beam combination

Requested by @magmasteelix

Unlike the Muks in Kanto, Alolan form Muk is strikingly colorful. Alolan Muk looks like a colorful oil slick. Soap, petrol, grease, and other oily substances often look like colorful rainbows. But why? 

Oil is both reflective and refractive of light. When light hits it, some of the light bounces off the surface and directly to your eye. The rest of the light passes through the oil, and then bounces off of whatever surface is beneath the oil (water, the road, Muk’s body) before going to your eye. Passing through the oil bends the light a little bit. It’s a lot easier to walk through air than through water: you move slower when you’re in a swimming pool. Light is the same way, it slows down in water and oil, which causes it to bend.

Because of this effect, you can think of it as one beam of light going to the oil, and two beams of light coming off of it: one from the surface reflection, and the one that passed through the oil.

We don’t see two different beams leaving the oil, of course: the two beams combine together to create a new light beam altogether, through interference. Interference can make light stronger or weaker, depending on how the waves add together.

White light, of course, actually contains all of the colors of the rainbow. When light refracts and reflects off of the oil, different colors are going to combine through interference. Depending on the depth of the oil slick in different places, red might combine with red to create a really strong red, and so on. This constructive interference creates the rainbows in oil.

This is how Alolan Muk is so colorful: the outside of its body is coated in a layer of fatty oil, which interacts with the light in this way to make it colorful.

Alolan Muk’s body is covered in a layer of fatty oil. Some light reflects off of the oil, and some light passes through it, causing constructive interference that appears as a rainbow.

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Another gorgeous beam combination from Ilka Juk, a Canadian National Team member. Here, she is performing a unique acrobatic combination: bhs step out to an onodi, land two feet (Worley)

Let’s Finish This

Characters: avengers x thanos

Notes: this is not an imagine, more like a concept. it was very very painful and hard for me to write this but it’s been in my head for so long and i guess, putting it out there helps with it lol 

this was hard to write bc it’s not something i’m used to writing and i was trying hard not to make it like a script. with that said, props to marvel writers for doing such an amazing job with the movies.

!!WARNING!!: this is a very emotional concept SO YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED 

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“No.”

A whisper, but to everyone else it sounds like a scream.

A billowing, pitiful laugh sounds far away in the background.

Quill, Rocket, Gamora, Thor, Rhodey, and Doctor Strange all float down to the ground slowly, non-blinking.

Tony Stark removes whatever’s left of his helmet. His eyes display disbelief and horror. They’re glossy and empty, showing so much emotion at the same time. He doesn’t move for what seems like eternity but then he takes a step, and another, and another until he falls onto his knees, defeated. He crawls the rest of the way until he reaches his body.

“I can- I can keep going…”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Tony mutters as he hovers over Peter’s face and forces him to look at him. Peter’s eyes are wild until they focus on Tony’s.

“Mr. Stark, I can do this. I’m- I’m fine,” Peter gasps, small tears emerging from the corner of his eyes and sliding past his temples.

“I know you are, kid,” Tony replies, but his eyes lower down to the deep wound gushing blood from Peter’s chest.

“Tony, I’m fine,” Peter keeps repeating. “I’m sorry.”

Now Tony can’t keep the tears that start flowing out of his eyes. “You’re going to be okay, Peter,” he chokes out.

Peter suddenly smiles a small smile and it surprises Tony how genuine that smile looks. “We’re going to win this. We’re-”

His eyes lose the last light they had in them.

Peter lays completely unconscious on the ground, unmoving and bleeding.

“Turn it back,” Tony hisses through his teeth. He turns slowly away from Peter’s body to stare at Doctor Strange. “Turn it back!”

“I can’t! I’m not allowed to-”

“Bullshit!” Tony is charging towards Strange now, fury and sadness all embedded in his features. “I’m not asking, Strange! Turn back the time, NOW!”

“Tony-” he starts but Tony has him by the collar now. Strange can see the tears still running down his tired face.

“Tony,” starts Rhodey as he steps towards him, reaching out. “We have to finish this-”

“HE IS DEAD BECAUSE OF ME!” Tony billows out and it seems to reverberate throughout all of them. “I CAN SAVE US BOTH! WE WILL FINISH THIS! ALL OF US!”

He turns back towards Doctor Strange, who gives Thor and the rest of the Avengers a look before maneuvering his hands and conjuring the spell.

Tony and Strange stand still as the world around them reverses back in time. Tony watches as Peter’s body begins to move; he’s kneeling now, then standing, the blade of Chitauri sliding out of his chest, and he’s back to shooting webs.

Tony lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

Time stands still once again. The rest of the Avengers continue to battle Thanos’s army as if nothing had happened.

“You think bringing back a dead spider will help you beat me?” Thanos shouts from far away.

“A dead spider? Is he talking about me?” Peter asks out loud to the group before he shoots a web at a charging Chitauri, knocking him down. “Hey, Mr. Stark! Was he talking about me?”

“Don’t worry about it, kid! Focus!” Tony replies but with a huge grin on his face.

“Tony,” Strange mumbles and Tony looks in the direction Strange points out.

The Chitauri with the large blade is running towards Peter, who has his back to him and is battling eight demons at the same time.

Tony lifts his arm and tries to shoot from his repulsors but nothing happens. They’re all completely shut down.

“Shit,” Tony mutters and begins to run towards Peter. “Peter! Look-”

Peter turns around just in time but stands still, shocked. Tony reaches him and pushes him out of the way, sending him flying far away. The blade penetrates into Tony’s armor but not enough to cause him real damage. Somehow, the blade fixed whatever was wrong with the repulsors and Tony is able to fire them at will, destroying the Chitauri around him.

“Enough!” Thanos suddenly begins to stride towards Tony, knocking down some of his army in his way. From the side, Peter realizes what Thanos’s intentions are and his eyes grow wide.

“Hey, Barney! How about a hug, big guy?” He shouts as he shoots his webs in one big strand so that it wraps around Thanos but he quickly rips it off.

Thor comes flying in, swinging his hammer but Thanos is too quick for him. He merely lifts one hand and catches Thor by his head, squeezing. Thor roars in pain and now Peter tries again, this time using taser webs. They wrap around Thanos, electrocuting him just slightly but it’s enough to falter his hold on Thor, who drops down onto the ground defeated.

Tony shoots from his repulsors, full force, but it barely scars Thanos. His golden glove starts to glow, along with the infinity stones. He lifts the gloved hand and points it in Tony’s direction and with all the stones combined, a beam shoots out from his hand and hits Tony straight in the chest.

“NO!” Peter cries out.

Tony can be seen blasted into the air and then land on the ground, hard. Peter is already running, until he skids to a stop beside Tony. He’s coughing, blood coming out of his nose. Peter takes off his mask, tears and worry in his eyes.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter stutters out and then he sees the damage that’s been done. Half of the arc reactor in Tony’s chest is missing. Tony begins to tremble and groan, and Peter’s hands are shaking, not knowing what to do. “Tony?”

Tony’s eyes find Peter’s and he starts to think about how the kid was dead just moments ago. “Go,” he sputters out, “w-win this. F-for all… of us.”

“Somebody do something! Help! Please!” Peter shouts, crying hard now, at the Avengers who are now staring in despair. Doctor Strange stands far behind, unable to watch. “DO SOMETHING!”

“Hey, k-kid,” Tony mumbles and Peter reluctantly looks down. “Thank you… for letting m-me… be the father m-my… dad never was.”

“Please,” Peter whimpers, “You can’t… not again. We need you.”

Tony tries to smile but it’s clear that it’s painful. He lifts his hand places it over Peter’s and squeezes it.

Then he’s gone.

“No, please, please, please. Tony, please.” Tears come continuously down his face. Closing his eyes, Peter is overwhelmed with the familiar emotions of loss. His father’s face flashes in front of him, Uncle Ben’s and now…

But amidst the pain, there’s also the love, the admiration. Aunt May, Pepper, Ned, MJ…

“I swear to you,” he whispers to himself and to Tony, “I will take care of Pepper. I will avenge you.”

He slowly stands and without tearing his gaze from Tony’s face, he slips on his mask. He walks forward and the rest of the Avengers follow. Thanos smirks, feeling proud of himself and pitying the heroes. The Avengers break into a run with the same purpose but with more determination.

Spider-Man runs with them, Tony’s voice in the back of his head, saying, “Good job, kid.”

Ace

part 1, part 2 (you are here), part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, based on @skygemspeaks​‘s prompt


The conversation they eventually had to have with the children is hardly easy, and it takes a long time for the idea that Mama and Papa aren’t coming home to really sink in with Alisa.

She doesn’t take the news well, of course. She demands to know why her uncles won’t let her and he brother go home and see their parents, and throws a tantrum when they try to explain why that isn’t really possible. She resolutely refuses to talk to them for days at a time, beyond telling them when she’s hungry.

Lev is a little easier, still too small to fully grasp the concept of time, but he has times when he’ll wail inconsolably for hours because Yuuri and Victor’s arms aren’t the arms of his parents. Luckily, these instances are few and far between.

They had already been thinking about moving to Tokyo to have easier access to the larger rinks for their students. But now that they’re parents (and isn’t that just a word and a half) and they have the option, they want to send the kids to the best schools available. Alisa is going to be starting primary school soon, and they refuse to make that transition harder than it has to be by putting her into a mediocre school.

Alisa and Victor heal, slowly but surely. They bond through skating, which she always had an interest in. She’s wobbly at first, of course, but she takes to the ice as naturally as Victor did at that age.

While the two of them goof off on the rink every day after Yuri finishes practice, Yuuri sits on the floor with Lev, rolling a small ball back and forth and making up silly games.

In fact, it’s at the rink that Lev says his first word.

He’s sitting by the bleachers with Yuri, since Yuuri is across the rink with Victor while they talk through some logistics for dinner, since Yuri is going to stay over tonight.

Yuri’s voice rings out to them from the other side of the rink. “Oi! You assho– idiots might want to get over here.”

Victor is immediately on alert, having dealt with Lev getting too curious for his own good and hurting himself too many times to count in the six months they’ve had him. He and Yuuri bolt over and Alisa glides to their side of the rink, practicing her stopping.

His worries give way to elation when Lev’s voice peals out a petulant-sounding “Papa.”

He and Yuuri coo at the same time, then look at each other.

“Which one of us is he asking for?” Yuuri wonders.

Victor thinks Lev is asking for him, Yuuri thinks the opposite. They bicker for a few minutes before Lev gurgles unhappily.

“Papa!” he says more urgently, reaching for Victor. He grins triumphantly at his husband, who rolls his eyes fondly.

As it happens, Lev just had a dirty diaper. Yuri laughs in Victor’s face about that for years.

The kids grow up and it’s hard to believe how fast time flies. It feels like Victor blinks and Lev is just starting out in middle school. Alisa is placing in the junior figure skating league, making a name for herself globally as the next Yuri Plisetsky, the new top student working under the Victor Nikiforov.

The Victor Nikiforov was barely 29 when they brought Alisa and Lev home for good, and now, sending thirteen year old Lev to a well-rounded middle school in Tokyo, he’s feeling a bit old and weepy.

Well, the weepy bit may have something to do with the fact that he and Yuuri can’t be there to send him off because of Alisa’s competition. Yuri is driving him to school at least for today since Lev is, frankly, terrible with directions, and the rest of his family won’t be home for another week and a half. All three of them are video chatting him to make up for it, despite the ungodly time of morning in Spain right now.

“Don’t worry about it, Dad!” Lev says brightly, expertly navigating the kitchen as the laptop sits static on the counter. He moves in and out of range of the camera sometimes, but generally stays where they can see him. “You can still make it to the conferences in a few months, nothing happens the first week anyway.”

“It’s still important,” Victor pouts.

Yuuri smacks him gently before turning back to the camera. “Are you excited, at the very least?”

“Oh yeah! Apparently this school has great sports programs, and it’s super close to home, and..” he rambles on in true Lev fashion, wondering for the third year in a row if he’s going to be the tallest boy in his grade again. Victor is sure he is; Lev hits growth spurts more than any other child he’s ever seen. He’s nearly as tall as his Uncle Yuri now, and he’s only thirteen.

When he starts fretting about his grades, as he tends to at the beginning of every year, it’s Yuuri that speaks up softly. “You’ll do fine, Lev. You’re a smart boy, and you care about your studies. That’s a good combination.”

Lev beams at him with that smile that makes him so loved by so many, and a natural in the spotlight. “Thanks, Dad.”

People frequently tell Victor how much Lev resembles what he was like at that age. He never fails to correct them; while Victor was always charismatic, he was rarely happy. It took him a long time to be able to have the level of genuinity that Lev comes across naturally.

Something slams in the background and Lev giggles. “Uncle Yuri is awake. Gotta go, guys!”

“We love you!” the three of them chorus, as they always do.

Lev beams at them. “I love you too!”

Just before he hangs up, Victor, Yuuri, and Alisa can hear Yuri grumbling loudly from the other room.

It had taken them (Victor, mostly) a long time to be able to leave either of their kids alone for longer than a night or two, even with Yuri staying behind to watch them. But when Alisa had started qualifying for skating competitions and travelling, Victor and Yuuri needed to go with her, as her coaches. That meant full weeks of time when Lev was forced to stay home with Yuri so he didn’t miss school.

Victor still doesn’t like it, but they’ve all gotten more used to it. Too used to it. He doesn’t like thinking about how easily Lev manages their kitchen on his own now, or how Yuri spends more time at their house than their own.

They spend as much time together as they can when they’re all home, though, and that seems to be enough, for now. It’s not forever. He swears it.


Lev waves cheerfully at his uncle and holds out a cup of coffee as a peace offering. 

Yuri grumbles, but accepts it. “You’ve been awake too long, kid.”

“I’m excited!” He turns back to the stove and pokes at his eggs gently. They’re nearly done.

“You packed last night, right?” Yuri is the furthest thing from fatherly– Lev is still Victor and Yuuri’s kid, but he’s been watching Lev grow up too; he knows the tricks by now, especially now that he has a cup of coffee in hand. 

Lev nods and moves his food to his plate carefully. He knows Yuri well enough to know that he won’t eat anything.

The way his hands shake a bit is a dead giveaway to how nervous he really is about this new school, but Yuri can’t do much about that without overstepping his bounds. He sips his coffee and waits for Lev to finish eating so he can load the both of them in the car and get his surrogate nephew to prison school, Yuri meant school.

“Hey, kid,” he says as Lev turns to descend the stairs to his new school.

Lev turns around in surprise. “Yeah?”

Yuri chews the inside of his cheek uncertainly. “You’ll do fine. If anyone gives you shit for being tall this year, kick their ass.”

He gets a startled laugh in response. “You know I won’t. But thanks, Uncle Yura. I’ll see you later.”

Lev’s long legs take him through the door before Yuri has a chance to respond.

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i feel you pap, i dont like going out either pat pat

chapter 4 is gonna be fun ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)!!!

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Jesus Sans calm the fuck down

Outside of his standard bones, teleportation and telekenesis, Sans still has his Gaster Blasters, however, they’re useless in their normal form and he only has two. Only when they equip onto one or both of Sans’ arms is when their true potential is released, and his iconic left eye changes accordingly. Sans’ Gaster Blasters have two modes: Long-range and Close-range.

Long range comes in one form: an arm cannon. In this mode, his eye changes into a crosshair shape and the cannon can either fire in short little rounds, a small beam (as displayed) and a bigger beam. If they’re equipped onto both arms, then Sans can fire a super charged buster beam when combined. However, that will take a lot out of him, not to mention the recoil is a quite the killer.

As for close range, it comes in one of two forms: claws or an arm blade. His eye turns into what appears to be two sickles opposing each other. The claws can be on one or both arms, but the regular sword can only on one arm. However, like the combined cannon form, Sans can create a large beam sword, but also like the large killer beam, that will take a lot out of him.

Sans can have both activated. By that, I mean he CAN have a cannon on one arm and a blade/claw on the other (Omnimon, anyone?). The downside to that is that he can’t be able to do either of the super beam or sword, since that requires both arms to have the same mode. His eye obviously becomes a mix between the two modes.

The Gaster Blasters DO have a default form, but…they’re more useful as pets in that particular state (and maybe for transportation). Don’t worry, I have a ref for them, too:

Design-wise, they’re just regular blasters with markings on them lol At least it’ll be useful as a color ref.

Also, I personally like the crosshair eye better lol

anonymous asked:

Viktoria Komova

Likes - her lightness and amplitude on beam, extension in leaps and jumps, TOEPOINT, best standing arabian ever IMO, did some cool beam combinations, her eponymous transitions on UB, really nice Fabrichnova, very balanced AAer at her peak, love the “shoot the judges” choreo, capable of super difficult stuff

Dislikes - her bent-kneed tap on her tkatchev and dismount on bars, not the strongest mentally, her giant half on bars before the dismount, her best performance was probably 2010 YOG and really hasn’t been at that level since

Blank: Cupcakes for Two

It was feelsnotfeelings‘s birthday like a week ago and I’m just now writing this because we don’t have school today. Happy birthday, Mia! (Update: This took longer than I thought.. I’m sorry!)

Mute!Dean makes cupcakes for his baby brother’s birthday.

The sound of something heavy being dragged around the kitchen finally managed to distract Bobby from the small pile of books and articles strewn over the surface of his desk. Groaning softly, he got up from his chair and walked over to the door of his study, grunting slightly as the bones popped in his back. Walking out into the hall, he realized the house was absent of all of the usual noise that came with the Winchesters’ stay: Sam’s happy squeals as Dean tickled him into the living room carpet, Sam lisping out a battle scene, green army men clenched in his chubby fist, or even the slip and slide of socked feet from Dean moving across the old hardwood floors. 

As Bobby passed the living room, he saw Sam’s small form slumped over the arm of the couch, cartoons blaring softly from the crappy TV. Rumpled t-shirt glued to the small of his back in the early May humidity, fingertips stained with the purple shadow of grape juice, face peaceful and calm in sleep, a slant contrast to the lively, bright, mischievous boy he was when he was awake. Bobby chuckled to himself. The kid was cute; he’d give him that. Rounding up on the kitchen, he blinked in the sudden light of the kitchen windows and stopped, watching the scene before him. 

Six-year-old Dean was crouched on top of an old wooden kitchen chair; carefully pouring a bottle of vanilla into a dented mixing bowl, tongue poking out in concentration. Around him, a pile of eggshell, cupping a pool of pierced yolk, an assorted collection of what looked like all of the spoons Bobby owned, oven mitts placed in a neat cross off to the side of the counter, and light layer of flour over the whole scene. Even his fat stuffed bee, plopped haphazardly on the counter, hadn’t been spared: a light dusting of while coating his yellow and black strips, matching the smudge across his right cheek. Bobby watched as the boy carefully placed the bottle back on the counter, and then glance up sharply. 

He froze. His body seemed to shift slightly towards his small collection of ingredients, as if trying to hide himself the bag of flour, small stacks of measuring cups, and the still open milk jug. Dean paled slightly, freckles standing out more starkly in the soft kitchen light. 

“S’alright, son. Don’t let me stop ya. Just wanted to watch.” Bobby smiled softly to appease the boy, who was starting to look like he was working himself into a panic. 

Dean shoulders slumped in relief. Clambering off the chair, he dragged something off the counter from behind Herman the bee, and shyly made his way over to where Bobby was standing, holding up an aging book.

“Cupcakes.”

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thehonoraryamerican  asked:

Lauren Mitchell, Larrissa Miller, Emily Little

Lauren Mitchell:

Like- that the triple wolf turn is named after her on beam and floor and that Terin Humphrey is super pressed about it, her very unique style on beam and floor, cool combinations like the aerial + front tuck on beam, very nice layout on beam, super smart about the cop like when she missed a requirement on floor so she speed up to fit it in

Dislike- beam connections could sometimes be slow, could sometimes wave her arms too much during her wolf turns, leaps and jumps out of tumbling could be kind of low or not completely controlled

Larissa Miller:

Like- love love love her ricna + gienger on bars, her double Arabian + stag on floor, and her front full + front double twist on floor, beautiful presentation and choreography on floor

Dislike- her inbars could be deeper

Emily Little-

Like- nice form on vault and floor, usually lands with her chest up

Dislike- floor presentation and choreography could be better, bends her knee on her wolf turn

Lasers Tame Unpredictable Electric Arcs, Steer Current Around Obstacles

If you’ve taken a high school physics class or have seen an old horror film featuring a mad scientist, then you’re familiar with an electric arc. The current that moves through air from one electrode to another unpredictably dances and slithers on its own accord. A viewer is treated to a mesmerizing light show when the electricity ionizes the gas it touches, turning it into a glowing plasma.

(Jacob’s ladder and a plasma globe shown in the 1931 film Frankenstein.)

Now researchers say they have been able to tame the undulating electric arc. Using lasers, they have been able to guide an electric discharge through midair and even steer it around obstacles. Their work isn’t just a cool update to Dr. Frankenstein’s lab–it could be used for advances in machining, electric welding, electromagnetic jamming and delivering current through the air to specific targets. Read more and see images below.

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Gravitational Waves

Somewhere very far away, a long time ago, two black holes smashed into each other.

One was around 36 times more massive than the Sun, and the other 29 times more massive.

So devastatingly powerful was this event that it did something that might not even be obvious to most of us: it sent a sort of ‘quake’ through the fabric of spacetime.

The power radiated by the combining of the black holes is estimated to be more than the combined light power of all the stars and galaxies in the observable universe.

This ripple event is something known as a ‘gravitational wave’ and we’ve known about them for a very long time ~ sort of.

Einstein predicted their existence long ago as a consequence of the theory of general relativity, but up until now we’ve never had a direct observation of them.

A team of researchers from an international collaboration known as LIGO (Laser Interferometry Gravitational-Wave Observatory) seems to have been the first to observe.

Using lasers, LIGO found a subtle stretching and squeezing of spacetime itself was going on. How this happened is actually a remarkably simple concept:

First they shot a laser beam into a tunnel, that got split into two directions:

Here’s an ‘L’ shape to help you imagine the two tunnels it split into.

Next, once both lasers reached the end of their respective tunnels, they bounced back towards the spot where they split so that they could recombine.

A way to think about this is both lasers racing towards the lower-left corner of the ‘L’ again.

Here’s the rub:

Light can be thought of as a wave, with ripples and peaks etc. The waveform of these two laser beams, when combined add into each other.

If the two laser beams have the same wavelength (as they should if there’s no gravitational waves disturbing spacetime) the two split beams will recombine again into the original beam. It looks like this:

If the two laser beams get somehow disturbed and the waves peak on one as the other crests, the resulting combined beam will be that they simply cancel out:

So in the end, if the LIGO researchers detect alterations to their laser when the two beams recombine, they can tell if spacetime’s subtle ripples have morphed the lasers.

The consequences of this discovery are profound.

It, in a sense, opens up the universe to an entire new branch of physics: the universe of gravity.

Ever hear of dark matter? How about dark energy?

These two things are bound to get close scrutiny now as they’re both a part of what’s known as the ‘dark universe’ - basically neither phenomena interact with light (meaning one can’t see them), making it tough to learn much about them.

Yet much of the universe seems to be comprised of these ‘unseeable’ things.

If this discovery holds up, there’s almost certainly a Nobel Prize in the works.

Why? They may have - and I do mean maybe, not did - well…

The folks at LIGO may have just illuminated the 96% of the universe that’s been invisible to our senses for so long. We’ll have to wait and see.

(Image credit: NASA, NSF/LIGO and Brews Ohare respectively)

tripletwistinggainer  asked:

Elena Eremina, Ksenia Semenova, Riley McCusker

Eremina: Like - her nabieva+pak+chow half is INSANE, good inbars, the 3/2 to 5/2 punch front on floor is unique (well it was popular back in the day but not anymore so I’m glad she brought it back), I like the triple twist beam dismount even though it’s obviously not perfect, she seems very sweet and I like her interviews - I thought her post for her international fans was really nice.

Dislike - vault is pretty weak, giant half at the end of her bar routine, could use a little bit more extension on beam in her acro series

Semanova: like - I think she’s the only person I’ve seen successfully and consistently connect a release to a full pirouette, nice deltchev, cool bar dismount, impressive beam combinations, her eponymous turn

Dislike - a bit messy almost everywhere, weak tumbler and vaulter

McCusker: like - her downie, ricna+pak, and van Leeuwen

Dislike - floor choreo, weak tumbling, “ring” elements on beam are potentially the worst of all time, her DTY is low and looks unsafe

Thanks!

12 Days of Sanvers Christmas, Day 7

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6

This is heavy on MAGGIE BACKSTORY 2k17 so it got a little long; hope it’s worth it! I combined a couple prompts on this because, happily, I got an abundance! I hope that’s okay!

From @bacop150: “12 days of Christmas prompt. Maggie volunteers at a shelter around the holidays. Something she’s done since her rookie years in uniform. She usually never tells anyone but this year a special kid has only one wish. To meet Supergirl. So Maggie is forced to ask for Alex’s help making the wish come true. Alex gets to see the connections Maggie has made through the years even meeting people she’s helped. They spill the beans about her kind heart even though she always acts tough. Backstory Maggie” and from anon “sanvers + looking for christmas trees”

Heads up: this story has a very happy bent, but includes references to the negative experiences of queer youth of color who’ve been kicked out of their homes, and sometimes physically abused, by their families. Sending love to those of our communities who have experienced or are experiencing this struggles.


Christmas was usually Kara’s department, and that was generally just fine with Alex. She had her fire place, and that was as holiday as she got. Too many holidays drinking too much wine to cope with not feeling enough for your mother, with missing your father with all your heart, with how happy your sister is and with not understanding why you feel so empty in the midst of everyone else’s joy… That’ll kill the holidays for a person.

It had long since killed them for Alex.

But this year? This year, since coming out? This year, since Maggie?

“Your place is huge, babe, at least you could have a little Christmas tree. Something to remind you that it’s not all about alien invasions and death rays from space.”

“Death rays from space.”

Maggie leaned up and kissed her earlobe, and Alex froze. “Missing the point, Danvers,” she practically growled into her ear, and Alex barely suppressed a groan.

“Just a little Christmas tree, huh?”

Maggie had lit up so brightly at Alex’s concession that it solved the matter then and there: within twenty minutes, Alex had let herself be dragged out to National City’s Garden Depot, which had all but established an artificial forest of evergreens, waiting to be attached to the top of car roofs and brought home to be draped with candy canes, sparkling lights, and photo frames of first anniversaries and lost loves.

Maggie had interlaced their fingers and Alex found herself staring down at the spot where her entire body’s senses had lit up. She gulped and Maggie’s hand stiffened.

“I’m sorry, did you not want – ”

No,” Alex said firmly, taking Maggie’s hand tighter. “I want to hold your hand. I’m just still… getting used to it, is all.”

Maggie nodded softly, but then her eyes caught a tree behind Alex and her eyes lit up.

“Oh, babe, this one is gorgeous.” Maggie let go of her hand and suddenly Alex found herself jealous of the pine needles on the tree – a little taller than Maggie, modest in girth but full, just this side of understated beauty – because Maggie’s hand was running over the needles and she was speaking, softly. Alex stepped closer with a tilted head – a habit she was picking up from Maggie – and furrowed brow.

“What?”

“Oh,” Maggie shifted her feet. “I always… I always feel bad, you know. They’re killed just to make our living rooms look nice… I like to… you know, thank them, I guess? It’s stupid, I know, but I – ”

But Alex had grabbed her face and pulled her up into a searing kiss, and Maggie – a little shocked, but pleased – melted into the kiss, letting her tongue brush Alex’s bottom lip.

Alex moaned slightly, forgetting entirely where they were, and nearly whined when Maggie pulled back a moment later, tugging her phone out of her back pocket apologetically.

“Sorry, Danvers,” she flirted as she glanced down at the text. Her face – flushed and heated with desire and affection a moment before – drained of any happiness a moment later, and her eyes flew wide.

“Alex, shit, I’m sorry, I have to go – ”

“No, it’s fine, work – ”

“It’s not work. I’m sorry, I’ll explain later, I – get this tree, I – I’m sorry babe, I have to go.”

She pulled her down for a quick kiss to her lips and sprinted back to her Triumph, leaving Alex to stare after her, bewildered and worried and falling in love.


Christmas Eve, Five Years Ago

Maggie sighed as she replayed the last text message exchange with her mother in her mind, having memorized it so her eyes were free to do her job, not keep staring at her phone every two minutes.

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