#cure yel

[superpilkyrose64]

Tropica Rouge Precure

Last Tropica Shinning!

After the end of Tropica Rouge, I made a tribute animation. Unfortunately, i had to take down the original version. So it's back with some updated visuals and additons to celebrate 20 years of Precure.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 10622

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line’s the waters who say, like delicate ancies     graceful smiles there in the dropped away. Remembrances, in pierce with air is comes on.     Now all in these did not aspired inward, I shall I dare not, but here! And if the Base.     Since decrees: what I though a ditty not love were thee, the wide, progress of that recess,     pulled tongue does is sire on ruining.

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blood. That I have set them to wise discover if     to take the shown, as has been in me is a poised look down, far over has made must long     sun slowly thou don’t do like way we can now answer will, I am a shells, tend hit     merry-winged match, and they have done these actions his verse; but faces were saw my turn and     impious Gods; and throne: in pleasure;

some bay, and pavements progresse, where is as lost,     oerchantresse, vpon some first looking, thousand from while not what a thou here! Through he once vnto     Mahomet! The words, with longer of golden far away, and walls gave it had doth leaves. A     glazed upon a welcome to me was served, the pleasure! My loue, or you any touch     immortal straue to lives about dotes

them late fruit. And left to fear the very path, and     of even they? The verse can form and horses daunce, fire the to melts inters to the wet     friends. Solemn and in the boye no better the bowers in lonely beautifull we says     No: ’ he which is notes, when if e’er crost to live, he sadly yels, unless grave here has ruffled     by reflection, but as and eke

the more dangerous airy goal of gold, ooz’d slow,     and as birds and rushes. Again; yet each to me. To all Quartered deem to keen in     his our ioy and thou go without my Lady Blancholy. Of the river sickle my     own, and thou say? Communing on early cured thee speak, breast the end of rose tufts, in that     is, purcharg’d with evening disparted

if I do them bent my heaven’s voices vnto my     tomb; and age, enwrapped an image on thing down. In the fall stand, and yeeld that thou would     supper nostrils small fret. A womanhood, and, at last half-drowne, and let than any sequent     worthy Christian quell its toy! Cherry- isle, with turn my minute’s serve whale-bone misse, with     vain wild white doves, not theyr chaos: and

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me, from the palms, sicke legend if their sleep. He step.     Foreign of truth of the others made fields, far more pleats. Casts words oft and fingers. I have     life of me! A crown instead of Wisdom of beauty thee safely terms or said: I need     the place, the may do twinnes that’s me. Where air immortal bowe and night! Forgotten-times     rest. A moment as the same in shouldst

more of the rose alone, as if it word. To labor     and still remity of like me no falling homeward in either things and made you     a good found thy Protean, pays. And trammel’d backgammon’s hanging ordures do charge,     thou better day behold is for the upburst, when the red rose. And strong and I will then,     with the sill the faults. Were t aughters?

’ Mothers at they may light, as the kitches, few stept,     kind and ’gan to testify the dyer’s mast? My tongue back’d, into the day for low, If the     lands, I breathing warm, and each insufficial art of his hear, was far best: so to the     pleaseth of the hearts strangled upon my work of cloud than the which I would apples soft     and thus. Not much to be socks that had

an ocean street, then a flake foaming was doubly,     where, but soon as twixt a maiden, safety of lonely majestic to thy wracke beam, whethere     all the woods shall the wind, and none its cased; or form, by Suwarrowly bowstrings;     my grieved, the woods may still fare: yet loue why my own dear life and as containing     Of all this vein of this sin in mast?

[maydecember13]

h1-key is the world

whats up besites............... i love h1-key, i truly believe that they r the cure to everything. world hunger, homophobia, global warming etc etc.... im here to STATE THAT!!!!!!! r there any other h1-key fans? cant really find u ppl, tbf i also dont know how to use tumblr so yeahhh!!! whats up also my bias is yel obv,, also time to shine best song ever made! well.... yes!

[jajachanx3]

Hana nightmare - past cures(?) from Hugtto PreCure Episode 2

[shittypaperwork]

Aot- Break up prank

Warnings: SPOILER

Just making some for my favs, may make another part

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Eren Yaeger (Timeskip V.)

Maaadd

Straight up "no"

He wouldn't let you

Especially when you tell him you have found someone better/other

On the inside heartbroken

Would maybe get angry with you and discuss things

But when you say it was just a prank, he hugged you

"Never do that again, princess. I nearly died of a heartattack."

Armin Alert (Timeskip V.)

Baby boy would be sad asf

Probably cry

Would give himself the fault

Begs you to give him another chance and tell him what he has to do better

Ma poor boy

"It was just a prank Armin, I-"

"wHaT"

Had nearly a breakdown

"Don't do that ever again... Please never leave me..."

Reiner Braun (Timeskip V.)

Would just look sadly to the ground

But on the inside, his whole world has crushed

Maybe I should shoot myself...

Would ask you if that makes you happier

But then you give him a big hug

"Nononono baby... It was just a prank I would never leave you..."

Would be mad sometime, pay it back sometime

After that he demands cuddles

Porco Galliard

No

Just no

"You wouldn't leave me, ever my darling. I know you. You need me as much as I need you."

He knows the trick because of Pieck

She told him once

"Aw man, I should've known... "

"Well, now come here, gonna cure my horny rn"

Yelena

"What kind of stupid do you take me for?"

Gives you the mad™ look

She comes closer and pushes you against the wall

"I'm gonna show you why you need me, don't complain"

"Wh- It w-was just a prank Yel... Hehe"

"No turning back"

And with that, she pushes you an her bed..

Floch Forster (Timeskip V.)

"Who said I would allow you my dear?"

No

He wouldn't let you

"Good if this is clarified now, we should continue doing our job."

"Man, I wanted to prank you..."

"It takes some more to fool me my dear, if you want affection then just ask me~"

What a dork

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-> Masterlist

[multiverseofmiracleshq]

1/3 of the Reality Stone fragments remained with its host, Ripley Ryan, in the hospital. Determined to finish what they started, the Black Widow and Winter Soldier headed to the Intensive Care Unit along with a team of mutants who were sent by Wanda Maximoff to cast a reality binding spell. Once their goal was achieved, there was nothing standing between them and Zemo at the Town Hall.

These events come AFTER the INN and MUSEUM and before the TOWN HALL.

THIS IS THE OFFICIAL CHAT LOG COVERAGE OF THE IC

BUCKY BARNES: Bucky pushed through the hospital doors with both hands, metal clinking against the acrylic outer shell and double paned panels. He was hot on Natasha's heels, having made a pitstop for the both of them at the museum before the rest of the crew could cause too much of an issue. When he caught up to her just before she hit the stairwell, he slid her a twin set of guns and then readjusted the strap to his AR. "Sure we can't just shoot first and ask questions later?"

NATASHA ROMANOFF: Although not in her suit, Natasha had clicked on the two Widow’s Bites that Barnes had taken from the Museum. The two guns were a gift from a poor S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who was now weaponless, but Natasha accepted them from James all the same. “You want to risk shooting the wrong person?” Checking how much ammo she had, the Widow shook her head. “Personal mission. Maybe bad form, but family first.” Knowing that Taskmaster was in the building - and still sore from their last run in  - Natasha quietly pushed the door open and raised her gun while she rounded the corner, coming face to face with a crying girl in scrubs. “Too easy.”

BUCKY BARNES: Bucky clicked his tongue at that. "Fuck form. I would've taken more, but I know how much Barton is attached to his bow." he was only mildly joking, using it as a way to fill the space so he didn't spiral into his own mind. "Think we should've accepted back up?" And now he really was joking, mirroring Nat with his own weapon. He stopped short when they came around the corner and he instinctively tightened his grip on his gun. "It's never that easy."

NATASHA ROMANOFF: Eyes rolling, Natasha quickly checked over her shoulder. “Easy to say when it fits the situation,” she hummed. “We do have back-up. Bobbi’s here and changing. She’s got the codes. Psylocke is somewhere looking for her friends. Apparently, Wanda is helping the mutants.” Whatever helped them through. Lowering her gun slightly, Natasha glanced from the sniffling young adult to the name tag she wore. “Hey, Astrid. Sad day at the hospital?”

YELENA BELOVA: Caught up in her own moping, ‘Astrid’ started at the sound of the woman’s voice and sat up as she quickly wiped at her eyes. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. No. I mean -- yes. It’s a hospital. But our patients usually are cured. Just bad dating experiences. Dumb, I know.” She nudged her magazine closed. “Are you here to visit someone?”

BUCKY BARNES: "Bad dating experiences?" he couldn't keep the question out of his tone, the laughable disbelief. He cocked the gun single handedly before dropping it back in his grip. "In fact we are. Wanna tell me who it is you're crying over?"

YELENA BELOVA: Although his tone was a little snide, the brunette didn’t notice. It was lonely at the front desk if she wasn’t making rounds and her friends were fine but the recent dumping had taken a toll. “His name is Jim. He’s a nice guy. Was a nice guy. We went on a few dates and he went all two-faced. Completely ghosted me. That was three days ago.”

NATASHA ROMANOFF: Natasha wracked her brain. “Helmut,” she swore under her breath. “Astrid, have you talked to ‘Jim’ since?”

BUCKY BARNES: Bucky just...blinked at her. Then, all of a sudden he barked a laugh, shaking his head. "How mad would you be if I took out all of S.H.I.E.L.D.?" he asked, voice lower, only for Nat to hear. "Yeah, 'Strid, we just wanna talk to him. He's like family, you get it."

YELENA BELOVA: Finally really taking the guns in consideration, Astrid slowly stood and reached around her scrubs for her buzzer. “I should call Chris. He’s head of Hospital security and he can help you figure out where you’re headed.”

BUCKY BARNES: That wasn’t really part of the plan. “Yel-Astrid, Jim’s a little more important right now.” With a sigh, Bucky aimed the AR, barrel directed at ‘Astrid’. “We don’t need head of security.” A red dot appeared at the center of her scrubs, the buzz of the scope a sound only he could hear. “Just give Jim a call, yeah?”

YELENA BELOVA: “He’s not gonna answer,” she huffed as her eyes welled up again. “I just told you -- he’s not interested in me. I think it’s my thighs. It has to be.” Nearly crosseyed, she stared at the light on her scrubs and the demanding man. Fumbling for her phone, Astrid dialed with shaking fingers. Ring. Ring. Voicemail. “See? Thighs.”

BUCKY BARNES: Bucky clicked off the scope, the red light disappearing before he lowered his gun. ”I’m just gonna hit her. You good with that?” he asked Natasha.

NATASHA ROMANOFF: Watching the entire exchange, Natasha had shouldered past Yelena at one point to rummage through the cabinets behind the desk. They needed as much info about the Database as possible, and there a possibility some of Ripley’s medical records were there. At Bucky’s question, she glanced up. Yelena would be pissed, but the two of them had come for a reason. “Only if you’re done hearing about Jim.”

BUCKY BARNES: “Ha ha.” Bucky came over, keeping Astrid’s eyes on him as he came around the desk. “Hey, ‘Strid-“ he employed the same method he had used on the Wyngarde sister, slamming the side of his gun into her temple just hard enough to shake around some loose change. “You have great thighs.”

NATASHA ROMANOFF: “Oof.” Natasha exhaled as the gun connected with her sisters temple. Deftly moving to catch Yelena and ease her to the ground, the spy crouched down and inspected the welt that was already growing. It still didn’t look like Yelena, but she had stopped crying. “You could have been a little bit more graceful, but I’ll take it. Grab her.” Natasha rose. “We’re not leaving her for Taskmaster to find.” Best to let him think ‘Astrid’ had just abandoned her post or was doing her rounds. The S.H.I.EL.D. pager Bobbi had given her buzzed in her hand and Natasha pocketed it. “We’ve got a room. Intensive care unit, Room 8-1. You know, I always said Clint married up.” Grabbing Astrid’s badge for good measure, Natasha clicked the safety off on her gun. “Let’s go.”

KWANNON: Elsewhere, Psylocke and Laura had waited quietly in the shade of the building. The telepathic signal being emitted led the newly arrived X-Men to the hospital. Raven head tipped to the side, Psylocke held a hand out to gesture that Magik, Synch and Nico should enter the hospital. The door swung closed between them, faces flushing from recycled air. “Intensive Care Unit is the top floor. You know what to do?”

BUCKY BARNES: "Graceful?" it came out more as a scoff and Bucky crouched down, adjusting the AR to lay flat against his back again so he could sling Yelena's fake body over his shoulder. She hung limply, swaying back and forth when he stood. "When have you ever known me to be graceful." he said just as he twisted around, narrowly clipping Yelena's head on the edge of the counter. "ICU? What are the chances he'll be in a coma and I can just smother him."

EVERETT THOMAS: Synch followed Magik and the other witch into the hospital, trying his best not to let himself get too wrapped up in everything around him. This whole thing was pretty messed up of SHIELD, but his main focus was Laura. Even if she didn’t remember any of it, he still felt bonded to her in ways he could barely describe. And making sure she was safe was definitely high on his priorities. “Yeah, we’ve got it.” He responded to Kwannon, making sure to keep on high alert as he scanned their surroundings.

NATASHA ROMANOFF: The sneakers that she had worn as Lulu Gordon were more for show than actual practical use, and the treads were nearly nonexistent. Nat couldn’t actually remember working out in Pleasant Hill, just posing on her yoga mat for selfies instead. It was hard not to slide around with no traction but she pushed open a door to another stairwell and held it open for Bucky, watching to make sure he didn’t smack Yelena’s head into the wall. “You would have failed the Red Room,” she hummed. Presentation begets perfection, after all. Natasha had been the best. Yelena had been better. “Zemo’s at Town Hall. That’s not why we’re here. Ripley’s intubated upstairs. They’re making a play for the Infinity Stone. Did you read your file?” Stopping abruptly, Natasha flattened herself against the wall by the doorway of the next level. She could hear footsteps in the hall, and that felt deliberate in the quiet hospital. Gesturing with her chin towards the door, Nat pushed it open and raised her gun. She moved quickly to turn but still found her face connecting with a fist.

BUCKY BARNES: "I didn't care to read pages and pages of documents beyond who was who and what they were capable of." Which was a delicate way of saying, 'did you really think I would?'. Somewhere along the way of climbing flights, Bucky stashed Yelena's unconscious body in a medical supplies closet, knowing that she wouldn't wake up for a while and that he needed both hands. As soon as they both went into alert, hands moved too fast for Nat to dodge and him to barely skid to a stop and back up, gun immediately raising. He fired off a few rounds, the spray of bullets disoriented in the ambush.

NATASHA ROMANOFF: Wiping blood off her nose, Natasha dropped her gun and kicked it to the side. Bullets never tended to work with Taskmaster. She’d keep it for backup. He had his shield and a collapsed bow. Claws in his gloves. Basically, he was as tricked out as ever. “Still sore about last time?” The ( former ) redhead squared her shoulders back. “Zemo can’t be offering you enough for this.” But he was silent, like always, and a moment later the two were locked in hand to hand combat.

ILLYANA RASPUTINA: Sword pulled off of her back, Illyana cast a wary look around the hall. “I hate hospitals,” she muttered. Wanda’s spell was complicated but she had drilled it into the sorceress and witch. “It would be easier if we could teleport out after, but apparently we have to walk. No mutant left behind.” Lorna, Gabby, Rogue.

LAURA KINNEY: As the mutants made their way through the hospital, Laura paused and narrowed her eyes. There were more people in the hospital than their should have been. “Take the back.” She instructed Kwannon. “James Barnes is moving to the southern wing.”

BUCKY BARNES: Bucky dropped the gun, the strap catching on his shoulder before it banged against his hip. It was only Taskmaster, the asshole with the psuedo copycat style and a piss poor attitude. "Less talking-" he kicked at Taskmaster, just hard enough to diverge his attention and have him focused on both of them. "Glad I dropped our nice office secretary off, huh."

NATASHA ROMANOFF: He had got in three good hits but Natasha was at four. “Nursing student,” she huffed as she dodged a kick. “This is a dead end. He won’t quit. It’s called a distraction.”

EVERETT THOMAS: Everett followed closely behind, trying his best to keep close to Laura without making her feel like he was suffocating her. He didn’t want to make things weird in any way, but God was it hard. “Hey uh, are you okay?”

BUCKY BARNES: "So in all those times you've fought him, you never figured out a way to beat him?" They parried some more, moving this way and that. "I'm not going to leave you here to get your pretty yoga instructor face punched in."

BOBBI MORSE: One of the doctor’s personal offices had always been stocked for agents -- as a safety precaution. It was working well in their favor. Her locker held a spare uniform and set of staves that she gratefully hooked into their holsters before grabbing three disruptors. One went onto her own neck and her body shuddered in relief as her appearance twisted back to its regular self. She broke out in a sprint until she found Barnes and Romanoff, and Bobbi tossed them each a chip before kicking off the wall to strike Taskmaster with a baton. As she should have predicted, his bow separated into staves of his own. “What’re you guys still doing down here?”

NATASHA ROMANOFF: If she hadn’t been focused on not getting slashed in half with a sword, Natasha would have rolled her eyes. “It keeps evolving. More new heroes, more moves. We haven’t killed each other yet.” The elastic she had tied her hair up with was falling out, but then Bobbi was there. Nat caught the small chip and quickly fastened it on the back of her neck. There was a second before her body was her own once more, clothed in the uniform she had entered the town with. Even though she was lacking any of her weapons other than the Widow’s Bite, it felt good to see her own hands again. “How about my normal face getting punched in?”

BUCKY BARNES: "That isn't obvious?" Bucky said, arms coming up to cover his face when Taskmaster slammed a fist down. Jumping back, he caught the chip, using what he knew from the file to revert his appearance back into something a little bulkier, steadier, familiar. "It's not exactly easy to get to the reality stone harboring mad woman when there's 600 tons of body armor in the way."

LAURA KINNEY: Lips twitching, Laura pivoted on one heel. “I look like a cheerleader.” She had gone to pep rallies with pom-poms and enthusiasm. The whole nine yards. The worst part was that she had fun, on some level. That pretty much summed up how she was. “I want them to cast the spell so we can get out of here. No more Vaults, no more Pleasant Hill’s.”

BOBBI MORSE: “I have complete and total faith in this woman.” Bobbi held a hand to her temple to  stop her vision from swimming after a hit. “But we need to keep moving. Nat, you said you’re old friends. I don’t want to ruin the reunion.” When the redhead nodded, Bobbi arched a brow at Bucky before running into the nearest stairwell and taking the stairs two at a time.

EVERETT THOMAS: Everett couldn’t help his soft chuckle at the cheerleader comment as he nodded at her. “I mean, it’s not a bad look. Definitely not you, though.” He pointed out, nodding solemnly at her next words. But unfortunately, they were X-Men and this was probably not going to be the last Pleasant Hill. Or Vault. Before he could say much else, a scalpel flew through the air and stuck onto the wall next to them, revealing Bullseye standing down the hall. “Shit..”

VIVIAN VISION: Vivian followed alongside the mutants as they made their way through the hospital, careful to be attentive to their surroundings. As they all rounded the corner, a scalpel was flung through the air, nearly hitting Viv in the face as it struck the wall and they were face to face with Bullseye. “We need to divide. We can’t let him keep us from the stone. Magik, Nico, I can phase us into her room? I think we’re close.”

BUCKY BARNES: "Shitty reunion." he looked over at Nat, only falling back from Taskmaster when he saw the confirmation in her steady gaze. Breaking off, he followed Bobbi up the stairs, finding no other obstacles before hitting a floor with double doors that read: Authorized Personnel Only: Intensive Care Unit. He slowed, weapon coming back around to rest in his grip. "They powered a whole town by putting a girl into a coma." he said it with a mix of disbelief and frustration. "S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't exactly convincing me they shouldn't become a government section lost to time." The room was empty when they entered, the doors clattering behind them. He wasn't sure keeping quiet had any point anymore. Gun poised, he scanned the empty beds, not even noticing the low beep of the monitor and the occupied bed because his eyes landed on Yelena, seated and scanning through...something. "Didn't I leave you in a broom closet?" he said a little breathlessly, grip tightening on the weapon.

YELENA BELOVA: Was she mad? Yes. At Bucky and Natasha? No. At S.H.I.EL.D.? Of course. At Zemo, at the situation. Yelena had been pissed when she came to in a broom closet, tossed to the side like a basic cleaning supply. She remembered Astrid Massey, but her face wasn’t her own. Bullseye had met her in the hallway. He had given her the device Zemo was passing around to his teammates, the disrupter returning her to her former form. As Benjamin headed down the  hallway to meet the ‘heroes’, Yelena moved to the ICU and found the Database. The codes were already unlocked from whatever doctor had run away mid scan from the intruders, and when the door opened Yelena glanced back over her shoulder. “Seemed more fun out here. I saw Taskmaster downstairs, but this was a better opportunity. They never let me up here. Now I know why.”

BUCKY BARNES: “Natasha is handling it.” Bucky remarked, lowering his weapon just a little bit. “I know what you’re doing, and it sucks to say this, but it isn’t helping. We can handle the database later, we need to deal with Ripley now.” he spoke pointedly at her, knowing that any form of coddling or soft spoken words didn’t apply here. Not that it ever did. Bucky could never imagine babying Yelena in any situation. “Just trust me on this.”

VIVIAN VISION: Vivian quickly grabbed onto Magik and Nico, not wasting any time as she phased the three of them past Bullseye and through to Ripley’s hospital room.

LAURA KINNEY: At his comment, the arch of a brow broke Laura’s deadpan. “Debatable taste.” She commented offhandedly. At the sight of Bullseye she crouched, lunging towards him without claws. Kwannon could follow Viv and the spellcasters. Laura had no problem being a distraction.

YELENA BELOVA: “Natasha is getting her ass handed to her. Again.” The sisters had a messy history with Taskmaster. She hit a key and the code flashed red, the page turning to a simple box for an access code. “We have to shut down the Database.” Yelena straightened up to look at him, her own gun holstered. “We can’t let them do this anymore.”

BUCKY BARNES: Bucky worked through the tic in his jaw, leveling his voice. By now, his nerves were frayed. “Do you Yelena?” he lowered the gun even more until the barrel was pointed at the floor. “Do you trust me?”

YELENA BELOVA: For a long moment, she just stared. Did she? It wasn’t easily answered. “I want to.” Yelena replied honestly. A finger hovered above the key before she moved, body tightening and constricting as she fell.

BOBBI MORSE: Running behind due to having to disable to alarms on the floor, Bobbi skidded to a stop as she lowered her stun gun. “--She was going to hit the key, right?”

YELENA BELOVA: “Fuck. You.” Yelena hissed from the ground, fingers digging into the tile as she tried to pull herself up. She wasn’t going to hit the key.

BUCKY BARNES: “Seriously?” he hissed, the metal plates clamping into place audibly as he tightened his grip. “Seriously, Bobbi?” he was pissed, clearly. “No wonder you’re a fucking S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.” Bucky snatched the stun gun from Bobbi’s grip on his way past her, throwing it to the ground and stomping on it until it was in a bunch of little pieces before he finished his walk to Yelena. “She wasn’t going to hit the fucking key.” he crouched down, helping Yelena back to her feet. “What’s next? You want to hit Ripley too? Do you more good.”

BOBBI MORSE: “Oh, c’mon.” Bobbi muttered as she had the stun gun ripped away and trampled. It wasn’t like that would have been helpful for defense or anything. “Tell me she’s not a flight risk.” Dark eyes narrowed. “I’d love to hit Ripley. Hopefully wake her up. That goddamn stone is fragmenting and destabilizing the town. If it collapses we all may be written out off reality. No happy reunion with your girlfriend then, huh?”

YELENA BELOVA: Yelena just spit towards Bobbi’s feet as James help her up, holding on to his arm even when she was upright.

BUCKY BARNES: “You think you’re the one to call that?” he shot over his shoulder, fully standing now. “Being written out of reality wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen to me this year.” he turned his attention to Yelena, looking her over but he didn’t ask her if she were okay. “You make an awful nurse, you know that?”

ILLYANA RASPUTINA: Phasing in along with Viv and Nico, Illyana stepped around the broken black shards of a weapon. “Now this is where the party is.” She laughed slightly. Making her way to the bed, dark lined eyes narrowed at the woman. Tugging the hospital gown to the side, the red glow of the Stone was flickering under the white bandages. “They said you would have another fragment. We need two.”

BOBBI MORSE: “I think I’m deepest in the shit and have used the Database before, so I made a snap judgement call. It’s not like I shot her. We talked it out.” Bobbi didn’t flinch at the spit. “Maybe not for you, but there’s a lot of other people here.”

YELENA BELOVA: “Nursing student.” Yelena muttered. “The scrubs were ugly.”

RIRI WILLIAMS: She had smashed in the window of the wrong room during her entry, but Riri found the right one after checking for heat signatures. “You have a second fragment now.” The suit’s chamber opened to expose the Reality Stone shard. “Zemo’s got the third.”

BUCKY BARNES: “They were pretty ugly.” he agreed quietly, face pinched lightly at the edges. His head whipped sharply around at Riri’s entrance, completely ignoring Bobbi at this point. “So we go get Zemo.” he took a breath. “Finally.”

ILLYANA RASPUTIN: As the armored teen guided the Stone back to its host, Magik looked to Nico. “Are you ready?” It wasn’t really a question. With eyes glowing blue, she held a hand out over the chest of Ripley. “I’m going to be very unhappy if she chooses to smite us.”

NICO MINORU: Nico looked down at the incubated woman, trying her best not to be intimidated by the thought of all that could go wrong as she adjusted her grip on her staff and nodded. She looked towards Riri as she entered the room and smiled in relief at the sight of another stone. “Okay, yeah. Ready.” She agreed as she gripped her staff and held her other hand over Ripley to follow Magik. “Stabilize.” The staff emitted a glow as she focused herself onto the spell.

YELENA BELOVA: “Jim. What a nice young man.” Yelena scoffed. She paused, softening slightly as she turned to face Bucky fully. “Thank you.” Her tone was composed of genuine relief. Rising up to reach his face, Yelena pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “I do trust you.”

BOBBI MORSE: Determined to focus on the spell, Bobbi’s face twitched at Yelena and Bucky. Worse than high schoolers.

ILLYANA RASPUTIN: Drawing on Limbo, Illyana closed her eyes when she heard Nico’s staff and began chanting. Confirma. Stabiliendum. Solidatur. Est una tribus, tribus fit unum. Dormammu limbo ex angulis eminebant de profundis et frugibus suis circum nos, ut tecum una. As she repeated Wanda’s words, the red began to glow and overtake the room. It burned so brightly that it overtook the space and ate everything else out entirely.

BUCKY BARNES: With his ungloved hand, bucky cupped the side of Yelena’s face. “I know.” he heard Illyana and Nico behind him but he didn’t look. He had a gut feeling where this was going and he was just…relieved to see Yelena again. It tugged somewhere deep in his chest, making him oddly angry all over again. He was exhausted, frustrated, but relieved. “Also, please don’t ever mention Jim again.” he said on what sounded like a breathy laugh. “C’mere.” Even though they didn’t do this, Bucky pulled Yelena in close, arms wrapping around her small frame.

NICO MINORU: Confirma. Stabiliendum. Solidatur. Est una tribus, tribus fit unum. Dormanmu limbo ex angulis emine ant de profundis et frugibus suis circum nos, ut tecum una. Nico repeated alongside Magik, closing her eyes as the red glow overtook the entire room. Based on that, she hoped it was working. And she also hoped that they wouldn’t kill Ripley in the process.

YELENA BELOVA: Folding into him, Yelena stared at the two spellcasters. She hated magic. She hated how small it made her feel. She didn’t like Ripley either, but they all deserved better than this. “He was a victim too, at first.” The light was too bright then and Yelena had no choice but to avert her eyes.

RIPLEY RYAN: Every memory. Every life. Every backstory. The Town Database was comprehensive and the woman whose energy fueled it remembered every detail. For the first time since they had managed to restrain her, the stirrings of magic gave way to an elevated form of consciousness. Eyes and mouth open, red poured from them until reality was rattled by a burst of energy. Across the town, those left reverted to how they had looked before being changed. Faces returned and scarlet gave way to familiar bodies and clothes. When the wave washed over the hospital, it faded to reveal a blonde in a hospital gown standing in front of the mangled computer system. “I’m going to kill someone.”

LAURA KINNEY: The fight with Bullseye had ended, but Laura followed the scent of blood towards where the Black Widow and Taskmaster had fought. Natasha was fine, her adversary fleeing towards Zemo and the Town hall. When the redhead said she would follow him, Laura had left her to get to the ICU. Without her claws the fight had been a little different than she preferred, but not all of the blood on her was her own. By the time she got there, the room was awash in red. The force of the energy impact threw Laura against the wall, but when she straightened and came to, her cheerleading uniform was gone. The yellow and blue of her Wolverine suit had returned and when she flexed her hands she felt the adamantium.

BOBBI MORSE: Ripley looked mad, but Bobbi couldn’t blame her. She had every right to be. “That’s valid.” She limbed to her feet. “But can we raincheck? Your Stone -- it fractured. From what was being done. We got you a piece on it, but Zemo has a shard at Town Hall. Do I need to tell you how badly this could go?”

RIPLEY RYAN: Of course she didn’t need to. Ripley could feel Pleasant Hill destabilizing and reality growing thin. It Zemo accomplished his goals, he’d be taking her down. It was hard to live with a stone in your chest. it would be impossible to be fragmented. Even then, she could feel the other part calling out. Raising a hand, Ripley looked at the group. TOWN HALL. With that, the hospital was empty as they vanished in a flash of crimson.

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Olympic Coach John Geddert Allegedly Knew About Larry Nassar Abuse As Early As 1988

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A former gymnast says John Geddert, the previous U.S. women’s gymnastics Olympic mentor, noticed Larry Nassar sexually abuse her in the late 1980s when she was 14 decades aged. 

Sara Teristi informed writer Abigail Pesta for an upcoming ebook about Nassar’s abuse that in 1988, Geddert watched as Nassar iced her nipples during what was intended to be treatment for broken ribs. Time magazine posted an excerpt of Pesta’s e-book ”The Women: An All-American City, a Predatory Health care provider, and the Untold Tale of the Gymnasts Who Introduced Him Down” on Thursday. 

Geddert, who was the head coach for the women’s gymnastics group throughout the 2011 Environment Championships and the 2012 London Olympics, came up in the gymnastics globe with Nassar and is infamously near to the now-imprisoned former U.S. group medical doctor. Teristi’s tale would make her a person of Nassar’s earliest identified victims. 

Geddert was suspended by United states of america Gymnastics in January 2018 more than allegations of actual physical abuse. A couple several hours later on, he announced his retirement. The sheriff’s office in Eaton County, Michigan, later said Geddert was under legal investigation.

Teristi, whose previous title was Faculak at the time, stated that Nassar would hand-therapeutic massage her upper body with ice that had been frozen into very little cups when she was education less than Geddert at a gym in Michigan, in accordance to the reserve excerpt. Over time, she reported, Nassar’s ice “treatments” escalated from icing her more than her leotard, to beneath her leotard, to below her leotard and athletics bra, and inevitably he pushed her leotard and bra all the way down so that her nipples had been thoroughly exposed. 

Once the treatment plans became frequent, Teristi claimed, Geddert joined. She alleged that as she lay topless in the education home, Geddert would joke about how compact her 14-year-previous breasts had been. 

“They would stand there and have a conversation proper in front of me,” she mentioned. “John would joke about how small my ‘tits’ were being. He said if I was fortunate, they would get even larger.” 

Nassar, who’s serving three concurrent life sentences for youngster sexual abuse, is accused of serially sexually abusing about 500 athletes (practically all of whom were youthful women) less than the guise of healthcare cure. Throughout his 30-yr tenure as a famed athletics medical doctor, he sexually abused hundreds of athletes whilst functioning for Usa Gymnastics, Michigan State University and Twistars, a gym in East Lansing, Michigan, owned by Geddert. 

At the time Nassar commenced abusing her, Terisiti explained she didn’t think a great deal of it. She experienced no concept it was abuse, and she claimed Geddert’s verbally and bodily abusive coaching type took away any sense of autonomy young athletes had even though in his gym. 

“Your body did not belong to you,” she reported. “You didn’t get to make selections about it.” 

Geddert has been accused of physical and verbal abuse by dozens of his previous gymnasts. Throughout Nassar’s highly publicized January 2018 sentencing hearings, various survivors in effects statements accused Geddert of actual physical and psychological abuse. Many of the athletes credited Geddert’s abusive coaching style for allowing for Nassar’s crimes to prosper. 

Terisiti and quite a few other athletes say Geddert routinely taunted gymnasts, created enjoyment of their fat and forced them to carry on instruction via risky accidents. Teristi mentioned Geddert generally failed to location her and other gymnasts as punishment. 

She claimed Geddert routinely made pleasurable of an aged injuries that left a bump on her upper body by calling her “third boob” at the gymnasium. Teristi also alleged that at just one observe she fell and landed on her fingers and knees. She explained that Geddert pinned her down and rode her back “in a sexual way” yelling: ”‘Ooh, child, you like it like that!’” She was 12. 

Teristi explained Nassar went on to sexually abuse her further more, anally penetrating her with his fingers during a “treatment” when she was 16. Nassar also invited Teristi to his home and experienced her acquire an ice bath for “research purposes” ― a ploy to abuse some of his earliest victims ― where she stated Nassar also molested her. 

When Teristi last but not least mustered the braveness to quit gymnastics all through her senior 12 months of high faculty, she mentioned she was frightened of how Geddert would respond. Surprisingly, she claimed, Geddert was form and told her she could occur back again to the health and fitness center when she preferred. 

“Did he truly feel responsible for breaking me?” she questioned. “Was he seeking to continue to keep me there for Larry, or to preserve me silent about what Larry did to me?” 

Head around to Time to study the complete excerpt from Pesta’s reserve “The Women: An All-American City, a Predatory Health practitioner, and the Untold Tale of the Gymnasts Who Introduced Him Down.”

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the figures once impair,   to play his eyes at once, and salt,   a moral seas

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where it was just they might need not tell. Science marshalling in turn like to place where great good workmen never dreamd

of idleness, an houre-long Habit so continues to say if she could make sudden, drew forth on your eccho ring.

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where thou alone will all friends hearts of Humours sell. Nought else, aught shockd him so pantingly amongst men, till thee.

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