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I’d really just like to request your most feral Spencer Reid headcanons. SFW, NSFW, raunchy, tame - whatever. Just your like “I will fight anyone who disagrees, they are fact” type headcanons.

(Because I reread all your headcanons and love every single one)

I BEEN WAITING ON SOMEONE ASKING THIS! i've also just been meaning to make a hc post.

i was gonna split them into nsfw and sfw but they just ended up all mixed together 0-0

submissive and breedable spencer truther til i fucking die i'll get him pregnant don't play with me.

loves messy kisses like spit running down his chin, tongues down each others throat, desperately gripping at each other type of kisses.

maybe just me projecting and taking what mgg said as gospel truth but i fully believe that spencer loves a curvy woman, not even just for sexual reasons he also loves to rest his head on a nice big pair of boobs or thighs.

speaking of, boob guy! shamefully, but still a boob guy! adores groping your boobs whenever he can and would have your boob in his mouth 24/7 if he could, has literally fallen asleep with his head under your shirt and your nipple in his mouth.

munch! like the biggest munch ever, loves nothing more than coming home from a long day and burying his face between your thighs or having you ride his face.

knows full well that toys are his teammate and not his competitors and has no insecurities about you using toys on yourself or owning any.

does not care how well groomed you are, if you asked him what he preferred he'd be like??? it's literally none of my business???

needs lots of reassurance during sex, he just likes to know that he's doing good and making you feel good throughout the whole thing.

doesn't like talking about his sex life, especially with derek, no matter how hard he pressed and pries spencer wont let anything but the bare minimum out.

i imagine he's more drawn to a commanding woman, someone who will take the lead and teach him because of his inexperience and finds that he actually loves being dominated and hardly has any desire to dominate you.

really vocal! even though i've already said it like twice he just is, i can feel it in my bones, he's just such a whiny little baby and can't help but moan loudly any time you're touching him.

is completely against the idea of road head until you do it while you're on a long drive and it both changes his life and almost ends it bcs he swerved into the other lane which was luckily empty.

still gets shy when you kiss him in front even the team even years down the line.

learns to cook so he can make you breakfast whenever you're staying at his apartment.

on the same lines, lovesss morning sex, just that feeling of not wanting to get out your warm bed into the cold air, savouring the warmth in the best way possible.

had no idea what queefing was real until it happened and he was like genuinely so fascinated rather than disgusted.

i feel like spencer would own a bird for sure, not just bcs of gideon but he did help him realise how cool birds are which made him get one, probably a cockatiel or parrotlet with some silly name like dave.

all bark, no bite. likes to act a big game in front of others but the second you're alone he's begging and calling you mommy.

loves nothing more than waking up before you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before carefully and quietly getting out of bed to make you breakfast with the intention of bringing it to you but when you wake up before him and sneak up behind him to wrap your arms around his waist he can't help but melt.

very open to experimenting further down the line, anything you want to try he'll try at least once, except for blindfolds on himself, would be completely open to blindfolding you though.

loves public touching, not outright sex but he'd love when you subtly brush your hand over his crotch or take a handful of his ass in a public place.

teaches you how to knit and cries when you actually make him something like a sweater or even just a hat bcs he realises that's why you wanted to learn in the first place.

can't ride a bike.(this is definitely me projecting bcs i can't but i just feel like he can't okay)

lana enjoyer!!! especially if you are, he just wants to understand all the things you love and if you love lana so does he, he'd love to hear you ramble about your favourite songs and would take note of them and listen to them asap and tell you he loves them even if he didn't like some that much bcs he loves how happy it makes you.

wouldn't want to introduce you to his mother too soon but if you ended up meeting her by chance he'd be sweating buckets in case you didn't get along but you two just bond over your adoration for him and he's just so happy about it.

probably took a while to warm up to physical touch in the beginning bcs of his germophobia but when he finally does he regrets not doing it sooner.

washes his hands every single time before touching you sexually, not even for his benefit, he just wants to be as safe as possible with you.

loves elvis and almost proposes on the spot when you offer to dance with him to can't help falling in love, secretly sheds a few tears while you waltz around his apartment in your pyjamas.

okay i've definitely left stuff out that i've thought of but this is long asf so i'll leave it there😭

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shadowsmystic-blog · 7 years

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Blue Bolt and the Birth of The Warlock Chapter 4: Hodge the Dodge

(Also Available to read on Ao3)

Superhero AU

Shadowhunters

Relationships~ Malec ~others to be added

The city of Idris is corrupted by gangs and power hungry tyrants.

After ten years of absence Alec Lightwood has returned to fulfil his destiny.

By day he's stinking rich and running the family business. Trying to juggle competitors and a meddling Journalist.

By night he's The Blue Bolt. A crime fighter armed with ancient gifts and the heart of a warrior.

This will be a multi-chapter, multi-part series!

Heros/Villains both positively psychotic and downright ridiculous!

(Loosely based on existing Superhero characters with plenty of references!)

Magnus was slumped in the chair at work, typing away on his computer with his shoulder hunched up and head down. He was wracking his brain for any way possible to meet with the one man who might be reasoned with. The only problem was, that the man he needed to meet with was the owner and head of the company. Alexander Gideon Lightwood.

Stopping his writing of an article about the cities pollution he tapped his finger to his nose, pressing his now clear glass lenses up. If he stopped wearing his bottle thick glasses now, people would ask questions, questions he literally had no answer for. Looking at his palm and balling his fist a little before releasing he saw the tiniest of sparkle flick out, catching it in his hand and rubbing it between his fingers, sliding back to the space it popped out from and seeing it vanish. So surreal… He’d spent the rest of the night before at home trying to control this bizarre power he possessed. He was getting there but it was difficult to control what you couldn’t understand.

Looking at the screen as he switched the tabs on his browser he stopped on a picture of Alec. He was at the court a couple of days back, picture of confidence and complete control. Did he know? There’s no way he couldn’t have known of the corruption, surely. Right?

Magnus skim read through the article he’d written on Alec’s return from Europe. He was shipped off to live with his cousins for ten years ago. He’d been sent to boarding school there and his activities had been a mystery. As any 13 year old would expect their lives to be. However his sister had stayed in the city. Why hadn’t she been sent away? Why had Alec been sent at all? Conspiracy theories littered the internet. Ranging from military training camps to the child slave trade. All of which were complete nonsense. Magnus had his own dream theory that he was literally just at a fancy boarding school. His clean cut image showed it could be the truth.

Jolting a little as his phone went off on his desk, an alert from celebrity watch. Something he liked to keep on top of with his ‘need to know’ line of work. As if the heavens had blessed him. It was Alec himself, spotted going into a restaurant to meet his sister.

Shutting off his computer and grabbing his things, he darted past his very angry (as always) looking Editor, Victor Aldertree, running out the door and catching a taxi this time to head to the North of the city.

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Alec was trying to adjust his shirt, fastening his tie in such a way that it would hide the black body suit beneath.

“This will never work” He growled and pulled it off along with his shirt. “I’ll have to make do without a quick change..” Grumbling and removing his clothes to take off the suit, redressing again in the process. Sebastian chuckled and picked up the discarded costume, folding it up delicately before he rolled it up, placing it into his briefcase.

“As long as you don’t try and take out your laptop...this should work a charm” He patted closed and flattened it into a believable shape. “Now come Sir, or you’ll be late for your appointment with Isabelle” He walked to the door passed Alec his case.

As they reached the restaurant, Alec stepped out letting Sebastian know he’d call him for the pick up later, heading inside.

Isabelle was already there, her hair pulled back into a tight braid, obviously to keep it out of her food as they’d chosen a curry house to eat. An expensive one of course. The conversation flowed as comfortably as ever. Even while Alec was away he’d contacted his sister almost everyday, their relationship was strong and it was safe to say she was Blue Bolt’s biggest fan. She’d come up with the name and concept. She’d been with Alec as a supportive rock since day one of the phenomenon that happened to his body. Apparently she chose the colour because Alec looked aMAzing in cobalt blue. Not of course because his powers shone blue.

As they finished up and called for the bill, Alec’s eyes caught sight of a man stood by the window peering in. He looked a little awkward, squinting through glasses in his old clothes and trainers with tattered tongues. Tilting his head to the side a little he found he was actually quite attractive...in his own little way. His asian features, defined jawline and that adam’s apple? His neck looked… A nudge snapped his attention back to his sister who was now smirking leaning her head on her hand.

“Aleeeec” She teased. “Distracted by the pretty boy at the window?” She giggled as he blushed and shook his head tutting.

“No”

“Well...he IS looking at you…” She motioned back as Alec turned he saw the man waving frantically at him.

“Who is he? Do we know him?” He looked at him curiously, he was attracting a lot of attention with his antics. What was he doing now? Oh now he was banging on the glass.

“He looks familiar…” She nudged Alec’s arm. “Go say hi back” She teased as Alec grumbled and threw his napkin on the table, sliding the credit card to Isabelle to complete the bill. As he stepped out he peered round keeping his distance. Alec wasn’t shy about approaching attractive men, but this guy might be a crazy.

“Do I know you?” He obviously shocked the man who leapt pretty much a foot off the ground.

“Mr Lightwood!” Magnus grinned round, holding his hand out, Alec took it in a firm handshake. “Magnus Bane. Daily Angel”.

Alec groaned and rolled his eyes, great, this guy was a journalist. A tabloid one at that. The red tape slapped it’s way between them before he even got a word in.

“Such a shame” Alec sighed and moved his hand away about to walk back in when Magnus took his arm and kept him there. Alec stiffened. “Please remove your hand” He said sternly. Alec wasn’t a fan of being touched in anyway apart from a formal handshake. There was nothing formal about the hand gripping his bicep.

“Please...What do you know about the corruption in Lightwood Inc?”

Alec frowned pulling his arm away.

“Corruption? I think you have my families company confused with another...There is nothing corrupt...Lightwood Inc are working to build a bett-”

“Better future yeah yeah we GET that” Magnus rolled his eyes and pulled out his dictaphone, causing Alec to reach into his pocket out of sight flicking the security button he kept on him at all times. A fist fight was easy, but give him a match of words and politics and he was guaranteed to lose every time. “But what do you know about the under the table deals between your partner and the Downworld?” Magnus thrust his camera at Alec, the image was cloaked men barely recognisable making shady exchanges in an alleyway.

Alec shook his head laughing.

“Are you serious? This isn’t proof...you don’t have the right to slander the image of a brilliant man”. Alec stepped back as security arrived grabbing Magnus and smashing his dictaphone.

“HEY!” He yelled out being pulled backwards down the street away. “That’s mine!” He yelled again. Alec looked at the device and sighed, kicking it off the pavement and into the drains. Something catching the sunlight on his hand, looking down as there was a little bit of glitter on his palm. Frowning and dusting it off on his trousers, cursing when it stuck to them instead, muttering to himself he went back inside to go back to get his sister. What was he talking about? Hodge, corrupted? What a joke. That man had kept the company alive in his absence. Who did Magnus Bane think he was?

Alec proceeded to cancel his afternoon and decided to pay his partner a visit. He had a right to know about the vicious rumours being spread.

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Magnus stumbled down the street as he was manhandled away. That dream of Alec being an innocent boarding school boy were fizzling away. Fast. The man had defended such an obviously dirty man. How could he not see? Looking at the photo on his camera again he saw it was damaged from the way he was being held, the screen cracked but he could make out the image still. Magnus had wished he’d taken a photo before and after. The fact Hodge had arrived without his hood in a Lightwood marked car was the first guilty stamp.

Then taking multiple women into his car upon leaving was clear what his payment for co-operation was. Was it possible Alec knew about this? Magnus had seen Hodge more times that Alec had. Hell he’d interviewed him when Maryse, Robert and Max Lightwood had died and he took the reins. Mourning his equipment he trudged back to work on foot. Alec Lightwood was a jerk. A rich, powerful and gorgeous headed jerk. One he couldn’t get out of his head for the rest of the afternoon.

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Alec couldn’t seem to get that journalist out of his head.

What he’d said about the company...about Hodge. He sat in his office, watching as the accused man was pouring himself a whiskey while finishing up a call. Alec watched him as he paced the room before hanging up and taking a seat.

“Hodge...Can I ask you something?” He frowned and leant forward on his elbows. “I’m going to be blunt and you can just answer me straight...for my own peace of mind…”

Hodge looked over and scratched his beard nodding for Alec to continue.

“Has Lightwood Inc ever had any dealings with...the Downworld?” He watched as Hodge looked a little, surprised?

“Alec...are you serious? What could we possibly gain from criminals?” He shook his head looking hurt. “What gave you that idea?”

Alec shrugged.

“Just some dumb journalist..”

Hodge’s hands were clenched together in his lap, out of sight of Alec.

“A journalist? You know they will say anything for a reaction...surely you remember I personally warned you about them?”

“Yeah...some tabloid one...Magnus Bane?” Alec mumbled and ran his hands through his hair.

“BANE? Magnus BANE?” Hodge threw his head back laughing, Alec found himself laughing with him, though he was unsure why. “Are you kidding me?” He wiped his eyes whimpering with the laughing and holding his tummy. Alec guessed that it must’ve been a hilarious inside joke. “That man is nothing but a gossip...overdramatic rumour spreader…” He looked around as if to see if anyone was listening. “Between the two of us...back before the tragedy with your parents and brother, I got VERY drunk...we had a one night stand...He thought it was more and got pissed when I rejected him...because I’m entirely straight you see..he was a drunken mistake...you know those asians...could easily have been a girl right? Besides one up the ass doesn’t mean soulmate right?”

Alec’s mouth dropped and tried to ignore the ‘casual’ racism from his friend and current mentor.

“No” He replied quite bluntly. Magnus Bane was quite clearly a man. “And please stop...too much information…” He mumbled looking away, not wanting to picture this man in that way in the slightest.

“What I’m trying to say is...since then he keeps trying to pin things on me...blame me for practically everything...even things like the price of cigarettes rising in the state” He laughed and stood up patting Alec’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about that guy...he’s a joke” He wafted his hand and walked away. “Good talk Alec” He winked and left the room. Alec felt….a little angry for Magnus? No, he barely knew him, but the one he’d met tonight hardly seemed deserving of the insults and belittling. Sure Alec had pulled security on him, got a little more than mad. Alec was just defending a man he held in high regard as a child and came back to stories of his greatness.

Alec would do his own research on Magnus Bane. Look into who this guy was and make his own decisions on how legit the claims were. Hodge was definitely hiding something, the sweat was pouring off him by the time he’d left.

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Hodge walked into his office, shutting the door before all but slamming his fist into the desk, causing a crack down the middle, veins in his neck bulging as he growled. Grabbing a phone from a locked drawer in his desk he made a call.

“Bane is still breathing...NO I DON’T know how” He snarled and looked out the window over the city. “Well it’s your problem now...he saw the goods...ALL of it...mate he fucking SWAM in it” Pacing a little in agitation. “I don’t care! He thinks he can play with the big dicks? Just get rid of him? Or at least silence that ugly face” He slammed the phone down, smashing the outer case as he did. Magnus Fucking Bane of his life.

Alec’s blind trust was too valuable to lose at this point.

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Magnus had been home doing research when he fell asleep at his desk. Body exhausted.

Waking he found himself in the bushes at the Lightwood Mansion. He felt...different? He felt amazing... Running his hands over the leaves as he stepped through them he left a trail of glitter across them, body moving fluidly and hair pushed back from his face with the gold sparkles, dressed all in black and black scarf wrapped around his face he ran his hands along the walls and peered into the blacked out rooms. The car was gone, Alec seemed to be out and he lived only with his, butler?

Pressing his palm to a window lock he burst out glitter with a pop like a firecracker before the lock split into pieces, swinging the window up and sliding in he landed on the inside with a sigh, such a filthy home. There was a warmth travelling through his body as he twirled a miniature tornado of glitter and air in his palm, eyes managing to see amazingly well in the dark.

Part of him felt like he wasn’t in his body. Like he was watching from the outside as someone with the elegance and the grace of a cat, slinked around the deserted mansion. Raiding drawers and cupboards until he came across the desk in the office. Jolting the lock open with another glitter-bomb he slid his hands in, pulling out rolls of paper smirking. Bingo.

Never in his years of being a journalist. Had he ever broken into someone's home or even thought about it. Yet here he was. Completely out of control. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway caused him to make a hasty exit out the window he entered through, escaping into the night before he was discovered.

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Alec came in as Sebastian held the door for him, peeling off his gloves, his bandana already off.

“You don’t need to keep picking me up you know”

“No...but I’ve seen what you’re like after you go...under...and you’re barely able to make it back to the house in time for supper” Sebastian locked up and continued walking through the house, Alec stopping on the armchair he’d spent most of his time in and kicking off the boots trying to get air to his skin. Fanning himself with a copy of the morning paper he heard hurried shuffles returning.

“Sir” Sebastian was out of breath. “It appears we’ve had a break in…”

Alec was up in an instant, moving past where Sebastian had been and stopping to look at the busted open window.

“Is that….” He stopped and squatted down by the window, running his hands over the-

“-Glitter...Sir”

“Wha?” Dusting it off his fingers her checked the lock, scorch marks. “Is anything missing?” Sighing and following the tracks around as Sebastian was checking the safe along with any other items of value. Stopping at the desk.

“SIR” He raised his voice, stepping back as Alec came in and pulled the glitter covered draw open.

“The hell is this stuff…” He patted it off his hands and scrambled his hands. “The plans” He frowned and looked at Sebastian. “For the renovation of the East Side” Frowning he looked round at his friend. These were practically useless. Alec was no architect, he’d scribbled that down and labelled it all over on a night when he was particularly mad at the company.

“Well...someone clearly thought they hit the jackpot…Shall I get the hoover Sir?”

“Yeah...please do” He grumbled looking at it all stuck to his hands.

“The police?”

“No…” He mumbled. “Not yet..I need to see the damage...the armoury is safe?”

“First place I checked Sir” Alec sighed and left his friend to clean up, going up to have a long soak in the bath. His mind hadn’t been in it tonight. He’d been too busy thinking about Hodge. Maybe this was someone trying to scare him? Rattle him...the fact they took nothing was bothering him more than if they’d managed to raid the safe.

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Magnus woke up at home, groaning and pushing himself up, his face covered in drool from being pressed into his arm, his back ached from the strange angle he seemed to have slept in. Looking around as his eyes adjusted to the strip of light coming in through the gap in the curtains.

Realisation to what had happened last night came back to him as he saw the papers across the desk. Clasping his hands to his mouth. He’d broken into the house of the most powerful man in the city of Idris. Getting up he tripped on his trousers which seemed to be round his ankles, catching himself on the side of the desk, pulling them off his feet and sitting down, pulling the roll of paper open.

Plans? Badly drawn plans...Magnus frowned. These were drawn by Alec, clearly...His plans of what he wanted to achieve on the East Side. None of this was a secret but it seemed so...real seeing it drawn in this way. The lines were unruled, the writing rushed. Coffee stains on parts of it. It was crumpled up in corners. Part of him started to believe Alec’s innocence in the whole affair. The man needed to see the truth. Maybe hounding him in his private time wouldn’t work. His voice not as bold as those against him in the press conferences. There had to be SOME way…

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Later on as he scrolled through his documents at work he stopped as he came across the one image that should show some suspicion...an old photograph, printing it off he scribbled a note on the back before setting it up for the express post.

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Alec was in the office, going through documents as Hodge sat at the side, giving him various pointers on how the finances were adjusted and how much manpower they’d need for anything Alec was suggesting. All in all Hodge seemed to be doing his best to dishearten his plans and convince him it wasn’t in the interest of the company.

Putting the papers down he grabbed at the post, taking a break to work through it all. Hodge was already up and on the phone leaving. He was considerably more busy then Alec was. Which hurt a little knowing he was still being kept in the dark and treated like an outsider for a lot of the company affairs.

Getting to a simple envelope he opened it up, pulling out a photograph. It was old. Alec was a small child at the front. Isabelle in the arms of his Mother. Family photograph? No...Hodge was there beside his father. Then Valentine stood with his son Sebastian at his feet. Alec didn’t recognise the others. Turning the picture over he saw it had been labelled, gasping and flipping back and forth.

Wayland, Herondale, Greymark, Belcourt. Four names. Four family names that were like alarm bells in Downworld. These were the names he’d heard whispered on the streets at night. The back of the picture also showed it was a trademark to the Daily Angel.

Magnus Bane no doubt.

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Magnus was stood opposite the Lightwood building, taking photographs on his phone of various members of staff coming and going. He didn’t know what he was searching for, but he knew it would stick out like a sore thumb when he had it. Jumping nearly dropping his phone as it rang, he checked the ID as unknown. Last time he trusted an unknown number it had been someone trying to kill him.

Reluctantly he accepted the call but didn’t speak.

“Magnus Bane?” Alexander

“Mr Lightwood?”

“I got your letter...I’d like to discuss this matter with you...but in private” He spoke as if in a whisper. Magnus’ innocent and naive heart told him to trust that this was the breakthrough he’d needed.

“Of course...when where?”

“Tonight...Pandemonium...My driver will meet you outside at 8pm” He hung up, Magnus wasn’t sure what he expected sending the photograph. He knew he’d get attention...but a private meeting in a seedy club was definitely a surprise. A little terrifying as well.

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phgq · 4 years

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1-2 finish for Muay Thai Waikru pairs

#PHnews: 1-2 finish for Muay Thai Waikru pairs

BAGUIO CITY – And the gold keeps piling up.

Jearome Calica made good his return to the South East Asian Games and won the gold medal in the Muay Thai Waikru and Taksa competition at the Subic Bay Exhibition Convention Center in Subic on Wednesday.

After winning the gold in wushu sanda in the 2001 edition of the biennial meet, the 37-year-old movie stuntman joined forces with Joemar Gallaza for a 9.95 point performance to walk away with the gold medal.

The win came after the Igorot-Visayas pair of Rusha Bayacsan and Ireden Lepatan did wonders as they worked their way to a silver medal finish.

It was a performance noteworthy as they were just .02 off the winner -- Thailand -- after scoring 9.45, against the Thai duo that scored 9.47 points.

Vietnam was a far third after checking in with 9.02 points.

Although delayed by at least a day due to typhoon "Tisoy", the pair came in prepared for the event where they face a Thai duo.

“Warrior spirit ang mga yan (They are in a fighting mode),” said Brenda Tarnate, mother of Bayacsan, and a former muay Thai competitor who is now a coach.

Tarnate said the two ladies have a good relationship with Lepatan now practically her “adoptive daughter”, who she calls an Igorot due to her muscled legs.

The 29-year-old Cebu beauty has been often mistaken as a highlander, that elicited laughter from the former Muay Thai competitor.

Most of the time, she prepares the duo before competitions – braids their hair, put on makeup and sees to it that the dress would bring out the beauty of the two while still looking like warriors.

“I had to learn all of these by watching YouTube,” she said with a laugh during a pictorial of the waikru pairs at a photo studio here prior to the group's departure for Subic.

The victory of the pair was the first for the muay Thai squad coached by Billy Alumno, one of the more famous practitioners of the sport in the Cordillera and a former boxer.

Alumno earlier said the duo could well have a chance to win it all but will face a tough Thai team.

“I’m not really banking on them winning the gold but the duo will fight it out,” the former Palarong Pambansa player said.

Alumno is now looking at Calica and Gallaza.

“The two has a better chance than the girls because there is no Thai team,” he earlier told the Philippine News Agency on Dec. 3.

Divine Wally exacted her revenge on Vietnamese Nguyen Thi Chinh to win the women’s 48-kilogram wushu sanda in a near sweep of the event.

It was Nguyen who beat the 25-year-old MAPEH UC student in the World Wushu Championships held in Shanghai last October.

“I’m very happy and grateful,” Wally told the PNA in a Facebook message from Manila Tuesday night after taking her second SEAG gold.

Tuesday saw four of her teammates win: Clemente Tagubara Jr. (men's sanda 65 kg), Francisco Solis (men's sanda 56 kg), Arnel Roa Mandal (men's sanda 52 kg) and Jessie Aligaga (men's sanda 48 kg).

The four took the top spot in the Chinese kickboxing as Aligaga defeated Permana Ade of Indonesia, Mandal downed Pratama Laksamana of Indonesia, Solis edged Widiyanto Yusuf of Indonesia and Tagubara got past Suksanguan Kittisak of Thailand.

Only Gideon Padua failed in his bid in his very first SEAG as the 19-year-old recent graduate of senior high fell in the finals to Bui Truong Guang of Vietnam in the 60kg.

"First of all, I want to thank Lord Jesus Christ who gave me strength… and to my family, friends, teammates (who were) there since day 1. Nahirapan ako sa iniinda kong body pain (It was difficult especially with the body pain I had),” he told the PNA.

“Babawi na lang ako sa susunod (I promise to do better the next time),” he added.

Team Wushu has a total of seven golds after Agatha Wong's victory in taijijian (straight sword form) and taijiquan aside from two silver and two bronze medals.

Jones Inso on his SEAG debut took the silver in taijijian, while the soon to be retiring Daniel Parantac took the bronze in taijiquan. The men’s duilian trio of Inso, Thornton Lou Sayan and Jonezeth Gajo finished third.

It was the second time Team Philippines took the overall title in the event after the success of the Eduard Folayang-led squad in 2005 which was held in Manila.

Folayang, who went to see his cousin Wally play and encourage the team, led the 2005 squad to 12-4-2 gold-silver-bronze performance.

It was the second of his three SEAG gold medal after his 2003 success and 2011, after a heartbreaking debut in 2001. (PNA)

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References:

* Philippine News Agency. "1-2 finish for Muay Thai Waikru pairs." Philippine News Agency. https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1087973 (accessed December 05, 2019 at 09:48PM UTC+14).

* Philippine News Agency. "1-2 finish for Muay Thai Waikru pairs." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1087973 (archived).

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sportslive247news-blog · 7 years

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Then, film theater tickets for the battling exhibition of the year are being sold at $40 per grown-up ahead of time. An entire rundown of taking an interest theaters can be found at www.FathomEvents.com .

Comprehend Events and Mayweather Promotions reported the organization on Tuesday.

'The Money Fight' will be communicated just on DStv and will air live and in great HD on SuperSport 2 and Maximo 1 in the early hours of Sunday, August 27.

DStv Premium clients will be dealt with to a ringside see when SuperSport crosses to the T-Mobile Arena in Las Vegas at 1 am (GMT) for the activity stuffed undercard, with the primary session anticipated that would begin after 3 am.

"Not at all like in the US where the battle will be accessible on pay-per-see in HD for $99.95, DStv clients will appreciate the occasion as a component of the DStv Premium offering, at no additional cost" says Cecil Sunkwa Mills, General Manager, MultiChoice Ghana.

With regards to the convention of exhibiting super-battles, from Marvin Hagler versus Tommy Hearns and Mike Tyson versus Michael Spinks to Mayweather against Manny Pacquiao, SuperSport has been in the cutting edge of conveying the most-foreseen occasions in the realm of games. This has been at the highest priority on our rundown as far back as the Mayweather vs Mcgregor Live PPV battle was declared," said Gideon Khobane, CEO of SuperSport. "Individuals keep on talking of the considerable battles we conveyed to watchers in the 1980s and past. Be that as it may, this is more than a battle, it's a uber occasion with layers of contention, fervor, and interest. We'll additionally be assembling awesome foundation programming for our esteemed DStv clients around the battle." Charged as "The Money Fight", the challenge has drawn as much acclaim as it has feedback for the idea of the coordinate: boxing's most commended warrior of the most recent decade against Mixed Martial Arts' most brilliant star who presently can't seem to participate in an expert boxing battle.

Huge battle fans can watch by means of their decoders or on DStv Now, on the web or the application.

Non-DStv clients will have the capacity to watch the battle on the web TV benefit Showmax by means of Vodafone later in the day. By subscribing to the diversion package at an insignificant charge you can get to Showmax for boundless survey of more than 25 000 TV indicate scenes, motion pictures, kids shows, and documentaries.Former boxing best on the planet Mayweather and UFC champion McGregor, who will box on 26 August, will start the four-day visit in Los Angeles on 11 July.

They will then proceed onward to Toronto and New York before showing up in London from 19:00 BST next Friday.

Tickets for the Los Angeles and New York occasions are free, with Toronto and London points of interest to be affirmed.American Mayweather, a previous champion at five weights, is leaving retirement at 40 to battle 28-year-old UFC lightweight champion McGregor from the Republic of Ireland. The two contenders are relied upon to acquire up to $100m (£78.5m) from the session, which would make it one of the wealthiest in history.Former official executive of the Nevada State Athletic Commission Marc Ratner comprehends the administrative difficulties including Floyd Mayweather versus Conor McGregor, yet observes no issue with it.Ratner, who's presently the UFC's Senior Vice President of Regulatory Affairs, was in charge of directing various prominent fights amid his over 20-year residency with the NSAC. What's more, he's completely going to play a part with the polarizing matching between the boxing legend and the UFC's lightweight champ.

While he understands that McGregor's absence of ace boxing knowledge is absolutely a factor in the condition, he trusts that conditions – and chronicled points of reference – make the ballyhoo a legitimate one.

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"It's extreme for the commission to affirm this current, there's no doubt," Ratner as of late told MMAjunkie. "Furthermore, I think Conor perhaps did some beginner boxing, yet positively he's never battled star. You need to take that jump. I trust that it's approvable from numerous points of view, since he's such a decent competitor.

"I backpedal to the late 50s, that I recollect that Pete Rademacher was battling Floyd Patterson. Pete Rademacher was making his professional presentation for the heavyweight title. So have these battles occurred some time recently? Beyond any doubt. Antonio Inoki versus Cassius Clay – or Muhammad Ali around then. It's a scene, it's engaging. I know a ton of states would state, today, that they could never support it. On the off chance that it went to their state, I think they would."

Mayweather (49-0 boxing) and McGregor (21-3 MMA, 9-1 UFC) are set to meet in a 12-round boxing session on Aug. 26 at Las Vegas' T-Mobile Arena. While it's not yet authoritatively authorized, NSAC Executive Director Bob Bennett has expressed that the commission will have no issue green-lighting it given McGregor's experience.

Ratner, who was enlisted into the International Boxing Hall of Fame early a year ago, says he had no dynamic part in the discussions. His initially sign that things were really advancing came fourteen days back, when Mayweather Promotions' Leonard Ellerbe and Mayweather himself implied at it to him. Not that long from that point onward, UFC president Dana White educated him regarding a question and answer session, Remember however that Stubhub is an optional market site, and tickets for the occasion are still not formally discounted. Before the end of last month, Dana White advised fans to keep an eye out for fake sellers who were at that point putting tickets available to be purchased on hawker sites.FLOYD Mayweather says he fears UFC star Conor McGregor could do a "Jeff Horn'' and spring an immense surprise in front of what lingers as the greatest battle ever."I'm anticipating it," Ratner said. "I will be energized and we'll see what Conor can do. I'm a major enthusiast of Floyd. He can do everything. He's truly difficult to hit. What's more, he's been off two or three years. He never escapes shape, however he is 40 years of age. So we'll see.

"I think it helps the two games from multiple points of view. There will be a considerable measure of antagonism, there's no doubt. In any case, the more individuals discuss it, the more individuals abhor it, despite everything they'll watch it. What's more, that is what truly matters to it."

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The N-Word and How To Use It

It's what blacks have always done since we hit America's shores: we take what's given us and we find a way to make it our own. By Bennie M. Currie

N-I-G-G-E-R. I'll never forget the first time I accidentally used that word in mixed company. It was 20 years ago at the University of Missouri, and I was engaged in lighthearted chitchat with Kent, my white roommate, when I casually called him a "nigger."

For a second I'd forgotten that I was not among my black friends in my old neighborhood in Saint Louis, where calling a buddy "nigger" was synonymous with calling him "brother" or "man." It was just another way to talk cool, using a word that had become a part of our vocabulary long before we were aware of all its varied meanings and usages.

I was barely conscious of my accidental utterance, but there was nothing casual about Kent's reaction. His eyes widened, and his body flinched as though he'd just absorbed a boxer's jab. Then he snapped to an upright position on the edge of his bed, narrowed his eyes, and pointed an index finger at me. "I'm not a nigger," he said, his tone implying that he thought I was a nigger. He never actually called me a nigger, but the mere suggestion was enough to put me in a fighting mood.

"Do I look like a nigger to you?" I shouted.

"But you just called me a nigger," he replied.

"Well, that's different. You can't call me that. Not ever."

Fortunately, our dorm mates stopped this exchange before I could throw a punch at Kent, who probably thought I was nuts. Actually I was simply too angry to realize that I was the one at fault.

By calling Kent a nigger, I'd exposed him to what my old neighborhood friends called a "black thing" he didn't understand. The "thing" is the love/hate relationship many black people have with "nigger," one of the most complex, perplexing, and emotionally incendiary words in the American lexicon. And to be truthful, black people are hardly unified in their understanding or usage of this piece of slang.

There have been times in my life when I've felt very comfortable using the word, but I've also struggled with its usage. And now that I'm a parent I cringe at the notion that my two children will someday have to try to understand what these six letters mean to them, their friends and foes, and the larger society. While my wife and I are readying ourselves for questions like "Where do babies come from?" I know that none will be more vexing than the first innocent query about the N-word.

I could take the easy way out and tell our kids that "nigger" is a bad word that good boys and girls should never use. Or maybe I could recite the old "sticks and stones" adage and tell them it's a name that can never hurt them. But neither tactic is likely to work, especially the second, since I don't believe it myself.

If my kids are destined to be introduced to a word born of racial hatred, then their parents should be the ones to do it. But television, the Internet, the school playground, and other competitors for our kids' attention may get to them first. Or a dictionary.

Last February Kathryn Williams, curator of the Museum of African American History in Flint, Michigan, was asked by a little boy, "Am I a nigger because I'm black?" She told the naturally curious child that a nigger was any ignorant person, then advised him to look up the word in the dictionary for reassurance. The kid paged through the venerable Merriam-Webster's Collegiate Dictionary, where he found that "nigger" is a term for "a black person--usu. taken to be offensive." With only minor revisions, this definition has existed for nearly half a century.

This was a shocking revelation for Williams, who started a petition drive to pressure Merriam-Webster to revise the definition. Her campaign gained momentum last September, when Emerge magazine ran a brief article about it. Since then, scores of people have joined her, many of them contending that the current definition inaccurately explains the meaning of the word. Some of them also believe the racial epithet is undeserving of inclusion in a dictionary and want it deleted altogether.

I know why Williams and others like her are upset. Being called "nigger" by a white person or a white-run institution is a slap in the face for many blacks. It evokes thoughts of the sorry legacy of slavery and the racism that haunts the nation. And it hurts. When I checked out the definition in my own copy of the Collegiate edition I felt stung--particularly since I knew that dictionaries are almost as ubiquitous as Gideon Bibles.

I don't believe the publishers of the collegiate edition meant to offend anyone. Most likely, they were simply reflecting the confusion that stems from the paradoxical usage of the word among Americans of all hues, cultures, and generations.

Since my dorm-room experience, several whites have told me of their own struggles to understand the term--and to understand why a word that was used for centuries by white people to disparage and dehumanize their black slaves and today is a chief element of hatespeak (witness the Nigger Joke Center on the World Wide Web) is cool for blacks to use but taboo for them. They ask, How can any self-respecting black person stand to use it? Why do black kids call each other "my nigga" in such endearing tones, privately as well as publicly? Is this a "self-hatred thing"?

I say no. It's what blacks have always done since we hit America's shores 400 years ago. We take what's given to us, or thrown at us, and we find a way to make it our own. Blacks melded African rhythms and European music to create jazz, this country's only original musical art form. We took the parts of livestock whites didn't care to eat--intestines, tongues, ears, and feet--mixed them with our native African dishes and conjured up soul food.

In the same manner, blacks took the loaded term "nigger" and disarmed it by making it a household word. In fact, we went on to embrace it by using it to spice up poetry, rap lyrics, and many a comedy stand-up routine. A case in point is Paul Mooney, a comedian and writer (Saturday Night Live, Good Times, and In Living Color). He doesn't just use "nigger" to accent his stand-up act. It's often the focal point of his jokes. In one bit he complains about the flak he catches from whites who sometimes object more vociferously to his liberal use of the word than do many blacks. "Make that nigger stop saying nigger. He's giving me a nigger headache," he jokes. "Well white folks, you shouldn't have ever made up the word. You fucked up. I say nigger 100 times every morning. It makes my teeth white."

Chris Rock, who currently hosts a weekly HBO talk show, is another funny man at peace with his use of "nigger." While my grandmother has never heard of him, she and Rock assign a similar meaning to the term. The hot comic told B.E.T. Weekend magazine he uses it to describe "a certain kind of black person who wallows in ignorance and likes being ignorant." During a recent HBO special, Rock expressed this point of view with these one-liners: "Niggers react to books the way vampires react to sunlight." "Niggers always want credit for something they should be doing. 'I take care of my kids.' You're supposed to take care of your kids!" "Black people don't give a damn about welfare reform. Niggers are shaking in their boots."

Rock, who used to lampoon CBS anchor Bryant Gumbel for "talking white," recently apologized publicly for using such a label. But he doesn't plan to cut "nigger" out of his act anytime soon. "I'll stop when niggas stop," he said. "Niggas robbed my house, robbed my mother's house. Black people didn't do that." He adds, "I would love to have no reason to use the word. I'd love for it to be obsolete."

Richard Pryor, one of Rock's role models, was at the height of his legendary career in 1982, when he vowed never again to use the word to refer to another black person. He said he'd had an epiphany during a visit to Africa. He didn't see any "niggers" in the motherland and realized that blacks there had no need to use the word. Pryor shared his pledge with the audience during a stand-up routine that was later released as a feature film, Richard Pryor Live on the Sunset Strip. The statement inspired lots of blacks to make the same vow.

I haven't made that pledge, but before I saw Pryor's film I never thought twice about why I used "nigger." I'm less comfortable using it now, but because of my lifelong cultural association with the word, I can't foresee total avoidance. Because my kids have a different culture, I've never used it around them, and I don't intend to.

Since my kids aren't going to grow up hearing "nigger" under our roof, the question still remains: How should I explain this word to them? There's only one way to do it--candidly and carefully. I'll tell them that the word is a national shame and at times a painful reminder of their ancestors' struggle for freedom. And I'll explain that the term has a history just as relevant as Jim Crow, the Revolutionary War, lynching, or Watergate, which is why forcing a dictionary to delete it would be a mistake, would be censorship.

Meanwhile the people at Merriam-Webster are busy mulling a revision of their definition of "nigger," according to spokesman Steve Perrault. He wrote me via E-mail that it's too early to pinpoint when or if a change will be made, but he assured me the issue will be resolved before the dictionary's next scheduled major update, in 2003. "The problem for us is that it's not simply a matter of changing one entry," Perrault said. "If we revise our treatment of the offensive word, we also have to revise our treatment of the many other offensive words in the dictionary. That makes it a fairly major undertaking, and our feeling is that we want to be sure we're getting it right."

Sounds like a good idea. But does this really require much deliberation? I don't think so. The third edition of the American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language already has it figured out. Its definition of "nigger" begins with the words "offensive slang...used as a disparaging term for a black person." As an illustration, a quote from James Baldwin follows: "You can only be destroyed by believing that you really are what the white world calls a Negro."

This interpretation seems fair and accurate to me. It's even suitable for the eyes of a child. And it may even enlighten a confused college kid or two.

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