ruined. We only gave you the drugs, they said, we didn’t shove them down your throat. It’s a little bit your fault too, isn’t it? The worst part was, he couldn’t even disagree: if he’d just been good enough in the first place, then none of it would have happened.

SEIZE IT WITH EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT

Once held up on a pedestal as the future of the sport, he was forced to go from team to team, begging for a spot on their line. But no teams wanted to touch him. The Foxes were the last team he approached—because he started, ambitiously, at the top, and worked his way down—but they were also the only team willing to take a chance on him, and to deal with the bureaucracy involved in a mid-season transfer and enrollment, because Casey was already a year behind and didn’t want to lose another year of his life to waiting. 

And so he joined a new team in the middle of their season, more tentative on the court than he ever used to be, when once he’d stepped onto the court like it was his kingdom. It was another way in which the Foxes were a good fit for him: Wymack had no intentions of making him the face of the team, instead letting him play without putting pressure on him, keeping his privacy off the court, helping him navigate his newfound sobriety and the ERC and NCAA’s continued suspicion of him without judgement or blame. But the Foxes made it to the Championships, and the spotlight found Casey again as he was forced to play against his old team for the first time—with mixed results, because the Foxes won, but Casey walked off the court with a broken arm that sidelined him for the rest of the season as the Foxes won and lost without him, making him ache to get back on the court again. 

CASEY HENDRIX is portrayed by GREGG SULKIN and is TAKEN

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Captain Anabolic

[deadlifts-and-derrida]

Which would you prefer if they all resulted in your ideal body: The Hulk's gamma bomb, Captain America's serum and transformation chamber, or Spider-Man's radioactive super bite?

I mean, Captain America’s origin story is basically steroids, right? And I do those already. So, obviously, the Captain’s all-american anabolics is the route for me.

[political-affairs]

John McEnroe

John Patrick McEnroe, Jr. (born February 16, 1959) is a former World No. 1 professional tennis player from the United States. He won sevenGrand Slam singles titles (three at Wimbledon and four at the US Open), nine Grand Slam men's doubles titles, and one Grand Slam mixed doubles title. McEnroe also won a record eight season ending championships, comprising five WCT Finals titles and three Masters Grand Prix titles from twelve final appearances at those two events, a record he shares with Ivan Lendl. Additionally, McEnroe is a former junior Grand Slam champion. During his career, McEnroe is listed to have won 77 singles titles by the ATP.

In 1984, McEnroe recorded the best single season win-loss record in the Open Era at 96.47% (82/3). In 1981, 1983 and 1984 McEnroe was the ITF World Champion for Men's singles. He was also named as the ATP player of the year in 1981, 1983 and 1984. McEnroe is widely regarded as one of the greatest tennis players of all time, especially for his touch on the volley.[2]

He is best remembered for his shot-making artistry and superb volleying; for his famous rivalries with Björn Borg, Jimmy Connors and Ivan Lendl; and for his confrontational on-court behavior which frequently landed him in trouble with umpires and tennis authorities. McEnroe's most famous confrontations include his tirade at an umpire during a match at Wimbledon in 1981 and for being disqualified from the 1990 Australian Open.

McEnroe is a former Captain of the United States Davis Cup team. As a player McEnroe represented the States and was part of the winning team on four occasions in the Davis Cup. After retiring from professional tennis McEnroe participated in the ATP Champions Tour. McEnroe was inducted into the International Tennis Hall of Fame in 1999 and received the Philippe Chatrier Award in 2007. Later in life McEnroe admitted to unwittingly using steroids whilst playing tennis. He however denied claims that he used anabolic steroids during his comeback to the tour. After his tennis career McEnroe became a television commentator, a game show host and a chat show host. Additionally, McEnroe has appeared in several films and television shows as himself and has played music live.

World No. 1 ranking

According to the Association of Tennis Professionals, McEnroe became the top-ranked singles player in the world on March 3, 1980.[10] He was the top ranked player on 14 separate occasions between 1980 and 1985 and finished the year ranked World No. 1 four straight years from 1981 through 1984. He spent a total of 170 weeks at the top of the rankings.

Success in doubles

McEnroe has been called "the greatest doubles player of all time" and "possibly the greatest team player never to have played a team sport."[4] He was ranked the World No. 1 in doubles for 270 weeks. He formed a powerful partnership with Peter Fleming, with whom he won 57 men's doubles titles, including four at Wimbledon and three at the US Open. (Fleming was always very modest about his own contribution to the partnership – he once said "the best doubles partnership in the world is McEnroe and anybody.")[4] McEnroe won a fourth US Open men's doubles title in 1989 with Mark Woodforde, and a fifth Wimbledon men's doubles title in 1992 with Michael Stich. He also won the 1977 French Open mixed doubles title with childhood friend Mary Carillo.

Davis Cup

More than any other player in his era, McEnroe was responsible for reviving U.S. interest in the Davis Cup,[4] which had been shunned by Jimmy Connors and other leading U.S. players, and had not seen a top U.S. player regularly compete since Arthur Ashe (Connors' refusal to play Davis Cup in lieu of lucrative exhibitions became a source of enmity between him and Ashe). In 1978, McEnroe won two singles rubbers in the final as the U.S. captured the cup for the first time since 1972, beating the United Kingdom in the final. McEnroe continued to be a mainstay of U.S. Davis Cup teams for the next 14 years and was part of U.S. winning teams in 1979, 1981, 1982, and 1992. He set numerous U.S. Davis Cup records, including years played (12), ties (30), singles wins (41), and total wins in singles and doubles (59). He played both singles and doubles in 13 series, and he and Peter Fleming won 14 of 15 Davis Cup doubles matches together.

An epic performance was McEnroe's 6-hour, 22-minute victory over Mats Wilander in the deciding rubber of the 3–2 quarterfinal win over Sweden in 1982, played in St. Louis, Missouri. McEnroe won the match, at the time the longest in Davis Cup history, 9–7, 6–2, 15–17, 3–6, 8–6.

McEnroe nearly broke that record in a 6-hour, 20-minute loss to Boris Becker five years later. Becker won their match, the second rubber in a 3–2 loss to West Germany in World Group Relegation play, 4–6, 15–13, 8–10, 6–2, 6–2.

McEnroe also helped the U.S. win the World Team Cup in 1984 and 1985.

Final years on the tour

McEnroe struggled to regain his form after his 1986 sabbatical. He lost three times in Grand Slam tournaments to Ivan Lendl, losing straight-set quarterfinals at both the 1987 US Open and the 1989 Australian Open and a long four-set match, played over two days, in the fourth round of the 1988 French Open. Rumors of drug abuse had begun during his second sabbatical. McEnroe denied them at the time, but acknowledged that he had used cocaine during his career in a 2000 interview that implied that the use occurred during this period, although he denied that the drug affected his play.[4]

Nevertheless McEnroe had multiple notable victories in the final years of his career. In the 1988 French Open, McEnroe crushed 16-year old Michael Chang 6–0, 6–3, 6–1 in the third round; Chang would go on to win the title the next year. In 1989, McEnroe won a record fifth title at the World Championship Tennis Finals (the championship tournament of the WCT tour, which was being staged for the last time), defeating top-ranked Lendl in the semifinals. At Wimbledon, he defeated Mats Wilander in a four-set quarterfinal before losing to Stefan Edberg in a semifinal. He won the RCA Championships in Indianapolis and reached the final of the Canadian Open, where he lost to Lendl. He also won both of his singles rubbers in the quarterfinal Davis Cup tie with Sweden.

Controversy was never far from McEnroe, however; in his fourth round match against Mikael Pernfors at the 1990 Australian Open, McEnroe was ejected from the tournament[4] for swearing at the umpire, supervisor, and referee. He was warned by the umpire for intimidating a lineswoman, and then docked a point for smashing a racket. McEnroe was apparently unaware that a new Code of Conduct, which had been introduced just before the tournament, meant that a third code violation would not lead to the deduction of a game but instead would result in immediate disqualification; therefore, when McEnroe unleashed a volley of abuse at umpire Gerry Armstrong, he was defaulted. He was fined $65,000 for the incidents.

Later that year, McEnroe reached the semifinals of the US Open, losing to the eventual champion, Pete Sampras in four sets. He also won the Davidoff Swiss Indoors in Basel, defeating Goran Ivanišević in a five-set final. The last time McEnroe was ranked in the world top ten was on October 22, 1990, when he was ranked 9th. His end-of-year singles ranking was 13th.

In 1991, McEnroe won the last edition of the Volvo Tennis-Chicago tournament by defeating his brother Patrick in the final. He won both of his singles rubbers in the quarterfinal Davis Cup tie with Spain. And he reached the fourth round at Wimbledon (losing to Edberg) and the third round at the US Open (losing to Chang in a five-set night match). His end-of-year singles ranking was 28th in the world.

In 1992, McEnroe defeated third-ranked and defending champion Boris Becker in the third round of the Australian Open 6–4, 6–3, 7–5 before a sell-out crowd. In the fourth round, McEnroe needed 4 hours 42 minutes to defeat ninth ranked Emilio Sánchez 8–6 in the fifth set. He lost to Wayne Ferreira in the quarterfinals. At Wimbledon, McEnroe reached the semifinals where he lost in straight sets to the eventual champion Andre Agassi. McEnroe teamed with Michael Stich to win his fifth Wimbledon men's doubles title in a record-length 5 hour 1 minute final, which the pair won 5–7, 7–6, 3–6, 7–6, 19–17. At the end of the year, he teamed with Sampras to win the doubles rubber in the Davis Cup final, where the U.S. defeated Switzerland 3–1.

McEnroe retired from the professional tour at the end of 1992. He ended his singles career ranked 20th in the world.

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A (REAL) STORY OF VIOLENCE

Stick ninjas, movie bodies, gym or dismembered. And explosions, of course. Add Mark Wahlberg, Dwayne Johnson and Anthony Mackie and you will have director Michael Bay in your gravy. Insurance? Because 'Pain and Money', a comedy based on an implausible crime but real as life itself, is one of the surprises of the year.

D ios, I'd love to make a sequel to this film , confesses Michael Bay to FOTOGRAMAS. His enthusiasm is sincere and shows that Pain and Money , shot between two huge Transformers installments , has been a break for the most pyrotechnic director in Hollywood. But unfortunately I cannot , he adds at the moment, aware of how difficult it is to follow a true story with its protagonists already behind bars. I had a great time filming it because it was like going back to film school. The budget was very, very small so we had to control ourselves. You have to find ways to make it look expensive but cheap and fast.And it was. Bay shot in 40 days and with a budget of 20.8 million euros, small change compared to almost 6 months and 160 million euros that cost his last robotic delivery, Transformers: The Dark Side of the Moon (2011).

REAL FACTS

Probably the epigraph based on real events has never been as necessary as in Pain and Money because history is loaded with frankly inexplicable situations. This is a classic case in which reality trumps fiction , says producer Donald De Line. The studios had problems accepting the script. I think if it had been all fiction it would never have been shot . In the end we got the green light ... Although it cost: Michael Bay had his eye on this incredible true story a decade ago. I was looking fora wacky comedy and I liked the mix of characters. His vital philosophy is insane. These are people whose happiness depends on the size of their triceps or the size of their pecs,  Oral turinabol ,recalls the director. After promoting the last Transformers I said to the studio: I'm going to make this movie. I will do it very fast and I will still have time for Transformers 4 ... But I will do it.

Although the events occurred in the mid-1990s, the origin of the script is found in a series of articles by journalist Pete Collins published in the Miami New Times years later. That's where we get the tone, says screenwriter Christopher Markus. Collins demonstrates a great mastery of combining the comic and the macabre. In fact, it is a great manipulator and makes the reader go where he wants. Navigate that fine line very well. Our hope was to keep that tone and do it justice. Markus has written the script with Stephen McFeely. The tandem has written four hands in the saga The Chronicles of Narnia and the Captain America . McFeely finishes:The most surprising thing about the real story is that everything went so far with so little intelligence behind it . They were a perfect combination, if you can call it that, of stupidity and evil.

The script is faithful to the facts and the essence of those characters who injected anabolics into the American dream. A shortcut that led them to plan a perfect crime and trade their beginnings ... for others. Michael Bay is also a man of principle: I didn't want to talk to them ... But I did want to talk to people who knew them . A few extras in the gym were colleagues of his and said they were charming. They were actually manipulators. I think what we learned from the detective on the case and from the published stories was more than enough material to move on.

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The actors had to deal with evil characters who, however, had to connect with the public. We knew that our mission was to make them nice enough that you wanted to accompany them on their journey even though you were not necessarily on their side , reflects Mark Wahlberg , who later discovers: The truth is that I didn't think about it too much either. What he wanted was to show both his obsession with bodybuilding and make it clear that this guy was a care nut.

ROLL IN MIAMI

The real events occurred in Miami and it was not a problem for Michael Bay to move production there. It is my third movie in Miami. I live here for a few years. The city is very kind to me and has done its best to help me. It has a special texture, an interesting cultural mix, many different looks . I have tried to make a movie with many colors. Bay is not the only member of the team living in Miami. Dwayne Johnson has been installed in the city for more than 20 years and perfectly remembers the gym where the kidnapping plan was cooked. The Sun Gym, at the time, was an infamous site and appears very precisely in the film, Johnson says.When I was training the Hurricanes, the University of Miami football team, some cops who exercised with us also frequented that gym. The stories they told were not to sleep.

PAIN AND MUSCLE

The leading trio, Wahlberg, Johnson and Mackie, despite being actors who are not short of muscle, went through a long training process. Dwayne Johnson, champion of fighting infinity of times, had to add 6 kilos of muscular mass. Mark Wahlberg had to win 20. He dropped me at the gym at 4:30 in the morning, before going to the shoot, he says. Anthony Mackie and I train together. We were very disciplined, real professionals ... But Dwayne did not deign to let us train with him. It said: There is only one Rock in the city ... And shit like that . Wahlberg takes every opportunity to pinch his castmate. Just like Johnson. His is a muscular bromance .

But if there is anyone who takes the brunt of it all it is Tony Shalhoub. The protagonist of the TV series Monk plays Victor Kershaw, an arrogant millionaire, hated by all and who the band turns into his target. His character is not only kidnapped and tortured: they also try to murder him up to three times ... Without success. The story is real , the actor insists in solidarity with our disbelief. They crashed his car but he was wearing a seat belt. They tried to burn his vehicle and then he was run over a few times. It is a miracle that he survived. I think his secret was hatred: He hated these guys. That gave him strength to live.In this incredible tale, the only one who seems to have his head in his place is Ed DuBois, the detective who wanted to listen to Kershaw and unmasked those shoddy criminals. I met my character midway through the shoot, Ed Haris, the person in charge of embodying it , tells us. It was a relief to find someone to validate this crazy story . When playing someone real you feel a certain responsibility, you want to preserve the essence of that person. Harris, who already worked with Michael Bay on La Roca (1996), remembers how he reacted after reading the script. I burst out laughing , he tells us between laughs. I thought it was genuinely flamboyant. When Michael offered me the character I said to myselfOf course, it will be fun!

TRANSFORMERS 4

The filming of Pain and Money left Michael Bay and Mark Wahlberg with such a good taste that they plan to repeat as a de facto-blockbuster couple with Transformers 4. This new chapter, scheduled for release next summer, represents a rebirth of the saga . The previous installments continue to exist but there is a reason why the cast changes completely , advances the director. A film has to make me feel full, that it presents itself as a challenge. If not, I don't. This new tape does it. With it I will do things that I have not yet done and I want to try. Like shooting in IMAX 3D, a more difficult still that excites Bay ... But will he return to small movies? Damn of courseApostille.

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#11 - 4th of July Recap, Fireworks, Squats, Recipes, Sun Exposure Benefits, Cell Phone Addiction & More

In a special 4th of July Recap Edition of Wise Eats, we take a look back at my exact diet from 4th of July, 2009 and compare it to 4th of July 2019. Along the way, there’s some fitness tips, obnoxiousness, and some MACHO MADNESS. Episode 11 is a 4th of July extravaganza! Among the topics discussed:

4th of July 2019 Recap including my “Squats and Fireworks” holiday video

This Day in Diet History: July 4, 2009 vs July 4, 2019

My past, current, and future weight lifting routines

Overcoming cell phone addiction

What motivates me to remain healthy and physically fit

Recipes of the Week

Episode Timestamps

Intro: If I can achieve my best body ever, YOU CAN TOO. (00:40)

Welcome to Episode 11! It’s time for some 4th of July Madness! (2:20)

4th of July 2019 Recap including my “Squats and Fireworks” holiday video. (3:10)

This Day in Diet History: July 4, 2009 vs July 4, 2019. (4:05)

My ridiculous 2009 binge including Captain Crunch Peanut Butter Brunch Cereal, Pizza, Beer, Cheeseburgers, Breakfast Sandwiches from McDonald’s, Little Caesar’s, Taco Bell, Checkers, and more. (5:00)

How crash dieting led me to losing 90lbs but also to being sick and unhealthy. (6:30)

My new and improved 2019 diet and lifestyle. Spoiler Alert: GAINS. (6:45)

Exact meal breakdown from 4th of July 2019. (7:10)

One of my FAVORITE healthy snacks: Frozen Cherries. (8:20)

My amazing chocolate protein shake ingredients. (8:50)

4th of July Cheat Meals, including Wally’s Frozen Custard. (9:20)

Why I want to lead by example. (9:45)

Why I used to sleep in the bathroom at work. (10:10)

Partying ever day with no regard to my health or future. (10:30)

Dealing with loss and how it motivates me to stay fit and healthy. (10:50)

My addiction to fitness and healthy lifestyle. (11:25)

Summer is here! FINALLY. Benefits of sun exposure. (12:15)

How I went from a pale white, easily sunburnt kid to a sun worshipper. (13:00)

How kettlebell workouts in the sun were a GAMECHANGER. (13:30)

My favorite sun protectant for the sun: coconut oil. (13:55)

My current workout regimen: Mike Matthews’ Beyond Bigger Leaner Stronger. (14:35)

My previous workout regimen: Mike Matthews’ Bigger Leaner Stronger. (15:20)

My future weight lifting routine: MAPS Anabolic from Mind Pump. (16:20)

How my workouts breakdown for the week. (16:30)

Kettlebell Workout Videos coming soon! (16:45)

Overcoming cell phone addiction. (17:10)

My new cell phone habit: OWN YOUR MORNINGS. (17:50)

Recipes of the Week: Greek Yogurt Madness, Peanut Butter Power Bombs, Gorilla Press Power Oatmeal. (18:30)

Why many of my healthy recipe videos are pro wrestling inspired (19:05)

My favorite places to shop for Wise Eats: Costco, Amazon, and Trader Joe’s (19:50)

New videos every Wise Up Wednesday at 4pm! Like and subscribe! (20:00)

Hope you had a good 4th of July! (20:30)

Blooper Reel. (21:25)

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Morrison remembering advice from late Sir Henry Cecil ahead of Saturday’s Investec Derby 

As a young boy Hughie Morrison was given some sound advice by the late Sir Henry Cecil.

'Go and learn about life before you think about training, 'the legendary trainer told the teenager. They proved wise words and ones Morrison reflected on this week the contemplated possibility of winning the £ 1.5million Investec Derby, a race won four times by Cecil.

If Morrison, 58, who worked for a healthcare group and a lighting firm before starting training at 37, can win the 240th running of the historic race with Oisin Murphy-ridden Telecaster, Cecil's advice will have a neat symmetry.

Trainer Hughie Morrison says he's outnumbered in Saturday afternoon's Investec Derby

They also helped shape Morrison to cope with everything thrown at him.

Two years ago, there seemed a big chance that Morrison would not be in a position to saddle a runner anywhere, let alone in the Derby.

When his moderate filly Our Little Sister tested positive for a banned anabolic steroid at Wolverhampton in January 2017, the potentially faced a minimum two-year ban.

But Morrison fought to clear his name, passionately arguing he was the victim of a 'malicious plot', a scenario suppo rted by the seemingly motive-free, evidence-less doping or a poor performer in a case with no suspicious betting patterns.

An independent BHA disciplinary panel Morrison ended the 'on the balance, Mr Morrison was an innocent of any involvement 'as he was fined £ 1,000.

Ironically, news about the case emerged two years to the day that Telecaster won the Dante Stakes to emerge as the top British-based Derby hope.

Morrison said: "It was very traumatic having spent all my life trying to be straight and honest to be accused or something which had absolutely nothing to do with us.

" It was a slight on one's character. I was upset and always will be. ”

Morrison reckons fighting his case the cost him £ 150,000 and also horses. His Berkshire stables contain 70 horses but are no longer full to capacity.

They have also never potentially contained a horse like Telecaster, the son of 2008 Derby winner New Approach sent to Morrison when he failed to meet his reserve at the 2017 yearling sales.

Morrison had trained Telecaster's dam, 2012 Oaks runner Shirocco Star, and it soon saw the new recruit inherited the family talent.

But the colt did not make the track until March, when second to Bangkok, another of today's big hopes, at Doncaster.

For the past fortnight, Morrison and Telecaster's owners have had a debate about whether to pay the £ 85,000 Derby supplementary entry fee for a colt whose third career started in the Dante Stakes at York was only 16 days ago. internship when it was thought he was too immature to be an Epsom contender. Had he been left in it would have cost £ 7,860 for him to run.

So sure was Morrison that he would not be required at Epsom that he made plans to attend his nephew's wedding in Stockholm this afternoon.

Morrison, who opted to run today Telecaster after discussions with Mark Weinfeld, head of his Castle Down Racing owners and MD or his Meon Valley Stud breeders, said: 'We always thought he was a seriously nice horse and we had a long debate before initially pulling him out of the Derby in March.

'The lightbulb moment was Doncaster. I thought he'd run very well and we'd also heard Bangkok was very highly rated.

'Oisin then pressed the button and taught him to be a racehorse in his second race at Windsor. He is an intelligent horse. He picks things up very quickly. "

Morrison, who spent two years assisting trainer Paul Cole, caught the racing bug off his father James, the long-serving MP for Devises.

He owned and bred two Oaks winners – Juliette Marny (1975) and Scintillate (1979) – as well as breeding the 1978 St Army winner Julio Mariner.

Morrison, who has trained for the Queen and the Duchess of Cambridge's parents Mike and Carole Middleton, for a short time found himself House Captain in charge of a Boris Johnson during his school days at Eton.

Given that background, it may seem strange to cast him in the role of underdog but with the might of Aidan O'Brien's stable responsible for seven of the Derby 13 runners, in a sporting sense this afternoon that's what Morrison is.

The trainer joked: "I am a Southampton supporter and it's a bit like Southampton's five-a-side team taking on Manchester City's first eleven. "

The sort of challenge Cecil would have relished

Trainer Hughie Morrison says he's outnumbered in Saturday afternoon's Investec Derby but not outgunned as he saddles the leading British-trained hope Telecaster.

The Oisin Murphy-ridden winner of York's Dante Stakes face the seven-strong challenge from Aidan O'Brien's stable.

Morrison said: "I am a Southampton fan and it's a bit like Southampton's five-a-side team taking on Manchester City 's first XI.'

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