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momo-de-avis · 2 years

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I am eternally amazed at how sensitive the portuguese are at the subject of colonialism. The idea that we practised some sort of soft colonialism is so ingrained in our minds people will be fighting for their lives to defend this idea (which, btw, is still a remnant of Salazar's propaganda). Brazil's colonialism is such a hyper sensitive topic you can see the vein popping on the neck of the average Zé when someone even lightly mentions accountability. I dead ass remember my 7th grade teacher telling our class that Brazil's colonialism consisted of "jesuit priests playing music, which enticed the natives" and that was it (flutes too, to be precise, for some fucking reason) and everyone has just blindly believed this and refused to accept the actual horrible history we're a part of. Portuguese people will be fighting for their lives on technicalities. Say "The portuguese invented the slave trade" and Salvador over there will jump from under the table to explain that akshually african people were the ones to sell their own people as slaves!!! And askhually, slavery goes back for centuries!! You know what they mean, you know what needs to be discussed here, but my boy Salvador is on a mission. He doesn't even care that he's regurgitating fascist propaganda that was entirely built on ahistorical facts that specifically sought to promote colonialism and imperialism as a progressive idea, no, none of that matters. It matters that we are miserable people who will perpetually long for the past, look back on something utterly atrocious and willingly ignore the brutality of it, because we cannot come to terms with the fact that today we live in a country that's ripe with corruption, unlivable wages and high cost of living; we cannot come to terms with the fact that we did all this colonialism just to be a poor fucking country that's being exploited by digital nomads; in fact, we just cannot tolerate the idea that we're just a summer resort for americans and brits and have absolutely no economical relevance in the world, not even cultural, but hey, cultural meaning can be invented. So we look back, we wail and cry and look back at these centuries when we pillaged, enslaved and destroyed because at least we meant something, because we once divided the world in two with Spain, that's how big our balls were once, and because once people knew who we were, they our name beyond the one football player. We purposefully disregard the horrid shit. We coast through life without ever, ever acknowledging it ever existed. We're taught in school colonialism was soft core at best, tell some bullshit about some priests with flutes and be done with it, and then when someone finally confronts us for our history, on god, we'll be fighting with everything we have to prove to you that our colonialism was just fine, and we, white men of the 16th century, showed these countries the meaning of civilisation! Orgulhosamente sós, am i right bitches

#i love my country #but i just cannot identify with the portuguese people #I'm fed up with this shit #and i feel i have a responsibility as a tour guide #i dont actually talk about colonialism bc there's no time #we don't even talk about the discoveries #well okay we di briefly but it's because of the codfish actually #but if someone asks I'll answer #and i don't hold back #this is just so fucking stupid #i follow creators that talk about this #and I'll be watching an educational video and learning #and you open the comments #and there's santiago thinking he is a modern day afonso henriques #defending colonialism like this was 16th century #hell there's people out there who are proud of the fact that columbus married a PT woman #and was here before he went to isabella #my guy John II was genuinely a harsh even cruel man #and he even he told Columbus to pound sand!!!!! why do you want to claim him tf!!!!!#sorry for the rqnt #rant

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mxliv-oftheendless · 4 years

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Gods’ Children AU

OOPS IT’S ANOTHER AU. Lol will I ever stop thinking of these? Probably not.

So yeah, once again, I in my infinite sappy dorkiness have come up with yet another KISSteria AU. I’m only a little sorry if this is incredibly stupid, but I thought it was a good idea, so I decided to write it out. Shout out to @cosmicrealmofkissteria for letting me ramble to her about this AU idea a couple weeks ago :) Hope you guys enjoy this!

So in this AU:

The Gods of Sphynxia’s pantheon are all regular old mortal humans. They’re just humans, that exist on Earth, and do human stuff.

The Patron Gods of the Warrior Troupe, however, are their parents.

What does this look like, you ask? WELL...

SET AND SEKHMET

Set and Sekhmet have the kind of relationship where everyone’s lost as to how Sekhmet puts up with him.

They bicker like, a lot.

But that’s just how they work. There’s no malice in their bickering, and they would rather hurt themselves than even dream of hurting each other. And if it ever does turn into a full-blown fight, they’re able to work it out eventually (it definitely involves angry sex).

Also Sekhmet doesn’t put up with Set’s shit, because she’s kind of a badass.

Set owns a biker joint, and used to be a biker himself, but left his gang after he opened his bar. He was known as the gang’s resident hothead with a “temper of chaos”.

Sekhmet is a kickboxing instructor that used to be a full-time prizefighter. She doesn’t anymore, however.

Bomani is their adopted son; his parents were murdered when he was very young. Set and Sekhmet were their next-door neighbors in the apartment building they lived in, and offered to take him in afterwards.

Well, I say offered; it was more like they fought like hell to make it happen because they were both VERY aware of what the foster system is like, and Bomani was so young and for crying out loud hE JUST LOST HIS PARENTS.

The murderer is, thankfully, in prison. For a while he received letters from both Set and Sekhmet that… let’s just say if the murderer got killed while in prison, the letters would lead to Set and Sekhmet being potential suspects.

Sekhmet and Bomani are the only people you’ll ever see Set be soft around. Everyone else gets his “I have no feelings dumbfuck” side. But it doesn’t change the fact that he would take a bullet for either of them.

SOBEK AND THOTH

Sobek and Thoth are awkward soft gays that are a beautiful blend of jock and intellectual.

They actually knew each other in high school, and funnily enough had crushes on each other. They ran into each other years later, realized their old feelings were still there, and started dating… and years later they got married.

They like… almost never fight. Sure, they debate, and when they’re tired they’re a little snippy, but they almost never argue. And when they do, they talk it out and have sweet make-up sex afterwards.

Sobek is a professional swimmer and is seriously dedicated to it. The amount of trophies and medals he has is certainly proof of that. Maybe he’s not the quickest-thinking person, but give him time and he can come to a solution for a problem eventually.

Thoth owns a bookstore that has a pretty respectable vintage collection. He’s probably the definition of academia. He’s very smart, has a career as a bookbinder and loves to read, and can quote word for word the beginning paragraph of Pride and Prejudice and the entirety of The Tell-Tale Heart. He’s a skinny, glasses-wearing guy who has really nice handwriting, and loves his husband and son.

(And no, he totally doesn’t stare shamelessly at Sobek when he’s not wearing a shirt… just kidding he totally does)

Dalila is their son, born from a surrogacy, that again, both of them would take a bullet for. They both love to smugly boast about him taking after them; he’s a really good swimmer, and he loves to read.

One of their biggest “proud dads” moments was when Dalila got sent to the office by his first-grade teacher after he kept speaking out in class… by protesting that Christopher Columbus didn’t actually discover America and his voyage led to Indians becoming slaves. (The teacher, of course, neglected to mention that part)

PTAH AND KHONSU

Ptah and Khonsu are long-term boyfriends that banter with but will raise hell for each other and for Masika.

Like with Set and Sekhmet, they banter, a hell of a lot, but there’s never any malice in there.

What’s funny is, whenever they do argue, usually it’s about a little ridiculous thing. And there will without fail be a point where they stop, take a step back, think about what they’re doing… and crack up laughing.

Ptah is an architect, and he does a very good job; his architectural firm has gained a lot more clients thanks to him. He also likes to build things himself.

Khonsu is an ethologist with a specialty in nocturnal animals. He is very passionate about his job; he will literally go on rants about how intelligent bats actually are and how people zombify them simply because of their connection in fiction to vampires. One time it actually led to him calling someone out on their evident racism, and to Ptah dragging him out of the room before he got into a fistfight.

Masika is actually Ptah’s godson. Though a series of unfortunate and very messy events for all involved, Masika was transferred into Ptah’s custody, and he and Khonsu now co-parent him.

Officially it’s co-parenting; but Masika’s considered them his actual parents for years now.

Masika has a troublemaking streak, and likes to pull admittedly-impressive pranks on people. Ptah blames Khonsu as an enabler, and Khonsu doesn’t protest that because he knows it’s true.

Not that Ptah can say anything—he loves Masika.

Their snark definitely rubbed off on Masika; there’s been many a time where he’s come home with a note from his teacher for being “disrespectful”.

But as mentioned before, even though he’s a snarky, wild little shit, both Ptah and Khonsu would raise hell for him.

ISIS AND HORUS

Isis and Horus are… pretty much couple goals. They’re a dynamic duo. They’re so in sync with each other. They just… work.

Basically they’re the relationship everyone wishes they had, and that some people are skeptical of its existence.

Isis is a therapist, and has a big clientele because of how good of a therapist she is.

Horus is an ornithologist—or as Sobek calls him, a bird nerd. In fairness, he really loves to study birds. His office is filled with statues of different birds, posters of bird anatomy, the works.

They adopted Vinneketh as their son when he was a little boy. Vinneketh was literally dropped off at an orphanage by his parents, who never explained why and instead just left him there. This, as a result, left him with deep abandonment issues.

And his biological parents better hope they never run into Isis and Horus, because these two are prepared to fight them over this.

A memory that still breaks their hearts to think about is from about a month after they adopted Vinneketh. He decided he was going to wash the dishes for his new parents, and while doing so accidentally dropped and broke a plate. He instantly burst into tears, desperately apologizing and begging them to not send him away.

It’s still a long and winding road, and has involved a lot of therapy and gentle reassurance, but Vinneketh is doing much better.

Also, in the future: Bastet and Hathor are the lesbian power couple that declare themselves Ayesha’s moms, since she already has two dads. Vinneketh and Demon know better than to argue against that. Ayesha’s just stoked to have two moms alongside her two dads.

In summation: all these couples would all take a bullet and/or raise hell for their sons. So even though they may not be their biological parents, they’re incredibly capable of loving them just as much as a parent should.

#Shandi's KISSteriaverse #even tho it's like... really not #kissteriaverse modern au #even tho again it's like... really not #why do i keep doing this? i have no clue #the bigger question is why do i keep thinking of angsty stuff to write for vinneketh #bc istg it's so sad that he even felt compelled to wash the dishes in the first place #also i'm probably not gonna do anything with this au #this was just an idea that i decided to flesh out in greater depth so...#make of this what you will #hope you enjoyed it at least #kiss au writing #my writing #my random bullshit

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knifeshoeoreofight · 7 years

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So the above photos, this tweet, and some spirited conversations in the group chat led to this ficlet. Much contribution from @sidsknee and @ehghtyseven, the best bits were their ideas. Make sure you take a look at @sidsknee‘s AO3 here.

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Shape of You

Geno feels like shit. The ice packs the trainers sent him back to the hotel with have gone warm. They’re going to take ages to refreeze in the tiny freezer of his mini fridge; and in the meantime, he’d like to maybe sleep, at some point. Their flight tomorrow is at ass’o’clock in the morning. He can’t wait to be back home. This entire road trip has been hellish, with tonight's game the worst of all.

He tosses the ice packs aside with a curse and heads out to the ice machine. It’ll be far from the first time he’s jury-rigged an ice pack with the flimsy ice bucket liner. He could probably call the front desk, but hockey star or no, he feels kinda shitty making people run around doing stuff that he can do himself. Quickly and easily and without talking to other humans: his ideal mode of operation after a hard loss.

Thankfully their floor is quiet. Most of the guys are either quietly decompressing in their rooms or out trying to party their woes away. Thankfully they hadn’t tried to drag their captain along. Heaven knows he loves a night out, but, just, not now.

When he turns the hallway corner by the ice machine area, however, he stops short. There’s someone dithering in front of the vending machines. The first thing he notices is the loudly patterned pajama pants. Nothing but the Pens logo, over and over.

And then.

Now, Geno spends all of his time around hockey players and the women who gravitate to hockey players. He’s seen some fantastic asses in his time. His own, too, is a source of pride. Geno perhaps considered himself an expert in aesthetically pleasing backsides.

He was wrong.

The ass blessing those pajama pants is the most glorious thing he’s ever seen.

And then his eyes move up, past a sweet dip into a solid looking waist, then is almost surprised at the broad shoulders stretching the thin T-shirt the person is wearing. Very broad, very heavy shoulders. Damn.

Now Geno would typically never approach a fan like this. That way lies headaches for Pens PR, and NDAs, and possibly restraining orders. But.

FUCK.

He clears his throat. “Nice pants.”

And Angel Ass turns around. The first thing Geno sees is that the faded, too-small sleep shirt he’s wearing has Geno’s own name and likeness on it. Geno grins, suddenly giddy.

“ I’m like shirt better though,” he says. Angel Ass makes a strangled noise, and then Geno tears his gaze from his own silhouette stretched across perfect pecs and meets his eyes. Angel Ass’s face is white, and he looks partly like he can’t believe what’s happening and partly like he wants to sink through the floor and die. Geno, on the other hand, thinks he might be the one hallucinating. Angel Ass has stunning hazel eyes and a mouth that’s pure sin. Messy black curls and cheekbones Geno’s seen before on supermodels. All the hopes and plans he has of trying to be funny, or clever, or maybe even communicating in English evaporate. Hell, he’s not even sure of his Russian at the moment.

“You guys were staying in this hotel?” Angel Ass squeaks out. Pale shock leaves his face as his cheeks flood crimson. Then, softly: “oh fuck me.”

A fantastic idea, Geno thinks wildly. “What’s your name? Can I buy you drink?” He manages. “At bar, downstairs. You tell me where you buy pants. I’m want some too I think.” The pants, he sees, that are pooling over Angel Ass’s bare feet in a way that’s really cute and oddly vulnerable.

“Sid,” Sid says, glancing down shyly. “And, uh, for sure.” He looks up quickly, horrified. “Oh God, not in these clothes though. Holy shit.”

Geno laughs delightedly. “Everybody will say I am most...what’s word?” He snaps his fingers, annoyed that the word doesn’t come.

The corner of Sid’s mouth twitches up a little. Oh, he’s so lovely. “Egotistical? Self-absorbed?”

“Yes!” Geno grins.”I’m best, but have to pretend I’m not know.” He mimes a face of exaggerated false modestly, and Sid giggles. There's nothing else to call it. It sounds like if a waterbird could giggle. Geno is hopelessly charmed. “Meet you here? Five minutes. I’m wait.” Sid nods, blushing even more, then books it down the hall. Geno manages not to gape after him as he goes. It takes supreme effort and Geno is righteously proud of himself.

It takes Sid most of the way through two beers to really relax. By that point, Geno’s got him talking hockey, and Sid is actually astonishingly perceptive. Geno’s swinging wildly between being really fucking turned on by his knowledge and intensity and just kinda melting like a sap at how cute Sid is.

Geno’s got his chin propped in one hand, unable to take his eyes off of Sid as he expounds on the issues with the Pens’ second powerplay unit. He’s still flushed, from the beer and his passion for hockey now instead of embarrassment. Geno is grateful none of his teammates are in the bar, because the face he’s probably making at Sid would likely be a fineable offence. But Geno can’t help it.

Sid’s started in on a particularly technical explanation involving both of their glasses, a couple of beer mats, and three peanuts filched from the dish on the bar. One of which Geno steals and eats in a bid to try and look less moony and besotted. Sid frowns at him.

“You just...ate Kris Letang.”

“Not enough salt to be Tanger. Too boring, is probably Phil,” Geno retorts, and Sidney laughs, expression warm. Geno acts on impulse and lays his hand over Sid’s on the table between them.

“You give me number? See you again when we back in Columbus?” Geno’s throat feels tight. He can’t lose Sid right after meeting him like this.

Sid’s eyes are shining, and he turns his hand under Geno’s to lace their fingers together. “Uh, actually? I’m on a business trip. I’m usually based in Pittsburgh.” Geno almost can’t believe it. He feels like he did when he was drafted. Like what’s happening right now is too good to be real.

“You go to games? Wear jersey? Wear my jersey?” Geno asks, voice low. Sid stares at him, pupils blown wide.

Then, blandly, the little shit: “Of course not. Fleury’s more important than you any day.” Geno throws back his head and laughs.

“I’m buy you,” he tells Sid. “Buy you all of my jersey.” Which doesn’t make that much sense, but, whatever. He’s not really talking about buying Sid clothes. The subtext is: he wants Sid to be his. Heaven knows he already feels like Sid’s, even after a scant two hours in his presence.

Sid raises his chin. “Yeah?” His expression says he knows exactly what Geno’s not saying. “I’ll hold you to that, eh?”

Geno has to, he just does. After a quick scan of the room to make sure nobody’s paying attention, he leans over and brushes his lips just barely to the side of Sid’s mouth. When Sid blinks at him, he shrugs. “I’m Russian. Emotional guy. Sometimes we just kissing people.” Sid looks at him for a long moment, then reaches in his pocket, tosses something on the table, and abruptly gets up. Geno rises to beg him to come back, or to apologize, but then he sees what Sid threw down. It’s...a room key.

Geno has to sit down for a moment, clutching the key to his heart. The loss is a distant memory. His bruises and aches don’t even register. He, Evgeni Vladimirovich Malkin, is the luckiest motherfucker on the planet.

(Author’s Note: cut to Geno lying in bed staring at the ceiling, Sid asleep on his chest, wondering how soon is too soon to ask someone to marry you. Fun fact: he manages to control himself for an entire year of dating but did keep a ring in his sock drawer from their two-month anniversary onwards. And then he loves his husband for a thousand reasons, only one of which is his Perfect Ass)

#sidgeno #sidney crosby/evgeni malkin #hockey rpf #dana writes a thing

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itsjaybullme · 6 years

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The Trials of Sergio

Per Bernal

DATELINE: SATURDAY, MAY 20, 2017, WESTCHESTER COUNTY CENTER, WHITE PLAINS, NY

It was 10:20 p.m. as Jon Delarosa and Sergio Oliva Jr. stood waiting as the last two men standing—one of them would be declared winner of the 2017 New York Pro. It was Delarosa’s fifth attempt at the event and Oliva’s first. In fact it was the latter’s pro debut, a status earned when he took the super-heavyweight and overall titles at the 2015 NPC Nationals. Because of the inheritance of one of the most famous and lauded names in bodybuilding (his father, Sergio Senior, was three-time Mr. Olympia, 1967–69, and a leading icon of the sport), his debut was under extreme observation. It was like watching Mickey Mantle Jr. getting into the major leagues. Could the kid handle the burden of one of the most famous names in bodybuilding?

In his stentorian “Live from Burbank” TV announcer voice, emcee Bob Cicherillo rasped out the name “Jon Delarosa!” The runner-up slumped forward in disappointment, the winner sank to his knees and held his head in his hands, his body shaking with emotion.

It should have been one of the happiest moments of Oliva’s life; a dream fulfilled, critics answered. Instead it was the culmination of the most miserable and desperate period of his life. Absorbing the win caused a sense of relief to slowly, slowly envelop him. He digested his present position. At that moment of victory, he had hardly any money to his name. A long-standing sponsor had terminated his contract earlier in the year, and then a prospective new sponsor who seemed ready to make a deal pulled out eight weeks before his Big Apple assignment.

Courtesy of Sergio Oliva Jr.

A synchronized double biceps with wife Brooke.

That lack of income led to the domino effect of the power and services in his Venice, Southern California, apartment being switched off, and the reality was he was so broke he didn’t have a return flight ticket home to California. It gets worse. He married his Australian wife, Brooke, in December 2016, and a few weeks into his prep, she had to return Down Under for a family emergency. Once there she ran into an immigration dispute in which there was a snafu in approving her visa to the U.S., so she couldn’t return. And it gets even worse: Arriving in New York for the contest a few days before zero hour, Sergio contracted an infection and could literally not get out of a chair for two days. In apportioning nicknames, don’t call him “Lucky.” The bottom line was some relief came with the knowledge that the $12,000 first-place check would fill some of his needs.

The aforementioned is one of the craziest stories I’ve ever heard about battling contest prep hurdles, and Sergio, who is so refreshingly honest, opened up in a drama-laden interview in which he spoke his mind and revealed just what the hell was going on.

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THE BIG LEAP

“Winning the New York Pro was a quantum leap in my career. It was the major step in a journey I had started back in 2003 when, as an 18-year-old, I weighed 140 pounds at 6' and decided to take up bodybuilding. I won the Nationals weighing 240 pounds, so here I am in New York 18 months later, 20 pounds heavier and the leanest I’ve ever been.

“It took me 14 years to get here, and it’s been a helluva journey with plenty of self-inflicted bumps. Mentally, I’ve always been unsure, sort of like the same little kid I had started out as. I was so nervous. I couldn’t get a pump, could barely eat, and was scared to talk to anyone backstage. I even left the hotel without my posing trunks and had my friends run back to get them since the competitors were already doing their routines onstage. It was simply a train-wreck ride toward victory.”

Per Bernal

VALIDATION

“I feel this was validation to everyone else that I had not only arrived but that I’m also here to do more than place at shows and be an average pro bodybuilder or someone who is feeding off the notion that I’m only just my dad’s son. I’m here to not only win pro shows but also to win an Olympia one day. While this win was validation to people in general, it is validation as well that I was right to be confident in myself. And in a topsy-turvy way it proved I had the guts to progress, during the worst contest prep of my life, when everything was falling apart.

“I had to hustle to get a flight to New York, and then Brooke having to remain in Australia just about did me in. I needed her next to me as I trained and prepared, but that wasn’t possible. That hit me hard, real hard. But even from 8,000 miles away she kept me going and on track. Then I had the infection, and I thought that torpedoed everything. When I stood alone with Jon onstage I just felt as if I had put every one of my eggs into the basket that was the New York Pro. Didn’t even have a return ticket to L.A. I thought I might have to do a Kai Greene and do some dancing in Times Square to get a ticket back home. I couldn’t have gambled any more on myself. So I’m now proud of what I achieved. All the sacrifices and trauma ended up being worth it.”

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NAVIGATING THE CONTEST

“I’m quite a historian and there are just too many statistics of pros not winning their pro debut, that it’s difficult to ignore—I wanted to win, of course! Don’t get me wrong. It’s crazy I had to win to save my life and be able to afford an immigration lawyer to get my wife back. So it wasn’t until they brought us three [Morel, Delarosa, and himself] out at the end of pre-judging that I knew for sure I was in the hunt. Then at night they brought just Jon and me out for a comparison, and damn, was I ready.

“The Sergio who appeared at pre-judging and the one in the finals were two different men. I knew after pre-judging I was behind, so I wasn’t going to do the standard post-pre-judging thing: Eat a big burger and fill up on Gatorade. Instead, I didn’t eat or drink even a drop of water and had to put ChapStick on my teeth ’cause my lips kept sticking to my teeth. I could literally taste that win and knew after all I went through, I needed to prove to myself and other up-and-coming young bodybuilders that you can still compete against people with lucrative sponsors and fewer obstacles and still win. Everyone I went against had sponsors, a home, their spouses to go home to, while I didn’t have any of those things, and I couldn’t let stuff like that stop me. I just wanted to show everyone I don’t need any special treatment. Because even with my name I still had to swallow bullets like every other regular up-and-coming bodybuilder.”

Per Bernal

WHY ME?

Don’t say it too loud, but sometimes it’s hard to banish the thought that Sergio maybe thrives on punishment. Like the masochist who loves a cold shower, so he takes a warm one. Hear him.

“Maybe I rise above adversity when things get tough. Maybe my New York experience was just one giant motivator for me. I’ve always been very pessimistic. I always say things like, ‘This always happens to me,’ ‘Bad things only happen to me,’ and ‘Why me?!’ But you know, I’m starting to alter that mindset. One reason is that I had conversations with Flex Lewis, Shawn Rhoden, and Phil Heath. They all told me stories that they’d endured that were way worse than mine. It’s crazy because all three represent what I hope to be one day, so their stories got through to me big time. It was the ultimate light at the end of the tunnel for me: It woke me up. And it’s weird I now am glad all those things happened. It’s like if they didn’t, I wouldn’t have worked as hard as I did. We all lift as if it’s life or death, but this time around I literally trained and did cardio like my life and my wife’s were at stake. So now that I went through that and so many other things people will never know— I’m the most confident I’ve ever been in my life.”

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NEXT STEP: COLUMBUS

“I decided to not do the 2017 Mr. Olympia. Instead, I need to get my wife back, get a sponsor, and get my personal life back together. I would rather work on resetting my future than keep dieting just to get a third callout at the Olympia. I know my place. It would be a historical first for me to step on the same stage as my father, plus it would be a first for my mom: being the only woman to have a husband and child compete on that stage. But to go in not at my best would be a slap in her face and my father’s. I got the invite to the Arnold Classic in Columbus from Arnold himself, so that is my next show. I’m going to clean my body out, let my system heal from this horribly rough prep, get my rock, Brooke, back, and have a good off-season to get even bigger, and even maybe shock myself and a few other pros in Columbus.

“Who knows, maybe I’ll be able to keep mine and Chris Aceto’s [his contest prep coach] winning streak going. We’re two-for-two, but poor Chris needs a break from my emotional breakdowns. I wouldn’t have been even half the man/competitor I was in New York, if it weren’t for him. He’s more than a dietician to me. I have so many anxieties and issues, and he knows how to deal with me and kept me confident and motivated.”

Courtesy of Weider Health & Fitness

Making his Olympia debut with his dad, Sergio, in 1984.

THE PATIENT IS CURED

“I’ve changed a lot of my thinking since the New York Pro. I keep thinking I got this far with zero help without truly believing 100% in myself. I look at it as if I were on my deathbed for the past 13 years, struggling, not performing at my best, and I still beat guys while I was suffering. And now they found a cure for me. I’m getting out of the hospital a new man. I appreciate life so much more and also now feel unstoppable. I have a winner’s ring on my finger, reminding me I don’t have bad luck. The world isn’t out to get me.

“In fact, I have great luck because not that many people have done what I’ve done. I’m now more grateful for the bad things that happened to me ’cause I see life in a whole new light now and know now that all those horrible things that have happened to me since my first show were all for a reason— and a gateway to a new beginning.”

Postscript: As of Aug. 5, Sergio is sponsored by Old School Labs Supplements, Angry Mills Sinister Labs, Pro Tan, and Body by Eddie Inc. He also has his own clothing line named after his father’s signature pose, VictoryClothing.com. Things are looking up!

FLEX

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itsjaybullme · 6 years

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The Trials of Sergio

Per Bernal

DATELINE: SATURDAY, MAY 20, 2017, WESTCHESTER COUNTY CENTER, WHITE PLAINS, NY

Courtesy of Sergio Oliva Jr.

A synchronized double biceps with wife Brooke.

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Per Bernal

THE BIG LEAP

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VALIDATION

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NAVIGATING THE CONTEST

Per Bernal

WHY ME?

Don’t say it too loud, but sometimes it’s hard to banish the thought that Sergio maybe thrives on punishment. Like the masochist who loves a cold shower, so he takes a warm one. Hear him.

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Per Bernal

NEXT STEP: COLUMBUS

Courtesy of Weider Health & Fitness

Making his Olympia debut with his dad, Sergio, in 1984.

THE PATIENT IS CURED

FLEX

from Bodybuilding Feed https://www.flexonline.com/ifbb/trials-sergio via http://www.rssmix.com/

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