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clonerightsenthusiast · 1 year ago

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Ringer

[X-Men Comics, Gen, 4.5k words]

It was really Bobby's fault, they'd all decided (except Scott, who stoically shouldered all the blame himself, as usual). Bobby thought that if they were gonna blame him, then really it was the professor's fault for having the horseshoes where he could find them in the first place. And for leaving them unsupervised for the weekend. Was it Bobby's fault he was bored and curious?

(Yes, apparently. Whatever.)

"So it's a… game?" Scott asked skeptically, watching Bobby finish setting up the stakes outside the mansion.

"Yeah, you just throw it, dude," Bobby said, tossing a horseshoe to demonstrate.

Scott's forehead creased. "And the objective is to hook the horseshoe onto the stake?"

"Uh huh." Bobby twirled his last horseshoe on his finger. "You get points based on how close to it you get. I think. I've mostly just watched my dad play it at barbecues and stuff."

Scott hummed thoughtfully. Bobby held out the horseshoe. "It's a game for old people, so you'll probably love it," he joked.

"Very funny, Bobby," Scott said scathingly, but he took the horseshoe. He cocked his head, giving the stake a long, considering look, then tossed it.

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It landed several feet short. Scott hrmed. Bobby couldn't tell if he was mad at himself for not hitting the stake immediately or just thinking too hard. Knowing Scott, he reasoned, probably both.

"Hand me another one," Scott ordered, sticking out his hand. Oh, that was his field leader voice. He was getting serious. Bobby rolled his eyes but complied.

Scott gave the stake another measured look and tossed the horseshoe. Short again.

Bobby threw the last one. It bounced off the stake and landed a few inches away. Scott gave him such an affronted look that Bobby burst out laughing.

"Sorry, Slim," he said when he got his breath back, still snickering. "Some of us are just naturally talented."

Scott harrumphed and set off in a determined stride to collect the horseshoes.

"Just keep practicing," Bobby called after him. "Maybe some day you'll get on my level."

"It's just geometry and physics," Scott said, taking his place at the first stake again. "I'm good at geometry and physics."

"Sure, suck the joy out of it," Bobby said, elbowing him until he reluctantly gave up half the horseshoes. Scott didn't seem liable to budge, so Bobby trudged over to take the other side.

"The joy comes from figuring out how it works and executing a successful strategy," Scott corrected him, eyeing the stake again.

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, Scott. I say the joy comes from kicking your butt at something for once."

Bobby won the next game, and frankly, that was enough horseshoes for him - especially when Scott was getting visibly frustrated. He handed over the whole lot of the horseshoes and said, "You keep playing if you want. I think I've proven my superiority here."

"You've proven that you have more practice at the game," Scott said stubbornly.

Bobby snickered and waved him off to go back inside the mansion, leaving Scott to keep up his attempts to hit the ring solo.

Inside the kitchen, he found Warren poking at a bowl of half-melted ice cream with one hand and reading a book with the other. Bobby promptly flopped over his shoulder, getting a facefull of feathers for his trouble but successfully stealing a bite of ice cream in the confusion.

"Get your own, you pest," Warren said without any real heat, hunkering over the bowl. His wings lifted defensively.

"Guess what I just did," Bobby said, ignoring him to reach around and get a finger on the side of the bowl. With a little concentration, frost spread out from the point of contact across the bowl and the ice cream inside refroze. Warren begrudgingly lowered his shoulder to give him another bite in exchange for services rendered.

"What," he said flatly, elbowing Bobby until he slid off of him and onto the stool beside.

"I got Scott to play a game," he said archly. "He's outside being, like, really intense about horseshoes."

"Horseshoes barely counts as a game," Warren scoffed. "You just stand there and throw them."

"Barely is still a game," Bobby said, reaching out for the ice cream again. Warren slid it out of his reach. "This is just the first step. Next is some other grandpa game like croquet or whatever. Then we work up to stuff like Frisbee. In a few months maybe he'll even play monopoly. Hey, is there more?"

There was, indeed, more ice cream, and all thoughts of Scott and horseshoes quickly faded in its favor.

–

Scott tossed the horseshoe a couple times in his hand, feeling the weight of it. It was an odd shape. Naturally; that was what made the game what it was. Finding the proper grip on it was a process.

He held it lightly, tossing it with a flick of his wrist. The horseshoe spun off sideways, landing some feet away from the stake next to its fellows.

Scott's feet moved on their own, mechanically carrying him over to the pile of horseshoes to recollect them. His mind was occupied, considering the mechanics of that throw. Too much torque, clearly. He was throwing too much with the wrist. Maybe if he kept his wrist straight and instead rotated more at the elbow…

He would get this. There was no doubt in his mind as he took his place at the line again. He would figure this out. It was only a matter of time.

–

"Has anyone seen Scott?" Jean asked, levitating a slice of pizza out of Hank's reach. "I tried to tell him the pizza was here but he didn't answer."

Hank planted one giant hand on Warren's face and shoved him back long enough to snatch his own slice. "Scott understands the consequences of being tardy to pizza night," he said, fending off Bobby with his other elbow.

"He's never been 'tardy' in his life," Warren said, shoving Hank's hand aside with a pointed glare. "It's good for him."

"Maybe he's still playing horseshoes," Bobby joked through a mouthful of pizza, squirming into the narrow space on the couch between Hank and Warren. "Or he got kidnapped by Magneto."

"Ugh, don't even mention Magneto," Warren groaned, begrudgingly shifting over to make room. "We're on vacation."

"If only the enemies of mutantkind likewise went 'on vacation'," Hank teased. "Maybe we could work out a schedule."

"Bobby, what do you mean, playing horseshoes?" Jean asked, settling herself on the arm of the couch.

"I found stakes and horseshoes in the garage under a bunch of tarps and stuff," Bobby said. "Scott was playing it earlier. But that was, like, hours ago. He's probably just reading one of the professor's old man books and didn't notice you calling."

"It's not an old man book just because it doesn't have pictures, Bob," Warren said, smirking as Bobby stuck his tongue out at him.

"Scott's a big boy, Jeannie," Hank said, patting her arm. "He'll come in when he gets hungry. Although," he added, eyes lighting up in inspiration, "perhaps we could entice him with the siren sounds of a motion picture?"

"Only if it's one of the professor's old movies from back before the dawn of time," Warren snarked.

"We are not watching a black and white movie!" Bobby squawked, popping up straight-backed with an expression of pure affront.

"A film's quality isn't determined by its use of color photography, Robert," Hank said, looking down at him over his glasses.

"Uh, yes it is," Bobby shot back.

"You boys argue about this," Jean said, hopping down from the arm of the couch. "I'll go make popcorn. You better make a decision by the time I get back, or I get to pick the movie."

That set off a new wave of arguing, and Scott was quickly forgotten.

–

Thunk.

The horseshoe hit the stake solidly and bounced off, skipping along the grass once before coming to rest. Scott hummed, weighing the last horseshoe in his hand. Shoulder. Elbow. Wrist. His grip, the placement of his fingers along the groove of the horseshoe. His hips and feet, the bend in his knees… there were so many variables that went into a throw even before it left his hand. The wind, the angle of the stake, how hard the ground was - these also affected his outcomes, but he couldn't control those.

Distinguishing between what was in and out of his control was a vital skill as field leader, and one of the first things Scott determined in every situation he walked into. He couldn't change the weather (wouldn't that be something, having a mutant power to change the weather!) but he could control himself, break each throw down into its component elements and through trial and error and intuition determine the ideal state of each one to achieve his goal. Make a plan, and then put it into action. There was nothing more satisfying than successfully executing a plan.

The light faded around him but it barely registered to Scott. The night was clear and the moon was bright enough that he could make out the stake and collect the horseshoes - and by now he was certain he could hit the stake with his eyes closed. It was just another variable to account for. And he could account for it. He would.

Thunk.

Scott's heart skipped a beat as the horseshoe hit the stake and rattled around it before bouncing off to hit the ground close by. That was the sound of progress. He almost had it.

He just had to keep going.

–

Jean slept in, a rare luxury born of the professor's absence. She woke to bright sunlight filtering through her gauzy curtains, and took her time stretching and basking in the warmth and joy of one last day of no responsibilities before finally sliding out of bed to get dressed and see what the boys were up to.

Warren and Hank were both in the kitchen, divvying up the newspaper. Hank called a garbled greeting around the pencil in his mouth as he set to the crossword. Jean hummed pleasantly in response as she opened the fridge to retrieve the milk, using her telekinesis to get the pantry at the same time.

The box of cereal abruptly dropped to the counter as she got distracted, frowning at the contents of the fridge. The last slice of pizza she'd jealously guarded from the boys and set away for Scott last night was still there. She leaned back and half-closed the door again and sure enough the note in her own neat handwriting letting him know was still stuck to it.

"All right, Jeannie?" Warren's voice prompted her to grab the milk and let the fridge close properly, shaking her head.

"Yes, just – is Scott up yet?" Jean asked, picking up the cereal again with her telekinesis to shake some into a bowl while she poured the milk. She brought it over to the table where the boys were sitting, and Warren graciously pulled out a chair for her.

She knew him well enough to catch the disappointment that flashed across his face as she asked about Scott, but didn't say anything; she didn't want to encourage their silly rivalry. Warren, to his credit, gave no hint of it as he replied.

"I saw him this morning when I went out for an early flight," he said. "He was out there by himself playing horseshoes. Didn't even look up when I buzzed him." He did sound disappointed by that, and Jean snorted into her cornflakes. Boys.

Hank glanced up from the crossword, adjusting his glasses. "Pardon me, Warren – did you say you saw Scott playing horseshoes early this morning?"

"Sure did, Hank," Warren said. "Why, what's all the interest in Scott this morning?"

"It's only that when I went out to retrieve the morning's paper – hardly ten minutes ago – he was out on the lawn, tossing horseshoes, as you say," Hank said. "I'm merely surprised such a simple game has captivated our fearless leader for so long. It seems rather below a strategic mind of his caliber."

Warren whistled. "That's what, a couple hours straight of horseshoes? He must be going stir-crazy without the professor giving him X-Men duties. I was wondering why he hasn't bullied us into the Danger Room all weekend."

"Be nice," Jean admonished him, elbowing his side. "It's good that he's having fun."

"Personally, I'm glad he's found a way to have fun that doesn't involve shooting at me with eye blasts," Warren said with a smirk. "But I bet you and I could come up with something way more fun to do than horseshoes."

Jean smiled at him beatifically. "That sounds like a great idea, Warren," she said blithely. "You go get Bobby, and I'll pick a board game."

Warren looked pained for just a second before manfully accepting that he'd blundered into a trap of his own making and accepting his fate. "Sounds great, Jeannie," he said, getting up from the table and tucking his section of the paper under one arm. "You coming, Hankster?"

"Give me just a moment to complete today's puzzle and I'll gladly join you," Hank said, and Warren waved in acknowledgment and slouched off to find Bobby, hands slung in his pockets. Hank turned an admonishing eye on Jean. "That was mean of you," he said.

"Oh, he asked for it, and you know it," she said, snickering. Jean tipped her bowl back to slurp the last of the milk and stood up, wiping her mouth. "I'll see you in the living room. Bring Scott if he comes in."

"Naturally," Hank said, bending back to his crossword. "I'll only be a moment."

–

The horseshoe sliced through the air and dropped in a neat arc over the top of the stake, clanking against the others sitting at its base. Mechanically, Scott pulled his arm back, transferred the next horseshoe to his throwing arm, reset his stance, and tossed it.

It followed the same path through the air and hooked itself on the stake, sliding down to rest on the small pile of its fellows. A satisfied smile broke through Scott's focused expression as he walked the well-trodden path from the line to the stake and back again, laden once again with horseshoes. He barely had to think about it anymore; he'd done it, he'd solved it, and now it was just throw, retrieve, repeat, in smooth, soothing, repetitive motions, with the bonus satisfaction of seeing each throw land exactly where he wanted it to.

He could do this forever.

–

"HaHA! Take that, Harvard boy!" Bobby crowed, leaping to his feet. "Who's the businessman now?"

Warren groaned and tipped back against the couch in defeat. "You know I haven't actually gone to Harvard," he grumbled. "And Monopoly is hardly a test of real business acumen."

"Oh, don't break out the big words just because you lost," Bobby said, jabbing a finger at him, still grinning.

"It's not a big word just because you don't know what it means, Bob," Warren said, swatting his finger out of his face.

"Oh, don't be a sore loser, Warren," Jean piped up. She and Hank, long since eliminated from the game, had curled up instead in the armchairs to heckle the both of them.

"Go easy on him, Jeannie," Hank said, affecting a serious expression while barely suppressing a laugh. "Bankruptcy is a new experience for him."

"Yeah, and being rich is a new one for me!" Bobby said, tossing handfuls of flimsy paper money in the air.

"Yes, we can tell," Warren said dryly.

"Okay, okay," Jean broke in before Bobby could get out whatever affronted response bubbled up, covering her mouth with one hand to hide her snickering. "Good job, Bobby, you won fair and square."

"Thank you, Jean," Bobby said, sticking his tongue out at Warren.

Warren tossed his top hat token at him, bouncing it off his forehead. "All right, enough Monopoly," he said before Bobby could respond. His wings shot out at awkward angles as he levered himself to his feet, sweeping dice and money off the coffee table. "There's no getting those hours of our lives back. Let's clean up this mess and find something more worthwhile to do with our time."

Jean made eye contact with Hank before rolling her eyes, provoking snickers from him as they both got up to help pack away the game.

"You just hate when I win anything," Bobby said, elbowing Warren.

"New experiences are always difficult," Warren said smoothly. He caught a sputtering Bobby in a headlock and dug the knuckles of his free hand into his scalp for a few seconds before releasing him. "There, there's your victory noogie, mister winner," he said.

"All I ask is acknowledgement," Bobby sniffed, dropping onto his stomach to fish out the money that had found its way under the couch. "Where's Scott? I want him to witness my victory."

"Maybe he's still playing horseshoes," Warren said, reaching out to accept the tokens from Hank and drop them in the box. "I take back what I said about having more fun than him."

"Oh come on, he's not still playing horseshoes," Bobby said. "It's been a whole day."

"What? No, I mean since this morning," Warren said, giving him a strange look.

"He went back out this morning? He must really like horseshoes," Bobby said, flopping down on the couch.

Jean checked her watch. "It's been hours," she said. "He must have come in. Hank, did you see him come in while we were in here?"

"No, I can't say I did, Jeannie," Hank said.

Jean frowned and looked over her shoulder at the foyer. "I'll just…" she trailed off as she got up and headed for the door.

The boys exchanged glances before Warren shut the Monopoly box and they all got up to follow her.

Jean propped herself up against the threshold of the big front door, watching Scott on the lawn. He threw a horseshoe, neatly hooking it over the stake in front of him. Two more followed in quick succession. Scott threw his whole complement of horseshoes, then marched up to the stake, picked them up, and started all over again.

"Wow, he got really good at that."

Bobby's voice made her jump. She looked over her shoulder to see the other three boys coming up behind her. Jean looked at them, then back at Scott, who seemed perfectly oblivious to being watched. She squinted, taking in his practiced, mechanical movements, and the way he swayed slightly when he stopped by the near stake.

"Did anybody see him come in last night?" she asked, biting her thumbnail.

The boys muttered, conferring with each other, and the consensus was reached that no, nobody had. Making up her mind, Jean planted a hand on Bobby's shoulder and shoved him forward.

"Go ask him how long he's been playing," she ordered him.

"What?" Bobby squawked. "Why me?"

"Just do it, Bob," Warren said.

Outnumbered, Bobby shot them a mutinous look before tromping off across the lawn towards Scott.

Scott didn't respond as Bobby approached, and Bobby took the opportunity to look him up and down. Okay, so maybe he did look a little tired. And there was a muddy line through the grass between the stakes that definitely hadn't been there when he set them up yesterday. So maybe Jean had a point.

Bobby cleared his throat. "Hey, Scotty," he said from a safe distance. Not that there was a particularly safe distance to surprise Scott Summers from.

Scott's head snapped up sharply at the sound of his voice and fixed on Bobby. He couldn't see his eyes behind his glasses, but he could imagine Scott's focus shifting.

"Hi, Bobby," Scott said, then cleared his throat when it came out hoarse.

"So, uh," Bobby said, scuffing the grass with the toe of his shoe. "You like horseshoes, huh?"

"Huh? Oh." Scott looked down at the horseshoes in his hand. "Yeah, it's really satisfying."

"I guess you took me kicking your butt pretty seriously, huh?" Bobby joked. When Scott gave him a blank look, he cleared his own throat and asked, "How long have you been out here practicing?"

"Oh. Since we played, I guess," Scott said.

Bobby stared at him.

Scott looked back.

"Cool." Bobby said. "Uh. Be right back." He turned and fled back to the others, waiting anxiously in the doorway.

"Well?" Hank asked as he skidded to a stop, peering at him from around Warren's wings and over Jean's shoulder.

"He's lost it," Bobby blurted out. "He's been playing since yesterday. Like, straight. That's, like. More than twenty four hours! What time is it?" He grabbed Warren's wrist to check his watch. "Twenty seven hours! Twenty seven hours of horseshoes! We're gonna be in so much trouble. We have to tell the professor we broke Scott!"

"Bobby, calm down," Jean said firmly. She planted both hands on Bobby's shoulders. "We didn't break Scott."

"Besides, it's not a we. You got him playing," Warren said. "This is your fault."

"I hate to say it, Robert, but he has a point," Hank said.

"Hey!" Bobby protested.

"Boys," Jean snapped. "It doesn't matter whose fault it is. What matters is that we snap Scott out of it before the professor comes back tomorrow. So. Bobby." She used her grip on his shoulders to turn him around so he was facing the lawn again. "Go pull out the stakes."

"What?" Bobby yelped. "I can't do that!"

"Sure you can," she said encouragingly. "Just yank them out."

"Why me?" he complained. "What if he blasts me?"

"He's not gonna blast you," Jean said. "And you have to do it because you started it."

"Jean."

"Bobby. Go." With a firm push to his shoulders, Jean sent him stumbling once again back towards Scott.

Bobby trudged back over, shoulders hunched and grumbling to himself under his breath the whole way.

"Okay, Scott," he said, walking past him to the target stake. His shoulder itched where he could tell Scott was staring at him. "Game's over. This is for your own good, so don't blast me, got it?" Bobby tried to sound authoritative, and then realized he was doing an impression of Scott, and quickly changed tack. "Jean says you can't play anymore, and you should probably, like, sleep, dude," he said.

"Hey, what're–" Scott started to say as Bobby grabbed the stake. He made a strangled noise as Bobby ignored him and yanked it out of the ground, slinging it over his shoulder.

"Scott, you've been playing for twenty seven hours, dude," Bobby said, pointing the stake at him. "Pack it in."

Scott stopped short, cocking his head. Does not compute. Recalculating, Bobby thought hysterically, resisting the urge to laugh at him.

"Has it really been that long?" Scott finally asked, a little sheepishly.

"Yeah, Scotty," Bobby said. "And if the professor finds out we let you do that he's gonna be pissed at us, so go sleep it off before the rest of us get in trouble."

Scott huffed and shook his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose right below his glasses. "Sure. Yeah, Bobby, okay, let's go inside."

Bobby's shoulders slumped in relief. "Great. C'mon." He slung an arm around Scott's shoulders and steered him towards the door where the rest of the team waited.

–

It was like Bobby had broken a spell, and all at once Scott found himself exhausted, sore, starving, thirsty, and in desperate need of the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later found him perched on a stool at the counter, trying to eat a cold slice of pizza like a human being and not a rabid monster. He raised it slowly with his right arm and winced as the sore muscles screamed at him. He shifted uncomfortably and swapped it to the other hand.

A second later, a blessed cold landed on his upper arm, and Scott glanced sideways to see Bobby pressing an icy hand to his bicep. The corner of his lips twitched upwards into a grateful smile and Bobby smiled sheepishly back.

"So," Warren said, breaking the awkward silence and forcing Scott to acknowledge the rest of his teammates standing around and staring at him. His shoulders hunched self-consciously. "I think I speak for all of us when I say: what the hell, Scott?"

Scott cleared his throat. "I, uh. I guess I just didn't notice how long I'd been out there." It sounded lame, even though it was true. He'd known, abstractly, that he'd been at it for a while. It just hadn't registered as worthy of his attention when he had horseshoes to throw.

"Right. Well," Jean said. "The professor doesn't get back till tomorrow morning, so you can get plenty of sleep tonight and it'll be like nothing happened."

"Okay," Scott said. He didn't know what else to say. He kind of wanted to curl up into a ball until he was so small his friends couldn't see him so they'd stop looking at him.

Jean, bless her, flapped her hands at Warren and Hank, both on the same side of the counter as her, ushering them away. "Okay, okay, let him eat," she said. "Go turn the TV on. We have one more night of doing nothing left. See you tomorrow, Scott."

Hank and Warren let themselves be herded, calling their own goodnights back to Scott as they left the kitchen. Scott waved as they left, then glanced back at Bobby and took another bite of pizza.

"So, uh," Bobby said. "I guess we can say you probably win the next match. You definitely have more practice than me now."

Scott huffed again. "I think I should probably stay away from horseshoes from now on," he said ruefully. "We can chalk this up as a learning experience and move on."

"That's fair," Bobby said. "Eternal draw, then?"

A smile crept over Scott's face and he ducked his head. "Sure. Eternal draw." A huge yawn split his face and he shook his head. "Okay, okay, I should go to bed. See you tomorrow, Bobby."

"G'night, Scotty," Bobby chirped, taking his hand back and heading off after the other three.

Scott shoved the last of the pizza in his mouth and dug his fingers into his sore muscles, filling up a glass of water to take with him upstairs. He wondered what he would say if the professor asked him what he did with his weekend. Training, sir, he imagined himself saying. He had, after all, proved the point he'd set out to prove: repetition and practice were enough to master any skill. Even if he wouldn't be repeating this particular experiment any time soon. Or probably ever.

Professor Xavier probably wouldn't even question him. He didn't need to know the exact form the training took. It would be their little secret, the five of them. Scott muffled his private smile in his shirt and trudged up the stairs to bed, the sounds of his teammates bickering and shushing each other floating up after him.

#scott summers #x men #xmen #bobby drake #jean grey #warren worthington iii #hank mccoy #my fic #im FREE im free of the curse of the 27 hours of horseshoes ive excised the brainworms and put them in this fic

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slytherinshua · 3 months ago

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YES SLEEPOVER ‼️‼️ (we literally live on different continents)

also can you please do..... queen aespa.... for the questions stuff 👉👈 OR TXT. YOU CAN CHOOSE

-🪿

yeah didn't think abt that.... ALSO HEHE YES ILL DO BOTH ☝️

so for aespa

fan or not: yes but only casual

how long i’ve been a fan: ummm one day i just knew all their faces bro idk... like maybe spicy era??

first song i heard by them: next level

first mv i saw: black mamba i think

first bias: ningning

current bias and why: i think its still ningning i love her vocals sm

bias wrecker(s): karina!!

favourite song: supernova or hold on tight (i haven't listened to many bsides 😞)

favourite mv: drama

favourite era: i think armeggedon era

favourite choreography: omg that's so hard maybe armeggedon tho its so iconic but black mamba is also like THE icon

who i think is the best-looking: karina

who i think is the cutest: ningning

best singer: ningning

best dancer: karina

best rapper: giselle

an unpopular opinion about the group/members (if i have any): uhm i think i liked their brighter sound that they did for better things better than most ppl. i definitely preferred that song to next level or girls or even savage. but their sound rn is their best sound for sure

and for txt

fan or not: yes they're my ults 👹

how long i’ve been a fan: around fight or escape era.... like i just remember stanning them sometime summer 2021

first song i heard by them: i think anti romantic

first mv i saw: i remember watching frost mv (not perf but mv) but i feel like that wasn't actually my first... its all so hard to remember lmfao but probably loser lover, lovesong, or frost

first bias: taehyun

current bias and why: taehyun for eternity bro he is just..... my man

bias wrecker(s): kai and soob <3 everyone

favourite song: their whole discography eternally, ito, opening sequence, everlasting shine, deja vu, ghosting, farewell neverland, magic island (damn i rly did just list like half their songs clearly i can't pick)

favourite mv: don't say eternally cause it doesn't count.... UHHHH lovesong or weirdly gbgb japanese, or sugar rush ride

favourite era: eternity

favourite choreography: we'll never change broke me as a choreography so currently its that but previously it would've been new rules, cwjltma, or no rules

who i think is the best-looking: im biased as fuck so taehyun beomgyu

who i think is the cutest: taehyun (real answer this time tho)

best singer: taehyun

best dancer: yeonjun

best rapper: yeonjun

an unpopular opinion about the group/members (if i have any): ummm ig this could count as unpopular cause the txt antis are many but txt are 4th gen leaders and they're more talented as 5 than some groups are with 8+ members (this is not targeted at skz i swear) anyway stan txt they're the best

SO BASICALLY MORAL OF THE STORY IS AESPA AND TXT 4TH GEN LEADERS ☝️

send me a kpop group ask game !!!

#﹒inbox　𓈃　ⵌ #﹒games　𓈃　ⵌ #﹒🪿 anon　𓈃　ⵌ

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mhcoolfacts · 2 years ago

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Monster Hunter concepts Pt. 2: The Raptors II

After covering the raptor monsters from earlier gens it's time for those introduced from Monster Hunter Tri onwards. That brings us to the Jaggis and co.

The young males are known as Jaggi, the adult females Jaggia, and the alpha is known as Great Jaggi. This updated naming convention, using "Great" instead of the "-drome" suffix is not the only significant change in early bosses. It is clear that these small pink dinosaurs are an improvement over the Preys of previous generations, with a less rigid posture that feels bird-like and natural. Their pink and lilac colouration is also an interesting choice and somehow doesn't feel so out of place, and the frills on the sides of their head are a nice alternative to a crest. The Great Jaggi also improves the evolution of an leader design, as unlike Velocidrome, it isn't just a larger Velociprey with a larger crest: its body is way more robust and heavy, it has large hooked claws and bigger spikes on its tail, as well as a more prominent frill and a white mane running through it's neck and tail. It feels more menacing, or at least, menacing enough for a first boss fight. Can you hear it? AUGH AUGH AUGH. This monster is beloved by fans (despite being a punching bag) and it is definitely deserved, hopefully it will come back in future games.

Then we have Baggi and Great Baggi from the freezing Tundra (and also the Frost Islands), blue-yellow relatives of the Jaggi with a forward facing crest, their design might not be as elaborate, but the different limb shape and patches of fur are nice little changes that make them feel different enough. The Great Baggi doesn't fail to appear as a stronger boss either, thanks to its piercing yellow eyes, large crest and thicker limbs. The sleeping spit of these blue beasts also offers an additional level of difficulty.

Lastly for 3rd gen we have Wroggi and Great Wroggi, these are the most odd-looking of the bunch. Like Ioprey and Iodrome, their design has more amphibian traits, with a shiny orange skin and inflatable throat sacs. Wroggis sport two blue sacs on the sides, while Great Wroggi has a single, large purple sac as display structure. They are also poisonous, but unlike Iopreys, they emit this poison in a cloud that stays for a bit, making the fight against Great Wroggi a bit more interesting, breaking the throat sac of Great Wroggi also reduces its spitting ability, adding a tactical advantage to the break. Other elements on their design, including their narrow snout and multiple flaps on the forelegs and tail, kind of give it a feel of being semiaquatic despite being terrestrial.

While I wanted to talk about the etymology of the 3rd gen raptors, the truth is that it isn't really known. Theories include that Jaggi comes from "jagged" (due to their jagged tails), baggi comes from, well, "baggy" (referencing its sleep-inducing ability) and Wroggi (Furogi in Japanese) seems to come from "froggy" (ribbit ribbit). But honestly, it possibly is something less obvious.

In 4th gen we didn't get a new raptor until MH Generations with the Maccao and Great Maccao, these jumpy fellows have a pretty fancy design based on tropical birds: a yellow crest, vibrant red skin and green feathers on the body. They are also feisty and use their spiked tails and scuted limbs to hit you. The Great Maccao also uses a variety of movements including kicks and punches, something that previous raptors didn't really do, this makes its fight incredibly fresh and fun (if only it didn't last less than 5 minutes). The theme of this monster is clearly based on martial arts, and the name Maccao reflects this: while you may think it comes from "macaw", you couldn't be more wrong, as it is actually a combination of the taiwanese words Màt (punch) y Káo (knee).

Lastly we have the Izuchi and Great Izuchi that were introduced relatively recently in Monster Hunter Rise. Following the theme in the game around the yokai, it is quite obvious that this monster is based on the Kamaitachi, a weasel-like yokai with sickle-like limbs that travels in whirlwinds and leaves small cuts on people before they notice. Its chestnut fur is clearly based on a weasel, while the sickle tail on Great Izuchi is its predominant trait and main weapon. The most innovative gimmick of its fight, however, is that it always travels with two Izuchis and combines attacks with them. This raptor fight is by far the one that feels the most like a team fight. Lastly, to mention its etymology, unlike other "dromes" and "greats", the Japanese name for the Great Itachi isn't Dosuizuchi, but Osaizuchi, this is a combination of 長 osa (leader), 飯綱 izuna (weasel) y 窮奇 kamaitachi. Pretty cool right?

#monster hunter #etymology #great jaggi #jaggi #great izuchi #monster hunter rise #mh rise

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solarxpunk · 11 months ago

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night-ingale.

PROMPT: [ NIGHT-INGALE ]: after being badly beaten, one muse shows up on the other muse’s doorstep, pleading for help. the other obliges, brings them in and gently cleans their wounds, bandaging them up, helping them as much as they can while quiet confessions and gentle pleas happen. basically, angst and emotion and hurt and comfort, and it’s DELICIOUS–

ft. @rctinamaze

❝ ━━ :

i found myself thinking about eli’s words from our first reunion.

“…you’re always alone…”

and here i was, alone, … again. it stings a little more now than it did then. yet it proved the same point i made just a year before—things were far easier this way. there was no fear of losing someone you loved. no—i’d much prefer the solace of my thoughts over that.

the memory repeats itself, as is usual when i find myself alone in my head.

“I have to go back…”

I didn’t… and while it wasn’t truly my responsibility, it somehow still felt like it was.

The radio frequency was clear that night, and it felt like my only opportunity ever to find them again; coordinates broadcasted in code calling for reinforcements were uncommon for underground militias. I panicked it’d be their last message ever. surely I needed to take this seriously…right?

—GEN leader has been captured, operation safehouse is in action—

“they’re alone—eli. I have to go back. I can’t just forget them…

...come with me…”

it would be a short-lived trip, one that resulted in the closure of a chapter, but opened the beginning of a new one: where would I go from here? who would I go with? would I return to those who once believed in me, but whose silence was equally as damning when I was cast out…or would I choose them, the crew of misfits that I was growing to love and of course him, alongside them?

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small taps echoing near the entrance of my shelter rip me away from the scenarios replaying in my mind. it had been weeks since I came across anyone and I saw no traces of being followed in my travels. this abandoned wooden cottage, which had survived the war and all its environmental peril, served as a respite from the cooling temperature. while seasons were not as predictable as they once were, something told me the bone-settling chill of old man winter lingered outside the small camp I’ve settled into. The only source of light was behind me now, a strong roaring fire that i tended to for hours, entranced by its dancing flames and glowing embers.

i grab my gun, ready it for action, and inch closer to the sound, clinking and clanking as if stumbling toward my location. quickly a sweaty palm extends towards the doorknob, shaking as it grips the door open. the warmth of the room dissipates and the sharp grip of frost greets me.

“find your own camp—” i state with an air of authority, pointing my gun at the figure that soon collapsed onto their knees leaving me stunned.

i hadn’t seen him in months, not since our fight. not since the night i left him, ignoring the pleas to stay behind, to be patient, and that we’d figure it out together. i can barely make out the words that slip from his mouth, but i know he needs help. battered, bruised, and bloody; his trembling body lets me know he’s accomplished a lot getting here in this winter freeze. my gun is reholstered and i fall onto my knees, pulling him towards my embrace instinctively. panic is settling inside of me as i take a thorough look at him. i stand hurriedly, knowing that the longer we stay out here, the quicker we’ll be frostbitten or at risk of attack.

“what happened to you eli?” i say rhetorically as i shift the majority of his weight onto my own, practically dragging him behind me into the shelter. the fire greets us with its warmth again, and i place him beside it as gently as i can manage. in my usual frenzy-panic of energy, i run quickly around the room, looking for blankets and my medical supplies. i dump the contents of my canteen into a pot and place it beside the fire, letting the water boil as i gather the rest of the items. i’m avoiding looking at him as much as i can, feeling the familiar pang of hurt settling into the darkest parts of my mind, gripping at my heart and threatening to squeeze the life out of me.

ripping a cloth in half, i pull aside the pot from the heat source, and dump the fabric into it, wincing as the boiled water particles sear my skin, gnawing to enter into bloodstream. it was easier to not meet his eyes by focusing on this instead. i am gentle with my touch, letting the warm and damp cloth glide over his skin. it absorbs the mixture of blood and sweat ravenously. how many wounds have we tended to collectively, i wonder.

i don’t know how much time passes but the repetitive motion eases the thumping against my chest and the flush of blood that rose to my eardrums, matching the beat of the organ. his arm reaches for mine and he places it against his chest, against his heart. he knows what he’s doing, and i stop in my tracks, finally looking at the man in his entire state; weak and at the brink of collapse, but somehow filled with the familiar intensity i admired most about him. he opens his mouth to say something, but i quickly move my hand to cover his lips with my index finger.

“preserve your energy,” i caution him, before replenishing the cloth with fresh water. i cleanse the wounds across his forehead and his cheeks, and i feel mine warming from the chocolate hues intensely watching me. the full of his lashes are as clear to me now as they were the first time we kissed. now there’s a sense of familiarity and it’s evident how much i missed him, even if i was too stubborn to admit it; a shared trait between the two of us. despite his state, i find it difficult to ignore how much he reminded me of home.

“it was supposed to be us together…” i finally whisper, letting the flush of emotions wash over me. for once i let some of the droplets forming on my lids crash before i angrily wipe the rest away with my forearm, refocusing on the matter at hand. “now you come here, wounded and on the brink of death…” my voice cracks and my words sound angrier than i intend them to be. “why now?” i ask, letting my hands fall from his wounds and focus entirely on him. i don’t know what to expect, but i let time find a comfortable seat between us, uncertain if he’ll answer me or pass out before he can muster the strength. either way, my imagination is starting to get the best of me — running back to the memories of our last encounter…

i should have told him i loved him…he should’ve known what we both couldn’t say aloud.

#〈 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙠.ᐟ : 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙖〉#×━━𝙚𝙡𝙞.#* ⟢ 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙖 ❮ isms ❯ ━━ ❝ el tambor guerrero!#〈━━ 𝙊𝘼𝙎𝙄𝙎 : 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 ━━〉#writing prompt #indie rp

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disneyvoguemagazine · 2 years ago

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#DisneyUnclassified

Ciara reveals classified documents cataloging her exponential time training hourly sessions with martial arts masters (Feu Long, Foxxy Pamela Gurier, Shaft, Stick, Sinister, Sean Combs, RoboCop, Rocky, A Team, The Million Dollar Man, Bruce Lee Students, Master Gen, 3600 hours spent of her life training as a Psychic soldier for the Mickey Mouse Club and the documents found exposing the worm tunnel she traveled through to participate in Mortal Kombat with otherworldly beings, under the allies 'Blade\Sonya' the footage captured via 'sidekick-TMobile' device, documents her termultuious journey dawning the power of the pink ranger zord stored data imprint on the sidekicks sim card and as one of the magic kingdoms most expériences archiologist has rastered 'The Power', the first trials of this Ranger sirum has been distributed amoung the groups @Loona @Kard @MissA ,

Infused with @SpaceX #Cybertron Autobot technology allows the ranger techs back at mission control access to the data collected from the hardware of the new suits.

I.U -Frostlass

Chris Crocker-Slyveon

Beauty Marsh- Chanel (Spriggattio)

Dragonair- Seulgi

Gardvoir- Ariana Grande

B.B Kiddo - Grimes

Ponyta - Bonnie McKee

Wigglytuff - Lindsay Lohan

Espeon -WillowSmith

Ladyian - Flora G

Jynx - Chlöe Bailey

Seaking-Lizzo

Ampheros - Miley Cyrus

Frilish-Noah Cyrus

Mew -Shannon Williams

Meloeta- Kim Petras

Rihanna-Starmie

Aubery Peoples- Muk

MeganJetteMartin-Gloom

DemiLovato-Grimer

IceSpice- Swana

Bambi - Sawsbuck

Altaria- CardiB

DelKatty- Nicki Minaj

Unknown- BTS

Eevee- Nayeon

Ashley Tisdale -Ratata

JeffreeStar-Mother of Frost lass / YakYakk (cellphone conversation cameo)

BritneySpears cameo [ As Béatrix Kiddo of the KillBillSaga mother of BBKiddo leader of the eSports International Champion Team #SamuraiSkirts

with @Zendaya as Nakia Belle daughter of Copperhead of Bills four assets played by Vivica A Fox; Uma Thurman (played by Britney Spears in the Samurai Skirts Films. Synopsis: When B.B Kiddo "Claire B. Aka Grimes" takes her eSports team to the Olympic winter games, the steaks become mortal when her team dawn's the legendary Hattori Hanzo blades after a being named 'Aura' hacks the games code and recreates the events of the popular series Sword Art Online. )

Starring JeannieKim Chanel as The Firth Child Angel EVA unit 05 LaBlanc The black Rose

. In the end the Skirtz win the Gold medal and the facade covering the event is later exposed as the game company's chairs and executives are made a mockery in the industry for their mal practices in their business ethics when the company's abuse of female gaming icons and influencers pops the gaming giants legacy and ruins their flawless reputation when B.B leaks the security footage of the company using the girl gamers as sex slaves and toys for the male dominated gaming industry. When the truth comes to light showing one of the most epic games in history covered for a real operations intelligence interception mission the world watched live as what appeared to be just am online game turned out to be the government's biggest intelligence war in real life.

All of these events converging with GameFreaks Trainee Project 'Trainer Lass' Space X secret splicing program testing engineered spliced genetically enhanced cultures giving the subjects pokemon like essences and advanced traits or above average apptitude s

I.U loop artist details her account as the groups leader or 'Big Sister' the pokè-docustreamentary converges with the groups member 'X Jet / XSR BlackBird 'portrayed by Claire B aka Grimes' her competing for the few positions for the girl group trainer LASS, pokemon company's first ever live music dance reality pop girl band, their experience at Coachella with Marvels Runaways band and working with Minnie Mouse as the events around Hugh Jackmen announcing his involvement for #Deadpool3 as the movies cast were filming around the events that will influence the Kingdom Hearts Movie. With the Mouse Queers proving to the world the magic that was unfolding into the real world has made the fantasy of a magic world living truth tofay.

#Samurai Skirts #grimes music #zendaya #chris crocker #flora G #Britney Spears #IU #Nayeon #Jennie Chanel #blackpink jennie #D #emiLovato #Ariana Grande

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 9 days ago

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Snow Be It: Sleighing Nightmares in the Nic(holas) of Time

by wingdinged What goes better together than the cold and the dark? That's what Pitch asks Mr. Freeze when he wants to recruit him in a plan to plunge the world back into the dark ages. He's already got this Scarecrow fellow on his side, and with his fear toxin working with Pitch's nightmares, he'll be able to regain his strength and crush those pesky Guardians once and for all, with extreme prejudice and extra terror, this time. What he's not counting on (again) is Jack Frost. Specifically, Jack's ability to endear himself to anyone, including a family of, ahem, batshit insane vigilantes who throw themselves at the supernatural and always come out on top. And their leader? Well, he's been trained by Santa (North), himself, so Pitch really doesn't know what he's getting himself into. At the same time, Jack finds himself discovering what it means to be truly seen, and loved, by other people than just his small circle he's deemed safe. It's a hard lesson to learn, and his exterior may be frosty and carefree, but he'll get there, because the cold and dark do belong together. Just not how Pitch imagined, really. Words: 11006, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Rise of the Guardians (2012), Batman - Santa Clause: Silent Knight Comic Arc Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: Gen Characters: Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Nicholas St. North, E. Aster Bunnymund, Barbara Gordon, Sanderson Mansnoozie, Toothiana (Guardians of Childhood), Elves (Rise of the Guardians), Jamie Bennett (Rise of the Guardians), Nightmares (Rise of the Guardians), Jonathan Crane, Scarecrow, Victor Fries, Mr. Freeze Relationships: Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Jack Frost & Phil the Yeti (Rise of the Guardians), Jack Frost & Bruce Wayne, E. Aster Bunnymund & Jack Frost & Nicholas St. North & Sanderson Mansnoozie & Toothiana, Jack Frost & Pitch Black, The Guardians of Childhood & The Batfamily Additional Tags: Crack Crossover, Crack Treated Seriously, Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Jack Frost Needs a Hug (Guardians of Childhood), Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Fluff and Angst, Christmas, Black Friday, Scarecrow's Fear Toxin (DCU), Crazy Gotham City (DCU), Blizzards & Snowstorms, Hypothermia, Cold Weather, Poor Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Jack Frost Has Issues (Guardians of Childhood), Protective Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Team as Family, Post-Rise of the Guardians (2012), Alternate Universe - Rise of the Guardians Fusion, holiday fic, Batman Was Trained By Santa, Who is North In This Universe, Pitch Black Comes Back, The Guardians Meet the Batfamily, this fic allows my childhood fixation to meet one of my current ones, Adoption, Immortality, Spirit Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), major character death warning: jason and jack, what else do you expect, Bruce knows North, Jason Todd Takes Care of Crime Alley | Park Row, people keep putting danny phantom in the batfam, what other ghost boy deserves found family?, Jack Frost - Freeform, that's who, no beta we die like jack for his sister via https://ift.tt/hWr4NkJ

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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mirae-ngel · 16 days ago

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no way people are saying that one random lady is competing for best visuals in the industry… she’s not even confirmed to be an idol! that’s a youtuber babe 💋

#miraeisrightthere …

#there’s not even a group announcement yet #and blüm’s group isn’t even debuting for like a century #wtv #mirae #frost #areum #dao #jungah #mis entertainment #frost gen leaders #frost nations girl group #areum nations leader #mirae nations first love #kpop #kpop aesthetic #sims 4 #sims 4 simblr #sims 4 story #music simdustry

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be-points · 1 year ago

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JUNG JOOMI - TRAINEE BASE POINTS

LEADERSHIP - 2 points

joomi started his own band, dead calm, back in june. it hasn’t been around for that long, but he has definitely been The Leader Guy in that endeavor from the beginning

CREATIVE DIRECTION - 4 points

joomi had significant creative input into the “frost” performance on next gen in particular, which won his team the round. he’s also been the mastermind behind dead calm’s stages and setlist(s) since the band’s inception.

LIVE PERFORMANCE - 5 points

he had some experience singing live on next gen, plus a few shows jumping around on stage with dead calm.

INSTRUMENT: GUITAR - 14 points

guy loves instruments. guitar isn’t his main thing but it is his Second Thing. he plays a lot in his free time but only went to lessons for a little while then self taught himself the rest.

INSTRUMENT: PIANO - 25 points

see above, except this is The Main Thing. he took piano lessons when he was young, and continued to play piano nearly every day for the rest of his life. played piano on next gen and keyboard in two bands

LANGUAGE: KOREAN - 50 points

native language

TOTAL POINTS: 100

#bejoomi #krp #krp ad #kpop rp #kpop rp ad #krp promo #oc krp #krp lit

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raybizzle · 1 year ago

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"The Black Gestapo [a.k.a. Ghetto Warriors]" (1975) is a blaxploitation crime thriller directed by Lee Frost and stars Rod Perry and Charles Robinson as leaders of the People's Army. Like many blaxploitation movies during the 70s, "The Black Gestapo" consisted of all the elements that made the genre famous: violence, sex, nudity, and 'sticking it to the man.'

The film starts with respectable intentions, with Gen. Ahmed (Rod Perry) assisting Col. Kojah (Charles Robinson) in creating a militia to protect black people from the white mafia terrorizing the Watts community. However, Kojah becomes rouge and makes a larger army, now doing what the white mafia was doing to the community before they ran them off.

The movie isn't for everyone, but if you're a fan of the blaxploitation genre, then this movie is worth checking out. Allan Alper is responsible for the funky soundtrack. However, much of the soundtrack consists of dialog, which is excellent for the producers looking for soundbites.

Director: Lee Frost Writers: Lee Frost, Wes Bishop, Ronald Goldman

Starring Rod Perry, Charles Robinson, Phil Hoover, Edward Cross, Angela Brent, Wes Bishop, Lee Frost, Donna Young, Charles Howerton, Rai Tasco, David Bryant

Storyline General Ahmed (Rod Perry, TV's S.W.A.T.) has started an inner-city People's Army to try and relieve the misery of the citizens of Watts. When the locals are put under increasing pressure by Mafia thugs, Ahmed's second-in-command, Colonel Kojah (Charlie Robinson, TV's Night Court, Sugar Hill), asks for permission to start a protection squad to take more direct action. Ahmed fears this protection squad will become a vigilante mob, and his prediction soon proves correct. Will Ahmed be able to wrest control back from the power-mad Kojah, or will he be the mob's next victim?

Available on 4k and streaming services.

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dnaamericaapp · 1 year ago

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'We're Not Just Voting. We're Also Running.' David Hogg Launches Young Candidate PAC

"For every year of Trump's presidency, I think there was a new chapter of a social movement that was born," the 23-year-old gun control activist told NPR, "whether it was the Women's March, March for Our Lives, the environmental movement, or the movement for Black Lives."

Now, as the organizers that cut their teeth on those movements become eligible to run for office, Hogg wants to support their campaigns. He is launching Leaders We Deserve, a hybrid political action committee backing candidates under 35 years old running for federal office and under 30 years old running for state office.

The group — which plans to primarily focus on state-level races and a smaller number of congressional matchups — will target open, Democratic-held seats in the upcoming 2024 primary season.

The move signals a widening political focus for Hogg, who has remained a prominent voice in the youth-led, grassroots movement to curb gun violence since he and his classmates survived a mass shooting at their high school in Parkland, Fla., more than five years ago.

Some members of his activist cohort have already entered electoral politics, including first-term Rep. Maxwell Frost, D-Fla., who came to Congress after a background in organizing at March For Our Lives. The first Gen Z member of Congress, Frost is on the advisory board for Leaders We Deserve, and his former campaign manager, Kevin Lata, serves as the group's executive director.

Now, Hogg says, Frost's successful advocate-turned-politician path is a motivator.

"It inspires me to continue. And hope is not a feeling that I often have in this work," he said, adding, "That's why I'm doing this, because I follow that feeling whenever I do feel it because I know that is the right way." -(source: npr)

DNA America

“It’s what we know, not what you want us to believe.”

#dna #dnaamerica #news #politics

#dna #news #politics #dnaamerica

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bejinyoung · 2 years ago

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my fate is what? what's the right answer, really? moon jinyoung performs frost (remix) originally by cosmo with sr media team (@bexcam, @kouxbe, @behaneul, & @bejoomi for next gen performance evaluation

they’re ready for this. surely they are; they’ve all practiced hard enough that they should know this song inside in out. the only people who may know it better are cosmo themselves and even then jinyoung thinks that sr media team may have an edge; cosmo is all but entirely unfamiliar with the new arrangement of this song. he tells himself not to think of it as cosmo’s song at all anymore. he, joomi, haneul, cam, and kou now own this; it’s theirs to take to the stage and show the judges a performance they will never forget. in a good way, he hopes.

as always, waiting for their turn to perform is the most nerve wracking part of the process. jinyoung has anxious energy. he bounces in place, shaking his hands by his side as he tries to expel those extra jitters. but not too much, because he doesn’t want to exhaust himself before the performance either. he hums the melody over and over to himself; he’s long since committed it to memory, though singing and dancing at the same time still makes him a bit nervous. haneul has helped a lot with that; the whole lip sync thing worked after all. jinyoung glances at their makeshift leader, trying to catch the man’s eye to share a reassuring smile between them. he needs to see it more than he wants to send one to haneul.

there’s cam too; he’s also been a huge help. between the two of them, their team had a lot of practical experience. throw in jinyoung’s dance prowess and joomi’s voice that impressed the judges so much and on paper, jinyoung might say that they have the strongest group of contestants of any of the other teams. and kou; they also have kou.

he can’t help but glance at joomi too. is he anxious under pressure? does he swallow it down and hide it better than jinyoung does? does he care at all that they’re about to step on stage, that they only have one shot to make it look good? jinyoung is sure that he does. they’ve been awkward these entire last two weeks and it’s probably jinyoung’s own fault. he hadn’t noticed at first how he avoided joomi; he didn’t want to touch him the same way he casually hugged and leaned on his other teammates, he didn’t have much to say to him when it came to chatting during breaks. and yet they share an intimate moment up on stage, heads nearly pressed together as they stare each other down. jinyoung is determined to be professional despite the odd relationship between them. he thinks joomi can do the same, but he just really doesn’t know him well enough to tell.

it’s their turn on stage eventually and jinyoung shakes out the last bit of nerves he can and feigns confidence as he and his team take their places. he has the first words of the song and while it’s not exactly singing, he sets the tone for the rest of the performance. desperate, a little unhinged, at wit’s end. jinyoung knows the feeling all too well, it’s easy enough to tap into. but can he do it with eyes staring at him, looking for every little mistake? he hopes so. at least he’s in the back, a few seconds of intro and dancing before the others part ways and he’s the center of attention. he gets to his feet, staggering not unlike a zombie as the concept they decided on demanded, reaching desperately forward as he continues to sell the act that the rest of the team had already started to dance to.

“i’m so shocked,” he wails before breaking off into laughter, trying to express a pain so excruciating that he can’t even cry anymore, or perhaps so mind-numbing that he’s lost his brain entirely (hence, zombies). he reaches toward joomi as they both inhale a great breath, and the performance really begins.

he has so many lines this time. thankfully, none of them are particularly difficult. jinyoung probably had overreacted a bit when initially reviewing his part, making it up into something big and scary in his head when really... half of it was just shouting in tune anyways. he nearly lost his voice in practice trying to learn how to make the right sound but he’s been careful and a little break actually suits this performance better anyways; he wants to give the sense of fear and desperation, not of a perfectly stable singer. maybe jinyoung can relate to the concept a little too much. sure, he’s never been a zombie, but the lyrics of confusion, loneliness, hurt... those he understands all too well. he tries not to think too much about it, especially now that he’s on stage.

the part with joomi comes all too soon and thankfully he doesn’t have to sing through it, that’s kou leading up to it and joomi taking over as he ‘pulls’ jinyoung around by the shoulder before ‘grabbing’ the back of his neck and pulling them in close. it feels more intimate here despite being so much more exposed. he can see every pore on joomi’s face despite the layers of makeup, he can smell the sweat on his skin and feel the heat of his breath on his face. he doesn’t break eye contact. if he’s flushed, it’s from the performance. if joomi looks different right now, it’s because of the stage lights and costumes and all of those things that make idols shine on stage. nothing else. still, he nearly stumbles as joomi spins away—a move that jinyoung taught him to execute correctly in the first place—and takes a deep breath to re-center and refocus himself.

there are much more important things to think about right now than jung joomi.

thankfully, he doesn’t have to sing again until the chorus. and even then, it’s the shouting on-pitch technique again. jinyoung wants to shout. despite the way he’s starting to feel a bit winded, the end of the performance wearing on his body and pushing his endurance to its limits, he half-screams his lyrics out at the judges. angry, upset, confused; all of those ugly things he wanted to cry and scream as a child, now on display for the millions of people tuning into next gen. let them think he’s a good actor, that it’s not his own pain he’s drawing from and is instead some imagined hurt. don’t let them know how he knows these emotions so well, just that he can execute them on stage at his own will.

the song comes to an end soon enough and jinyoung is gasping for breath, sweat soaking his skin and making his long hair cling to his neck uncomfortably. at some point he really did lose his mind, like the lyrics repeat over and over again, and lost himself in that performance. hopefully it’s a good thing. at least he knows for certain that he gave it his all.

#.solo #be:ngs1p4 #camxbe #kouxbe #behaneul #bejoomi #not my best work but somehow its still so long :')

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insomniac-jay · 3 years ago

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Marvel Next Gen

So I made this post a while ago expressing my frustration that Marvel made all of these teams made up of newer and younger characters (some made up of the children of their popular characters) and yet have done nothing with them.

Being how I am, I'm going to fix it because I think they all had so much potential but Marvel wants to focus on their boomers more.

For starters, the older heroes FINALLY age because realism makes for good story and plot points but they are still operating until the newer heroes become of age.

Another thing is that most of them will be young adults so about 18 to 20 because fuck the child soldier aspect.

New X-Men

I will never forgive Marvel for how dirty they do the New X-Men. Here's my idea of a New X-Men lineup:

David Alleyne | Prodigy: Co leader, Chicago born Mutant with the ability to absorb the skills and knowledge around him via subconscious telepathy. Later joins the Young Avengers.

Sofia Mantega | Wind Dancer: De facto leader, Venezuelan born Mutant with the ability to telepathically control the wind and some minor sound manipulation abilities. She later joins the Hellions Squad.

Laurie Collins | Wallflower: Member, American Mutant with the power to control the pheromones of others.

Josh Foley | Elixir: Member, American Mutant with the power to control, shape, and reform the biological structure of both his and other's bodies.

Jay Guthrie | Icarus: Member, American Mutant with the powers of flight via wings and a regenerative healing factor. Later joins the Hellions Squad.

Ruth Aldine | Blindfold: Member, American Mutant with the powers of psionics and clairvoyance.

Laura Kinney | X-23: Member, Indigenous Canadian Mutant with the power to sprout metal claws.

Megan Gwynn | Pixie: Member, American Mutant with the powers of flight and emitting a hallucinatory dust.

Cessily Kincaid | Mercury: Member, American Mutant with the power to turn her body into mercury and manipulate it. She also joins the Hellions Squad later.

Hisako Ichiki | Armor: Member, Japanese Mutant with the power to create a psionic armor around herself.

Noriko Ashida | Surge: Member, Japanese Mutant with the power to absorb all forms of electricity.

Kevin Ford | Wither: Member, American Mutant with the power to disintegrate anything with one touch. He is the third and last member to convert to the Hellions Squad.

With three of their members having left for the Hellions Squad, Jean Grey assigns four new members to take their place:

Alani Ryan | Loa: Hawaiian Mutant with the power to phase through solid matter by breaking apart its binding forces. Takes up the leadership role after David's departure.

Victor Borkowski | Anole: American Mutant with the powers of reptilian physiology and camouflage.

Paras Gavaskar | Indra: Indian born Mutant with the powers of a retractable exoskeleton and psionic construction.

Mark Sheppard | DJ: American Mutant with the power to manipulate different forms of energy based on the music he's listening to

Hellions Squad

Another team Marvel does dirty. Here's my Hellions Squad lineup:

Julian Keller | Hellion: Leader, American Mutant with the powers of telekinesis.

Sooraya Qadir | Dust: Co leader, Afghani Mutant with the ability to turn herself into a living whirlwind of dust.

Santo Vaccaro | Rockslide: Mexican born Mutant with the ability to create a body made entirely of solid rock.

Brian Cruz | Tag: Colombian born Mutant with the power to telepathically "tag" a person so others felt compelled to run away from them.

Quentin Quire | Kid Omega: American Mutant with the powers of psionics

Sophie, Irma, Celeste, and Esme Frost-Grey/Cuckoo | Stepford Cuckoos: American born Mutants with the powers of a psionic hivemind.

Angel Salvadore Bohusk | Tempest: American Mutant with the powers of insectoid physiology and acid production.

Roxy Washington | Bling!: American Mutant with the ability to produce and manipulate gems via her gemstone skin

Later on they gain three members from the New X-Men: Wind Dancer, Mercury, and Wither.

Young Avengers

My children and the better version of the Avengers. Here's my version of their lineup:

Kate Bishop | Hawkeye: Leader, Human with incredible archery and swordsmanship skills.

America Chavez | Miss America: Co leader, has the powers of superhuman physiology, interdimensional and time travel, and energy infusion.

William "Billy" Kaplan-Altman | Wiccan: Member, Mutant with magical powers including reality warping, clairvoyance, and creation.

Thomas "Tommy" Shepherd | Speed: Member, Mutant with the power of superhuman speed

Theodore "Teddy" Kaplan-Altman/Dorrek-Vell | Hulking: Member, Kree/Skrull hybrid with the abilities of shapeshifting, hybrid alien physiology, and superhuman condition.

Cassandra "Cassie" Lang | Stinger: Member, Human exposed to Pym Particles and now has the ability to reduce or increase her size

Elijah "Eli" Bradley | Patriot: Member but sometimes acts as leader, mutated Human due to exposure to Super Soldier Serum which grants him superhuman condition

Luna Maximoff | Aura: Member, Human/Inhuman hybrid with the powers of aura vision, empathy, and precognition.

David Alleyne later joined after leaving the New X-Men.

Future Four

The successors to the Fantastic Four, the Future Four have no intention of not uploading the First Family's legacy.

Franklin Richards | Powerhouse: Leader, Human mutate with powerful reality warping and psionic abilities

Valeria Richards | Brainstorm: Co leader, Human mutate with the power of super genius intellect

Takeshi "Taki" Matsuya: Member, Mutant with the power to telepathically reform technology

Rachel Summers-Grey | Prestige*: Member, Mutant with the powers of telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis. She is also the current host of the Phoenix Force after it bonded with her mother's body.

*Rachel had an old team which was made up of her and the other children of the previous X-Men, but left for unknown reasons.

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