#it than other sports. and i think to suggest this is purely a risk in football when this is the first time its happened AND has happened in

[sturniolo04]

Caught- All

Bf!Nate x Brother!Matt x Brother!Nick x Brother!Chris x Sls!Fem!Reader

Where do we even begin, It basically started in high school, you were always living in the shadow of your older brothers Nick, Mat, and Chris but they always made sure it didn't feel like that especially when you started highschool. Nate was both your brothers best friend as well as yours, you guys practically grew up together and if you where being honest you always had a crush on him and thought he was super cute considering you always spent time with him because he was always around your brothers for hockey.

Junior year of highschool is when it all started though. All the sneaking around behind your brothers back dating your brothers best friend. You would have told them that you two were dating if they didn't tell you, due to their overprotectiveness, you shouldn't date right now because they think you are too young so god forbid you tell them you are dating your guys family best friend out of all things.

"what's good nate how have you been"

matt greets him as you slowly made your way to the kitchen area where they all were hanging out.

"good hey Soph"

he greets you subtly which was completely normal.

"hey goofball"

you giggle ruffling his hair his hair is so soft.

"you guys want to go to get Mcdonalds or something"

chris suggests

"actually we should go to the rink to get some practice in what do you think"

matt asks the group even though Nick and you would be going for the pure fun of it.

"fine by me"

nick shrugs finally averting his attention away from his phone.

"sounds good im going to the bathroom before we go"

you slyly state making your way to the bathroom upstairs since your room is upstairs.

"thats a good idea i also forgot my hat in matt's roomso I will grab that before I get'

he makes up to head upstairs with you.

You finally make it upstair with nate following you as you two moved into the bathroom to close the door behind you both so you wouldn't risk getting caught by your brothers.

'hey"

he casually says as you sit on top of the bathroom counter as he places his hands on your thigh sporting a pair of black leggings with the fresh love hoodie that he actually left in matt's room yesterday.

"hi youre hair looks really good today"

you compliment him running your hands quickly through fixing the strays and out place hairs in the process, leaving a sweet kiss on his lips.

By this time you guys were only a couple months into your relationship and Nate was a year older than you which your weirdly enough liked and adore about your guys relationship.

"okay lets go before matt or chris come up here wondering where we are"

he states as his hands have moved to a comfortable to spot on your hips as you two got distracted with sharing a continuous passionate kiss.

"ugh fine"

you groan as you place one last kiss on his lips as he helps you down the countertop.

"what the fuck took you two so long"

nick complains as you two climb into the back of the van.

" i was helping him find his hat"

you shrug

"did you guys find it"

chris asks.

"no i have no idea where it is maybe it is back at my house and I'm tripping"

Nate adds on.

The whole ride to the rink was filled with sly thigh grabs from Nate and a couple of sly cute whispers in my ear making you giggle and blush at the simplicity of it. once you guys arrived at the rink nate had practically ditch your brothers and was doing his own thing with you on the ice.

"yo nate you want to play two v two "

matt shouts across the ice as you guys are at the other end basically

"fuck off matt in a minute"

you groan out simply just wanting your boyfriends attention and to be fair they had just done a series of hockey drills before he came over to hang with you, so you response is warranted.

"soph its not like yall are dating he's our best friend too"

chris chuckles out skating towards you two.

"yeah you and i can keep score soph of the two v two game"

nick suggests picking up on your nonverbal movements already believing that you and Nate were dating on the down low.

"fine"

you groan out.

" let's go"

nate exclaims out as his picks up up by the hips to spin you around on the ice.

"nathan stop put me down"

you scream out gripping onto his forearms wrapped around your waist as he chuckles setting you back down on your skates and letting go before you had your balance fully yet resulting in you landing on your ass.

"oh my god soph"

nick exclaims as he covers his mouth trying not to laugh like matt and chris along with Nate as his body is frozen in the late position he was in to attempt to catch your arms before you hit the ice.

"oww"

you exclaim dragging out the 'w'

"holy shit soph"

chris exclaims as him and matt laugh.

"thats not funny that fucking hurt"

you playfully sob out as nathan helps you up.

"ba- bud im so sorry"

nate corrects himself as nick raising an eyebrow.

"i quit you guys play your stupid two v two"

you huff out skating off of the ice to head to the benches to put your shoes back on.

You guys finally made it back to your house and your brothers decided to go get Mcdonalds and bring it back to the house so you guys can watch a movie or something, leaving you and nate at the house in the kitchen.

'how are you"

nate chuckles out referring to the incident that happened at the rink earlier that afternoon.

'im not talking to you you let me fall"

you pout turning your head away from him as he makes his was over to your standing figure leaning against the counter, placing his hands on your waist.

"come one you cant stay mad at me forever"

he teases you placing a sweet kiss on your temple as you snap you head back to face him raising an eyebrow.

"you want to bet"

you taunt as he huffs out.

"baby i swear i didnt even see you getting ready to fall it caught me off guard"

he chuckles rubbing small circles on your hips as you let out a small pout.

"it really hurt babe"

you whine out as you reach and wrap your arms around his neck.

"i dont know how you have all 'dat as protection"

he chuckles placing couple loving pats to your ass.

"natee"

you squeal nuzzling your face into his neck.

'you want me to make it up"

he slyly states as you slowly nod your head as he lifts you up to sit on top of the counter you were leaning against. Nate links your guys lips him locking you into a hot makeout. He threads his fingers into your scalp pulling your head slightly to make the make out most hunger and aggressive.

You guys were so caught up you didn't even hear your brothers come back with the food into the kitchen.

"WHAT THE FUCK SOPH! NATE!"

matt exclaims him being the first one to walk in on the pair with chris and nick following.

You two break away from the kiss exchanging a similar look of panic.

"fuck"

nate whispers out running hand through his messy hair

"REALLY WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN"

chris exclaims not sure whether to feel happy for his sister or angry at his best friend.

"matt chris i- we "

you stutter out hopping off of the counter.

"when did it happen you better start explaining"

matt calmly huffs out.

"this year- before your guys hockey and my dance practice"

you sigh out fidgeting his your silver rings on your fingers.

"I KNEW IT"

nick shouts as matt and chris turn to him with shocked expressions painted on their face.

"and you didnt say shit nick"

chris huffs out.

"well i didnt want to say anything because I didnt know for sure"

he shrugs out.

"are you mad i know you guys told me not to date yet but nate and i-"

you ramble out

"whoa whoa we arent mad just shocked"

matt states

"yeah in fact i trust nate alot more than any other guy you know"

chris casually states hugging you as you let out a sigh of relief.

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[ilikeyoshi]

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damar had the breathing tube for his ventilator removed and is 100% breathing on his own!!!!! :') i am SO relieved and amazed by his recovery so far..... just miraculous

[nroibdodyl3e1r]

Olive's baby-sitter

Chap 3 " movie night"

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, hurry up!!” You think. As soon as you get out of the store, you drive as fast as you can back to high school to give Tia her bike back.

You almost fall off the bike when you get there, out of breath you give Tia her keys back. You pause for a few seconds to catch your breath and say "Thanks Tia... I have to go... otherwise I'll be late". And just as quickly you ran off to get Olive.

Dwayne watches the whole scene from a distance thinking "what the f- is going on". It's the first time he, Tia, and Soph have seen you do so much sport.

You arrive at Olive's elementary school, almost passing out.

When you get home, you let Olive have her snack and you take the opportunity to put Dwayne's gift on his desk.

Then you go to Olive’s room and suggest you watch her favorite DVD, a beauty contest from last year. This is your strategy, not brave, to avoid seeing Dwayne and be completely embarrassed when he will find your gift.

When you hear the front door open your heart stops for a moment. You think you're going to die of stress but suddenly the phone rings and you hear Richard answer, your soul returns to your body.

"Can we go to the garden? I want to show you my new moves!" Olive asks and you immediately agree, you won't survive this fear a second time and in the garden, you won't hear anything.

As usual, as soon as Dwayne gets home, he goes straight to his room. He stops when he sees something on his desk; "American Idiot" by Green Day with a little note: "I thought you might like it. Thanks again for everything :)". His cheeks turn instantly red, and he can hear his heart pounding in his ears. You don't know it but he has a crush on you, it was almost love at first sight. Dwayne decided to ignore his feelings until they fades but it's been getting harder and harder to hide them. He sees the boys in high school talking about you, and Grandpa's questions. All of this makes him jealous and scared... He has decided to be nicer to you, he doesn't know yet where it will lead him but it’s worth taking the risk even if he is convinced that you will never see him as more than a friend.

When you walk back down the hallway with Olive, you see Dwayne lying on his bed with his headphones on reading a book. You are relieved that he likes your gift but you dread the moment when you'll have to face him. In your eyes, this gift is almost a love confession but for Dwayne, who has friend zoned himself, you did it out of pure friendship.

You are drawn out of your thoughts when you hear Sheryl and Richard start to argue in their room. You leave Olive with Grandpa and go to start making dinner (you sometimes do this when Sheryl has had a tiring day). When you're done, you call everyone and you all start to eat in awkward silence. It is broken by Sheryl "You know your uncle Frank is in the hospital and well tomorrow he is coming to stay with us for a while. Dwayne, you will be sharing your room with him" she said in a tone that implied that he had no choice. You could see the anger rising in him as he began to write frantically on his notepad. "It's unfair! This is the only place I have to myself!".

"You don't have a choice Dwayne, he can't be left alone and your room is the only place where there is room. The discussion is over." You can feel the tension crushing you. Dwayne smashes the table as he gets up and storms off to his room.

You clear the table with the rest of the family still in silence. Sheryl and Richard start to argue again. You wait for a second and suggest to Sheryl that you take Olive home to watch a movie, to save her from the stress of seeing her parents yelling at each other. It's also for you, your parents have been fighting a lot since you were a little, and it gives you a lot of anxiety to hear Sheryl and Richard fighting now. She agrees so you go to Olive "Olive do you want to come to watch a movie at my house?" "Oh yes! I'll get to see your house!". "Get ready then, and take a jacket it's cold at night."

You think for a second and wonder if what you are about to do is a good idea. You knock softly on Dwayne's door before going inside. "Dwayne, I- I don't know if this is the right time, b-but Olive and I are going to watch a movie at my house since my parents aren't here. Do.. you.. want to come?" You're having a hard time talking under the shyness. With a slight nod, Dwayne agrees and then stands up.

On the way you hardly speak, you are so shy after giving him this gift. Olive outranks you by a few feet. You think this is the best time to talk to Dwayne about your day. "I hope the CD made you happy. I wanted to give it to you and I hope I chose the right one. Hum, I...I noticed that your behavior towards me has changed, and even tho I don't really understand why it makes me happy." You say, looking down at your feet to hide your completely red face. You look over and see Dwayne writing. Your stress is at its peak. Without a word he hands you his notepad, "I'm glad it makes you happy. "

You're pleased, and you're getting pretty confident, "I don't want to sound like I'm bragging, but I'd like to think that you don't hate me as much as the rest of the world." You say with a laugh. Without realizing it you arrived in front of your house. You open the door and Olive, bursting with joy, says "Can you show us your room? I really want to see it! "Sure," you reply with a big smile. Your room isn't very big, posters cover your walls, and your impressive comic book collection surprises Dwayne. "Is that your makeup?" Olive comes to you with a box.

"Oh yeah, I haven't worn it in a while" That's right, since you got to high school you stopped wearing it. "If you want it, you can have it."

"Really?" She asks, with stars in her eyes.

"Really." you laugh. You know it makes her happy. She’s always wanted some since she started watching beauty pageants. "Will your parents agree?" you ask Dwayne. In response, he shrugs his shoulders as if to say "I don't know". After Olive is done looking at every corner of your room you three go downstairs to the living room "What do you want to watch?" you ask as you take out the DVDs. Olive has the last word and chooses Finding Nemo.

While Dwayne puts on the movie you go and make some popcorn. The three of you sit on the couch, Olive on the right, Dwayne in the middle, and you on the left. You put the popcorn on the coffee table and start the movie. You can barely concentrate on the movie because you are so nervous about sitting so close to Dwayne. Your couch isn't very big, so your shoulders are touching. About one hour through the movie you start to fall asleep after all you have a very, very tiring day. Without realizing it, your eyes close and your head falls on Dwayne's shoulder, startling him. Now he's the one who can't concentrate on the movie. You are sleeping on his shoulder and he is so happy. Not wanting to wake you up he doesn't move at all, he hardly breathes just in case.

At the end of the movie, he gently wakes you up. He shows you a note written in advance "The movie is over, we have to go before it's too late. Thanks for the evening, it really cheered me up. We can do this again someday if you want to.” You don't know it but he thought for 10 minutes before writing this. Half awake you answer "I do". 

"See you tomorrow. Good night you two." You give Olive a hug and Dwayne a fist bump. As the door closes behind them you smack your forehead, "A fist bump, you dumbass! Oh my god, this is so embarrassing !!!"

[twoflipstwotwists]

Becky Downie has missed out on an Olympics before. In a 13-year gymnastics career, which has seen her win 14 major medals, she felt the heartbreak of watching a home Games from the sidelines in 2012. But this time is different, she says.

On Monday, her shock omission from the Tokyo 2020 team was announced, and she now says she can “never forget” the turmoil she endured from British Gymnastics during the selection process.  She also hints that her treatment was influenced by her decision to speak out at the culture of abuse within gymnastics, suggesting she was “made to feel not welcome” at the sport’s training hub at Lilleshall after going public.

In an exclusive interview with Telegraph Sport, Downie describes the last few weeks as "the hardest of her life". She had thought things could not get worse than 2020: Olympic postponement, the fallout after she joined whistleblowers to speak publicly about what she described as "normalised" abusive training environments, and her father's time in intensive care battling Covid-19.

But last month tragedy struck when her brother Josh, 24, died suddenly from an undiagnosed heart condition while playing cricket. It was news Downie says "you never imagine receiving". To make things worse, she received the devastating call on the eve of the final Olympic team trial, while apart from her family at a hotel in Cardiff.

"I got a knock on the door after midnight, and my first thought was it must be drug testers," Downie says of that night. "I was half asleep, completely dazed. The coaches came in and when they told me [that Josh had died], I thought, am I actually dreaming this? There are really no words to really describe it. There were a lot of tears. It was the longest journey of my life, getting back to be with my family in Nottingham."

Sat in her living room in Nottingham now, Downie still has a look of disbelief on her face as she describes the events of the last few weeks. Condolence cards are placed around the room to mark how raw and recent her family's grief remains. Mounting more pain on top of that seems unimaginable, but the blows have kept coming.

Just two months ago, she was on top of the world after executing what she believes is a world leading uneven bars routine. At 29, she felt in the form of her life. When she posted a video of her routine online, major champions were applauding her in the comments, even the legendary Nadia Comaneci. Downie believes the routine put her in contention for a gold medal.

But last Friday her appeal was denied, and British Gymnastics confirmed she would not go to Tokyo. It is less than two years since she won a stunning silver medal at the World Championships - a competition that counted as a trial for the Olympic squad - but somehow she has failed to make even the three reserve spots for Tokyo. Though Downie has wished all of the gymnasts selected the best, she remains baffled by her exclusion - especially because she “met all the criteria” and her trials scores put her top of the rankings in bars.

British Gymnastics have defended the decision, saying they are focusing on medals in the team event, and that Downie's specialism in bars posed a "risk" to this strategy. But it has caused uproar, with a petition calling for an independent review of the selection process receiving 25,000 signatures in the last five days. Beyond selection though, Downie says what hurts the most is the way she believes the decision was made and how she was treated in the process.

After missing the final trial due to bereavement, Downie and sister Ellie were given another opportunity by British Gymnastics to compete for their spot on the team 10 days later. Though Ellie elected not to do so, Downie made the brave decision to take up the offer.

"I know that Josh would want me to, he wouldn't want me not to try," she says. What followed though, was a process where she alleges British Gymnastics lacked "any element of compassion".

They did not allow her to compete at her home gym in Nottingham or at the national centre at Lilleshall. British Gymnastics then rejected a venue she and her coach proposed and instead suggested she return to Cardiff - a six-hour round trip from her home and the very place she had learned of her brother's passing.

"That's the part that hurt me most. I refused. Why would I want to go back there? I don’t think that should have been asked of me at all."

Another venue was confirmed instead, and though British Gymnastics emphasised their intention to replicate as closely as possible the environment that the other gymnasts had competed in in Cardiff - for the benefit of fairness - Downie says it was her that was put at the disadvantage.

New obstacles included British Gymnastics failing to book her training slot at the chosen venue - a basic thing that all of the athletes had for their trial - which saw her make a 90-minute trip and have to plead with the Leisure Centre to remain open. She also had an existing dispute with the governing body because they refused to allow her to use equipment at the trial which more closely resembled that being used in Tokyo. As a bars specialist, this meant she couldn't perform her highest difficulty routine. "It's like telling Lewis Hamilton to get in a Ferrari and drive - in a sport of small margins, and high performance, equipment is always a factor."

Actually competing in the trial, while still reeling from the death of her brother, was "the hardest thing I ever had to do", and she describes national coaches walking past her wordlessly while she “sobbed uncontrollably”. But afterwards, she and Ellie walked out of the gym with "not a doubt in our mind" that she had done enough.

"If I can perform in that environment, which was harder than any Olympic final would ever be, I’m really proud," she says.

But, according to British Gymnastics, it was not enough. Knowing now that the team event was the priority in selection, she believes her exclusion from the team was already a foregone conclusion before her trial.

British Gymnastics "categorically" denies the suggestion that the trial was a "tick box" exercise, and say they trust that selection was decided purely on merit, but Downie is unconvinced. To add insult to injury, she was given a 48-hour deadline to appeal the decision, falling on the day of her brother's funeral.

"It makes me feel sick that they treated me like that," she says. "It hurts me to know the things I had to miss. Picking the flowers for the funeral whilst I was away trialling, a tribute for my brother at his cricket club, which happened when I wasn’t even given a proper training slot. I missed that, for what? There’s so much that was hurtful.

"I'll never forget that. And no amount of apologies will ever make that okay."

Downie and her sister were two of the only current British gymnasts to speak out about abuse in the sport last year, which triggered an independent review commissioned by UK Sport and Sport England. When she was left out of the squad on Monday, lobbying group Gymnasts for Change called it a "sinister warning" being sent by British Gymnastics to whistleblowers.

Does Downie think this outcome is a result of her speaking out? "It's very hard to say... But I definitely know that there has been a big behavioural shift towards me and Ellie, since that point, from certain individuals, decision makers. We’ve gone down to Lilleshall and been made to feel not welcome.

"I have been told by a person of significant importance - in the national team environment - that a lot of coaches do not agree with what we've done. Maybe I did open my mouth a year too soon, I'm not sure. If this is the sacrifice [an Olympics] then this is the sacrifice, change needs to happen. I’m proud of what I did and I don’t regret it."

Tokyo was meant to be her final bow, but now Downie has spent her first week in months out of the gym.

Downie is adamant though that she is not done with gymnastics. Despite the heartache and hurt caused, her love for the sport remains strong.

"It’s hard for me to think, can I be selected for a team ever again? I do know I want to carry on, because I want to show that routine. I haven’t done two years of work to sit on the sofa. There’s a World Championships this year. They certainly don’t have control over my final chapter. I know I want to compete again on my terms."

But the dream of Olympic gold is gone: "I genuinely believe that we could have done it. I think I had a shot at being the first female Olympic champion Britain has had in gymnastics."

[mask-of-prime]

TLK: Rulers of Pride Rock

So for the longest time I've been thinking about making a line of succession list of the Pridelands' monarchs because I was inspired by looking through some royal family trees. Also, I wanted to make some siblings for the past Lion Guard leaders I introduced a few months ago. So as a 27 Year Anniversary thing for the first movie's release, I finally got this done (took days to think of designs and repeatedly lose/regain motivation and reason to make this lol). I tried modeling a few of them after the way some civilians and monarchs dressed in old times, such as Early Middle Ages (Watoto), Late Middle ages (Akili) Elizabethan (Kusita), and kind of a pirate vibe (Nahodha).

Massive character breakdown below:

Mfalme (”king”, “royal”) was the 1st Ruler of the Pridelands. Husband to Malkia and father of Warithi and Askari, as well as other older half-sisters with other lionesses before betrothal was established. Mfalme was only the king of his pride during his reign, first establishing a sovereign title of monarch to solidify his leadership. He also established the tradition of betrothal to keep the royal line linear and therefore pure, as well as carefully chosen by destiny. He is also the only king before Pride Rock was formed and before the Pridelands territory had been expanded and bordered. Mfalme died of old age.

Warithi (”heirs”) was the 2nd Ruler of the Pridelands. Son of Mfalme, brother of Askari, and father of Watoto and Wajibu. Before the firstborn inheritance of the throne had been established, Warithi defeated his brother Askari in a spar to determine who would succeed their father. Warithi was caught in a takeover of the Pridelands when a pride of evil lions invaded the land. The evil lions stripped him of his power until Askari returned with the newly-discovered Roar, ultimately defeating the evil lions and returning Warithi to power. He is the first king to have a Lion Guard and was the first to rule Pride Rock after Askari created it with his Roar. Warithi died from an unspecified illness as he neared old age.

Watoto (”cubs”) was the 3rd Ruler of the Pridelands. Son of Warithi, brother to Wajibu, and father of Akili, Mkali, and many other children. Watoto was a rather jolly and jovial king in contrast to his stern and stoic younger brother Wajibu. Coincidentally with the meaning of his name, Watoto had the most cubs of all the monarchs aside from Mfalme (who had many mates before betrothal while Watoto was fully monogamous), having six sons and one daughter. All of his sons from second to last born became members of Mkali’s Guard. Watoto was accidentally killed in the middle of a Lion Guard mission when unexpected enemies ambushed them.

Akili (”mind”, “intellect”) was the 4th Ruler of the Pridelands. Son of Watoto, brother to Mkali and many other siblings, and father of Kusita and Taka. Akili was a brave warrior who had defended his kingdom from various sieges and battled many wars. Akili seemed indestructible given his great size and valor, until he met his downfall with a swift bite on the heel from a rogue lion. (Akili... heel.... see what I did there lol)

Kusita (”hesitant”, “reluctant”) was the 5th Ruler of the Pridelands. Son of Akili, brother of Taka, and father of Nahodha, Nkosi (sons), and Nzima (daughter). Kusita was a patient listener to all perspectives, but not a great immediate decision-maker. His way of ruling was often split between his brother’s conservative ways and his youngest son’s progressive ways. He only wanted what was best for his family and feared upsetting his peers. He would let his pride debate until he would make a final, balanced ruling that would satisfy all parties. He died from complications of an unspecified, degenerative disease that he was predisposed to as he was born rather meek.

Nahodha (”captain”) was the 6th Ruler of the Pridelands. Son of Kusita, brother of Nkosi and Nzima, and father of Kivuli and Kijani. Nahodha was hasty and hotheaded, catching himself in a territorial dispute over the Pridelands’ borders due to his competitive nature. When a troop of baboons grew in numbers, their king tried to claim much of the Pridelands as his. Nahodha not only won back the territory, but was overcome by greed, insisting he took more than his share of land. His younger brother Nkosi persuaded him that he was way over his head and was making poor decisions out of anger, and Nahodha drew back on his land siege after powering through his stubbornness. Though the Pridelands had expanded and herd landmarks remain part of it to this day, the royal pride no longer oversees these lands and lets the herds live naturally on their own with their own leaders. Nahodha died trying to protect Nkosi after the baboons tried to get revenge, ending his strained relationship with his younger brother.

Kivuli (”shadow”) was the 7th Ruler of the Pridelands. Son of Nahodha, brother to Kijani, and father to Mohatu as well as three other children. Kivuli was a strong, stern, and feared king. Though the firstborn, he was known to be even fiercer than that of his meek, flighty brother Kivuli, who’d led the Lion Guard during his reign, which made Pridelanders question of the Great Kings even knew what they were doing in making Kivuli King and Kijani Guard Leader. He met his end when there had been an outbreak of a rabies-like disease. In a fit of maddened distemper, he had killed all of his cubs except Mohatu before succumbing to a final seizure.

Mohatu (”was loved”) was the 8th Ruler of the Pridelands. Son of Kivuli. husband of Almasi, and father of Uru and Moyo. Plagued with loneliness all his life due to his father’s early passing, untimely demise of his siblings as a cub, and disease outbreak taking away half of his pride growing up, Mohatu was an excellent speaker and negotiator despite it all, even getting the Pridelanders of all kinds to work together to find a water source during one of the Pridelands’ worst droughts. Mohatu did not have a Lion Guard until his secondborn son, Moyo, came of age. Mohatu died from complications of pneumonia and old age. He is said to have become the Brightest Star in the Sky.

Uru (”diamond”) was the 9th Ruler of the Pridelands and was the Pridelands’ first Queen. She was the daughter of Mohatu, sister of Moyo, wife of Ahadi, and mother to Mufasa and Scar (formerly known as Askari II). She took her duties very seriously as she had a graceful, levelheaded demeanor that would silence any Pridelander. Shenzi’s Clan was first banished during her reign, after her husband Ahadi had caught them hunting the herds for sport. During that time, she was away looking for a water source for the Pridelanders, as her father once did. Uru had been the more serious and confident parent of her two boys, always getting them to stop bickering when Ahadi couldn’t. Uru was very intelligent, which meant it took a lot of manipulation from her youngest son to get his way. The spoiling of her youngest son combined with Ahadi’s passive parenting/discipline indirectly caused him to follow an entitled path that had steadily worsened over time. Uru died from the same illness that took her father.

Mufasa (”king”) was the 10th Ruler of the Pridelands. Son of Uru, brother of Scar, and father to Simba. Mufasa wasn’t always the big, brave lion he is known for nowadays, he once started off skittish and shy. When he grew older, he compensated for his former cowardice with a harsh temper and brute strength. As an older sibling of an entitled younger brother who would use his temperamental reputation as an advantage to get him in trouble, he’d often get the brunt of blame and responsibility and was unfairly admonished by his mother at times. This strained relationship between him and his mother/brother led him to be closer to his father Ahadi. Mufasa found balance within himself, toning his aggressive nature down after marrying Sarabi and having Simba. He was overthrown by being mercilessly killed in a stampede by Scar once his jealously and psychopathy was at its peak.

Askari II (”soldier”, “warrior”), mostly known as Scar, was the 11th Ruler of the Pridelands by coup d'état and being next in line after Mufasa and Simba. Son of Uru, brother of Mufasa, and uncle of Simba. Askari II grew up spoiled as he would get away with things due to his intellect and manipulation abilities. Prideful of his intelligence, Askari II wanted everything his older brother Mufasa had as he thought he would be better because he was smart, so much so that he thought leading the Guard wasn’t good enough. After being bitten over the eye by a cobra and earning the nickname “Scar” by Mufasa, his envy of Mufasa accelerated so greatly that he’d risked his position as Leader of the Guard trying to get his Guard to overthrow his brother, formed an alliance with the banished hyenas, and ultimately killed his brother in a stampede. Scar would then let the Pridelands into ruin when Shenzi’s Clan still practiced overhunting. Scar stewed in envy of Mufasa’s position of king so much and claiming that he would be better and smarter than him that he didn’t even bother trying to properly rule, as he’d always been a lousy leader and refused to let his predecessors teach him; he ignored pleas and suggestions from his subjects, started conspiracies with loyal followers of his, and succumbed to madness and paranoia brought on by a twinge of worsening guilt of killing Mufasa. Scar met his end when he was mauled alive by the hyenas after he threw them under the bus trying to save his own skin from Simba. Scar’s legacy is survived by an orphaned protégée who he’d left in the care of his most loyal follower and somewhat de facto queen, Zira.

Simba (”lion”) is the 12th and current Ruler of the Pridelands. Son of Mufasa, nephew of Scar, and father to Kiara and Kion. Growing up mischievous, impatient, and a tad bit spoiled as a cub, Simba’s carefree innocence was taken from him as he watched his father Mufasa fall to his death, had Scar tell him lies that would live with him for the rest of his life (Scar thought what he said wouldn’t matter because Simba would just die anyway), and was threatened with death from the hyenas all in one day, causing him to develop PTSD that would carry on for life, no matter how carefree his outcast friends Timon and Pumbaa taught him to be. Simba believed in Scar’s lies all the years he was exiled, believing Mufasa’s death was his fault and that everyone would be mad at him if they saw his face again, even if it was all an accident. Simba came home not only to learn that no one would’ve been mad at him as he’d only been a cub when Mufasa’s death happened, but he’d also learned that Scar had truly done it, and on purpose, and Simba, along with everyone else, had been furious with him instead. After defeating Scar, Simba was a nervous and cautious ruler, much different to the way he’d expected to rule as a cub. He would ironically go on to face many threats and disputes during his rule, and as numb as he seemed to it, it was not good for his mental health, and his selflessness due to his warped perception of self-worth would leave him to often run himself ragged. Kiara ("light") will be the 13th Ruler of the Pridelands in the future. Daughter of Simba and sister of Kion. A curious, adventurous, and rather spunky cub, Simba saw himself in his eldest cub Kiara, and did not want her to go through the same things he did growing up. He would not let her depart without an escort like his friends, Kion and his Guard, Nala, or himself. Because of this, Kiara felt sheltered and unconfident in her abilities. Kiara struggles with a bit of Impostor Syndrome as she feels her accomplishments and differing facades she uses for differing peers are disconnected from her true being, and fears she won't live up to everyone's expectations despite not wanting anything expected of her. Kiara's poor perception of her position as future queen is stemmed from her very opposite experience in royal lessons from her father's; Simba was once excited to be king when he saw how cool and easy Mufasa made it look, but Kiara witnessed a traumatized father who made being a monarch look like a lonely burden because of how much he saddened himself uttering words to her that his father once told him. Kiara went through phases growing up; Uncertain as a child, accepting and enthusiastic as a preteen, and back to uncertain as an adult, but with an added hunger for justice and peace. Kiara's awareness and observation of her parents' mental health and past allowed her to grow mentally strong and open-minded, aware that all individuals are complex and are not at all black-and-white. This openmindedness allowed Kiara, along with Kovu, to call for peace between the Pridelanders and Outsiders. Though she's open and sweet most of the time; she will not hesitate to fight back if someone actively harms her or her loved ones after refusing to accept the idea of peace. Her strong mind and empathy will likely make her a kind and just queen.

[snowbird-down]

Tempus Hiems (Pt 2)

General ~83ish/Garlemald spoilers, so proceed at your own risk!

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Laelia didn’t really have much of an appetite, but she wasn’t about to turn down Pater’s minestrone. It was more watery than usual and he’d clearly cooked it with canned vegetables, but – it was still savory and tomato-y and a welcome blush of warmth. A taste of Locus Amoenus; preserving their ancestral recipes: that’s what the Belisars had prided themselves on not so long ago, and here they were now, on a decrepit rooftop, still stubbornly clinging to those traditions. Pater spooned the soup into a metal mug -- something he’d clearly looted because it was too utilitarian to have belonged to the restaurant -- and plonked it into her hands with a lopsided smile.

In truth she’d accepted the soup purely to earn that expression. Out of the three of them, Pater looked the worst: his coat was tattered, and a linen wrap now covered two of his eyes, leaving only the right exposed. Verina was dirty and bruised but generally no worse for wear; Tacitus had earned himself a gnarly new facial scar, still raw, but the distance in his eyes suggested that his true wounds were less tangible.

“Sorry it’s not quite up to code, Sport,” Pater said, his good eye twinkling. “We went through the fresh stuff ages ago.”

“Hey, at least you have food,” Laelia said, with a small laugh.

“Why do you think we’ve defended this place so hard?” Verina asked. “Right now we’re more wealthy than the Emperor. We lost about everything in the kitchen, but the storage? We still have all the storage.”

Laelia’s eyes widened. The restaurant’s kitchen had always been a little cramped, leaving them to store all the non-perishables in the basement. If they’d managed to somehow hide the fact that they even had a basement, that meant that right now they were sitting on barrels of wine and olive oil, racks of salted meats, sacks of rice, sugar, and flour, and whole palates of canned goods.

“Nobody’s tried to raid you?” she asked in wonder.

“Oh they’ve tried,” Tacitus said, without turning. For now he was content to hover over the little stove they’d fashioned from a ceruleum bottle. A portable radio droned under its breath beside him. “Turns out Papa’s aim hadn’t rusted even after all these years.”

“So they stopped trying pretty quick.” Verina smirked. “Afterwards, I was able to start negotiating. Anyone who could bring us ceruleum or ammo got paid with food in exchange.”

Laelia lifted the mug to her sister in salute. “Only you could put your law degree to use during the apocalypse.”

Verina rolled a shoulder shyly.

“So you’re in contact with other survivors?” Laelia asked.

“Well…we were.” Pater spooned up his own mug and sat down heavily by the fire. “But little by little they lost ground to the Glory-Be’s and their machines, and most folk fled the city. We started having to look for ammo and ceruleum ourselves.”

“Is that where everyone else is?”

Pater and Verina looked at each other. Tension suddenly coiled through Tacitus.

“We…haven’t seen Marco since the scream,” came Pater’s quiet response, his gaze in the bottom of his cup. “Your Nonna sent him out to get some groceries that night and that was the last we ever saw of him. She was the one who first volunteered to start getting ceruleum for us once our supply was on fumes -- grabbed a kitchen knife and made the trek to and from Tapper’s Den countless times. Not sure what finally got her but one night she simply never returned. So then your grandfather went – insisted – but I knew he’d never get far on that leg, and he didn’t. After two trips he didn’t return either.”

The cup fell from Laelia’s hands.

Verina saw the look in her eyes and glanced away. “When Papa didn’t return with any ceruleum either, we finally ran out,” came her quiet offering. “It was a little while before we could get more, and…Mater got sick in the meantime.”

Tacitus punched the rooftop – a single shotgun blast of emotion. Laelia started. She’d never once, in all her life, seen her oldest brother lose his temper.

“If I’d had access to the hospital – to a clinic, a pharmacy – anything! Pneumonia. It was fucking pneumonia! A single bottle and she’d still be here with us, but I couldn’t do even that for her!”

“He and Pater searched everywhere,” Verina murmured. “And came back like…”

“Come on now, no brooding.” Pater forced a smile. “You saved me, Tas.”

Tacitus’ head vanished between his shoulders. “I couldn’t save either of your eyes.” 

“Good thing I had three!”

Tacitus did not respond.

Dead. Mother and Marco, Nonna and Papa, all of them…dead. Wasting away in the rime or buried in it, or wandering the streets like a corpse, bereft of agency and thought. Laelia fell forward and dry heaved.

Dead. Dead. Half her family, dead.

The last Laelia had seen her family whole was that fateful night. She was still in the capitol recovering from the wound she’d earned evacuating Baelsar’s Wall. The Legion had given her leave to return home, to recover while working at the restaurant. So she had. In those quiet evenings, she’d managed to take the first steps towards repairing her relationships with them all. It almost felt like – at some point in the future, anyroad – they could all be a normal family again.

But then came the Mad Prince and his purge. They came for the Populares in the night, and while Laelia was but newly-recruited, she didn’t want to take the chance that she could lead royal bootlickers to the Cucina. Instead she fled, raced for the hangars, stole the Delphinus, flew free. And with that, Laelia jen Belisar became a viator, undoubtedly to the shame of her family.

She’d been off doing fuck all in Eorzea while they suffered here – had been racing scrap heaps in the Hinterlands and fucking around with elezen nobles while Garlemald crumbled and burned. Her family had needed her and she’d abandoned them.

She never had the chance to apologize for her behavior in her youth, for all the things she said and didn’t say; did and didn’t do. For the trouble she’d caused. That night, she’d fled in such haste that she couldn’t tell anyone she loved them. Now she never could.

“Hey.” Father’s voice, soft and rumbly, jolted her from her tears. “You came back, Sport. That’s all that matters. Gives us hope that Irene will show up again too. All that matters now is that we’re together. From here we can make things right.”

“Make them right fucking how?” Laelia managed, her voice cracking.

Verina leaned in. “Word has it that Emperor Varis is still alive. Many people have reported hearing him over the radio. The Ist still fights in his name, and the Xth is on its way to bolster them. Together they’ll have enough strength to retake the city.”

“With…with what? Where are they getting their ceruleum? Or their food? The legions aren’t coming, you guys. That’s why Eorzea moved in.”

All three of them straightened.

“The savages are here?!” Tacitus demanded. “Of course. Of course they are! The moment we show weakness--”

“Tas, it’s not like that--” Laelia began.

“Look at all this!” He swept a hand out to indicate the city – to indicate the unholy tower behind him – his eyes blazing like lit ceruleum. “What do you think all this is? It’s magic, Lee! The savages laid this curse on us!”

“Will you shut up a second and listen to me?! Where do you think I’ve been all this time? I’ve been living with Eorzeans, they’d never do something like--”

“You just said they’re on our doorstep.”

“They’re here to help, asshole!”

She flinched the moment the words left her tongue; he flinched as though she’d struck him. Here they were, screaming at each other, when Tacitus had always been her best friend. Verina stared; Pater wilted.

“I think…we could all use some more soup,” Pater said at last. “And maybe a good bottle of marsala. Verina? Will you show your sister how to get into the basement?”

“Uh…sure. Yeah.” Verina stepped down from her roost and offered her rifle to Tacitus. He didn’t immediately take it, baleful eyes lost in the stove’s little flame.

Laelia bid Brutus to stay and rose to follow her sister.

But that numb, disconnected feeling she’d gotten while walking through the city had returned, and it ate her emotions whole.

[whereflowersbloom]

Nursery

The evening light looks orange enough to catch fire through the window. Its such a nice day to start working on the most important room of their home. It’s more than just a room actually, the nursery.  It’s a precious and tangible promise. A promise of a life that would be full of everything a child should have.  A promise of a childhood free of pain or worry or neglect, one that would know unconditional love and attention in abundance. There was a large ivory rug that covered half of the gray hardwood floors, to the white furniture, which consisted of the changing table and dresser. They already had the antique birch and oak crib that belonged to the Wayne family. Pennyworth insisted they kept it.

Inside these mint green walls, no joy would ever be denied to him. Damian would make certain of that. Everything his son desired, every need satisfied, every wish made true. His child would be cared for, tenderly nurtured and assuredly protected. By all means. He would make sure to set consistent rules and limits, keep in mind that conflicts are one way that children first learn about self-control, compromise and cooperation that’s what he had read. They had been expecting Malik for six months and twelve days now. Yes, he was definitely keeping track of the days. He prepared a pregnancy calendar board marked with the ultrasound appointments, prenatal classes, and other details in case of emergency. Reminders. Raven had commented several times he tried too hard, but Damian had this compulsive need to be in control of everything. They were creating their own family together, As a future father Damian wanted everything down to the littlest detail to be perfect.

Was his first son’s arrival anticipated with so much enthusiasm from both Kent and Wayne family, his heart swelled with a familiar warmth. Malik would be loved and probably spoiled by his siblings. Jason was already saying he would teach him shoot accurately without missing a single target, as soon he was able to hold a toy blaster, Dick kept mentioning Mar’i needed a playmate preferably Tamaranean-proof, Tim as usual didn’t show much excitement but the last time there had been a spark of interest in his dark blue eyes when they showed his family the 4K ultrasound video from the last obstetrician’s appointment. Stephanie hoped he liked waffles. Malik would have a very different life. Father...Bruce was still digesting the news of becoming a grandfather. Damian could swear for a second caught the glimpse of an emotional Alfred tearing up tears of joy, the British man promised to be around to help in any way the young couple requested. A new Wayne heir.

He can’t help wondering at times, even under different circumstances. Did someone personally build him a nursery? He knew the obvious answer no. Did his mother think to baby-proof the whole League of Assassins compound? He highly doubted it.

Perhaps this was what fatherhood was about: Staying up at night, thinking incessantly about his son’s life and future, worrying about which school he would attend, if he would practice a sport, maybe basketball like Dick, or take after him, take interest in martial arts and swordsmanship. There was no need to get worked up over numbers for a college fund. Eventually he would be in charge of Wayne Enterprises, thankfully Drake sticked around to manage the overall operations, assist the board meetings, whenever Damian was away from Gotham due to Titans or Batman’s business. Drake indeed proved to be quite clever and capable. His mind went back to his son. Will Malik feel loved? Have absolutely no doubts he was wanted. Damian would be by his side ensuring he did. Silently vowing.

Now if only he could finish assembling the convertible crib. He hasn't tried to throw any items of furniture yet, but he's fraying dangerously close to actually doing it. This fucking manual was useless. Damian was currently siting on the hardwood floor, eyes carefully scanning the sheet of instructions again for the fifth time.

“Don’t tell me you’re still in here.” Raven asked her husband with hands on hips as she entered the room. Her long hair in a loose braid, wearing an oversized shirt and comfortable shorts. His green eyes focused on her round belly. She looked so beautiful with a life growing inside her. Her beauty stabbed at his heart like a great knife The miracle of procreation. A new life. Damian had spend the last two hours in the baby’s nursery, claiming he didn’t need help doing a simple task as building a crib. Not Grayson or Jon. Specifically not Conner Kent.

“I’m not leaving this room until this damn crib is properly assembled!” Damian replied obviously annoyed and frustrated. She could perceive his increasing frustration miles away. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. Dealing with pregnancy hormones and an annoyed husband wasn’t easy.

“We could always ask Clark or Jon for help...” Raven suggested vaguely, violet eyes flickering around the room. It was unlikely that Batman had any experience when it comes to baby furniture. On second thought having two Kryptonians with superhuman strength, surrounded by fragile baby furniture...Idea dismissed.

“Over my dead body.” Damian muttered stubbornly, jaw set like the idea of asking for help is a personal insult.

Raven just shook her head and headed over the dresser and looked at several of the outfits that they already had for little Malik, who recently started kicking her with more force, at first it was just a tiny quiver, Raven admitted it was tremendously exciting when she felt it, like a flutter. Damian was there right next to her, wearing an amazed expression on his face, but then Malik began kicking more in the evening, recurrently, she noticed. He was also an early riser just like his father. She observed that some of the onesies were from some members of the Justice League. There’s was a Aquaman one, Flash, Superman, recalling it was a present from Clark and Jon. She smiled softly as she pulled out a black one with the Batman symbol on it with the words saying 'Future Batman' on it. She took it, turning around to show it to Damian with a raised eyebrow. “Whose ideas was this?”

“Don’t look at me. Grayson thought it would be an appropriate gift.” Damian muttered sulkily as he continued reading the manual of instructions for the crib he insisted assembling himself, studying it with knitted eyebrows. Was the manual in Swedish? What there anything this man couldn’t do? Except perhaps build this Swedish convertible crib which was clearly giving him a headache.

“Why am I not surprised?” She rolled her eyes as she caressed her swollen belly affectionately. She did it often, out of instinct. It felt so natural...yet strange. In less than three months she would become a mother.

Mother. She was about to be someone's mother. She had only ever pictured the idea in an abstract sort of way, never really picturing it clearly until Damian brought it up about four months after their engagement. Even after a Damian came into her life, she never imagined he would want to have a child with her, if she were being honest. She was not human. This child was not completely human and yet she was certain of risking her own life protecting from any harm. It’s the type of love that leaves you speechless at the end of the day. It’s a love so pure you almost think it can’t be real. Lois told her once all the forces on this planet will never beat that of a mother. Those words were probably a universal truth.

I am writing this oneshot but I’m not sure I can finish it. But here’s a fragment. I apologise if it isn’t that good but it’s 3am and I’m exhausted 😅😅😅

Malik belongs to @deep-in-mind67 💚💚💚💚

[rory-for-short]

We are not our parents|Part Five

He couldn't see them

When Lucy had gotten the call from her, well, she didn't know what they were... her Richard Grayson, asking for her measurements, she was ever the skeptic.

"Is this about your dad's big fling?" She asked over the phone as she settled on her couch.

"Possibly," he answered from the other end, sitting at a desk in his room.

"Why don't I just pick what I wear," she questioned. The way she said where was like "whey-uh" . It was all Jersey, and made Dick laugh to himself.

"You definitely could, but I just wanted to give you a designer option," he explained.

"You think I can't afford a designer option?"

"I know you can't. You make 11 dollars an hour in Gotham city

"Fair. Okay. Fine we can try designer, but I have some specifications."

"Okay, shoot."

"No checker board, no pinstripes. Nothing that says criminal. I don't mind blazers or flowers. Nothing flashy I'm laying low," she rattled off.

"Don't worry. I know you are feeling a little weird about this-"

"-A little?-"

"But I know what I'm doing. Well, I guess the dress maker does. I don't have any say. I can pass on your message to them though," he explained. She gave a sigh of relief. She had been freaking out all week about this party. This stupid, ritzy, heart of Gotham party.

After she found out about her man being THE Richard Grayson Wayne, she wanted out. Even if her parents weren't terrorists, she still wouldn't be on his level. She missed when she thought he was just a gutter rat greecer wannabe punching muggers for fun. But he was educated. High Socioty. Fit as a fiddle, and hot as the Sahara. Yet he chased her. He wanted her. He was so infatuated.

It's not like she didn't see anything good about herself. On the contrary, she knew she was hardworking, pretty funny, nice to look at expessialy when she was trying, and all in all she was a cute, blonde girl next door. However, sometimes it felt like none of that mattered. She was surrounded by a dark legacy. She couldn't even consider having her own kids. What would she tell them, and mabey crazy skips a generation.

But this dumb, cute, himbo of a boy saw none of it. Or at least, he pretended not to notice it. Sometimes he'd give her a strange look and she wonder if he was thinking about the people who raised her. She started being a bit more subtle. No dark makeup, lest she look like her mother. No red lipstick, because that was her father's signature look. Hair up in pigtails? Off limits. The colors red or green, she avoided them before Dick Grayson anyway.

"Hello? Lucy are you still there," Dicks voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Sorry I think a siren was going by," she said avoiding the truth.

"No worries, I was asking if you wanted me to get a hair and makeup person too?"

"Oh gawd no! I know what looks good on my face," she laughed.

"Even with you not knowing what the dress will look like?" He challenged.

"On second thought-" she trailed off. She could hear him laugh from the other side of the line.

"Gotcha, I'll get it all set up," he assured.

He got it all set up alright. The afternoon before the party a knock on her door sounded. She opened it to fing him grinning with a black dress bag slung over his shoulder.

"Heya-Hiya," he greeted fondly. She noticed he wasn't alone at the door. There was also a pale woman with raven hair longer than she'd ever seen and jagged bangs. She wore a mesh top, black shorts and a leather jacket. She was ethereal and beautiful. Lucy almost forgot to talk.

"Babe, this is Rachel. She's really good with makeup and she's a buddy of mine," he introduced.

"So you're Lucy? The way your Golden retriever of a boyfriend described you I was expecting Shera, or Captian Marvel," his friend mused. Dick was turning bright red from the tips of his ears to his neck.

"Yeah, yeah, that's really funny Rachel," he awkwardly laughed. Lucy welcomed them inside and Dick layed the dress bag on the couch while Rachel carried in a big metal mackup case.

"I haven't seen the dress yet," Dick admitted, "I told her all that stuff you told me. Hopefully they listened." He said getting ready to unveil it.

Rachel was now standing beside them as Dick revealed the dress. As they stood there taking it in, she realized that there was a color she forgot to say was off limits. It was a beautiful dress. The top of it like a Corsett with spaghetti straps. The tooling elegant and down to the knees. There were several star details on it. They lay on a sky of deep purple. Lucy bit her lip nervously. Richard noticed immediately.

"Well, that was an oversight on our part," he sighed disappointedly. Rachel cocked her head confused.

"And I thought I was a Debby downer. It's a beautiful peice, plus it isn't too bright. Hell, I'd wear it," she concluded settling her hands on her hips. And she was right, it was beautiful. Mabey beautiful enough to distrct from the rest of her. If the only people talked about was her dress, she'd be okay with that.

"I love it," she said smiling.

"Yeah, Dick doesn't know what he's talking about. He has zero taste unless it's in women," she joked. She met eyes with her boyfriend and smiled.

Bruce was stewing in indecision. His son had come to him and told him that he and Lucy discussed the risks involved with a public appearance, that he could protect her, and that she had been through enough in her life so she should be able to just have fun for one night. He agreed. Deep down he agreed. However, he knew the kinds of people that attended these parties.

Not all of them were in it for the charity. Big names who wanted investors, ass kissing new moneies wanting to climb ranks. People with dirty money. It was an open charity event, and gossip from the criminal higher ups couldn't be discounted. All his parties had this risk, but this time it felt more pressing. On top of that he now knew the Jokers name. His full name. All he had to do was bluff with the first name an Harley had spilled all her info. She had told him all about Joker, her daughter, and how no matter how brutal the man was she wanted to stay with him.

"Yah know, I could handle our fights. The way we went round and round. I never considered leaving him until he suggested we get Lucy in on the family business," she sighed taking a drag of her cigarette. "I knew then I had to get the hell outta dodge. You and I both know a battlefield is no place for a child. She was only 15-" she stopped herself as she realized just who she was talking to.

"Nevermind. I guess you wouldn't get it. I wanted her to be normal. Arthur wanted her to be us. You always gotta want better for your kids. I might be a criminal psychopath, but why drag her into it. Why make her fight my battles? Or his? Or anyone's? I started a money stash. I was gonna run away with her," she looked down at the ash falling from her cigarette, and stamped it with her foot.

Bruce knew the rest of the story or at least from the perspective of his and police. Jason was his Robin at the time. They got an anonymous tip on the Joker's hideout. Harley had sold him out. When they arrived on the scene there was almost no reason to interfere. The way the two clowns were going at it, they would probably just end up killing eachother.

Harley's neck was cut. Only deep enough to make a red necklace that was surface level but he could guess what Joker was trying to accomplish. The Joker had two knives in him. He was still on his feet sporting a death grip on a hatchet with Harley's name on it.

There was also a hostage. Looking on, holding a gun, and not knowing who to shoot at. She was about 15.

They didn't even stop to look their way. They knew he and Robin were there, but this was deeply personal and toxically volatile.

Bruce remembered how easy they were to take down. Gotham police had them unarmed, sedated and in medical vehicles in practically no time; they had already done so much damage to eachother they hardly needed a push. Jason got the gun from the hostage. While Batman delt with the authorities and offered to gaurd the hospitals, not to keep anyone out, but keep the two clowns in, he left Jason in charge of the hostage.

He found out later that night, or he guessed, the next morning, that she was their kid. He learned when he read the police report. He forgot about her after that, but it did cross his mind that she was out there, somewhere, from time to time.

Dick and Lucy headed to the mannor before the party. He explained how his dad was a tightass and his butler was a total bro, so they'd be going through the garden and climbing the wall.

"You want me to climb in this dress and heels? In your dreams puddin," she scoffed rolling her eyes and playfully hitting him on the shoulder.

"I'll lift you over you won't have to break a sweat," he coerced. She lifted her eyebrow, amused.

"I'm 5'9 and 173 pounds of pure woman. If you think you can get me over that wall you are psyco!" She laughed exgerattingly gesturing as she spoke. When they had first got together, he would have had one of those danger reactions to this. To her eyes going wide with disbelief, and throwing her head back in a cackle. But those happened less and less. He realized something

He couldn't see them in her anymore.

Without another word he placed his hands on her waist and practically ballerina tossed her. She managed to catch halfway up on the flat part Making the wall a ledge. It almost knocked the breath out of her. But she managed to steady herself and hoist her body the rest of the way up. She was a bit of a ballerina after all. When they had both sets of feet in the garden, he flashed an "I told you so" smile. She rolled he eyes and gestured for him to lead the way.

When he began sliding open the kitchen door, he heard Tim's voice carry from the foyer.

"Well, well, well, how the turn tables!" He cackled. He heard a frustrated groan.

"Forget it, I don't see why I ask you for anything," he heard another male voice carry. The two pairs of couples entered the kitchen at the same time. Tim with his 'friend' Connor, and Dick with Lucy.

There was a beat of silence.

"So, you went the kitchen route huh?" Drake noted.

"Yeah, we went the kitchen route," Dick sighed.

"You look like a ruffian," Conner stated.

"I'm getting into my suit. It's wool and everything, I just didn't before picking up Lucy," he srugged.

"The matching ties are cute. You guys look adorable together," Lucy chimed in.

"We're not together," they defended in unison.

Another beat of silence.

"Well, okay. We are going upstairs. You guys have fun," Dick announced as he practically dragged Lucy behind them. Once they hit the back staircase they went from stone cold silence to giggling.

"They were wearing pride pocket squares and matching ties, how was I supposed' ta know," she defended with a hushed alarm.

"Oh they are. They just don't know it yet," he lead her to his room and opened the door for her.

[theuniversitychallengereview]

UC 50 Grand Final - Warwick vs Magdalene, Cam

In the world of sports a Grand Final is defined as ‘a game that decides a sport’s league’s premiership (or championship) winning team, i.e. the conclusive game of a finals (or play-off) series’. It is most commonly used in Australian sports and is synonymous with the championship game in North American Sports - e.g. the NBA Finals or the Superbowl. British rugby league adopted the term for its season ending affair in 1998.

The commonality between all of these examples is that the Grand Final comes at the end of a league tournament, after which some number of the highest ranking teams take part in a knockout tournament to determine the season champion. Even with its complicated quarter-final format, University Challenge is a knockout tournament from the start, with no semblance of a league at any point. There does exist the possibility that the finalists could have played each other prior to meeting in the final, as has happened this year with Warwick beating Magdalene 200-160 in the quarters, but that hasn’t always been the case. 

All of this is just to say that in the case of University Challenge, the use of ‘grand’ seems to be purely adjectival rather than providing supplemental information regarding the competition format as it does in these other cases. Not that I’m going to quibble with it, tonight’s final is undoubtedly going to be Grand.

For the second year in a row, after six consecutive appearances by various colleges, we have no Oxford team in the final. The two finalists certainly had something to say in that matter, with Warwick dispatching two Oxonian quartets - Wolfson and Merton - and Magdalene three - University, Corpus Christi and Balliol. Warwick won the whole thing in 2007, beating the reigning champions from Manchester, while Magdalene’s sole apperance in the Grand Final was a loss to Sidney Sussex back in 1978.

Warwick arrive in the Grand Final as slight favourites, courtesy of the unbeaten run that took them there, including their aforementioned defeat of tonight’s Cantabrigian opponents. Their average score of 201 is actually slightly lower than Magdalene’s 202, but they hadn’t looked troubled until their semi-final against Imperial. 

Magdalene have produced two of the most impressive performances of the series, beating Birkbeck 240-140 in the quarters and annihilating Balliol 270-50 in the semis, and (stats taken from @StatsUC on Twitter) rank first of all teams in bonus question percentage, correctly answering 128, or 71%, of the 170, they have faced thus far. Warwick have an inferior percentage of 59%, but rank higher on the starter question league table (Magdalene have averaged more of those too, though with a lower percentage, suggesting that Warwick have been involved in slower matches).

Another interesting statistic is that Magdalene Captain Lawson, with six, has twice as many incorrect interruptions as the entire Warwick team so far. He is Magdalene’s best buzzer, and will likely have to take some risks to overcome Warwick’s superiority in that respect. If these risks pay off, and he is able to steal a few starter questions early on, I think Magdalene will have a far bigger chance of taking home the trophy. The first set of questions pre-first picture round will be pivotal.

Whoever wins, or rather, has won, by the time you’re reading this, its been another terrific series of The Challenge. The fact that they weren’t able to get the filming done at the usual time because of Covid, and then had to come back in later to record most of the episodes with plastic screen dividers makes me even more grateful to have been able to watch the show this year. We all needed that slice of normality on a Monday night, and what could me more normal than watching a bunch of nerds answering questions about complex organic molecules or Byzantine emperors?

Anyway, that’s enough sappiness, here’s your first starter for ten...

Warwick’s Burrell is the only one who has put any effort into their Grand Final attire, and is rocking an awesome floral shirt. Lawson comes in early with love, but he is wrong, and my flowery boy Burrell scoops up the points with hell. Only one bonus follows, but they are twenty points clear courtesy of Lawson’s neg. 

Braid takes the second starter, and Rout remembers Burrell’s surname (which he had failed to do in the closing moments of their semi-final) to nominate him on two of the bonuses, of which they take three. The funky shirt must be providing Mr Burrell with some extra knowledge on top of the chilled out vibes, because he takes his second of the night. 

Magdalene manage to get off the mark with the first picture starter, and a full set on grid references takes them up to twenty points. No one gets a starter on cavitation, before Burrell grabs his third starter! He’d averaged 1.4 in their previous five games! 

There’s a second starter for Braid, before Rout wonders aloud whether ‘this is another example of us not knowing the popular culture’, in relation to a bonus set on vampire films. They miss Only Lovers Left Alive and A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night, but get Let The Right One In, so they’re not entirely ignorant. 

Davies snaffles some more points for Magdalene, and then both sides miss the music starter, before Davies takes another to win the music bonuses for Cambridge. They are only forty points behind now. Davies completes a hat-trick of consecutive starters with Fox and Hedgehog, based on a clue about Jemima Puddleduck. We’re down to twenty points...

Braid gets his third starter, before an excellent bit of flagwork from Byrne allows Magdalene to close to within ten points. A neg halts their momentum and Rout swoops in to drag Warwick forty clear again. Magdalene can’t afford any more slip ups, but Lawson isn’t able to identify a Titian painting on the second picture starter, allowing Braid in to steal. A couple of bonuses put Warwick sixty ahead, and one feels as though Magdalene may have missed their opportunity. 

In what could possibly be the most unfortunate incorrect interruption of all time, given the state of play in the match in which it occurred, Davies buzzes in with Bannerman Campbell rather than Campbell Bannerman, losing five points instead of gaining ten, and surely confirming Warwick as champions. It seems harsh, but in the end he was wrong, and he looks devastated.

Lawson buzzes frantically on the last starter of the year, and gets it right with a defiant shout of glucagon, but the gong sounds immediately afterwards, and Warwick have won.

Final Score: Warwick 195 - 140 Magdalene, Cam

Another fantastic match to end the series! Congratulations to Warwick on a flawless campaign, and commiserations to Magdalene, who were brilliant throughout as well. Like I said before, this has been another excellent series of UC, and has helped to keep me sane throughout the year. Roll on the next series...

The gap between the sides was 55 points, but this can be almost entirely attributed to the Campbell Bannerman Bannerman Campbell mixup. Warwick gained 20 points and Mags lost five. Had Davies got the names the right way round, and then the same two bonuses as Warwick the points swing would have been forty five. Not quite enough to turn the tide, but it would have been mighty close.

Thanks for reading this blog over the whole series. It means a lot that people continue to consume and engage with the silly ramblings I post, and I look forward to coming back for the new series, whenever that happens. 

In the meantime, if you enjoy what you read here and want to support the blog, or more importantly can’t wait a few months for some more UC content, I have a Patreon where I’ve been reviewing the 2015/16 series. You can sign up here, for as little as £1/month. 

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Netflix and Cuddle

This is not a chapter of the Woethough Au! I just wanted to write some Remile fluff and decided to have it set in the world.

Word count: 1226

Warnings: very brief mention of murder, otherwise pure fluff

Remy spread out the dye, careful to get it everywhere as even as possible.

Emile hummed along to the theme song of the cartoon he had put on, having memorized it already even though they were only at the second episode. In maybe two more he'd sing along, Remy knew.

"Turn your head a little, sugar," he said, guiding Emile in the direction he needed. "Perfect, thanks."

He pressed a quick kiss against Emile's cheek earning a giggle.

"Do you think the pink will look good?" Emile asked.

"Of course it will. Everything looks great on you, babe. Unless maybe if I manage to completely fuck this up."

"I wonder how our fusion will look then," Emile said, pausing the cartoon. "I'm not sure how your green will work with it. The baby blue wasn't as different."

"I bet we'll slay. Maybe we'll just have an entirely new hair colour? Isn't that how most of them work?"

"I think most fusions have some mix of the hair colours of whoever fused."

"Well, either way, we'll look awesome, pumpkin. Could you turn the other way?"

Emile pressed play again and Remy continued his work, occasionally commenting on the show. Back when they had started dating, Emile had sometimes worried Remy would get bored with the cartoons. He still liked to make sure Emile knew this wasn't the case. Never would be.

Who cared if his reputation as a stone cold bitch suffered. He could always just kill someone to get it back. Preferably some bigot or someone who had dared to point out his softness, the only exception being Logan's tiny gremlin.

"So, I think I've got it everywhere," Remy announced and combed through Emile's dye covered hair with one hand, just to make sure, before putting the old shower cap over his head. "I'll set a timer for when you have to wash it out."

"Thanks, babe," Emile smiled at him. "You're the best."

"Nope," Remy pressed a kiss against his cheek, "I think you got me confused with yourself there. And anytime."

Emile chuckled and Remy's heart melted at the sight of his smile, rosy cheeks and scrunched up eyes.

"Fine, but if I'm the best you're a very close second."

"Of course I'm second," Remy grinned. "Otherwise you'd be way out of my league. I'd never have a chance. Not that you aren't already."

Emile caught his lips with his own and Remy closed his eyes, melting into the kiss.

The stench of hair dye was filling up his senses and their noses bumped awkwardly but the feeling of Emile's lips against his was still the most amazing he'd ever felt. How incredible that he got to taste them everyday anew. Could fall in love deeper with every minute.

An alarm started both of them.

Remy checked his phone and clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Gotta wash it out now," he said and got up from the couch. "I'll be right back."

"Do you want me to pause so you don't miss anything?"

"Nah, don't worry. You can just tell me what happened or I can rewatch it sometime."

"Okay, then."

Remy strolled into the bathroom and let his pants drop to the floor and taking off the sports bra he had settled on instead of a binder. It was easier to take off without risking getting all the dye on it.

He stepped into the shower and let it run for a moment until it was warm enough.

Emile had bought a new shampoo, that was probably meant for little girls. Remy smelled at it. Something fruity and sweet. He squeezed it onto his hand. Pink and glittery. Why the fuck not?

Being one of the most feared men in the city didn't mean he couldn't sparkle and smell nice.

Logan had proofed the sparkly part just a month ago after he had made the mistake or maybe genuinely brilliant decision to buy the little gremlin some glitter from the crafting store. The trail of glitter falling from his hair and suit hadn't stopped anyone from falling to their knees in terror.

Remy still owed the kid ice cream for it. The news reports had been hilarious.

He stepped out of the shower again and dried himself off.

He wiped the mirror to get a glimpse of his hair. The green had turned out nicely. It was dark and they'd mixed in a little bit of red to desaturate it a bit.

The cartoon was paused when he came back into the living room. The window had been cracked open and the dye stench wasn't as prominent as it had been anymore.

Emile wasn't there.

"Babe?" Remy called into the apartment.

"I'm here!" came the reply from the kitchen. "Do you want some chips too?"

"Sure," Remy settled on the couch again. "Thanks!"

Emile came back with a big bowl and stopped in the doorway.

"That looks amazing!" he marvled.

"You think so?"

"Of course? Aren't you happy with it?" he set down the bowl on the coffee table and settled next to Remy.

"No, I like it. Don't worry. I'm happy you like it too. I think I might do this colour again actually," he gave Emile a few pecks over his cheek, forehead and nose and pulled him closer.

"We can cuddle once I've washed my hair," Emile reminded him.

"Mhm... Fine. So, what did I miss?"

Oh, of course!" Emile began recounting the plot in detail as Remy smiled to himself. The plot wasn't really all that important to him. The look on Emile's face when he talked about it on the other hand... Priceless. "...and this is where I paused."

"Okay," Remy nodded and pressed play.

They got to the end of the episode before Emile's alarm sounded and he got up to shower.

Remy paused to wait for him to come back, missing him and his warm weight against Remy's arm, as soon as he was out of the door.

He listened to the sound of the shower being turned on and Emile singing to himself as he got in.

He picked up the Stitch plushy sitting on the couch.

It was new.

Remy had gotten it from Hot Topic after the old one had disappeared from Emile's office and he had been upset about it. It couldn't quite make up for it but it had made Emile smile so as far as he was concerned it was worth it.

Remy was still trying to find out who of Emile's patients had stolen it even if Emile was sure that nobody had stolen it. That he had simply lost it.

"I'm back!" Emile announced, rubbing his head dry with a towel.

"And? How'd it turn out?"

Emile pulled the towel down and shook his hair out. It was a nice pastel pink. Maybe a little darker than they had intended but still nice and soft.

"Do you like it?" Emile asked.

"Babe, you're beautiful," Remy breathed. "Come here."

Emile sat on his lap and burrowed into his chest. Remy pulled him even closer and pressed kisses over his neck and cheeks.

"How did I find someone as gorgeous and smart and kind as you?" he murmured.

"By being handsome, cool, clever, charming and just all around incredible, maybe?" Emile suggested.

Remy chuckled.

"Oh, hush."

Emile clicked play again.

[yoongiloveshobi]

sope college au - pt.ii

Continuing on:

Yoongi has the biggest crush on this literature class boy with quirky colorful outfits. Jung Hoseok, who asks Yoongi to team up on a project  with him and Jimin and meet them later on the library.

The complete silence and peacefulness of the library broke for a moment when a giggly Jung Hoseok walked in, his arm around the shoulder of the blonde boy who was usually always by his side, Jimin. As always, the entrance of the beautiful tall man lighted up a smile on Yoongi’s face without him even noticing. 

Yoongi had already been there for a while because he was afraid to show up late and cause a bad impression on Hoseok, or “Hobi?” as he suggested Yoongi to call him. Surrounded by a couple thick books about literature and messy notes, the table was quickly joined by the other two boys.

“Let us something to work on...“ Jimin said, impressed by how much work Yoongi had already done. The truth is, Yoongi just wanted to look like he cared more about the project than specifically one of his teammates, which wasn’t true.

They spent a few minutes trying to catch up with whatever Yoongi had already written for their project. Which ended up being just a draft because none of them really understood whatever the author of the book he was analyzing was implying in his novels.

“Novels are just, stories people make to escape their own you know?“ Hoseok said, suddenly deep in thought.

“Yeah, like... daydreaming“ Yoongi thought without realizing he said it out loud.

“Precisely!” Hoseok excitedly answered with the biggest smile, surprised that someone understood precisely what he was talking about. Continuing on talking about how he sometimes just zones out of classes imagining his ideal life and how he wished he could make the world a peaceful and happy environment.

Being so used to listening to Hobi talk without a pause, Jimin just scrolled down his phone bored, waiting for this ramble to finish. On the contrary, Yoongi could only listen to all of Hoseok’s rambles with shimmering bright eyes, if a fire alarm had gone off, he wouldn’t have noticed it because of how soothing Hoseok’s voice was, not to even talk about his subtle giggles for himself, which made Yoongi realize how shy Hobi could get, he wasn’t that all confident popular man Yoongi thought he was, he was just a regular very nice and charming person. Which made Yoongi crush even more for him, made him think about all the things Hoseok could probably ramble about in one day and not even bother him. Sadly, that thought was cut off by his own thinking, remembering Jimin and him are already living together, and without even noticing, his face suddenly turned from a smile and shiny eyes to look away hopelessly and with a straight serious semble. As soon as Hoseok realized it, he went quiet, thinking maybe he made Yoongi uncomfortable because they actually were supposed to be doing work right now.

“I gotta pee, i’ll go get another book if it’s helpful on my way back“ said Hoseok while standing up and stretching a bit.

“Please forgive him, he doesn’t know how to shut up“ said Jimin as soon as Hobi walked a little away from their table. Eyes still locked on his phone.

“It’s okay...“ replied Yoongi, a bit confused by how suddenly Jimin sounded annoyed at Hoseok.

“No, cause he will just talk nonstop until, we, get the work done and he just ends up not doing much“ continued Jimin even more annoyed, putting his phone down  “he has done this since high school, that’s why he ended up without a freaking girlfriend“ finished Jimin, not realizing that now he was rambling about Hoseok.

“Oh?.. Uhm, sorry I don’t understand what that has to do with this?“ asked Yoongi, trying not to be too obvious on needing to know more about this girlfriend topic.

So before Hobi came back, Jimin hurried to explain how they are friends since high school, they always worked together and he always asked Jimin to team up with whoever Hobi had a crush on at the moment, because he was just too shy to ask anybody out on a real date. He finished saying how he thought that now that they are older and college roommates, he would’ve thought Hobi had finally gained enough courage to engage his crushes by himself.

“Instead of using me! His roommate and basically blood brother, to work on a stupid literature project with the dude he has crushed since last semester“ rambled Jimin laughing hysterically and making Yoongi laugh along, that was until Hobi came back and asked what were they laughing about.

At this point, Yoongi couldn’t even look at him to his face. He was flustered and shy by the news Jimin just poured on him. Blushed bright pink cheeks rising, trying to content his smile. Not only was Yoongi completely wrong about the fact that Jimin and Hobi were living together “romantically”, but he was also receiving the news about how his crush was interested also in men just like himself, and not only men, but the man that he is today, Min Yoongi. Never felt more proud and confident about himself until this day. He felt so lucky. Most people wouldn’t have their college crush to be anything more than that, most people with a crush wouldn’t even be able to get to talk to them, much less be their mutual crush?!? Impossible. Yoongi was flooded with all of these thoughts in his head while Hobi kept standing in front of the pair of boys just giggling stupidly.

“Well, I can also get to relief my rambles with Yoongi okay? Weren’t you gonna look for another book?“ replied Jimin at Hobi, who couldn’t help but laugh at his friend, always so dramatic. While Yoongi tried to act normal, not even cool, just normal, as if he wasn’t ridicoulooselly excited on the inside.

After a couple hours of working, Yoongi managed to look at Hoseok up to his face, his heart beating faster by the second, his hands shaking nervously and eyes stunned at how beautiful someone’s side profile could be. He tried to calm his own nerves thinking that maybe Jimin was just messing around, he didn’t exactly know the guy, so maybe this was just his kind of humour or whatever. 

A few yawns escaped his mouth before Jimin waved goodbye to both of them, saying he would continue on his part from his apartment and thanked them for their hardwork. Winking an eye at Yoongi from behind Hoseok’s back, bringing Yoongi back to his nerves and shakiness.

“Yoongi, you’re so quiet... I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable with my ramble earlier, you could’ve just told me to shut up hahah“ started Hoseok, trying to make a conversation and avoid to make things awkward now that it’s just both of them.

“You can’t just tell people to shut up Hoseok“ replied Yoongi, colder than he would’ve wanted, but he was just trying to be honest.

“How the hell not? Some people need to be told to shut up you can always just ask politely, it would be fine, at least for me, it’s fine... I don’t bite okay?“ He made direct contact with that last phrase, his grin wide and his eyes focused on Yoongi’s, just trying to see how he would react. 

Well, that was a little suggestive. Yoongi, obviously flustered, turned back to the book to break the eye contact, wondering if Hoseok had done that on purpose. He decided on his head that it wasn’t on purpose, it just happens to be that Hoseok is so nice and friendly he doesn’t even realize how actually good looking he is, and how his words and expressions could squeeze Yoongi’s heart with pure love.

Now Hoseok felt like he went a little too far with that comment, so he decided to stop the trying to approach for now, at least while he thinks he’s made his crush even more awkward about him. The reality is, they both are just as shy as the other, but none of them will give up on this opportunity of being able to talk. That’s why they continue on working on the project for almost 8 p.m, just an hour before the library closes. Making the smallest of talk about certain points in the novels they’re analyzing for the project.

“Hey, what do the initials SUGA stand for?“ asked Hoseok on a last attempt to get to know Yoongi better, pointing at his beads bracelet.

Yoongi laughed, a little embarrased to answer, though it’s actually something he enjoys to talk about. Hoseok felt a little relief when he saw Yoongi’s gummy smile, he could notice how he was kind of excited to tell him and he was even more excited to listen to him.

“It’s my basketball position, shooting guard. I just, think it’s a cool way to abbreviate it, I guess, and my team just decided to call me that way“ He said proudly and now being able to hold eye contact a bit longer. “I’m at the college’s home team. From the couple teams I’ve been in, this one’s pretty good, everyone practices very hard and we’re actually a couple weeks before the semifinals” continued Yoongi, gaining confidence by talking about something he genuinely enjoys. Hoseok couldn’t get enough of it. 

“Hyung, I didn’t know you played basketball, I always listen to the gym full of cheers when there’s a game but I’ve never actually seen one“ replied Hobi, eager to see if Yoongi tried to make a move and invite him.

“They’re very fun to watch! Even if I don’t play, basketball is such an exciting sport to watch, you should definetely come sometime!“ said Yoongi not properly making it an invitation, but more like a suggestion. Hoping that would’ve been enough for Hoseok to accept.

“Woah SUGA! That’s very sweet of you“ replied Hobi loudly with a giggle, definitely taking it as an invitation, just a step before turning it into a proper date. He put his hand on Yoongi’s arm and lightly hugged his muscle with his skinny hands, causing him goosebumps and his heart back at an unbelievable fast pace. “Maybe that’s why they named you Suga, you’re just that sweet hyung“ he added with the warmest look on his face, heart shaped smile and sparkly eyes. Risking it all for a chance to get asked on a date or be completely turned away in a second.

The way Yoongi saw it, there was no way Hoseok didn’t do this one on purpose. Even if Jimin had been joking (which he wasn’t), everything inside him told him he couldn’t let go of this chance. For the most beautiful boy he has ever seen  laying eyes on him already felt like a blessing, not to mention his soft grip on Yoongi’s arm and the cutest way he has seen someone flirt.

“Well, you could come sometime.. like, sometime there are other teams playing at our gym, I could call you and we could go.. together?“ asked Yoongi, eyes down and shy. Hoping he did imply it was on a date. Took all the courage of him to look up to Hoseok’s eyes and hold his arm back softly just as Hoseok was holding him. “Hoseok, you are actually much sweeter“ said Yoongi with a smile, proud that he could manage to actually say what he was thinking.

The younger one couldn’t manage to hold his shyness and blushed his whole face red, laughed nervously loud and covered his face with his hands. “Yoooongi!!! I told you, you could just tell me Hobi okay? And yes I would love to go to a basketball game with you” he replied, heart melting just at the idea of their first ever date.

“Okay, I’ll call you Hobi, you can just call me Yoongi or Suga if you like it that much“ Yoongi answered now much calmer and all smiley. “But we still gotta finish this project even if you already completed your goal of asking me out, okay?“ he asked now just completely making fun out of the younger one, exposing his plan and making him crack up the loudest and most precious laughter.

“Suga, Suga, Suga, Suga... Min Suga, who would’ve thought we would be up to such a great team huh? And yes I will call you Suga, it’s too cute“ stated Hobi, now happily working cooperatively with his ultimate crush.

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The only point I can not do is contrast this to roids - they maybe much better yet fuck recognizes that from and also what their variation will do! , yet I have a regular order with JW Supps due to the fact that, me being human and susceptible to life, these individuals help me with some effort in the health club, obtain where I require to be. A complete pct, rather than a small pct with other SARMS, is suggested after a cycle of LGD. While it might not be fairly as suppressive as anabolics, the reductions is a lot more than various other SARMS, hence, needing a complete PCT. It is clear to you that every one of the above-described actions call for substantial funds, however additionally a lot of time and work. Reduced marketing i want to learn more about Buy peptides Direct Norway are not enough for producers to return the financial investment. If you are well-informed about these prep work, you will understand that the small cost of supplements is a red alarm system.

Growth hormones like AOD-9604, which has fat loss properties and is made use of by professional athletes to raise power-to-weight proportions. You shouldn't quit working out totally, however consider cutting down on associates, or not including extra weight onto typical lifts or undertaking heavy training. That claimed, the intensity needs to still be high adequate to keep muscle mass. While your body is recuperating, your training requires to calm down and also locate its degree throughout PCT.

Dietary Supplements.

Naturally, you do not know that, since you can not see which active ingredients get on the item packaging. If you live in Canada, you can put yourself in an uncomfortable scenario due to the fact that you are utilizing something that is not legal in this nation. If you play sporting activities or lead a healthy lifestyle, your body materializes the obvious. If you have determined to use supplements, top quality is not something you need to compromise on. They have been tested for efficacy, are 100% trusted, as well as examined risk-free to use. The dad of all stimulants, amphetamine turbo charges the nerve system and also boosts endurance, alertness while decreasing tiredness and also pain. An additional hormonal agent existing in the body, and also boosting your degrees synthetically encourages faster muscular tissue growth and recuperation.

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Not insufficient, not too much-- it's everything about discovering the ideal balance. Nolvadex promotes sky-high prices of LH rise as well as protects against oestrogen rises, which can be harmful. Stroke, prostate condition as well as heart problems can take place if oestrogen degrees instantly climb and also are not attended to.

Discernment is the primary advantage of purchasing sports supplements online. Yet you must not forget the speed, ease, and also accessibility to a selection of items. As for SARMs, you can order them from both Canadian and foreign web sites. The only certified physical suppliers for SARMS are supplement stores throughout Canada. These locations have a great reputation and also have actually been on the market for years.

What is SARMs rad140?

SARMs. example Spain peptides best buy , also known as testolone, is a new investigational drug which has become popular among bodybuilders, who claim that it has muscle-building effects. RAD140 belongs to a class of compounds called selective androgen receptor modulators, or SARMs [1].

Nolvadex is the leading pet at minimizing oestrogen levels, helping to bring that priceless endogenous testosterone back to a secure, healthy degree. Though we don't support the use of steroids for non-medical use, if you are considering this path to obtain the figure you want, we share the details you need to stay safe and also mitigate the dangers included. MK-677-- MK-677 boosts Growth Hormonal agent to give you increased gains and also super size. If you want to boost muscular tissue growth as well as obtain large after that MK is the SARM for you.

Ostarine is subset of SARMS that allows various sorts of users to build muscles. The product has been usage for numerous years, as well as several athletes and weight lifters have tested favorable for it. The write-up will provide you with some of the benefits of using Ostarine. I will certainly also inform you what its best dose is, as well as every little thing you require to understand concerning it. This research established the results of the therapy with the OS and LG on the muscle mass cells and also metabolic rate of ovariectomized rats as a standard model for postmenopausal weakening of bones. Both SARMs led to a higher muscular tissues' vascularization in regards to a higher capillary density and also raised muscle mass enzymes' task, having no hypertrophic result on muscular tissue fibers.

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cоvеrѕ mаjоr ѕitе iѕ the bеѕt online fоrum

cоvеrѕ mаjоr ѕitе iѕ the bеѕt online fоrum

Fоr mаjоritу оf thе mоѕt ѕеriоuѕ аnd active ѕроrtѕ gaming enthusiasts, thе Cоvеrѕ mаjоr ѕitе fоrum iѕ thе fаvоritе online “wаtеring hоlе.” If you аrе intеnding tо go intо mаjоr ѕitе, thiѕ hаѕ gоt to bе in thе liѕt оf уоur “must-do.”

Thiѕ is a strong indiсаtiоn thаt уоu nееd to include in your сhесkliѕt a рrеmiеr infоrmаtiоn hub thаt cater tо thе needs of a divеrѕе rаngе оf ѕроrtѕ bеttоrѕ. Thiѕ mеаnѕ thаt уоu hаvе to gо for such оnlinе gаming ѕitе thаt iѕ rеgulаrlу visited by a lot of реорlе fоr itѕ rich collection of rеlеvаnt аnd mоѕt сurrеnt infоrmаtiоn аnd ѕtаtiѕtiсѕ. This iѕ оnе of thе bеѕt рrасtiсеѕ оf ѕеаѕоnеd and highlу ѕuссеѕѕful sports invеѕtоrѕ. In fасt, thiѕ is considered tо bе an еѕѕеntiаl part of thеir ѕроrtѕ invеѕting аrѕеnаl.

Arе уоu aware of thе fасt thаt people who trеаt ѕроrtѕ gaming соnѕidеr ѕроrtѕ invеѕting forums аѕ an imроrtаnt раrt of thеir dаilу routine? In fасt, mоѕt оf these ѕо-саllеd gаming еxреrtѕ соnѕidеr mаjоr ѕitе fоrum аѕ their “secret” wеароn. Such оnlinе fоrumѕ аrе tееming with latest nеwѕ, bеtting оddѕ аnd frее ѕроrtѕ picks, tiрѕ аnd аdviсеѕ bу еxреrtѕ аnd fеllоw sports bеttоrѕ. Yоu will be аblе to hоbnоb with seasoned gаming еnthuѕiаѕtѕ and еxреrtѕ аnd gаin vаluаblе inѕightѕ аnd leads which уоu can uѕе in your оwn ѕроrtѕ trading асtivitiеѕ 메이저사이트.

Your jоurnеу to bесоming a full-flеdgеd invеѕtоr starts with Cоvеrѕ Mаjоr ѕitе fоrum. So, how can уоu bооѕt your winning сliр with such mаjоr ѕitе fоrum? What dо sports bettors аnd еxреrtѕ mean whеn thеу tеll уоu thаt you gо fоr the bеѕt mаjоr ѕitе fоrum?

Fоr thе best раrt of thе еxреriеnсе, gеtting invоlvеd in bеtting оnlinе fоrumѕ ѕuсh as Cоvеrѕ Mаjоr ѕitе iѕ you bеѕt wау to internalize the “сulturе” оf ѕроrtѕ invеѕting. Thiѕ оnlinе community is the best route if you wаnt to tаkе thе fast lane in lеаrning the dynamics and intriсасiеѕ оf ѕроrtѕ gаming аnd investing. Whеn уоu раrtiсiраtе in bеtting fоrumѕ and online соmmunitу, you will be аblе to understand аnd learn how to use thе lingо that iѕ uѕеd in betting асtivitiеѕ.

Thrоugh mаjоr ѕitе forums, уоu will learn hоw tо interpret and harness inѕightѕ, ѕtаtiѕtiсѕ and lеаd information. It is also through these mаjоr ѕitе forums where you саn mееt аnd intеrасt with sports gaming еxреrtѕ whо will ѕhаrе bеtting infоrmаtiоn, tips and рiсkѕ оn аrtiсlеѕ and blоgѕ. Thеѕе expert орiniоnѕ, tiрѕ and information will definitely boost your сhаnсеѕ whеn уоu рlасе your bеtѕ and lеаrn mоrе about уоur fаvоritе tеаmѕ and рlауеrѕ.

Mаjоr Sitе Fоrumѕ – More Pаin Than Prоfit

Lеt’ѕ face thе fасtѕ. Thе оvеrwhеlming majority of ѕроrtѕ bеttоrѕ lose оvеr thе lоng tеrm than win. Thе induѕtrу wаѕ dеѕignеd this wау. Thiѕ dоеѕ not mean that everyone lоѕеѕ-рlеntу оf people mаkе a living dоing ѕо. The long term winnеrѕ wоn’t bе found congregating in thе popular mаjоr ѕitе fоrumѕ, and уоu ѕhоuldn’t еithеr.

Thе firѕt рrоblеm with mаjоr ѕitе fоrumѕ iѕ the ѕhееr numbеr оf ѕԛuаrе bettors thаt linger there fоr companionship. Trying to learn hоw to bесоmе a smart (or ѕhаrр) ѕроrtѕ bettor iѕ a daunting enough tаѕk аѕ it iѕ. Trying tо learn how tо bесоmе ѕhаrр in аn intеrnеt betting fоrum iѕ nеаr imроѕѕiblе with аll of the squares соmmiѕеrаting over thеir 13 tеаm раrlау juѕt missing. I am nоt exaggerating when I tеll you thаt a 13 team parlay in a ѕроrtѕ fоrum оn the intеrnеt iѕ a rule, not аn еxсерtiоn. Hореfullу, I dоn’t have tо suggest thаt уоu nеvеr, еvеr play a 13 tеаm parlay.

Thе next рrоblеm is thе mаnу distractions thаt tаkе place in a mаjоr ѕitе fоrum. Thе ‘babe of thе week’ роѕt, the ‘I lоvе tо рiсk my nose’ роѕt, аnd all оf the оthеr circus ѕidеѕhоw nоnѕеnѕе thаt will diѕtrасt уоu frоm your gоаl (рrоfit). It iѕ easy tо start mingling with thе ѕԛuаrеѕ and bесоming internet раlѕ with these fоlkѕ, but I аdviѕе уоu not tо do ѕо. Soon уоu’ll start thinking likе thеm аnd acting likе them. Thiѕ iѕ nоt tо ѕау thаt thе реорlе that hаng оut in thе mаjоr ѕitе fоrumѕ аrеn’t nice folks, but thеу don’t win lоng tеrm. I’vе ѕроkеn tо аnd bеfriеndеd еnоugh оf thеm in mу dау tо know thiѕ for a fасt, fоr bеttеr оr fоr wоrѕе.

The mоѕt important rеаѕоn to stay оut of sports fоrumѕ on thе intеrnеt is your timе iѕ muсh tоо valuable to wаѕtе. The timе you spend in a mаjоr ѕitе fоrum lооking fоr thе реrfесt betting ѕуѕtеm оr the best hаndiсарреr keeps уоu frоm doing thе rеѕеаrсh for уоurѕеlf. Thinking you can simply оutѕоurсе sports bеtting research by finding thе hot hаndiсарреr iѕ a lоѕing proposition-this I guаrаntее. Doing уоur own rеѕеаrсh and соming tо уоur own соnсluѕiоnѕ iѕ the оnlу wау tо get a clear undеrѕtаnding of the intricacies оf mаjоr ѕitе numbеrѕ.

I can’t reiterate еnоugh thаt аѕidе frоm pure еntеrtаinmеnt, betting fоrumѕ should be аvоidеd. Thеrе iѕn’t еnоugh valuable bеtting infоrmаtiоn fоr longevity in thе betting induѕtrу. They саn bе lоtѕ оf fun, and thеrе are сеrtаinlу some characters thаt will mаkе уоu lаugh, but рrоfеѕѕiоnаlѕ can bе found еlѕеwhеrе. If уоu аrе nеw to the industry, lооk fоr the professionals. Thеу саn bе fоund at ѕроrtѕ books in Lаѕ Vegas. Ask аnd lооk аrоund. Whеrе thеrе iѕ оnе, thеrе are оthеrѕ. Thе pro’s likе tо hаng out with other pro’s. Winnеrѕ hand оut with оthеr winnеrѕ.

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The Mаjоr Sitе Chаmр Strаtеgу Exposed

Games and ѕроrtѕ аrе ѕоmеthing thаt mаnу people are very passionate about. Sports can аlѕо mаkе dо or diе ѕituаtiоnѕ fоr nоt оnlу the players but also thоѕе who hаvе a deep lоvе fоr the sport аnd аrе wаtсhing it. In thiѕ саѕе, people аlѕо make ѕроrtѕ rivаlѕ аnd team uр with thоѕе whо support thе ѕаmе tеаmѕ аѕ thеу dо. In саѕе of ѕоmеоnе оn thе орроѕitiоn, mаnу people lоvе to place bets аѕ to ѕhоw thеir ѕuрrеmасу and соnfidеnсе оvеr their teams.

Bе it any game or sport, bеtting iѕ something that is very соmmоn. Mаnу people love tо рlасе bets on thеir teams аnd thiѕ саn in turn intо еithеr huge рrоfitѕ in the fоrm of gains оr one саn еvеn end up incurring a vеrу high loss.

Dеѕрitе thеѕе risks, people lоvе рlасing bеtѕ on thеir respective teams аnd рrауing hаrd thаt thеу win. However, рlасing a bet саn bе a very tough аnd triсkу jоb bесаuѕе you never know whо iѕ gоing tо win оr lоѕе еvеn if уоur team hаѕ had a gооd win rate.

Onсе уоu mаkе аn error, you are gоnе bесаuѕе you will have to рау the other раrtу all thе mоnеу thаt you bеt. Thаt is whу, there iѕ a new program that has bееn сrеаtеd in thе mаrkеt саllеd thе Mаjоr Sitе Chаmр аnd thеrе hаvе been many реорlе whо have ѕuеd this and fоund it vеrу hеlрful.

The mаjоr ѕitе champ rеviеw states that this рrоgrаm once uѕеd, hаѕ a vеrу high аffinitу tоwаrdѕ winning – thе rate bеing аѕ high аѕ 97%. Bе it any gаmе, if you uѕе thе techniques аttасhеd with thiѕ рrоgrаm, you аrе ѕurе tо win nо matter whаt bеtѕ уоu рlасе.

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Quarantine: The Rise of Video Games

         The COVID-19 pandemic severely limited the ways in which people can safely and efficiently interact with one another. Technology’s role has become increasingly important as governments began mandating strict isolation restrictions i.e. six feet apart, self quarantine, and capacity limitations since March. Though the outbreak restrictions have seemingly decreased, the resourceful, alternative ways in which people choose to interact with one another during the pandemic are still healthy, relevant ways to socialize rather than default back to large social gatherings and frequent face to face interactions.

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                      So with a sudden mandate to self quarantine at home, what are the resourceful ways in which we can stay busy and entertained? Many are citing communication through social media platforms like Zoom and Skype. Others are looking to streaming services like Netflix and Hulu for movies and television shows. When the world is turned upside down and inescapably lonely, my best counter is to find other worlds to interact in with games like Animal Crossing (download the app through Google Play here) and League of Legends (download on PC here). In gaming I get the benefits of connecting with others like a Zoom call, but also the same intense entertainment value I get from watching a movie. With a limited set of activities that can be done at home, many of my friends and I have turned to video games as a way to connect with one another and stay entertained.

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           According to a study done by Verizon, gaming usage increased on their networks by up to 75% within just the first week of quarantine. And while it might seem counterproductive to spend your free time playing video games, there are many proven healthy benefits that coincide with its usage especially during this unique situation. In fact many health officials have supported its usage as a safe way to stay connected and pass the time. Research psychologist Rachel Kowert argues that, “in this time of high anxiety and reduced social access... video games allow us to maintain friendship bonds in a multifaceted way. There's collaboration and competition around a shared activity." And while these relationships that are formed, maintained, or strengthen through games may still seem suspiciously impersonal to Boomers, interpersonal connections through interactive media like video games or social media has become a normal standard for today’s age. Mark Griffiths, video game researcher and professor of psychology, noted that 75% of his respondents (male and female) reported making friends while playing video games. These results suggests a great socializing benefit at a time when the mental health stressors of the pandemic are significant causes of concern for everyone. 

           The best video games for users during a quarantine are those with a strong, positive social context. It’s why games like Animal Crossing: New Horizons are topping video games sales charts as it guides users in a wholesome, interactive community. Users spend their time fishing, building their community, making friends and other simple, relaxing tasks that helps to combat the stress and anxiety associated with other fast-paced, competitive games. 

          Romana Ramzan, a lecturer at Glasgow Caledonian University, believes the success of Animal Crossing: New Horizons is largely contributed to the peaceful, parallel universe that the game provides. She says that, “There’s no nastiness. There’s no violence that exists. They get absorbed into the day-to-day things without the real world consequences.” Its Nintendo Switch sales reflects the enormous amount of critical and audience praise, ranking in at the 6th highest selling Switch game. The colorful, friendly aesthetic is non-alienating to all consumers, especially those who are new to the gaming community. 

https://www.theverge.com/2020/2/20/21143335/animal-crossing-new-horizons-nintendo-switch-preview-hands-on

            Even while immersing myself into a stress-free, interactive world, I still found myself fighting my own guilt of playing video games. The activity itself has been stereotyped and stigmatized from all sides for a number of years. Think of the image that conjures in your mind when you think of a gamer. Why is it the image of a lonely, awkward teenage boy trapped in his mother’s basement the one that conjures up for most of us? Media outlets have been quick to demonize gaming and the gaming community with flashy words promising brutal gore, violence, and disturbing graphics projected onto vulnerable kids.

https://psychcentral.com/blog/the-surprising-truth-about-stereotypes-of-online-gamers/

        Video game usage isn’t exclusive to teenage males. Because of its accessibility on a variety of consoles and its vast library of games, there are options for everyone at every age to leisurely enjoy video games. In fact, the gender split for video game usage is a lot more balanced than one might think. In the United States, women account for approximately 46% of all gamers. And while our stereotypes of gamers may be limited to teenagers, a poll of 4,000 respondents in the U.S. show that millennials (age 18 to 35 years) are consuming the most games at 40% of the population.

          Video games should be less stigmatized and be seen as non-threatening as other leisure activities like reading, watching a movie, or playing sports. The key to healthy usage is time limitations, interactions with a positive community, and choosing games that enhance or teach skills. According to Tutor Doctor, video games have a lot more to offer than pure entertainment value. There are numerous skills and cognitive benefits to gaming such as: hand-eye coordination, organizational skills, memorization, strategizing, and educational learning. Though many health experts cautiously warn users of gaming addiction, something that is officially classified as a mental health disorder by the World Health Organization. The disorder is all-consuming; causing significant impairment to the player’s physical and mental health, social relationships, and educational and work related activities. If you or someone you know begins displaying negative behaviors like avoiding responsibilities or damaging personal relationships, it’s important to seek a medical professional for a diagnosis. While heavy risks like these are at hand, health experts are advocating for video game usage in the unique pandemic circumstances because for most people the benefits outweigh the harms.

  Top Selling Games of April 2020

          The COVID-19 pandemic has caused a global surge for not just video game consumption, but all media consumption. So as we are given instructions to stay isolated in our homes, it seems most of us are turning to engaging on social media, watching more news coverage, spending more time on messaging apps, buying more subscription based streaming services, and staying immersed in our online world. The circumstances of today have brought to light our dependency on technology media in keeping us entertained and connected. For many, such as myself, the use of all these digital spaces has brought me to some level of normalcy in a world clouded with confusion and panic.

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Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

Just as promised this is the beginning of the three-part post about answering @quilloftheclouds questions for my Wip Renegade. To kick things off I’m going to start with Modes of Transportation, I thought about adding pictures but that’s time-consuming and would make this post longer than it already is. So if you guys want to see some pictures of the Modes of Transportation in Renegade let me know, I post them! 

Modes of Transportation

The world of Renegade is a mix between Tron: Legacy and Blade Runner 2049, a blend of both cyberpunk and post-apocalypse dystopia. For a world set two millennia past ours (2200) transportation isn’t what most people from our generation would think it to be: there aren’t flying cars, skyscrapers don’t serve as spaceports, and people don’t regularly take trips to the moon or live on Mars. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t cool futuristic modes of transportation, most that travel on something known as The Grid (a network of synchronized power that runs below every interstate, highway, street, and connects at the center of each City-State like hubs to give every citizen of the Republic power). Without The Grid life wouldn’t be able to function, the world would find itself in cold darkness or in other locations scalding heat of the sun without means of protection. 

The Grid runs like ley-lines, connecting everything in the Republic to make it work like one giant machine, these lines can best be seen at night and truly showcase how vast the network is. It’s like a collection of different colored lights running along every surface in the world, some following vehicles. The Grid distributes power to transportation, homes, factories, and other buildings in the Republic. 

HyperExpress

This is the bullet train of the future that can travel up to 2,000 mph, it utilizes a vacuum tube in order to reduce air friction and increase its speed. Not only is HyperExpress an ultra-fast bullet train it also serves as a kind of subway for all Caste citizens, not only the higher/wealthy ones. The HyperExpress system runs much like the railroad did when it first started laying track in 1830′s America, it’s the veins and nervous system of the Republic when it comes to transportation, stretching from one City-State to another across all connecting contents. Both cheap and highly efficient. 

Air-X 

Flying cars aren’t an option for civilians, scientists in the Republic tried to make it happen but after many try fail cycles it was deemed safer to not put the public in such contraptions. So only Air-X remains, the only commercial flying vehicle in the Republic skies. These are unmanned, piloted by A.I or small Androids, freight containers with a small cab build into the front. Using Air-X frees highways, interstates, and the oceans from unnecessary cargo shipment by vehicle or ship and instead acts much like a miniature plane of sorts. Small shipments use hover technology in their motors while larger shipments passing overseas use twin-jets or quad jets depending on the load.

ePath 

Much like HyperExpress there is a network of tube-like structures following smaller highways in City-States civilians in both the middle castes and high castes can use who: ride electronic bicycles, electronic scooters, or even walk. The system is at least 17ft above the road, keeping pedestrians a safe distance from motorized traffic, is climate-controlled all year round, and also offers conjunction points were either 1.) City-State district limits begin and end or 2.) A transportation module such as HyperExpress is available. This allows civilians to hop off ePath and use another mode of transportation or walk directly about the City-State as they please. 

ThunderHaven 

Human beings have been entranced with the idea of flying for decades and pushing the limits of that idea, ThunderHaven provides that extra push into the unknown. Following in the steps of countless airplanes and military jets that have both teased and pushed past the sound barrier this is the super-fast plane that not only pushes past and surpasses the sound barrier, it full on blows it away entirely. ThunderHaven travels 8 times the speed of sound and is also capable of breaking out of Earth’s orbit and touching the stars if it pleased. Its design is sleek, made of the finest materials to keep the body both lightweight and strong, and also windowless. Fear not, inside passengers have a choice between a real-time visual of outside the plane or movies. ThunderHaven has three travel classes for each caste: low, medium, and high. 

Electric Vehicles 

Just because cars don’t fly in 2200 that doesn’t mean they don’t hold their usual allure if anything cars in the Republic are far more diverse and better suited for Earth (as well as people). Pulling power straight from The Grid once a vehicle is in motion, tends to stay in motion running on pure liquid energy without producing climate-damaging greenhouse gases and nitrogen oxide. They can travel for miles and never need to stop to charge while within City-State limits (near a central hub) because The Grid is most powerful there, however, once beyond City-State limits and in outer rim districts/Outlands The Grid is less powerful and vehicles need to recharge after 600 miles. Most vehicles are outfitted with solar panel cells built into their framework, so they remain lightweight, efficient, and ready to charge at a moment's notice if you’re in the outer rim districts/Outlands. Any caste of citizen can own an electric vehicle, what varies from caste to caste is the classification of vehicle. 

Speedsters: These are unhinged, drag-racing, high-performance “cars” with a design that primarily revolves around speed and elegance, most high caste citizens own Speedsters due to their designs and the materials that go into creating them. It’s costly. Speedsters usually never adventure past inner City-State districts because many are low clearance and wouldn’t survive the rough terrain of outer rim districts/outlands. Much of a Speedsters appeal originates from the sleek design they take on: wheels built tightly into the frame not bulky in any way, smooth aerodynamic design, and many resemble “classic muscle cars” from the past giving drivers a nostalgic feeling. While they are pretty to look at and comfortable to sit in people are also drawn to what lies underneath, a powerful engine that pushes past all known boundaries of horsepower.  Speedsters can be defined in two simple terms: powerful and fast.

Cycles: These are vehicles that are not allowed on ePath and resemble sport motorcycles in design. Cycles are extremely slender, hold up to usually only one person (driver), and have tire technology called tilt-tread to allow the cycle to perform tighter turns without risking the driver. The front wheel is locked forward so steering is done by tilting Cycles, not turning the front wheel (why tilt-tread is so crucial). However, when attempting certain maneuvers a pair of small fins spring out behind the driver to aid both balance and braking.  Speed can be increased by twisting the twist throttle back towards the driver (located on the right-hand side handlebar). Most Cycles also come with small twin jets seated by the back wheel, this allows faster speeds to be reached efficiently. Unlike Speedsters, Cycles can adventure beyond inner City-State districts and endure some of the rough terrains of outer rim districts/outlands pose. All kinds of citizens from Castes ride Cycles due to their affordability and ability to go beyond inner City-State limits. 

Trail Blazers: Rugged, usually larger than all other forms of electric vehicles, Trail Blazers are designed to do as their name suggests: pave new ways through the wild territory without being stopped. These are the vehicles that can easily adventure into the outer rim districts/outlands without a second thought, large tires paired with reasonable ground clearance to avoid hazards the terrain may pose and not sink into softer ground due to roads becoming less frequent the further they adventure. Trail Blazers adapt to the terrain around them by extending spikes from its tires for better traction and adjusting its suspension for either better ground clearance or shock absorption. Only high caste military personnel drive these vehicles. 

Roadsters: The last classification of Electric Vehicles, these are sporty vehicles that sit between the Speedster and Trail Blazer category. Their primary design isn’t based on speed or being able to survive the unforgiving landscapes of outer rim districts/Outlands, instead, it’s comfort mixed with style. Built with enough ground clearance to adventure into outer rim districts/Outlands while maintaining a sporty design these vehicles are made for the middle caste families. Roadsters are often referred to as “the family vehicle”, outfitted with a third-row seat (unlike most Speedsters and Cycles) that is roomy and comfortable it’s the ideal vehicle for traveling in groups. 

And there you have it folks, the modes of transportation in the world of Renegade! I had so much fun basically spilling all my thoughts about this fictional world I’ve created and fallen in love with. If you have any questions or want to know more just send an ask or anything! Part two of worldbuilding questions for the world of Renegade is the Social Structure. 

[coldandhotsoba]

You said you weren't going to list all the evidence that EraserMic might be canon but please do???? I'm a sad little gay who needs this.

D(anon is referring to this post here)

okay im going to list what i know, and i was not lying when i say that there are some way more qualified people who can compile a list. a way better list than i could, and probably a lot more detailed and intricate.. And im doing this on my phone so no guarantee on quality. (also the fact im a very lazy person, but still felt compelled to try and answer this to the best of my lazy selfs abilities)  So bear with me here.

Now, this is a small list of why i think erasermic is pretty Canon, or at the very least very very very close best friends. (this is how my headcanons came to be, and how i came up with them through what ive seen.I dont want to step on any toes here. a lot of this is from my perspective and my experience)

1. Yamada helping picking out Aizawas hero name:

 lets break this down. Idk about you guys, but i wouldnt trust just anyone to pick my professional work name, that would stick with me for the rest of my life. Now, i know he’s lazy and all, but he also extremely rational. 

He knows this will stick with him, and he knows picking a name is important (hence he let Midnight teach the class about the names because he knows he’s not the best person for the job.) Its illogical to accept just anything.  

However, even with him being uncreative in that department, he wouldn’t accept any old name, i’m sure he’s been suggest different hero names in the past, and have probably at some point, thought up ones for himself.  It’s illogical to accept a name someone suggested, unless it had some significance to him.  I would immediately accept a name given by a close friend (and have in the past like nicknames) just on the pure significance that they gave it to me, even if it does sound lame at the time, but they picked it out just for me, and it makes it that much more special.  

Anytime the name Eraserhead, is heard or used, he’d always be reminded of who gave him the name, a constant reminder of said person. You wouldn’t want to be reminded of someone that  holds no significance in your life, every time your hero name is used.

2. The reporter scene

 now, this is based off of what @kipisz said here, and totally forgot it happened and its such a strong contender. 

Now, the scene does goes with both of them holding off the reporters. Mic leans over and says “They’re illegal trespassers you know. You can call them villains. You think we can beat ‘em up?” which AIzawa promptly replies “Don’t do it Mic,Theyll write up a bunch of half-truths about you. Let’s wait for the police.”

Now we all  know how much Aizawa loathes the media, but Yamada pretty much thrives on media and his public out look, not just as a hero but also as a radio star.  Aizawa knows how much the voice hero relies on it, and made a point to make sure they handle the reporters as well as they can. 

Now, not only are they tag teaming handling the reporters, where someone else with a better presence may have handled it. Like literally any other teacher could have handled it alone better than they could have separately. I’m sure cementoss would have done a great job at it. Now, this also leaves ‘where were the other teachers?” probably too busy to handle it, and/or both heros volunteered to make sure all the students made it into the school okay. OR the  were already inside before the reporters showed up

Alone it would have probably been an disaster, Aizawa being his underground hero self, and Mic was ready to thrown down with the reporters, but was only stopped by Aizawa. But they handled it together well, each of them balancing each other out. (this is probably more of a point towards their dynamic than anything else) 

3.USJ

This one is brief, but present mic standing in front of an injured eraserhead (while shoji is holding him) using his quirk on the incoming villains.  Coincidence that he was the one to defend them and not any of the other teachers? i think not.

4. Sports Festival

We already established that Eraser likes to be on the down low, but, he ‘decides’ (we all know he was probably forced or he just caved in after a bunch of badgering) to do announcements to an extremely public event,shown on every screen in Japan, with an extremely well known Hero. Even with him being unrecognizable,(not just including being bandaged up) its still a giant risk involved in hosting it. He’s not well known as an underground hero, but through out the announcement his hero name is used, and with a name like Eraserhead, its not too hard to figure out he can Erase quirks, (or at least something, but quiks would be the only thing i can think of that would work for hero work) 

and then mic probably did it,(my head canons on this) because

1, wanted to do it with his bf (u can translate this as boy friend or best friend, take it  as you will)

2. we all know that if eraser wasnt up there, he’d be in on the action while still wrapped up like a mummy. And he would be in the middle of all the different quirks being used, especially by year 1 students who dont have the best control/have complete control over their quirks. So mic drags him up there to get him out of the way

4. Spending his day off with Mic

now look at this post made by Deafmic, when i saw the manga of it, i never truly processed it, just more of “awh they hanging out together” and didnt think any deeper than that.

But they are completely right. Fishing with a loud person? not a good idea. FIshing with a person who’s quirk makes them louder than everyone else? Super bad idea.

Most people go fishing to relax, find some peace and quiet.But why would you bring the loudest person in existence to go fishing with you? To spend some quality time with them, and  you dont mind the tranquility of fishing being completely destroyed. Just so you can hang out with said person, outside of work. 

And in Mics perspective, he has 3 jobs, being a hero, teacher, and a radio host, he probably rarely has any free time to spare, but he spent it fishing hanging out with AIzawa

So im going to stop there, and this turned out a lot longer than i thought it would be, so apologize. 

Also apologies for any typos ive made, i kinda rushed this bc i felt bad having this in my ask box for so long.