#sting freestyle

[donutwatches]

MHA 3.1 - Game Start

I made it to season 3, Hallelujah!

And it starts with recaps. Does every season start with recaps?

Iida would wear a swim cap, but what's killing me is seeing Tokoyami with his lil bird head and human body. I never thought about it since he is always wearing his black poncho.

Also, is the pink blob guy giving out massages in the back? >.>

Love a conversation that starts with, "So when we first met I did NOT think you were friendship material. Truly, SHOCKED that I associate with you now." lol.

It ends up being a lovely supportive talk where Iida compliments Midoriya for all his progress, and of course, our sweet bean Midoriya deflects by crediting others.

It isn't a party until these two show up! Kirishima convinced the Gremlin to participate. He really should be paid for working Bakugo duty, because that is a full time job.

Of course they would make it a competition. Can't have a nice day at the pool, gotta find out who's the #1 at backstrokes.

I was silly to think any actual swimming would occur. Bakugo's, "It's freestyle!", response was very funny.

Too cool for nasty pool water to touch him. The Jesus of My Hero Academia confirmed.

Getting flashbacks to when I used to do belly flops at the pool as a kid and it would hurt so much my skin would sting...why did I used to think that was fun???

The party is so over. Aizawa went 'the kids have hit their idiocy time limit', and sent them PACKING.

I hate recaps, but the swimming pool side-plot had some enjoyable character interactions.

Click here for episode 2.

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@bicheetopuff @hyperfixations-and-cringe @setfiretotheshadows

[butmakeitgayblog]

Did CoA Lexa always know how to swim or did she have to learn? I feel like our golden retriever angel would cannonball into a pool then suddenly realize mid jump that she doesn't know how to swim

You're on the right path, but for slightly the wrong reasons 👀

It wouldn't be the physical act of swimming that would be the issue. That she can do just fine - tread water, freestyle stroke, make herself float. She's got all that and it just comes naturally.

What would fuck her up the first time around—

Breathing.

Angels have a set system where they "breathe" just to mimic life. It makes them appear more normal. The feel and sound of their breathing, their unnecessary heartbeat that pumps no actual blood through their nonexistent veins. It's just a mechanism that helps them connect to humanity in moments when their touch and comfort is necessary.

And while she had become aware of the reality that she actually, truly, very much needed to treat oxygen as a priority to staying alive now... sometimes ehhhh the logic of it would kind of... slip away from her. The application of knowing it, and then applying it to every scenario without thinking didn't always compute. Sometimes she will get a momentary 404 error message and then realize haha oopsie daisies, I almost killed myself just now.

And swimming would be one of those instances. Because yes she would fully go into it thinking I got this 🥴 I have swam before. Granted, it was in full angel clothing, but if anything, this will be easier. It's fine. I know what I'm doing.

And then she'd hit that water in a running cannonball or a gracefully arched downward dive, and would be sunk about 3 feet underwater, and realize... she did not take a breath before diving in.

And she cannot breathe under here.

Also, she has water flooding her nose. And it stings. And she has no idea what to do about that. Halp 🙃

[1800classiccherries]

Guitar strings!

⚘ Hobie x fem!reader

⚘ fluff, getting injured, bleeding, treating injury

⚘ summary: y/n hurts her fingers playing guitar and hobie treats it.

⚘ wc: 446

Hobie was freestyling on his guitar, and you were trying to perfect a riff you had been working on all day. An evening glow filtered into your room, setting a perfect mood of peace. It had been a while since you had played electric guitar, so the tips of your fingers were beginning to get pretty red and hurt like crazy. But every time that happened before, you would keep playing regardless, and your figures would adjust.

Looking down at your hands, you lour, "My figures are killing me; I can hardly press down."

"Let's take a rest then, yeah?" he says, putting his guitar off to the side.

"yeah… but I'm gonna keep going a little longer. I really wanna get this down," you declare, determined to perfect it.

Nodding, Hobie lays his head back against your bed, looking up at the ceiling. He knew that when you were set on doing something, you planned to stick with it and keep going until you were satisfied enough to take a break. However, as you play, you feel a slicing pain on your fingers from the guitar strings, causing you to stop abruptly. Hobie notices the sudden stop and looks over in your direction. You look at him, fighting back tears as you hold your hand up for him to see. It was starting to bleed a little on your middle and index fingers.

"ow," you painfully choke out.

Getting up, Hobie shakes his head and walks over to you on your bed, picking you up with his hands under your upper thighs; You instinctively rest your hands on his shoulders. Sure, you could've walked, but you weren't complaining. Carrying you into the bathroom, Hobie sets you down on the counter before getting the first aid kit off the shelf. He gets out disinfectant and bandaids, setting them beside the kit.

"This'll sting," he forewarns as he dabs some of it onto a cloth.

"then don't do it," you protest.

Ignoring your objection, Hobie picks up your hand and gently presses the cloth on the wound. With the stinging sensation setting in, you shut your eyes, hissing. He chuckles at this, setting the cloth off to the side.

You open your eyes to see Hobie's amused face glancing at your displeased face as he opens the bandaids. Setting your hand down after wrapping the bandaids over the freshly disinfected wounds, he steps forward to stand between your legs with his hands resting on your thighs.

"didn't even hurt, did it?" he smirks.

You roll your eyes with a false tone of annoyance, "Stop looking at me like that with your fine self before I kiss you."

Thanks for reading!

kinda wish I made it longer but i got tired so oh well. also idk if the whole him picking you up thing make sense but I pictured it sort of like this

[127luvr]

hiii ⭐️

i really liked the last mark fic cause he really is the type to guess your mood just by your lyrics or how you sing and dance. so can i request something like that?

like, you’re doing some freestyle and he’s watching you like :( cause he feels you’re down and then he comforts you 🥺

Black Clouds

Mark Lee x Male Reader

The set is familiar—like you’ve seen it before in another video that Johnny’s made. But now it had been refurbished, the old brown wood painted flush with a rich black color that still felt tacky to the touch. You turned away from the wall, catching Mark’s brown eyes as you regroup with the three other members that sat around the table. He looks down shyly, turning visibly pink as you to stare in between his eyebrows—scared to look into his eyes again.

“Welcome back to JCC everyone! We’re here with—”

“Mark!”

“Jaehyun!”

“(Y/n).” You feel the air shift at your introduction—it was short and cold as you looked down at the pattern on the table. Now all eyes were on you, followed by half of the crew that surrounded the set. Their eyes felt like beady little cameras—watching to judge—to catch a single mistake in how you carry yourself.

“And Haechan!” Immediately the mood goes back to how it was before you announced yourself—the suddenly bright atmosphere leaving you with a bitter feeling in your chest. “It’s been a while since I’ve appeared in JCC and it’s (Y/n/n)’s first time! How are you feeling?”

Again, all eyes fall on you. You feel the whites of your eyes stinging as you focused all of your attention on the microphone in front of you. It reminded you of Johnny and Jaehyun’s Nct Night Night show. This set was much smaller—you would even bet that it was less than half the size of their old studio. The first time you had visited them was when you were a trainee. Having tagged along with Mark since he had invited you. Last time they happily included you in the segment, making you feel comfortable enough to freestyle on the spot.

This time just felt different. The hold your depressive episode had on you was strong enough to not let you enjoy anything. It kept you from being present in the moment with your members—kept you from being happy that Johnny asked you specifically to join his new video.

“I’m feeling grateful, Haechannie. To be here with you guys is more than enough.” Johnny coos, smiling with his eyes as he motions you to continue. “It’s been a hard couple of years you know? What with the pandemic and the uncertainty of my debut, but we got through it—you guys are forever stuck with me.” While the sentiment was there, you felt as if you just performing—putting on a show. Saying things you knew the viewers would want to hear. Your body physically was here—sure—but your mind was elsewhere. Still in the unmade bed in the room that you shared with Mark.

Mark—who kept trying to catch your eyes just once as you kept quiet throughout the filming process. Only laughing when the others laughed and clapping whenever they clapped. He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to steer the conversation away from you as he felt the melancholy ooze from you and your slouched posture. He kept the others busy—too busy to notice how the cameras only followed them and the sound of their voices rather than focusing on your own sullen demeanor. It felt like a stab at your heart. His kindness making your longing feel even worse as he tried his hardest to help you when you felt the most helpless. But that was Mark for you.

“Now, before wrapping this up, we had a special guest on Nct Night Night a few years ago. He did this freestyle rap for us on the spot and it stuck with me even now. One of our most talented. I’m hoping you say yes when I ask you to do another for us? Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” You feel tense, the sincerity behind Jaehyun’s words falling on your ears but not processing in your brain. You were glad to have made such an impression on them but you were such a different (Y/n) now compared to just a few years ago—hell, compared to a few weeks ago even. With a shy nod, you tap on the mic, making sure it was still on after not having said anything for the better part of an hour.

“Of course. That memory has stuck with me too, Jaehyun-ssi. It was when I knew this group would be perfect for me.” You cleared your throat, doing mock vocal warmups with Johnny as they all cheered you on. Finally, your eyes meet Mark’s—who looks at you like a deer caught in headlights. “Mark, do you mind just beatboxing for me? Whatever is fine—I know you’ll come up with something genius.” And just like that he begins with a slow beat, giving you long half notes before transitioning into quick eighth notes. “It’s like staring down the barrel of a gun—where my life had just begun—”

The rest of the lyrics are forgotten. A thing of the past as you reach the end of your rhymes and metaphors. There was no need to memorize them for a song, knowing you could never express how you feel so intimately with others—such as fans. A beat passes, the members stunned into silence before bursting into a round of applause for you.

“Wow. Still the same amazing lyricist as before—”

“Is it okay if I step out for a second?”

The lights in the restrooms are no better than the ones on set—in actuality, they made you feel worse as you leaned your back into the cool wall between the mirror and the hand dryer. You took in slow deep breaths, closing your eyes as you tried to talk yourself down from spiraling any further.

“Hey.” Mark’s voice startled you, causing a shiver to run through your whole body before you settled back into a comfortable position. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you—I could go back, if you’d like.” You grab at the hand closest to you, pulling at Mark’s wrist so he’s just mere centimeters away from you. “Johnny said he could exclude that whole part of the video if you’d like. He also wanted me to tell you not to feel too guilty. We could refilm whenever you felt better.” Mark reciprocates your hold on him, grabbing your waist his his free hand and rubbing small circles into it.

He pulls you into a hug, done with pushing his feelings down when all he’s wanted to do all day was be next to you. To trace the wrinkles in your palm under the table to soothe you and help you through the recording. He’s never felt more at home than he does in your arms as you wrap them around his hips, settling in to his warmth and letting your body relax into his. It was as if you molded perfectly together—like puzzle pieces.

“I’m so tired, Mark. I don’t know how much longer I can go on feeling like this. I don’t even know what this is—I’m perfectly fine. Physically I’m healthy, nothing went wrong I just feel like shit. How do I stop feeling like I don’t deserve to be here?” Without warning you feel yourself shaking, shedding angry tears into Mark’s shoulder as he held you, hands running up and down your back.

“I’m sorry baby. I wish I could tell you how to get through it faster but everyone heals differently. I wish I could just snap my fingers and get rid of all the sadness you have experienced. You know, if only the world functioned like that.” Sensing your quietness he stops joking around—pulling your head up with both of his large hands. He is forcing you to face him. Your red eyes swollen as he looks down at you with parted pink lips. “You did so great in there, (Y/n). You tried your hardest to be present with us regardless of what you’ve had to fight in your own mind.”

You can’t help but start crying again—scared to let go of Mark as if he would disappear from right in front you of. Not that it matters—he would have never done that you.

[weldfists]

Sett & his relationship with his father, pre-HEARTSTEEL

Diving a little deeper into Sett’s career pre-HEARTSTEEL and peeking into his home life with his parents you’ll find a tale of: perfectionism, toxic masculinity, impulsivity, abandonment issues, and struggling with anger issues. All of which can be traced back to Sett’s father and the role he played in molding his son, or at least attempting to, into a rapper that could follow in his legacy as one of the most well known independent rappers from the last decade.

Sett was pushed to always be the best, because his father wanted him to be the best. After all, who would be the heir to the powerhouse of a record company that he owned other than his own son? He had to work for it first because Sett would never be handed anything in his life, not if his dad had a say in that. That alone created tension between his parents-- his mother seeing how much work he’d put into everything his dad wanted from him and still never getting the approval he craved from him, never getting the satisfaction of knowing he was doing enough for him. As if there ever would be a time he would. And that really tore her apart.

It’s been that way since he was a teen: the pressure to be what his dad wanted him to be, so he did his best to write music and freestyle on beats he and his friends would make in their garage. Something he had originally loved to do as a creative outlet (as well as a way to cope with his frustration in a healthy way) became a short-lived endeavor as his father sunk more and more pressure into him. Everything that had been fun experimentation was labeled a waste of time unless it matched the tempo and flow of what his dad made in his heyday, eventually souring Sett’s relationship with making music. But how do you part with something that has been so intrinsically woven into both your family and yourself? The easy answer: you simply don’t; in the end Sett bottled up a lot of the resentment he had towards rapping, making music, and his father. And when there’s nowhere for that energy to go eventually something has to give.

To no one's surprise Sett eventually buckles under the pressure: lashing out every time he had some sort of critique even alluded towards him (especially if it came from his dad’s mouth), getting frustrated with anything he made if it wasn’t to the impossible standards left for him that always seemed to elude his grasp, and eventually growing so frustrated that that anger he held so tightly coiled within his chest exploded violently. At the time, he’d just turn twenty and he’d been arguing with his dad about the latest track he’d decided to show to him (a mistake that’d he’d eventually learn he couldn’t come back from) urging him that it’d be to his standards, that it sounded like his old work and that Sett could compete with him in that aspect. With each point he tried to give, his dad shot him down. Every. Single. Time. So, naturally Sett breaks, everything escalating past the usual yelling matches they seemed to have almost weekly, to where Sett throws the first and only punch-- a solid right hook straight to the old man’s jaw. The sting in his fist stuns him, and the look thrown his way makes his blood run cold as the consequences rain onto him. 

Sett and his mother never see his father after that day, perhaps for the better his mother believed, but Sett still struggled with the damage done nonetheless. And for a while he does, days where he gets frustrated with himself and how it manifests physically-- into punching walls, into getting into unwarranted fights, and generally being impulsive with his anger. Spending days away from his mom so she wouldn’t see that side of him, hiding the image of his father deep within him and as far as he can get it away from her. But he can’t help the way he still sees him when he looks in the mirror and it eats him alive. He tries his best to put that energy into his physique, but he still can’t really escape the need to fight to let off steam.

It isn’t till almost a year after his father walked out of their lives that Sett has to come to terms with either he let his father control his life from beyond his grasp or leave that chapter behind him forever. It’s not easy, unlearning the things you had to do in order to cope with the pressure, but his mom tries to make it easier for him. Gives him a few months trying to channel the misdirected anger somewhere else-- dedicating to spending more time learning things his father never allowed him to even think about: knitting, sewing, cooking, and even having a chance to make music how he used to, all experimental and learn to have fun doing what he used to love. It took time, so much time, but eventually he felt he was in a space to be able to try and pursue that music career he’d worked towards but on his own terms this time.

Eventually he gets picked up by a label (the very same label that had snatched up Ezreal to produce a hit pop-star prince), this is where he put out a solo rap album only to buckle again under the pressure from the label itself after its release. It was messy as he still held onto that aversion to critique, and one day mouthed off to the wrong executive that ended up cutting his contract short despite the mild success of the album. This was the same day that Ezreal had been cut loose of his own contract and when getting hounded by the paparazzi, Sett stepped in to help-- despite knowing fully well it was more to blow off steam than save the guy, that was just a plus. Eventually knocking the most annoying pap hounding the guy out cold and cementing Sett as an outcast to the music industry instantly while at the same time making a friend, funny how that works.

Sett still struggles with coping with anger in some ways, but it’s a lot easier for him these days. It’s just better not to wind him up too tightly and give him the space to work through his bigger feelings. When working with HEARTSTEEL they also break him out of that cycle he’d been plunged into avoiding any sort of critique to his work, and instead allow him the grace to pitch ideas all together to make it easier to not feel like the pressure isn’t only on his shoulders alone. It does wonders for him and his creativity, and with each internal collab between him and another one of the boys or half of them, what have you, he actually finds that spark he’d had before back when he was teen-- making music for fun and making the music he actually *wanted* to put out. And for that he’s a lot more thankful for all these industry outcasts than he’d lead you to believe.

[k-dokja]

Summary: You ever… freestyle and it just got all over the place? Set after the Demon King thing… Also, the reader knows YJH from before the whole ordeal.

The back of his hand hovers over the wooden door. Hesitation comes uneasy for him. He hates slowing down and thinking too much about what his actions would mean for those around him. Because when he lets the thought sit too long, it often encompasses him until the paralysis takes over.

Yet, there he stands in front of your door, deliberating. Regret crawls up the back of his neck for even getting this far, to come to you on an instinct instead of contemplating if you would welcome him. He thinks too much and he doesn’t think enough. His mind traps him at a stalemate and the only coherent action he should take is le—

“How long do you plan to stand out there?”

The door snaps open before his decision comes to be. He can see your ire radiating from your eyes alone. Has he been wiser, he would’ve apologized. But he is foolish and if he makes small mistakes then you wouldn’t be disappointed when he makes the big one.

“Hmph,” he provides no explanation and barges into your room. He hears you yelp, but you sidestep fast enough to smack his back when he walks by. It doesn’t sting. Nothing you can do will hurt him. Save for the part of him wounded up tight inside his chest.

You have access to it, you just don’t know yet. It’s strange how you can read him well, yet fail to read him at all. “You bastard—“ you grumble, sliding the door closed behind you “—at least, tell me what you’re here for.”

He steps to the middle of your bedroom. It’s tiny, barely furnished with the essentials. You’ve volunteered to take up one of the smaller one in exchange for privacy. Your bed is the only area which looks lived in. The closet, the small desk, and the chair, all of them have barely been touched by you since everyone settled into their own rooms. He’s in no place for judgment, however. His own one looks vaguely the same, save for his bed which has been sat on.

“I’m leaving.”

He says. When he catches your expression, it is one of apathetic acceptance. He knows not of what to make of it, but he won’t hurry to the conclusion, seeing as you aren’t either.

“Where to?”

You cross your arms. There is a frown on your face unlike the one you threw at him the moment before. You purse your lips, whatever you have in mind awaits his answer.

He weighs the decision and gives you nothing.

“Ha,” you smile wryly, “I see. Best of luck to you wherever you’re heading then. Remember to call when you arrived.”

The last statement is meant to be a jest. He sees it in your body language, forcibly loose and easygoing. He knows how to make it not forced, “I won’t have to,” he says.

His eyes meet yours again. There is a question in your eyes, but you won’t voice it, because the answer comes the moment after.

You sigh, exasperated but not displeased. “Fine, give me a moment to pack,” you huff. “Not that there’s anything to pack, anyway. We barely settled and you’re already leaving.”

“You can stay.”

“Don’t wanna,” your halfhearted retort comes muffled when you dig into the closet and fish out your utility jacket, “you always get to do the fun stuff, anyway, it’s better to stick with you.”

He bristles, “Where I go is dangerous not—”

“Now, there’s a hint,” you flash him a grin, fitting on your equipment, “hunting some secret scenarios or getting some new artifacts?”

He glares at you but keeps his mouth snapped shut. It amuses you and infuriates him.

“No worries,” you chime, “I’ll get it out of you soon.”

“Hmph.”

He turns on his boots and marches out of your room. At least, you have the decency to keep quiet when the door is opened once more. He can feel your smile aiming at his back, but he won’t acknowledge it. You don’t need further leverage to squirm into his heart and take a permanent space.

But you already did and there was no undoing it.

“Stop smiling,” he scowls, no more than a hiss when the two of you stop in the hallway. His arm loops around your waist when his eyes narrow at you, “you look stupid.”

You don’t stop, but your hands loop around his neck with a practiced ease.

Whatever comeback you have coming is muted by the force of his shunpo, but your triumph remains fixed on your face even by the time the two of you stopped. He drops you down a long distance away from the company’s new dwelling, far from the hubbub and the cities.

He turns away from you and begins to walk. Because he knows you want to talk and if he won’t hear it now then you will complain about it later. Better let it unfold now than later.

You catch up with him quickly, and he won’t point out that it is because he has learned to match his pace with yours. For a while, you let the silence simmer and he almost dares to hope that you have let that go. But you’d never and he’s more the fool for entertaining that thought.

“So, do you want to talk about it?”

He doesn’t reply.

At least, you find no trouble in leading the conversation alone.

“He’s probably alive, you know,” you march next to him, dust kicked up underfoot, “out there, somewhere.”

“And getting into something stupid,” he says, fists clenched, “we’ll see him again, sooner or later.”

You laugh. It’s light and strange. “See, you’re adapting,” you say, “it’ll be fine in the end, you’ll see the conclusion of this together.”

“And even if we don’t,” he says. But when he opens his mouth, the words die at his throat. He shouldn’t say it to you. Kim Dokja might have accidentally shown him how to find and save you, but the thought of having to utilize that knowledge one day is accursed.

He shouldn’t think that. It won’t come to happen. He has missed you three lifetimes, damned if he will allow that to happen again.

“Hm… what?”

“Nothing.”

His pace increases and he won’t say that he wants to run from this conversation. Because if he did, there are much easier ways. You keep up with him, but he won’t face you.

He can’t see you then you’re not there.

“You know, this reminds me of when we were playing together,” you’re nice enough to change the topic.

Yet, when it should’ve lessened his discomfort, another nail hits the coffin. Nostalgia is a poison in his vein but if it was you then maybe you’d know how to dissipate the toxin. “We run together so often that it feels strange to otherwise. You always charged ahead into every danger we come across, and I always got excited when I saved you from the fray.”

He snorts, “You didn’t save me that often.”

“An average of twice per match,” you tut, “you probably don’t remember because it’s long ago for you, but I can still recall when you pulled so many enemies, I busted my keyboard healing you.”

The corner of his lips twitch. He ignores it. “You don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, you got all of the best skills in this entire world and I’m only here as your emotional support.”

“More like…”

“What?”

He turns to you and lets the smirk show, “A minion.”

“Hey!”

You smack at him. He speeds up enough to dodge the strike.

“A squirrel one, at least?”

“Hm.” He muses. “More like a monkey.”

You try to kick at him, but it won’t land properly. Your annoyance is clear on your face yet it is every bit acted. “Ha! See! You remember a lot about the games, don’t pretend you forgot all of my grand achievements again!”

“I can’t remember if there’s scarcely any.”

“Yu Junghyeok, do you want to die?!”

[cloudcountry]

Can I please ask for the Floyd Event?

•I'd say I'm introverted, friendly and loyal? I get kinda intense at times, especially if I'm close to someone. I love physical affection and have been told my hugs get pretty overwhelming.

•My hobbies include writing, collecting rocks/shells, freestyle rock climbing, and most recently, making Kandi.

•I get scared super easily and almost always squeak when it happens, but I also have the habit of scaring the beeswax out of people because I creep around and don't really initiate conversations so I usually just...stand there until someone notices haha

(P.S. I love your writing!)

"sea anemone lets me hug 'em. he's a real strong hugger." floyd beams, seemingly delighted.

"floyd gave you this nickname because your hugs are rather noteworthy. not unlike the anemone, your gestures of physical affection may come off as overwhelming to some, but to others they are delightful and safe. floyd is one of the few that has built up a tolerance to your sea anemone's sting!!" the debtor hums cheerfully.

[my-chaos-radio-90s-list]

Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover - Sophie B. Hawkins

Dance The Night Away - The Mavericks

Deep - East 17

Deeper And Deeper - Madonna

Désenchantée - Myléne Farmer

Desert Rose - Sting

Diamante - Zucchero

Diamonds And Pearls - Prince & The New Power Generation

Dim All The Lights - Laura Branigan

Dirty Cash (Money Talks) - The Adventures Of Stevie V

Dirty Deeds - Joan Jett & The Blackhearts

Disappointed - Electronic

Disco 2000 - Pulp

Disco Inferno - Tina Turner

Dizzy - Vic Reeves, The Wonder Stuff

DJ Culture - Pet Shop Boys

Do You Know (What It Takes) - Robyn

Doin' The Do - Betty Boo

Don’t Go Away - Fun Factory

Don't Let Go - En Vogue

Don’t Speak - No Doubt

Don’t Worry - Kim Appleby

Don't You Want Me - Felix

Dream Of Me - Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark

Dreaming Of You - Selena

Dreams - 2 Brothers On The 4th Floor

Driving - Everything But The Girl

Dub Be Good To Me - Beats International

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Ecuador - Sash!

Erase / Rewind - The Cardigans

Every Little Thing - Carlene Carter

Everybody Gets A Second Chance - Mike + The Mechanics

Everybody’s Free - Rozalla

Everytime We Touch - Maggie Reilly

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Fade Into You - Mazzy Star

Fading Like A Flower (Every Time You Leave) - Roxette

Fantasy - Mariah Carey

Fastlove - George Michael

Feel It - The Tamperer feat. Maya

Feel The Heat Of The Night - Masterboy

Feels Like Heaven - Urban Cookie Collective

Finally - CeCe Peniston

Flat Beat - Mr. Oizo

Fools Lullaby - Bonnie Tyler

Formas de amor - Calo

Free To Decide - The Cranberries

Freestyler - Bomfunk MC's

Friday I’m In Love - The Cure

From This Moment On - Shania Twain

Frozen - Madonna

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Gangsta’s Paradise - Coolio

Genie In A Bottle - Christina Aguilera

Get A Way - Maxx

Get It On Tonite - Montell Jordan

Get Up (Before The Night Is Over) - Technotronic

Getting Away With It - Electronic

Gimme Little Sign - Danielle Brisebois

Girls And Boys - Blur

Give It Up - Cut ‘N’ Move

Giving You A Benefit - Pebbles

Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now) - C&C Music Factory

Good Times - Edie Brickell

Good To Go - MC Hammer

Good Vibrations - Marky Mark And The Funky Bunch

Got To Get - Rob ‘N’ Raz, Leila K

Groove Is In The Heart - Deee-Lite

Guaranteed - Level 42

[britishhiphop]

LeoStayTrill, Clean Bandit - 2s N 3s [Audio]

Upbeat stings based banger from LeoStayTrill which has been teased for some time now with the verse appearing on a previous freestyle, 2s And 3s, finally gets it official outing with a lyric video. Clean Bandit sings on the chorus. LeoStayTrill https://www.instagram.com/leostaytrill https://soundcloud.com/leostaytrill Clean…

[thejoyofviolentmovement]

Throwback: Happy 51st Birthday, Black Thought!

Throwback: Happy 51st Birthday, Black Thought! @theroots @blackthought

October is a busy month in music history.  The Police’s legendary frontman Sting celebrated his 73rd birthday on October 2  Stevie Ray Vaughan was born 70 years ago on October 3 The Roots‘ Black Thought, arguably one of the greatest living emcees celebrates his 51st birthday today. And if you don’t believe me, check out the 10 minute freestyle he did on Funkmaster Flex‘s Hot 97 show. His work…

[knarme-stray]

Kinda random but...

Are you able to dive / submerge under water with your eyes open? Can you look around and not have much of an issue with it?

How about your nose? Are you able to dive and hold your breath without pinching your nose shut, and without glasses with nose protection?

Human infants have a reflex that closes their nostrils when underwater, making it safe to give birth in a pool. I once knew a person who had retained that reflex to their adulthood somehow.

In beaches and school swimming lessons I've always been totally mystified by how well most of my peers tolerate their face being underwater with 0 protection.

It seems like most people can learn the front crawling / freestyle swimming technique without any protection on their noses. I could never make it work, to the teachers' disappointment.

Somehow I have a dread of letting water touch my eyes or nose, like it just feels that bad for me + makes me feel like I'll drown.

Like. Any water stings my eyes with overwhelming intensity and I don't "get used to it". I've tried but I just can't dive with my eyes open.

I also can't submerge without something protecting my nose completely because feeling water go into my nostrils, even if holding my breath, makes me panic. I've tried desensitizing myself to that but it's a really strong reaction! Even if I know I can't get water into my lungs by just not drawing a breath, the water inside the nostrils terrifies me completely. + When getting out of water, some of it always ends up in the nasopharynx which also makes me panic if I'm somewhere far away swimming in a lake lol.

Despite this I love swimming, and consider myself decent at it... In lakes in a calm day I like to swim really, really far. I swim to distant rocks and climb on them. I swim under bridges and make under-bridge-evil-water-spirit-noises hoping someone will be convinced they got a paranormal experience crossing them lol.

I'm fearless in my lake habitat (guess which one is the one country with really, really many lakes everywhere??) but you can't make me enjoy diving, still. xD

[coochiequeens]

A man is breaking records on a women’s swim team and his teammates are being silenced from speaking up about the unfairness of competing against a biological male.

'It's bringing people to tears': SECOND UPenn swimmer speaks out against trans Lia Thomas competing for the women's team and says the crowd was silent when she won most recent meet

An second anonymous female swimmer from the University of Pennsylvania has spoken out to say she and her teammates are upset by transgender teammate

Lia Thomas, 22, smashed three US swimming records at an Akron, Ohio contest last weekend

Thomas also gave an interview to SwimSwam touting the fairness of inclusive but controversial IOC guidelines allowing transgender athletes to compete

Thomas previously competed for the school's men's team for three years before joining the women's team with her last men's competition in November 20

A second female swimmer from the University of Pennsylvania has aired her frustrations and fury as her transgender teammate Lia Thomas continues to smash records.

The entire team has been 'strongly advised' not to speak to the media and the second swimmer has been granted anonymity.

Nevertheless, the teammate stepped forward to tell how UPenn swimmers are 'angry' over what has been perceived as a 'lack of fairness' as Thomas smashes record after record in the pool.

Thomas's winning time was 15:59:71, with her UPenn teammate Anna Kalandaze coming second with a time of 16:37:44.

Thomas's win was a record for the Zippy Meet, and the pool where the event took place. But she also managed to smash two US women's swimming records during earlier races at the same event.

The second anonymous swimmer to speak out over Thomas' performance has said Penn swimmers were upset and crying as they knew their times were going to be obliterated by her.

'They feel so discouraged because no matter how much work they put in it, they're going to lose. Usually, they can get behind the blocks and know they out-trained all their competitors and they're going to win and give it all they've got,' the source said to Outkick.

“Now they're having to go behind the blocks knowing no matter what, they do not have the chance to win. I think that it's really getting to everyone.

'Usually everyone claps, everyone is yelling and cheering when someone wins a race. Lia touched the wall and it was just silent in there. When fellow Penn swimmer Anna Kalandadze finished second, the crowd erupted in applause.'

What stings the swimmers the most is that the records are being set by a swimmer who didn't even make the first-team when she was competing as a man in the All-Ivy league during the  2018-19 season.

However, as a woman, Thomas broke 500-yard freestyle with a time of 4:34:06 last Friday at the Zippy meet. She raced to victory 14 seconds ahead of Kalandaze - the swimmer she beat by 38 seconds on Sunday.

And then on Saturday, she won the 200-yard freestyle in 1:41:93 - seven seconds ahead of her nearest rival, giving her the fastest female US time ever for that race too.

It's the first season Thomas, who was formerly named Will, has competed in the swimming meets as a transgender woman. As Will, Thomas competed on the men's team for two full seasons.

Last weekend, she won three events and set three new school records, including two new Ivy League records.

The anonymous source who spoke to Outkick claims that after the race, Thomas could be overheard bragging.

'That was so easy, I was cruising,' Thomas is alleged to have said before bragging in front of her teammates 'At least I'm still No. 1 in the country,' while claiming she was unhappy with her time in the 500.

'Well, obviously she's No. 1 in the country because she's at a clear physical advantage after having gone through male puberty and getting to train with testosterone for years,' OutKick's source said.

'Of course you're No. 1 in the country when you're beating a bunch of females. That's not something to brag about.

'Honestly, this is so upsetting to us because we want to be acknowledged for our hard work, but it seems like this just keeps overshadowing us. Put Lia out of the picture — we have a really good team this year. We have one of the best teams we've had in years, and that's being overshadowed by [Lia],' OutKick's source said.

'Even without Lia, we had the chance to win the Ivy League this year, which is a huge deal for us. We train every single day and give up so much for this sport. And I love swimming. I do it because I love it. It's been a part of my life forever, and this is a slap in the face that the NCAA doesn't care about the integrity of women's sports.'

Penn's administration has backed Thomas publicly and says she is staying on the team and not going anywhere, with the team's coach Mike Schnur also lying low and staying out of the spotlight.

'He is just following the NCAA rules and the situation is out of his hands,' the source said.

The non-negotiable position has now left teammates feeling as though they have no choice but to speak out and risk repercussions.

'While they say they care about all of us, our interests are in direct conflict with the interests of Lia in regards to fair competition and getting to compete. While we support Lia as a person to make decisions for her own life, you cannot make that decision and then come and impede on other people and their rights,' the source continued. 'Your right doesn't supersede everyone else's right.'

'I don't know what the solution is, but I know this is not it. Because people talk about how the trans community might've been marginalized before and this is supposed to be helping, but you can't help the trans community by marginalizing [biological] women.'

'I know no matter what, biological women will never be on an equal playing field with transgender females.'

Thomas has said that she has the full support of her teammates.

'The team has been unbelievably supportive since the beginning, you know, teammates and coaches. Mike has been one of my biggest supporters and allies in this process since day one and I'm very grateful to have that support from him and from everybody on the team. I feel very supported. Just treated like any other member of the women's team,' Thomas said in an interview.

However, on Thursday, the first member of the UPenn swim team to speak out anonymously against Thomas said all support for her was fake.

'When the whole team is together, we have to be like, “Oh my gosh, go Lia, that's great, you're amazing.“ It's very fake,' she said.

'The Ivy League is not a fast league for swimming, so that's why it's particularly ridiculous that we could potentially have an NCAA champion. That's unheard of coming from the Ivy League,' the swimmer explained.

On paper, if Lia Thomas gets back down to Will Thomas' best times, those numbers are female world records. Faster than all the times [Olympic swimmer] Katie Ledecky went in college. Faster than any other Olympian you can think of. His times in three events are [female] world records.'

Also on Thursday, Thomas, gave an interview to SwimSwam, which covers college and Olympic swimming news, and praised the fairness of the controversial IOC guidelines on inclusivity saying they keep 'competitional integrity going.'

'I think the guidelines they set forward are very good and do a very good job of promoting inclusivity while keeping competitional integrity going,' she said.

'Each sport basically has to come up with eligibility criteria for what constitutes an unfair advantage in that sport. Everybody is able to compete in the category they’re most comfortable with unless there’s a proven unfair advantage that they have,' she explained.

'I'm just thrilled to still be able to swim and I love to compete and I love to see how fast I can go. It's sorta an ongoing evolution of what I think I can do.

'I'm proud of my times, my ability to keep swimming and to continue competing. And they're suited up times. I'm happy with them and my coaches are happy with them,' Thomas added.

Penn's team will be back in the pool on January 8 against Dartmouth with Thomas in line to claim NCAA titles in March.

'This is such a cloud over everything. A cloud in the locker room, especially the last few days because we all know of how things have changed in the last week,' Thomas' teammate said.

[dante-flow]

Análisis del vídeo. Siempre va a existir ese estado de ánimo, la conservación de las emociones, intensos recuerdos al transcurso de nuestra vida, con la música. #n2 #2020 #freestyle #videos #stickers #sting #musical #analisis #artwork #cerebro #brain #kids #remember #voiceover #melody #instrumental (en National Geographic Education) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDQWmJvgIUg/?igshid=10oop5dmao63j

[ceberust]

🏵 ROTTMNT OC I made because cringe culture is dead and I love being happy.

June is a male west coast sea nettle jellyfish Yōkai that resides within the Hidden City. He is often described as friendly yet mischievous fellow with a very painful sting.

He works part time at a small tailor shop his uncle runs.

He is mute and uses ASL as his form of communication.

Used to be scared of the turtles (not because of their ninja skills no he just heard that turtles love to eat jellyfish.) (Raph had to reassure him that they won't eat him but he's still scared of one particular turtle *cough cough* Donnie)

Great cook, loves to add spice to his food a lot.

Majority of June's education was done by his Uncle but most of his knowledge comes from books from the mystic library (Since he is mute, he never got in trouble there.)

Wishes he could sing, he is an amazing dancer tho, mostly does freestyle and ballroom.

June used to be scared to touch others in fear of stinging them. (Now he does it for fun)

He's secretly scared of being intimate.

His love language is acts of service.

Not the greatest fighter physically, his tentacles deal more damage to his enemies.

Speaking of his tentacles, he can activate and deactivate his stings in order not to harm anyone (especially his customers)

But in the event someone needs to be put down, he will sting them. HARD.

His tentacle stings pain level can change from either a police taser to a whole electric shock that can leave scars for weeks.

Using his tentacles often leaves him hungry and tired afterwards.

rottmnt oc x rottmnt cringe please ignore if you're uninterested.

Met Leo when he first crashed into his Uncle's tailor shop which lead him to do various angry signs at Leo.

Leo didn't understand at first until his brothers had to step in and apologize.

Donnie was the first to know what June was saying (He learned ASL for stealth missions but he never got to use it because well... stealth missions with his brothers are never stealthy.)

"Ma'am please calm down we will fix this."

"First of all, that's a guy and second of all, he says he will sting us if we don't clean this mess up in 10 minutes."

Leo learned sign after that incident so that he could try and formally apologize.

June is the only one who seems to tolerate Leo, he never seems to groan or detest his one liners.

He actually finds him weirdly charming and pathetic.

Leo actually fell first but when June got to know more about him, June fell HARD.

Donnie finds June interesting and useful (Mostly cause June tases Leo whenever he goes too far.) Donnie would try and study him.

June would make sure not to actually sting Leo cause he knows his jellyfish stings could leave people in horrible pain for days.

It doesn't help that Leo is incredibly affectionate and would cling onto June every chance he gets.

"Guess this is my idiot now." - June's thoughts after befriending Leo.

June really loves to sign compliments to Leo even though he knows it's gonna add to his ego.

[codingpoodle]

Blushing Tide

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. 

Locked onto the brainwashed Inkling performing on Octavio’s Octobot, Marie releases the trigger, hitting Callie square in the face. 

“Aaaah!” shrieked Callie, hypno shades lying shattered at her feet. 

The lowtide ink was clearly working, though it was going to take some time before the effects fully hit. Callie swayed to and fro, almost drunkenly.

Below, the ink was flying in a ferocious flurry fending off the Octobot’s golden fists. A wild orchestration of Callie’s single “Bomb Rush Blush” blared through the arena, nearly deafening. 

Whether it was the bass or white hot rage at Octavio, she wasn’t sure, but something powerful pulsed through Marie’s chest. “MAKE OCTAVIO PAY!” she bellowed.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“BOOM!”

340-360. There was an actual number that represents her inferiority. An icedrop-like chill creeped through her heart, and everything started to fuzz over. She was happy for Marie, of course! But this Splatfest was different from the others -- those were fun little topics of contention and fandom. This... this was personal. Not like it was either of their choices. Management was trying to get engagement back up, so naturally the best way to make a splash was to pit the beloved Callie and Marie against each other. Who doesn’t like to watch some in-fighting?

Her mind went blank as she said the obligatory thanks... 

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Callie was the extroverted one while Marie was always the quiet but relatable introvert. Their voices seemed to reflect that as well; Callie’s being upbeat and sharp while Marie’s was soft in tone and had a flow that touched on some traditional techniques. Together, they had a unique harmony that propelled them to stardom. 

That wasn’t to say they couldn’t find success on their own. After the final Fest, Callie plunged herself into work, be it music or acting. Marie had a rocking solo career, her final victory sailing her to the top. 

She was happy for the white-ink woman -- carp, she was her biggest fan, but she’d be lying to herself if the loss didn’t sting. Her loss is directly tied to her this time, and she will always carry that knowledge. 

It was selfish to keep coming back to these thoughts. She has a good life, and it’s not like she wasn’t able to find her own success. Not everyone can have as fresh a time as she’s been lucky to have.

But these intrusive thoughts haunted her, to the point it was reflected in her work. She took darker, angrier roles and her music’s tone became resentful. It resonated with the young Inklings who just discovered teenage angst, but she was no teen. 

Callie couldn’t help it. Ever since she and Marie parted ways -- they had a good run, but it was tie for a change -- the Final Fest results crept up to taunt her. It came up in every interview, even when Marie had nothing to do with her current project. 

It was exhausting. 

One day, Callie needed a change in scenery. She found herself on the outskirts of Octo Valley. Maybe this barren scape could give her some new inspiration. At the very least the acoustics were great. Her voice echoed hypnotically as she belted her lungs out. 

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Callie didn’t know how long she’d been out in the valley. Her eyes stung from the dust, or perhaps something else. She heaved in and out, exhausted from freestyling but at least her chest felt lighter. Suddenly, she didn’t feel so private. A thick putter trailed behind her.

“Hey.”

She whipped around, eyes bulging, and gagged a few times (her throat was dry from the singing and acrid air). 

Octavio, tentacles crossed and brows furrowed, stared her down. “What brings the better half of the Squid Sisters out to these lands?”

“How the kelp did you get out here?” Callie sneered.

The giant octopus shook his head. “I’m not here to pick a fight. In fact, I heard your little session.”

Callie flushed.

“I may be, as those Inklings may say, not the freshest, but I know talent when I hear it.”

“Can it. I’m going to put you back where you belong!” Callie reached into her bag and was about to draw her roller--

“There’s no need for that. I know how to drop beats, and you’ve been plateauing for some time. Yes, I’ve heard,” Octavio drawled, smirking at Callie’s embarrassed expression. “They say you’re getting stale. I can help you.”

“And why would I let you? You’re an enemy to society. I may be a bit out there, but I’m not dumb.”

“Didn’t say you were.”

“Shut up,” spat Callie, hiking the roller over her head.

“Your kind have the Zapfish. So be it.”

“Eh?” Callie dropped the shoulder, its weight making her lose her footing.

“It’s the cycle of our cursed world, but I accept it.” “You’re full of carp.”

“Not necessarily. I have something even better planned. Something that doesn’t require the Great Zapfish. It only requires your talent.”

Callie crossed her arms. “Oh really now.”

“Drop the act. I know you’re looking for something fresh. You would’ve splatted me by now if you weren’t interested.”

Her ears betrayed her, twitching in anticipation.

“Do I have your undivided attention?” He waited until Callie nodded. “You and me. Inkling and Octarian. It would cause quite the stir, would it not?”

Callie sighed. “Ok, fine. I’ll hear you out.”

[erotetica]

holding a metaphorical knife to ur metaphorical throat to make u keep talking actually (hi this is marwankenzarisetc this is my main. im not threatening u out of the blue.) all of this is delicious bcc quynh . <- man who feels normal about everything just had an extremely well-adjusted emotional reaction to the mental image presented to him. tog2 is just that gif of kingston hitting jas with a kendo stick except its q&b and we all sit there and enjoy it deeply <3 OLYMPIC DARLING NILE. what i would rly enjoy is if olympic darling nile ends up joining some deeply gimmicky faction (think julia hart & the house of black) bc even tho she's just a really damn good wrestler she also loves a bit of fun.

i need you to talk most about luchador joe tho. everything else ive said up to this point has just been me burying the lucha joe lead.

are we thinking the whole nine yards flippy dippy shit beautiful mask highly perfected gear ? are we thinking rivalry with nicky while in the back nicky has this crush on this beautiful guy he hasn't seen around often and has never talked to but stares at deeply ? are we thinking joe being like dude this is getting to much why does di genova keep staring at me in the back. cant he keep it for the ring. all i know for certain is that i need (Need) joe to have tassels framing his ass and thighs

thinking abt where andy fits into all of this tho. part of me thinks she's one of those indies wrestlers who refuses to leave the indies partially on principle partially bc she way prefers her own schedule OR. she could be nile's sting. this might be getting out of hand

(x) U r coming 2 me in a constant state of drawing quynh in leather pride bullshit, which I never finish, but BY FUCK I'm starting another piece abt this. 

All I can think abt is yusuf in a mask that is also litham in that way, like, elaborate fashion editorial jewelry is influenced by the silhouette of hijab. Actually that's a lie I can also think about him freestyling at people a la Mohammed Ali, and putting cologne on his knees so headlocks are nice for both parties, and being an undefeated scamp. Lov this guy. And his assless chaps.

ANYWay I think luchador fits joe for the fast pace/style and nicky is an endurance test for him, in a way that makes their raven;s rules feud so annoying, which is already annoying bc neither of them wins more than once at a stretch. Joe hits alec-baldwin-in-the-spongebob-movie with a light bulb, he tells joe his rhymes are dumb. etc. Nicky blows him in an ER curtain-cubicle & joe is like 'oh, so you're certifiable' and writes his phone number behind nicky's ear in like, purple sharpie. (nicky: you just have a prison wallet of pastel markers on you 24/7? yusuf: what I'm hearing here is no one's ever asked you to sign anything. NARRATOR: THIS WAS TRUE)

cosigning your nile stuff. I wanna say andy has classic roots too, bc parallels?? She comes up in a trenchcoat like 'ey kid, do you want to wear studded gloves but like, for work?' and nile leaves skid marks towards the kitschiest adrenaline-junkie shit possible.