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[slaymbo]

yandere class 1a hcs because im a degenerate (seperate and togetherish)

okay, for a bit of context, the reader has an earthbending quirk where they can bend anything that comes from the earth (obvs) and theyre very talented at it! theyre so good that if theres even a speck of dirt in a glass of water they could bend it (which is why they get mistaken for having a quirk that controls all the elements instead of just earth)

however, a really big drawback is the fact that they have to be barefoot/wear thin shoes to bend properly so they feel more in-tune with the earth and whatnot

another drawback is that they can feel and "hear" a lot of things with their quirk as long as their wearing thin/no shoes, so hearing other people talk while they can feel the earth rumble beneath them is a bit overwhelming, which is why i feel that the reader wouldnt talk as to not overwhelm themselves too much

however, that doesnt stop the chaotic class 1a, because of course it doesnt

when y/n transfers to ua, the class immediately falls in love with them!

their bubbly personality, their kindness, their smile

if the class could make a list about all the things they love about y/n, it would be at least a lightyear long

i feel like tokoyami, darkshadow and the bakusquad would be the most adamant on trying to get them to speak to them

because even though they like it when they pay attention and sign to them, they need to hear their darling speak!!!

it'd be pretty funny if dark shadow scared them to try and get them to make even the tiiiiiniest noise and y/n turns around slowly and stares until he retreats back to tokoyami (he was a bit jealous that he wasnt looked at like that by them, but whatever)

one day, denki walks by y/n's dorm and hears a voice--their voice

his heart starts beating fast bc omg!!!! he finally heard their beautiful voice!!!

y/n, who can literally feel heartbeats thru their feet, opens the door and is in shock (the pun was intended) that denki is just standing there like the lovesick buffoon he is he totally got their voice recorded too

y/n asks if they can see his phone so they can "record" their singing voice

they then proceed to delete the recording

denki is FLOORED, his flabbers are ghasted!!!

uhhh i dont feel like writing more of the story so heres a rapid fire of random ideas

the whole class has definitely pretended to be sick/hurt multiple times so that their sweet darling would "nurse" them back to "health"

one time shoto used his quirk to make his body hot so it would seem like a fever and y/n touched his forehead and said "omg sho, ur so hot!!! :((("

he fainted from that and had to be taken to the nurse for realsies

izuku has broken his bones just so y/n would give him attention

which is, i kid you not, what made them realize they could bend bone

they taught themselves how to mend, break, and move bone to their will and izuku was so proud!!! (btw he totally has multiple notebooks abt them and their quirk)

iida and todoroki have tried multiple times to pay the reader to talk

mina got them to speak by giving them kool-aid jammers and white peaches

there have been so many times y/n has made ochako so happy that she floats

they have to use their quirk to get her downnnn

there was one time the class went to a pool and tsuyu said it was cold :( so y/n literally bent lava ever-so-slightly closer to the surface of the earth to make sure she wasnt as cold

bakugo has yelled at y/n to talk and they've signed "shh, im mewing" so many times

speaking of them signing, during the sports festival i feeel liek they could body shinso so easily

they learned that they could bend bone AND they never talk, so they just bend his ass out of the ring

[earlycuntsets]

pt. 3 (parts 1, 2, 4)

earlycuntsets.org sourced - where I got all my mcr pictures

first of a series. due to tumblr limits on how many links you can post. this full idea will be continued on future posts. here is 2007-2010. this is pictures. will make a separate post for youtube/recordings.

been needing to fully source my website so here we go! wanted to share with other kool mcr fans.

old fansites/website appearances:

12/17/2010 the night 87x stole christmas detroit mi - ken settle & schwegweb.com (ken settle)

12/18/2020 the edge jingle bell rock toronto ca - popmatters (mcrmy ecuador) & aux.tv

02/13/2011 birmingham uk -blackvelvetmagazine

03/05/2011 barcelona spain - in headphones (mcrmy ecuador)

04/09/2011 denver co - reverb (mcrmy ecuador)

04/12/2011 minneapolis mn - citypages (mcrmy ecuador)

04/15/2011 chicago il - chicago now (mcrmy ecuador) & j.l. hopper

04/17/2011 cleveland oh - radio 92.3 (mcrmy ecuador)

04/23/2011 nyc ny - QRO magazine

05/07/2011 sayreville nj - thenjunderground

05/15/2011 bbc r1 big weekend carlisle uk - country grind slideshow

05/18/2011 orlando fl - ishotyourband.com & jencray.com

05/21/2011 & 05/22/2011 dallas tx - blackvelvetmagazine

05/28/2011 la ca - theaudioperv & sarah dope (deviantart)

07/10/2011 live at t in the park balado uk - thisfakediy

09/01/2011 auburn wa - suzi pratt

flickrs:

12/12/2010 101 rex the halls san diego ca - natalie, brittney denaux,

12/14/2010 st louis mo - todd owyoung, kingdead, todd morgan, jane bush,

12/15/2010 chicago il - ashley osborn, famousliving.dead, liz kannenburg, danigio,

12/18/2010 the edge jingle bell rock toronto ca- megan shauna

12/31/2010 carson daley nye - alexis siracusano

02/12/2011 london uk - lucy roth & emma webb

02/16/2011 dublin ireland - ian keegan

02/18/2011 manchester uk - michelle heighway, kay elliot, frankie cooksie, helena hurricane

02/19/2011 nottingham uk - simplificity

2/21/2011 cardiff uk - holly jenkins

02/22/2011 newcastle uk - sinead granger

02/24/2011 london uk - lucy roth (planetary go mv show)

02/26/2011 tilberg netherlands - rene sebastian

03/01/2011 paris france - jem & dianthallr

03/05/2011 barcelona spain - ruben navarro, elsa nieto, javier bragado domingo

03/07/2011 milano italy - rodolfo sassano, emanuela silm rillo,

03/12/2011 mtv winter valencia spain - laura s.c., ana barettino, grace dirnt, jose fernandez,

03/18/2011 stockholm sweden - victor lundmark

03/31/2011 oakland ca - scernea

04/02/2011 vancouver ca - ashley tanasiychuk, anil sharma,

04/03/2011 seattle wa - ciera walters

04/08/2011 salt lake city ut - sparkk&fade & alex young

04/09/2011 denver co - michael fajardo

04/11/2011 toronta ca - tony felgueiras

04/13/2011 milwaukee wi - echolalia

04/15/2011 chicago il - amelia l, danigio

04/16/2011 grand rapids me - stephanie weier

4/22/2011 nyc nc - brittany vero

04/23/2011 nyc ny - brittany vero, amy winkler, ludovica ciccarelli, tyler olson, robert polanco

05/07/2011 sayreville nj - future daydream

05/15/2011 holmdel nj - michael dubin

05/10/2011 washington dc - specimenlife, kell

05/15/2011 bbc r1 big weekend carlisle uk - chealsea cochrane, sabrina lr,

05/17/2011 ft lauderdale fl - maysa askar & marc schiller

05/21/2011 dallas tx - thunderkiss

06/24/2011 dcode festival madrid spain - juan rodriguez talavera, juan perez- fajardo, patygelduck

06/26/2011 imola italy - giacomo astorri,

06/27/2011 vienna austria - jeremy kruezmayr & steph fiorese

06/29/2011 volt festival sonpron hungary - zalaihirlap (mcrmy ecuador)

07/07/2011 oeiras portugal - palco principal

07/27/2011 vienna austria - inkbotkowalski

08/13/2011 hershey pa - alicia brown

instagram:

05/05/2011 boston ma - rich g

looks like there will be a part four to complete the timeline. damn the link limits

part 4 here

[onelastfic]

Basteta and Ronnie Interactions

Wanted to get into writing more Present AU Callyieverse stuff and thought I'd get the juices flowing with some fun interactions. Likely went way overboard but this way a fun dynamic to write 😅

————

The metal door slammed shut behind them, and the hiss of gas began to fill the small, windowless room. Ronnie’s eyes darted around, his face already turning red as the air grew thick with toxins.

"Shit! This ain't good!" Ronnie gasped, clutching his throat. His breathing was ragged, and he staggered against the wall, his hands trembling. "Let us out, damn it! Ronnie ain’t built to be in a gas chamber!"

Basteta, however, stood unphased, arms crossed, her expression as calm as ever.

"Quit screaming will ya. Ya just wasting air." Basteta said, looking around the room.

Ronnie clenched his fists, visibly struggling. "You think Ronnie can just breathe this shit in and be fine?!"

She scoffed, not bothering to look at him. "Ya such a whiner, old man. It’s just some gas, it's not like it’s gonna kill us."

"Ronnie is literally fucking dying over here!" Ronnie’s eyes narrowed as he staggered again. His words came out in strangled bursts as his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the floor with a wheeze. "Ronnie… can’t breathe…"

It wasn’t until she noticed his rapid gasping and his desperate flailing for air that she finally seemed to realize something was off. She straightened up, her expression turning serious.

"Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit?!" She strode over to him, assessing his condition. "Ya actually are dying?! I forgot humans aren’t built like me?! Alright, calm down. I’ll get ya outta here."

Ronnie’s gaze blurred as he gritted his teeth. "Ronnie’s gonna be a little more grateful if you hurry up already…"

“Right! Try to Kool-Aid Man this bitch!”

Without another word, Basteta backed up and smashed a hole through the wall with all her might. She yanked Ronnie’s arm and dragged him out, carrying him into the open air with little care for his dignity.

"Next time, ya gotta warn me about ya weak-ass human lungs before I almost unintentionally kill ya."

Ronnie gasped for air, still coughing. "Ronnie… doesn't need saving… But maybe next time… check the damn air first…"

——

Basteta perched on the edge of a rooftop, her tail swishing as she grinned down at Ronnie, who was pacing below.

"Ok, we need cool nicknames for the op!" She called out, her tone laced with mischief.

Ronnie stopped mid-stride, pointing an accusatory finger up at her. "No, we don’t! Ronnie don’t need no stupid nickname!"

"C’mon, don’t be like that, Tropic Thunder." Basteta teased, propping her chin in her hand.

"NO!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the alley.

"Ok, fine." She relented with an exaggerated sigh. "You can be Chocolate Thunder instead."

Ronnie’s face twitched, his hands curling into fists. "Don’t make Ronnie come find you on that roof and whoop your ass! Now focus!"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever ya say, Black Dynamite," Basteta replied with a casual wave of her hand.

Ronnie paused, glaring up at her. Then, after a long beat, he muttered,. "…Ronnie actually don’t hate that one."

——

Gunfire echoed through a narrow alley as Basteta and Ronnie ducked behind a dumpster. Ronnie reloaded his gun, gritting his teeth.

“Damn it, Basteta! What did Ronnie tell you about interrupting his recon?!”

Basteta hissed, peeking around the dumpster. “Oh, sorry, Mr. Perfect! I didn’t realize I needed ya permission to kick some gangbanger ass!”

Ronnie fired off a shot, then glared at her. “Ronnie was scouting! Ronnie had a plan! Then your stupid ass came in claws-first like a goddamn Looney Toon and screwed it all up!”

Basteta threw a rock at a gang member, hitting him square in the forehead. “And ya ‘plan’ was what, exactly? Wait for them to invite ya to their tea party? Some of us like to take action, grandpa.”

Ronnie ducked as bullets whizzed by. “Ronnie ain’t your goddamn grandpa, you overgrown housecat! If you’d shut the hell up for two minutes, we’d be done by now!”

Basteta lunged forward, slashing at an approaching thug before turning to Ronnie with a grin. “Done. What’s ya excuse now, Mr. ‘Professional’?”

Ronnie stood, fists clenched. “Ronnie’s excuse is you, dumbass!”

——

“Ronnie told you not to take the damn vent!” Ronnie’s voice boomed over the comms, frustration laced in every syllable. “It’s a death trap, just like Ronnie said!”

“Oh, shove it, Baldy!” Basteta snarled back, her voice crackling through his earpiece. “The vent was fine until you set off the alarm stomping around like a damn elephant!”

“Ronnie doesn’t stomp—Ronnie moves with precision! It’s not Ronnie’s fault you don’t know how to follow instructions, ya flea-ridden alley cat!”

“Oh, fuck you! Ya the one who couldn’t keep ya big ass from tripping over the laser grid!”

Ronnie grunted, grabbing his rifle and firing off a round at the advancing guards. “Maybe Ronnie tripped because someone didn’t disable the damn grid like they were supposed to, huh?”

“Maybe Ronnie should’ve stayed in whatever back-alley action movie he crawled out of instead of dragging his stupid ego into my heist!”

“Ronnie ain’t here for your ‘heist,’ pussycat—Ronnie’s here to save this damn city, which is apparently too much for your fur-brained ass to handle!”

“Eat my claws, cue ball!” Basteta hissed before her comms cut off abruptly, leaving Ronnie to mutter curses under his breath as he barreled through another group of henchmen.

——

“Ronnie told you to slow the hell down!” Ronnie barked, white-knuckling the dashboard as Basteta’s stolen sports car careened around a corner.

“And I told ya to shut ya big, dumb mouth and let me fucking focus, ya overgrown linebacker!” Basteta shot back, her wild grin visible in the rearview mirror.

“Ronnie’s not joking, dammit! You’re gonna get us both killed!”

“Oh, please,” Basteta purred, yanking the wheel to dodge a hail of bullets. “I’ve got nine lives. You? Eh, maybe two on a good day, Grandpa.”

“Grandpa?! Ronnie’s 24, you rabid hellcat!”

“And ya got the personality of a 60-year-old gym teacher with hemorrhoids!”

Ronnie growled, one hand gripping his sidearm as he fired out the window at their pursuers. “Ronnie ain’t dying in a car driven by a discount Catwoman!”

“Well, buckle up, Baldy, because this pussy’s purring!” She slammed on the gas, leaving Ronnie shouting profanities as the car narrowly avoided another explosion.

——

“Ronnie said keep it quiet!” Ronnie shouted, slamming the door of the safehouse behind him.

“I was quiet!” Basteta snapped, tossing a bloody knife onto the table. “Until ya started firing like Rambo on steroids!”

“Ronnie had to fire because you decided to take on three guys with machetes! What the hell were you thinking?!”

“I was thinking maybe I wouldn’t need backup from Mr. ‘Spray and Pray’ over here!”

“Ronnie don’t miss, you arrogant hairball! Ronnie saves your ass every damn time!”

“Bullshit!” Basteta pointed a clawed finger at him. “If anything, I save your big, bald head from getting popped like a damn watermelon!”

“You save Ronnie?” He scoffed, arms crossing. “Last time Ronnie checked, it was Ronnie dragging your drunken ass out of that bar brawl, remember?”

“Don’t act like ya didn’t start that brawl, ya old sack of testosterone!”

Ronnie’s hands flew up. “Ronnie ain’t starting shit—he’s finishing it! Unlike you, who’s too busy running her mouth and batting her damn eyelashes at every lowlife in Townsville!”

“At least I have eyelashes, chrome dome!”

“You wanna keep talking about Ronnie’s head, or you wanna focus on the mission, huh?!”

“Fine!” Basteta threw her hands up, stalking toward the window. “But next time, I’m letting ya take the machetes, dumbass!”

——

“Where the fuck is Ronnie’s sandwich?!” Ronnie demanded, slamming the Vanguard League’s fridge door shut.

Basteta lounged on the couch, licking her claws. “Oh, that? Yeah, I ate it.”

“You ate Ronnie’s sandwich?!” His voice thundered, making her smirk widen.

“Sure did. You didn’t write your name on it, cue ball.”

Ronnie stormed over, fists clenched. “Ronnie doesn’t need to write his name—Ronnie’s the only one who buys roast beef around here!”

“Well, maybe Ronnie should’ve bought two sandwiches, ‘cause that one was delicious.”

“Ronnie’s gonna put you through the goddamn wall, you thieving little shit!”

“Go ahead, tough guy.” She gestured lazily. “But I don’t think your precious ‘Ronnie sandwich’ is crawling back out of my stomach.”

——

The explosion rocked the ground beneath them, sending dust and debris flying in all directions. Ronnie crawled out of the rubble, groaning, his clothes torn but somehow still intact. He shook his head, brushing dirt from his shoulder as he staggered to his feet.

"Ugh, well that was shitty... Anyone dead?" Ronnie asked, wiping his brow and glaring at Basteta, who laid nearby.

Basteta sat up, looking around at the smoldering wreckage. "Only on the inside, but I was like that before the explosion, so I’m good."

Ronnie stared at her. "You really are a freak, ain’t ya? Explosions don't even faze ya."

Basteta smirked. "That's because I’m built different. You should try it sometime."

Ronnie shook his head. "Ronnie don’t need no lessons from you. But I gotta admit, ya got guts... and a hell of a weird way of using 'em."

"Glad to see you finally appreciate my way of doing things."

"Ronnie sure as hell didn’t say that."

——

Ronnie climbed into the driver’s seat of the hotwired pickup. Basteta slid into the passenger seat, one leg propped on the dashboard, tail flicking lazily as she buckled nothing.

Ronnie glanced at her. “Ronnie don’t see no seatbelt on you.”

Basteta shrugged, lighting a cigarette. “Pssst. What in hell would I need a seatbelt for? What good are they actually for?”

“You’re gonna regret it.” Ronnie said.

She arched a brow, blowing out a cloud of smoke. “Why?”

“Because this ain’t Ronnie’s truck so that means Ronnie can do this—”

He slammed on the brakes without warning, throwing the truck into a violent skid. Basteta flew forward, crashing through the windshield in a glorious arc of shattered glass and dirt. She hit the ground with a dull thud, skidding a few feet before coming to a stop.

For a moment, there was only the hum of the engine. Then Basteta twitched, got up completely uninjured, and shook the glass from her fur. Stalking back to the truck, she yanked the door open and climbed back into the passenger seat.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously at Ronnie’s smirking face. “Not. A. Fucking. Word.”

Ronnie snorted, revving the engine again. “Ronnie didn’t say shit. Ronnie showed it.”

——

Ronnie slammed on the brakes at a fork in the road, staring at the map in his hands. Basteta leaned over, eyes narrowed.

“We’re lost, aren’t we?”

“Ronnie don’t get lost.” He snapped, jabbing at the map.

She snorted. “Oh, please. You couldn’t find your own ass with both hands and a flashlight.”

Ronnie glared at her. “Ronnie ain’t takin’ this shit from someone who thought north was where the sun sets!”

“Say that again, dumbass.” Her claws clicked menacingly.

He grinned, leaning back in his seat. “Ronnie said—”

She grabbed the map and tore it in half, scattering the pieces to the wind. His jaw dropped.

“What the fuck?!”

“Now you don’t have a map to pretend to read.” She said smugly, lighting a cigarette.

Ronnie growled. “Ronnie’s gonna throw you out of this goddamn truck.”

——

Ronnie stormed into the room, dragging Basteta behind him as she growled and hissed.

“Ronnie don’t appreciate being lied to, cat!” he shouted, slamming his fist on the table. “Ronnie counted on you, and you fucked it up!”

Basteta rolled her eyes, slamming the door shut behind her with her tail. “What the fuck are you yelling about now, Ronnie? You lose your goddamn binky?”

“You told Ronnie the stash was in that crate!” He yelled, pointing wildly. “Turns out it was full of fucking pillows!”

She bared her teeth in a sharp grin. “Yeah, pillows filled with coke, ya dumb fuck. If ya bothered to check instead of pitching a goddamn tantrum, ya’d know that.”

Ronnie paused, blinking. “...Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. Now get outta my face before I shove your precious ‘Ronnie’ right up your ass!”

————

Ronnie belongs to @kururu418

[moodymisty]

ugh I swear my interests have been rapid fire changing so fast recently it's gonna give me whiplash

sooo anyway now I'm thinking thinkin about Trazyn lol. I love the Primarchs n all but something about a soulless, old as fuck, kleptomaniac skeleton robot just hits diff ya know? like hell yeah kidnap me and show n tell me all the cool shit in your museum till I keel over and die from old age <3 I have thoughts lol if I still remember them after work tonight I might kool aid man back into your ask box to share

Trayzn is one of those characters that gets better the more you read about him. His whole thing is absolutely insane, and we love him. I'd get his mini if it wasn't so, lame. In comparison to his lore.

To be honest Trazyn giving tours to normal people would be hilarious and I'd love to book one. I could've sworn he's like given a Custodes a tour or something before he froze them? Don't quote me. I'm sure he'd love to give you a tour if not just to chatter endlessly.

Also

[worldsokayestdragon]

Cas and Jack hunting together is so chaotic, I love it! you put your two most autistic bitches on the case alone and they're rapid firing the weird questions at law enforcement with no lead in, they're discussing how confused they are by social media while they summon a demon, they're walking right up to the church group leader and asking where the kool aid is. they've gone rogue to solve a normal murder but still revealed the existence of the supernatural to some bystanders. we don't get a ton of them hanging out one on one and I think that's because they're too powerful.

[ghost-proofbaby]

My most cherished Ghostie Goo Bailey. (Yes I’m using the nickname. Sue me.) I have FINALLY read the latest chapter of Mordor and have come to tell you how WONDERFUL IT WAS. Not necessarily good wonderful. But wonderful nonetheless.

I love Detectives Willow and Robin. I know you’ve said it before that you channeled you and your bestie but truly it feels like me and mine too. Just getting into shit. Warning each other not to do something and then doing it anyway. “I swear on my grandmother’s grave.” Like. Legitimately. Get the fuck out of my walls.

And then just…everything happening with Willow and Eddie and Vecna’s curse. I’m so excited for more. But seriously take your time. You’re doing such an amazing job crafting this story and I can’t wait to see where you take it. Love you babe great job. (Also damn it’s been long since I have not picked on you. Maybe I can only say nice things over ask. And I’m a sarcastic piece of shit in Reblogs? Whatever.)

finally braving my inbox and seeing THIS. 🥺 jo. my dear. my heart can’t take it please.

willow and robin’s friendship will always be so personal to me, i love the fact that they just… they’re getting into shit together. it’s that tik tok audio with those two truly.

steve: please tell me you didn’t drag willow into this.

robin: i did not drag willow into this!

*rapid knocking*

steve: …who’s that?

robin: i think you know :)

also yes it has been a long time since you haven’t picked on me but that’s okay because sarcasm and teasing are my love languages 🖤 i love you so much my og kool aid man

[rubymarzovilla]

A Brief History of Hip Hop Dance

Hip-hop dance has become one of the most influential dance styles in modern culture. Originating in the late 20th century, it has evolved from its humble beginnings to become a global phenomenon.

During the early 1970s, hip-hop dance emerged in the Bronx, New York. It stemmed from the broader hip-hop culture, which encompassed music, graffiti, and a unique style of dress. Many credit DJ Kool Herc, who introduced the concept of extending the instrumental breaks in songs, allowing dancers to showcase their moves for longer periods, as the catalyst for the new dance form.

Block parties gave way to hip-hop. These dance gatherings brought together dancers who explored early hip-hop forms, ranging from hustle to up rocking to lindy hop and popping. These styles, combined with the rhythmic beats of hip-hop music, laid the foundation for what would become break dancing or "breaking."

Breaking or breakdancing became the most popular form of hip-hop dance. B-boys and b-girls (break boys and girls) would perform intricate footwork, acrobatic power moves, and freeze poses. Hip-hop culture soon permeated other areas in the United States, and breaking gained national attention. Films like "Wild Style" (1983), "Breakin'" (1984), and "Beat Street" (1984) introduced breaking to mainstream audiences, thus spreading its appeal.

Moreover, breaking dominated the early hip-hop dance scene, but the 1980s saw the rise of new styles like popping, locking, and boogaloo. Quick muscle contractions and robotic dance moves characterized popping. Locking features precise movements and relaxed intervals. Boogaloo, a fluid mix of popping and circular movements, further diversified the hip-hop dance scene. Along with breaking, these new styles were the basis for old-school hip-hop dance.

As hip-hop music took the world by storm, choreographed dance routines became a staple of music videos in the 1990s. Artists like MC Hammer and Michael Jackson incorporated hip-hop dance elements into their performances. Television shows like "In Living Color" featured hip-hop dance troupes, further popularizing the style. The rise of music video channels like MTV and BET provided a platform for hip-hop dance to reach millions of viewers worldwide.

The new millennium saw hip-hop dance evolve and diversify even further. New styles emerged, including Krumping, an aggressive, expressive dance style originating from South Central Los Angeles; Turfing, a fusion style from Oakland, California, combining popping with gliding movements; and Jookin, which features intricate footwork and gliding.

Then, the internet and social media platforms like YouTube and Instagram spread hip-hop dance globally. Dancers can share their moves and choreography with a global audience, leading to the rapid evolution of styles. The advent of TikTok has introduced short-form hip-hop dance challenges to a new generation, ensuring the style's continued relevance and popularity.

Hip-hop dance has become mainstream, influencing popular culture through movies, TV shows, and dance competitions. For example, the "Step Up" movie franchise has showcased hip-hop dance to mainstream audiences. Dance competition TV shows like "So You Think You Can Dance" also showcased hip-hop choreography. Due to its popularity, several dance studios and schools teach hip-hop. Even fitness enthusiasts can now enjoy hip-hop dance-inspired workout routines at the gym.

[confusedshades]

Ooooh okay so I see this going two ways.

Option 1:

Clark, during his first few weeks pre-Superman, had had a once night stand with Maddie and Jack. Soon after Maddie had realised she was pregnant but both she and Jack didn't much care to figure out who the child's father was. It didn't really matter to them either way. Lo and behold none of the Fentons realised that Danny wasn't Jack's biological son.

So Danny upon getting (emotionally) adopted by Martha complains how he already has a dad and how he can regularly kool aid man his way through walls and how his parents regularly do scientific research and invent stuff. But because of reasons he can't say he can't go back.....Martha for her part just sighs at Clark's handling of having a child (did he even know? Was the kool aid man him or someone else?) and welcomes him in. She promises to get everything sorted out for him as soon as her son is back from his trip.

Clark comes back from his deep space mission and hearing an extra heartbeat floats into the barn attic where an extra pair of his clothes is always stashed and 'comes' home. Cue misunderstandings (Clark sticking to his "I don't think I have kids! I've always been careful! I promise Ma!" guns and Danny sticking to his "I swear! I'm telling you this guy isn't my dad! He looks like him sort of but he's not my dad!") Martha during her scheduled phone catch up with Alfred had mentioned the new kid so Bruce isn't too far behind Clark. (He was threatened by Alfred and no one crosses that man if they can help it. After all only a fool would cross the person who single-handedly runs the manor and ensures that everyone's complicated lives don't end up falling apart.)

He does a rapid blood paternity test which reveals that Danny is in fact Clark's child. The revelation has dramatic fallout for everyone. (Clark for his part goes beet red at having to explain to his mother that he once had a threesome with a married couple. He is then also forced to sit through the birds and bees talk with her. Danny needs to come to terms with the fact that his parents had a threesome which resulted in him. That Jack isn't in fact his father. Depending on a good or bad reveal this might add more to his fallout)

Option 2:

Danny after a reveal gone bad was on the run from the Drs. Fenton and GiW. Jazz was too closely monitored by both her parents and the GiW at her college in Gotham to be much help. Ellie was hiding out travelling internationally mainly because Danny hasn't told her yet how bad it's gotten.

During his run he comes across a lab with clones being grown and remembering Ellie he razes the place. There's only one viable clone he finds who's about 6-7 years old. Danny being a kind and soft hearted person cannot leave the kid behind and basically adopts him. So they go around and stick together. Somewhere along the line they cross into Kansas and Danny has them sticking to the outskirts of towns. (it helps that his baby brother is learning to fly too!)

Then they're spotted by Martha while Danny was trying to grab some of the apples from the top of the tree. She wouldn't have noticed if she wasn't used to looking over whenever something floated in her peripheral vision what with Clark having trouble when he was younger. She'd immediately taken the kids in when she saw the similarity between them and Clark. And both flying? Well. Looks like her son needed another talk. Obviously the first one hadn't taken.

Danny suspicious of her doesn't reveal much, but something about her is very calming and yells safeSafeSafeSAFE to him. Time goes on and he thinks that staying here won't be so bad if all they have to do is simple chores in exchange for food and board. Both the boys had looked at each other when Martha asked for names. Danny was so used to calling his brother kiddo that it'd slipped his mind. Whoops?

They sit down with a baby names book and find one that the kid likes. So Danny and Conner spend weeks at the Kent farm and slowly she pulls out the bare bones of the story from them. (they're brothers. Danny has another sibling who's grown from a tube so it's not that strange for him. He's hiding from his parents because they don't like what he became. They don't understand.)

Clark comes back to earth a few weeks after that conversation. The lecture he gets from Martha ("Clark Joseph Kent. I thought I raised you better than this. How could you have a child and leave it to fend for themself?" "Ma? What are you...? Who is that?" "You apparently had a child. A child who's powers kicked in and had to go on the run with his brother as a result. Do you have any idea how hard that must've been?")

Clark is overjoyed at no longer being the last Kryptonian but is absolutely confused because he's never had a child to his knowledge. (insert weird Kryptonian biology and how they're only sexually aroused when they're emotionally invested in their partner) he remembers the whole bird and bees talk.

So he offers to call his friend who can help settle the misunderstanding. (He's happy to have more family. It doesn't matter if they're his kids or siblings. Family is family.) Danny is suspicious and asks immediately who this friend is and how he'll prove it. Clark says it's a friend he knows through his work and he's really good with tests. Danny immediately grabs Conner and turns them both intangible. He says they won't be staying if there's medical tests involved. Clark waves his hands around and says that no the guy is a detective and that's why he knows some basic tests. It's just a few drops of blood and he'll go first of they prefer it.

Danny cautiously makes them tangible again and nods. Conner after spending so much time with Danny sticks to him like a burr. Clark calls Bruce on speakerphone and explains that he might not be the last but they need to do a blood test to confirm. Would he mind helping out?

Robin!Jason in the background can be heard snickering and saying how nice an opportunity this is and how Penny-one was just saying they needed a vacation. Danny and Conner both relax a little on hearing the kid so Clark and Martha sweeten the deal by inviting them down for the weekend and promises of pie.

So Bruce promises to show up the next day, Jay in tow and a paternity blood test kit. "Uh..Bruce. you might need to bring two." Batman's silence (because at that moment he was Batman more than Bruce) was drowned out by Jason's whistle and sniggering, the comment about "fast work" barely completed before Bruce grunted and disconnected.

The next day, Jason and Bruce come in and as promised, Clark goes first. They do a cheek swab and Bruce puts his sample in one side of a machine. Jason who'd sidled up the kids had been explaining what was happening and how it doesn't even feel like much of anything with a check swab. It might tickle a bit if you're really sensitive but that's it. Conner perks up at that and goes first. Danny is still uncertain but he knows enough that cheek swabs won't hurt.

So once the sample is collected, he pulls Conner back to his side and they wait. The test results are......well, chaos is a mild word. Clark pretty much needs to sit down.

Danny watches the reactions of the adults closely but doesn't see much beyond surprise and shock. So after some time passes where Clark is clearly dumbfounded and barely processing anything, he shakes his head at a swab. "He's my brother even if I found him in a lab. It doesn't matter who the parents are - we're sticking together."

Clark has questions and Bruce promises to investigate. He gets the city where Danny found Conner and starts typing away on his laptop. Martha is overjoyed but is absolutely giving Clark a refresher on the birds and bees.

Martha Kent was a smart woman. A strong woman.

She had raised Superman afterall. More importantly she had raised a kind good man. A responsible one.

Maybe not so responsible, or maybe she should have done the birds and bees talk instead of Jonathan.

Cause what else is she supposed to think when she comes across a small boy that looks alot like her Clark and can float.

Or Ma kent comes across a young Danny who floats to grab something on a high shelf. Naturally, this means her son has a child he doesn't know about. (What a time for Clark to be off planet)

( alot of miscommunication and highjinks leads to everyone thinking Clark Fathered a child accidentally)

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Blue's Rose - Chapter 30 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Boys Will Be What?

Blue Cavanaugh & Kulap 'Kool' Somboon

Kulap started the SUV and backed out of the parking space.

A few minutes later he was cruising at a fast clip homeward bound.

He dreaded arriving.

There was a good chance one if not both of his parents would be waiting for him.

He was not interested in a rematch with his mother.

Now knowing about the pictures, Kulap didn't think it would be safe to have a conversation with her right now.

He didn't think he would be able to restrain himself.

As for his father, he simply wasn't in the mood.

Of course, he learned a few minutes later when he walked in the front door, fate as usual, wasn't very interested in what he wanted.

Mina met Kulap and promptly informed him that his father was waiting for him in his office.

Kulap sighed and looked up the stairs, considering for the briefest of moments of ignoring the patriarchal summons and escaping to his rooms but he discarded the idea as quickly as it came.

That was a coward move and would only create more problems versus the very little bit of satisfaction he would get from ignoring the command.

Besides, there was still the chance his mother had told his father everything.

If that was the case Kulap wanted to know now.

That wasn't something he wanted to put off, though after his mother's disparaging treatment he couldn't say it was something he looked forward to either.

Bracing himself emotionally and mentally and any other way that would get him through the next few minutes, Kulap set off towards the back of the house to his father's lair.

His least favorite place in this house.

Kulap's knuckles rapped against the wooden door and he waited for the graveled enter that he knew would soon follow.

Opening the door, he stepped through, closing it behind him and moved forward to stand in front of his father who sat at his imposing and ornate desk, looking like an emperor or Duke, a Prince or even King.

He looked nothing like a father.

When he talked, he sounded nothing like one, either.

Sentences and questions were thrown at him one after the other.

"How dare you embarrass me today."

"Are you a child playing games?"

"Are you pleased with yourself?"

"We could have lost so much money."

In between each sentence came smaller digs and bemoaning poor me-like statements that Kulap was used to hearing and could easily tune out.

The statement and questions were rapid fired.

He had no time to respond and really, a response was not wanted or required.

This was standard, rebuke the first-born rhetoric that he had stood in this office countless of times hearing over the years, at least since he was six years old.

They had not let up despite his achievements.

He figured there was a very good chance he would be standing here going through the same thing when he was in his forties.

Kulap sighed internally, his last thought being completely depressing. He made his escape some fifteen minutes later.

The only one good thing to have come out of it all was realizing his mother had not yet chatted with his father about Blue.

For that he was thankful.

It gave him time to think about what he was going to do.

It also meant Blue was safe for now.

His mother had complete faith in herself and her capabilities.

Kulap was quite sure she had already dismissed Blue from her thoughts, thinking him already out of their family picture.

Kulap needed it to stay that way while he remained here.

He didn't want Blue pulled once again into the ugliness of his family.

As much as it killed him, he would prefer Blue leave tonight on a plane if there was a chance his mother would get to him again.

Kulap walked towards the stairs, running his hands through his hair, totally exhausted from the emotional craziness of the day.

His cell-phone rang and he pulled it from his pocket immediately thinking it would be Blue.

He started bounding up the steps to get to his room quicker when he realized the caller was Mia.

He stopped immediately on the step and answered her call, his hip leaning against the polished railing.

"Hello Mia, sorry I haven't called," Kulap started saying but Mia interrupted, her usually chirpy voice strained and scratchy.

He frowned, knowing immediately that she had been crying.

His memory flashed to dinner Friday night and her unhappy countenance.

He knew then that there had been more to it than a headache.

Irritated that he had allowed himself to be so easily sidetracked, Kulap assured Mia he was on his way when she softly told him she needed to see him.

Kulap turned and started back down the stairs.

His feet flying across the marble flooring and back down the stone steps to the SUV that had thankfully not been put away yet.

He climbed in, started the engine and floored the gas pedal.

From the sound of Mia's voice something was horribly wrong.

He sighed.

He was angry with himself.

He had let himself be distracted Friday because he had been dying to get to Blue and their weekend away.

Mia had known that too.

She wouldn't have wanted to get in the way of them but now she was crying and that didn't sit well with Kulap.

Yes, he had been looking forward to his time with Blue, understatement really but he wasn't the kind of person that sought happiness at the expense of someone else's nor as in this case, ignore someone who needed him.

She had needed him and he had not been there.

She obviously needed him now even more.

Despite having a headache and having one of the most tragic days of his own life, Kulap didn't hesitate to go to her now.

Kulap pulled onto the long drive that lead up to their estate.

Usually the exterior was well lit but tonight few lights were on and the place had a shadowy haunted feel.

Unexpected goosebumps ran up Kulap's arms.

He didn't have a good feeling about this at all.

Mia met him at the door.

She grabbed his hand and led him through to the back, outside the kitchen door and into the flower garden, all without saying a word.

He had only caught a glimpse of her face before she had grabbed ahold of him and he could tell immediately that she had been crying.

Though he had wanted to hug her there and then, her determined drive to get them outside had decided him against it.

She obviously wanted them to have privacy before talking so he let her lead the way.

When she stopped walking and turned to face him her ravaged and pale face shocked him.

He waited for her to start explaining but as she opened her mouth to speak, her lips kept working but no sounds came out until suddenly she was crying, great huge globs of tears poured from her lost looking eyes and smalls sobs left her mouth that was quivering as if freezing.

She was breaking his heart

On instinct he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his shoulder, holding her as she cried.

The deep torturous cries slashed at his heart and his mind raced with a thousand possibilities of what could be wrong.

He let her cry until her sobs became sniffles.

He leaned her back away from him and wiped at her tears with his thumbs.

She looked wrecked.

Whatever was going on was ripping her heart out.

He only hoped he could do something to help her once she confided into him what the problem was.

Finally, Mia began to explain and the more she said the more color drained from Kulap's face.

"Do you remember three dinners ago at your house when my father was suddenly called away."

Kulap nodded.

He remembered they had been in the garden and he was telling her for the first time about Blue coming.

That seemed so long ago, now, he thought as he listened to Mia continue.

"There was a business deal that the other party pulled out of last minute but my father was already fully vested with no way to regain what he had put in. The last two weeks has been a struggle for the company and he has tried and tried to borrow and mortgage but it's just too much," Mia explained her tears starting again but more controlled.

Large tears continued leaking from her eyes as she talked and Kulap worried she would make herself ill.

"Mia you know I will help you," Kulap quickly assured her.

[rosesinvalley]

NISSA KOOL BMX COOL

Voici un portrait d’Anissa, bmx rideuse française.

Anissa, elle roule, elle roule vite et fait des figures. Elle anime son vélo BMX. On a voulu en savoir un peu plus sur ce sport de ride que l’on connaît peu et mal. Cette interview complète notre recherche sur les sensations liées au ride dont le BMX ne faisait pas encore partie dans notre fanzine « Cult of Ride ». 

Peux-tu te présenter en quelques mots ?

Bonjour, je m’appelle Anissa, j’ai 27 ans et je vis près de Lyon !

Quand as-tu commencé à rider ? Le BMX ?

J’ai découvert les sports extrêmes à la TV à l’âge de 8 ans. J’ai commencé à rider à 9 ans, après que mes parents m’aient fait le plus beau des cadeaux d’anniversaire : un BMX ! A cette époque, je ne faisais que de me déplacer avec. C’était impensable pour moi d’oser faire des tricks ! J’ai eu un skate à la même période, je me souviens avoir mis énormément de temps à réussir à trouver mon équilibre dessus. J’ai cependant mis de côté ma passion de mes 12 ans jusqu’à mes 22 ans, à cause du regard des autres. Une fille qui ride n’était pas courant à cette période et j’en souffrais beaucoup.

Quelles sensations cela te procure ?

J’aime ce sport pour la liberté qu’il offre. Libre de rouler quand tu veux, où tu veux, avec qui tu veux. Libre d’apprendre les figures que tu veux, de la manière que tu veux. J’aime aussi le courage qu’il demande et la sensation incroyable ressentie lorsque la prise de risque t’a mené à une réussite. C’est un dépassement de soi permanent qui demande créativité, patience et acharnement. C’est une activité qui me procure énormément de plaisir et me donne confiance en moi.

Que penses-tu du milieu compet, sponsor ? Les autres rideuses ?

Le milieu compétition a mauvaise réputation dans notre sport qui vient de la rue. La création de clubs et de skateparks spécifiques à la mise en place de ces compétitions est assez critiquée chez les riders. Leur colère vient du fait que notre sport, basé sur la créativité personnelle et la liberté, se transformerait en un sport plus formaté, où les tricks (figures) comptent plus que le style ou le plaisir de rouler. J’entends ces critiques, mais je crois aussi que ces compétitions permettent une certaine visibilité à nos sports, encore trop peu connus. Elles contribuent aussi à la création de structures de qualités pour les riders, adaptées à tous les niveaux. J’ajouterais que les compétitions de BMX freestyle, du côté des filles, n’ont rien à voir avec celles des garçons. Il y a moins de concurrence, moins de pression. Pour ma part, la compétition est un moyen de revanche sur toutes ces années où je n’osais pas aller au skatepark lorsqu’il y avait du monde, à cause du regard parfois très méprisant de certains garçons. Pendant mon run de compétition, je pense à cette grande frustration et je la transforme en énergie afin de me surpasser. Pour ce qui est des sponsors, je crois que cela est symbolique avant tout. Il est très difficile de gagner sa vie grâce aux BMX, même en étant sponsorisé. En revanche, cela procure une certaine fierté de rouler pour une marque. Cela te permet aussi d’intégrer une team. Je pense que c’est pour cela que les riders le font.

Le BMX est-il dangereux ? Pour les filles ? 

Ce sport est très dangereux, mais c’est pour cela qu’on l’aime ! Je dirais qu’il existe deux catégories de riders : ceux qui osent, tombent mais progressent vite et ceux qui se protègent en avançant lentement. Je fais partie de cette seconde catégorie ! Fille ou garçon n’importe pas, c’est une question de personnalité avant tout ! J’ai déjà pensé à définitivement arrêter, après une grosse chute lors de ma première compétition, mais l’envie de remonter sur le vélo est finalement revenue assez rapidement. Je crois que le piège avec le BMX, c’est qu’une fois qu’on a commencé, il est très difficile de raccrocher !

Tu crées un projet “DIY” et collectif ride, peux-tu nous en dire un peu plus ?

J’ai créé une chaîne YouTube pendant le premier confinement en 2020 à travers laquelle je donne principalement des conseils aux débutants en BMX. Ce projet a abouti, environ deux ans plus tard, à la création de la marque du même nom : Nissa Kool. Le but est de faire connaître notre sport, d’organiser des événements et de motiver un maximum de personnes à se lancer dans les sports extrêmes en général. Le slogan « Do Your Thing » véhicule un message de liberté, de force aussi. L’idée est de toujours faire ce qu’il te semble bon, peu importe la critique. Reste focus et fais ton truc. J’aime beaucoup également le côté créatif de ce projet. Le fait de designer les vêtements, les sérigraphier, les photographier, etc. Aussi, l’un des objectifs de la marque est de soutenir les filles dans les sports extrêmes, encore trop peu nombreuses, notamment par la création d’un collectif ride filles/garçons. NK est une marque complètement mixte et sans cliché, tout comme devrait l’être l’univers des sports extrêmes !

Nous avons fait un fanzine sur le ride en général, qu’en penses-tu ?

J’ai trouvé ce fanzine très intéressant et particulièrement riche en références. J’aime beaucoup le lien qui est fait entre le ride et la révolte féminine. Je suis assez d’accord avec l’idée que le ride, pour les femmes, un est moyen de puissance, d’évasion et d’émancipation nécessaire vis à vis des injustices qu’elles ont pu subir au cours des siècles. « L’air sur le visage » résume parfaitement le ride et la sensation magique qu’il procure, peu importe la monture !

Merci pour ces questions passionnantes, A bientôt, bon ride à toutes et tous !

NK

En savoir plus sur sa marque Kool : https://nissakool.com

A vous de rider avec les conseils d’Anissa sur sa chaîne youtube pour acheter votre premier BMX ou bien rire aussi…

[dfroza]

parking lot double

the 20th of may (2024)

Grand Rapids T-storm (& bow)

landing down on Kool Chevrolet on Plainfield Ave (or so it seems)

[mollah42o]

How vintage is hip-hop?

The beginning of hip hop is thought to now lower returned to Aug. Eleven, 1973, wherein DJ Kool Herc, really referred to as Clive Campbell, and his pal hosted a again-to-college birthday party in the Bronx, big apple. Eighteen-12 months-vintage Campbell and his friend Coke los angeles Rock are often referred to as the fathers of hip-hop.

The primary DJ:

History of DJing

In 1935, American radio commentator Walter Winchell coined the time period "disc jockey". In 1943, radio DJ Jimmy Savile launched the sector's first DJ dance celebration by way of playing jazz statistics inside the upstairs function room of the reliable Order of ancient Shepherds in Otley, England.

The four fathers of rap:

Numerous founders say that Kool Herc, Grandmaster Flash, Afrika Bambaataa, and Melle Mel—those normally credited because the creators—will admit they had been stimulated by means of manner of a generation of HipHop that existed in advance than 1973.

The 4 factors of hip-hop:

While there's some debate over the range of things of hip-hop, there are 4 elements that is probably considered to be its pillars: deejaying, or “turntabling”; rapping, also known as “MCing” (emceeing) or “rhyming”; graffiti portray, moreover known as “graf” or “writing”; and break dancing, or “B-boying,” which encompasses.

Fast rap is known as:

Chopper is a hip-hop track subgenre that originated in the Midwestern u.S. Of us and has competencies of rapid-paced rhyming or rapping. Individuals who rap in fashion are known as choppers, and rapping inside style is from time to time known as slicing.

Gradual rap is called:

Mumble rap

Mumble rap is relative to a derogatory time period for some artists. But, in plenty of techniques, it is an honest description of a fantastic rap style it simply is famous proper now.

The 3 styles of hip-hop:

A short manual to the numerous forms of hip-hop. Gangsta. Lure. Cloud Rap.

Gangster rap is known as:

Gangsta rap or gangster rap, to begin with called reality rap, emerged in the mid-to past due Eighties in l. A. Is a debatable hip-hop subgenre whose lyrics assert the life-style and values standard of city American gangs and road hustlers.

South African music is referred to as:

The South African song scene consists of each famous (jive) and folk paperwork like Zulu isicathamiya creating a song and harmonic mbaqanga. Exceptional popular genres are Marabi, Kwaito, house music, Isicathamiya, Gqom, rock song, hip hop and Amapiano.

The Naija music is referred to as:

Famous music genres loved with the aid of Nigerians and now globally embody Jazz, Highlife, Jùjú, Afrobeat, Reggae, and Afrobeats. Fela Kuti became instrumental in the adoption of Jazz and Afrobeat. A current mainstream track referred to as 'Afrobeats' or 'Afropop' takes cues from beyond patterns.

Afro-pop track in South Africa:

Afro-Pop is a seize-all-time period encompassing the wealthy style of modern-day African music patterns -- usually city, electric-powered dance songs.

The tune is first inside the world:

The earliest fragment of musical notation is placed on a 4,000-12 months-vintage Sumerian clay tablet, which incorporates commands and tunings for a hymn honoring the ruler Lipit-Ishtar. However, for the call of the oldest extant tune, most historians factor in “Hurrian Hymn No.

Began African song:

African song modified into first recorded by Egyptian musicians in the third millennium BC. The Egyptians used a massive form of musical gadgets, which encompass harps, flutes, drums, and cymbals.

The biggest song on facts:

For day-by-day wit & records, be part of the Almanac e-newsletter.

The longest recorded pop music is “Apparente Libertà,” by Giancarlo Ferrari, that is seventy-six mins, forty-four seconds long. This passed the preceding report of “The satan Glitch,” by way of using Chris Butler, it really is sixty-9 mins lengthy.”

Ok-pop is famous in South Africa:

South Africa is the top market for good enough pop in Sub-Saharan Africa. The most well-known K-pop artist is BTS, their Coldplay collaboration song My Universe being the maximum streamed okay-pop track on Spotify.

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6 Massive Health Benefits from The Mango

Mango, a tropical fruit beloved for its sweet taste and vibrant color, is often savored during the hot summer months. However, beyond its delicious flavor, mango also offers a plethora of health benefits that are worth exploring. Furthermore, we do know that temperature during the summer rises with higher intensity which is irritating but at the same time we are excited about this season as it brings this amazing and tastiest fruit. Despite our love for mangoes, we may not be aware of the multitude of health benefits that they offer. The king of fruits, Mango, is an indigenous fruit of India and Southeast Asia. It's interesting to note that despite bananas being the most produced fruit in India, mangoes hold the second highest position in terms of total fruit production. Additionally, the production of mangoes has been steadily increasing every year. Moreover, the drawback is that we can only get the fresh mangoes in season but if you want to enjoy the mango juice in every season then must buy Instant Mango Juice Premix “Rasna”. You can find the Products of Rasna from our website and from nearby stores easily. 

Health Benefits of Mangoes:

Boost Your Digestion

Mangoes offer several health benefits, including improved digestive health and bowel movement. This is due to the dietary fiber present in mangoes, which helps facilitate smooth digestion. Additionally, the enzymes in mangoes aid in the easy breakdown of proteins, further supporting digestion. By promoting the growth of beneficial bacteria in your gut, mangoes can improve your immunity and energy levels in addition to alleviating digestive ailments such as diarrhea and constipation. With these benefits, it's clear that mangoes are an excellent addition to any diet for optimal digestive health. Looking to add some fun x`xand variety to your meals and drinks? Check out Rasna International's wide range of food products, including their Kool Drink range, Wellness range, Fun Fruit concentrates, and more. 

Fights Cancer 

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Improve Vision

 Did you know that mangoes can contribute to better eye health? This is due to the presence of beta-carotene, which helps the body produce enough vitamin A to support healthy vision and protect against eye ailments such as macular degeneration and vision loss. Similarly, to papaya, mangoes are a delicious way to promote eye health. With such significant benefits, it's hard to resist indulging in this tasty fruit. Beat the heat with Instant Mango Juice Premix “Rasna”, grab it today from our website or from nearby stores. 

Regulate Sugar Level

Mangoes are not only delicious but can also be beneficial for individuals with high blood sugar levels. Despite being sweet, mangoes have a low glycemic index, meaning they don't cause a rapid spike in blood sugar levels. Additionally, mangoes contain fiber and nutrients that help regulate blood sugar levels. The high fiber content slows down the absorption of sugar into the bloodstream, preventing sudden spikes in blood sugar. Furthermore, mangoes contain compounds that have been found to enhance insulin production and improve insulin sensitivity, both of which can help regulate blood sugar levels. 

Improve Skin Health

 Not only does mango offer numerous benefits for your gut and overall health, but it can also improve your skin. The high content of antioxidants, such as vitamin C and beta-carotene, in mangoes can boost the radiance of your skin with regular consumption. Mangoes have the ability to cleanse the deeper layers of your skin, leading to a thorough exfoliation and elimination of dead pores. By incorporating mangoes into your diet, you can enhance the natural glow of your skin. It's important to recognize the value of mangoes and all the benefits they have to offer, so don't hesitate to enjoy this delicious fruit.

Prevent Heat Stroke

 Mango is not only delicious but it also has the potential to benefit your body in various ways, especially during the summer season. With its abundance in the summer, it comes as no surprise that this fruit can be a refreshing addition to your diet. During the summer months, the risk of heat stroke increases, but incorporating mangoes in your diet can help cool your body down naturally and alleviate symptoms such as dehydration and fatigue. These mango benefits are hard to beat! Even if you are already familiar with the many benefits of mango, consuming this fruit during the summer can help you stay cool and refreshed.

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[a-badbowlofsoup]

Upon further thought . . .

Dave the CPS flunky notes that he's seen Jack Fenton go through walls like the Kool-Aid Man, so now I'm wondering; What if Jack and Maddie are metas, but don't know it? They've never practiced or trained, so they've never reached their full potential, but its there.

Like, Jack is super strong with limited invulnerability or rapid healing. Like Sylvester Stallone in Samaritan. He's maybe on Killer Croc's level, but he's so single-minded that he can shrug off things that would normally put him down. The drive to protect her brother, especially in Gotham, has triggered those same powers in Jazz. Like, imagine Joker threatening Danny and BAM, this seven year old just walks right through the wall and starts scolding Danny for wandering off.

If memory serves, Maddie is a skilled in hand to hand and weapons combatant in canon. Like, Nightwing or Black Canary can take her, but she'll make 'em work for it. Her power is sensing the paranormal, like Danny didn't get his ghost sense from the portal, that's all Maddie, baby.

Imagine Jack and Maddie turning up in Gotham. The "ghosts" have their kids, and by God, they will get them back.

Now imagine Maddie, in Gotham, a known paranormal Clusterfuck, and her Ghost Sense is going nuts. Now imagine that combined with her Mother Bear tendencies.

They will get their family back . . . even if it means Gotham burns.

Joker flees town, this is too much Chaos, even for him.

In the middle of a Justice League meeting, Batman feels a tug on his cape. He looks down to see a little boy who could easily pass as one of his.

"Erm," the boy starts. "I frew up."

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Nightwing (2011) #10