#ankle halifax

[ohkaypoh]

blaseball doodles because these guys are my purpose

#my art #fanart #blaseball #digital art #blaseball fanart #wyatt quitter #edric tosser #emre graves #jaylen hotdogfingers #ankle halifax

[wayslidecool]

here! have another batch of beta georgias text post memes. because yuo're epic.

(most minis by HetreaSky, Nanci Grackle mini by myself)

(part 1, part 3)

#blaseball #atlantis georgias #text post meme #niq nyong'o #mint shupe #jan canberra #neerie mccloud #flattery mckinley #siobhan chark #geraldine frost #rigby friedrich #ankle halifax #nanci grackle

[idonthaveanyurlideas]

squad moments. theyre helping fish beat a candy crush level.

[Image ID: A digital drawing showing Ankle Halifax, Jammy Decksetter, Penelope Berkowitz and Kaj Statter Jr. crowded around Fish Summer. Fish Summer is a shark-person lying on their stomach on a bed and focusing intently on a phone. Ankle Halifax is an older Indian person with long dark brown hair that is going grey at parts with a bindi and wearing gold earrings and nose rin, half-crouching on the bed with the other leg hanging off and pointing at the phone. Jammy Decksetter is a Filipino person  with long dark brown hair tied back in a low ponytail sitting at the foot of the bed also pointing at the phone. Kaj Statter Jr. is a far Māori and Indian person with short curly green and purple hair and glasses leaning against the bed and sitting on the floor. Penelope Berkowitz is a fair-skinned Jewish person with short curly brown hair and freckles leaning on the bed behind the others and gaping at the phone. They are all dressed in Shoe Thieves uniforms. /end ID]

#my art #blaseball #charleston shoe thieves #ankle halifax #fish summer #kaj statter jr #penelope berkowitz #jammy decksetter

[orbleglorb]

textposts as blaseball players

all art by sky, taken from the miniblaseball site

photos below the cut (because there's a lot of them) along with image ids :)

ID: textpost from sawtual that has been edited to be about/from jessica telephone. it says "im sick to death of the girlboss phenomenom. appreciate strugglewomen or we'll never get anything done around here. no more 'she's the only braincell of the group'. i want more women who fail at tasks that are unimaginable to fail at. we need more pathetic wet meow meows who are women. literally open your heart to strugglewomen because they're all we have left in this fucked up world." /end ID

ID: textpost from lizardsister that says "bad news fellas, just got word from the boss, he says no more kissing each other on the job." the san francisco lovers logo has been edited on. the logo was designed by Lucacrafts on twitter. /end ID

ID: textpost by ainti-pretty that has been edited to be from thomas dracena. the post says "garlic is the most evil fucking thing on planet earth. that and silver." ainti-pretty reblogged their post with a screenshot of someone else's tag that says "how do you feel about sunlight btw just curious," and ainti-pretty says "not that it's any of your business, but it hurts real bad :(" /end ID

ID: a conversation between firefox-official and lunasilverpelt, edited to be a conversation between val hitherto and stijn strongbody, respectively. the post says firefox-official: "this user just stole a priceless piece of art." lunasilverpelt: "Is there something you want to tell the police?" firefox-official: "This user has nothing he wants to tell the police." /end ID

ID: pukicho answering an ask from fxcelesslunar, edited to be socks maybe answering an ask from tillman henderson. the ask says "why does your description say lovable?" and the response says "look at me!!!!" /end ID

ID: a post from jame7t edited to be about ankle halifax and ivy mason (aka wyatt mason IV). the post says, "hey girl do you want to hang out later and hit me as hard as you can with a baseball bat?" /end ID

ID: a post from memorycycle that says "(honk at pretty lady on the sidewalk) hey :smirking emoji: wanna see me drive straight into that brick wall?" below the original post is a note added by me (orbleglorb) that says "she doesn't have a mini, but this would be juke gnocchi if he could drive." /end ID

ID: a post from puplov that has been edited to be from parker macmillan prime. the post says "when i was bornt i came outta my mom sizzling like a fajita." /end ID

ID: a post from wizard-council-bureaucrat that has been edited to be from manu candle. the post says "the cure to your bloodline curse (dehydration) is this one fucked up magical potion trick (8oz of water)." the tags say "your ancestors were also dehydrated, they just died about it tho." /end ID.

#blaseball #jessica telephone #thomas dracaena #val hitherto #stijn strongbody #tillman henderson #socks maybe #ankle halifax #ivy mason #wyatt mason iv #juke gnocchi #parker macmillan #manu candle #thats a lot of tags. sorry

[kurukanro]

The first four to fall to the Charleston Shoe Thieves!

Bundled and transparent, for your convience

#art #blaseball #charleston shoe thieves #ankle halifax #premjeet liu #jammy decksetter #fish summer #the other four currently availible falls will be posted later. don't worry. just have paritence #and this IS just about me wanting to draw the whole shoe thieves roster bc it's been a bit and getting moving in order while things r slow #and don't forget you can blaseball propaganda w/ these. have fun

[toxic-clockwork]

Okay but Ankle and Ivy have a Teen Romance Movie type thing going on

#blaseball #houston spies #Ankle Halifax #Ivy Mason #Wyatt Mason IV #charleston shoe thieves #godtiers art #digital art #art #fanart #commissions open #blaseball fanart #illustration #artist on tumblr

[atlantisblasebl]

CHORBY SOUL V: Replica of Chorby Soul that played for the Georgias during the Season ��21 Endseason, but what an Endseason it was! ChorbV's short-lived career on the Georgias was a memorable one, taking us to Cactus Land to find the 8-blood Blagonball and killing five umpires on the way, the most of any single player. Five for five!

ANKLE HALIFAX: Georgias player from Season β12 to Season β20. Was unfortunately never that good on the Georgias, being cursed with high star counts with awful stat distribution. Has received a new wave of appreciation in the Coronation Era, where they play for the Charleston Shoe Thieves, and are one of their star batters. I mean, have you seen Quail's art? Just plain adorable.

#chorby soul v #ankle halifax #georgias bracket #georgias bracket round 2

[lycanthian]

Riding the high from having scored the final point to steal the championship from under the Wild Wings, Ankle Halifax hatches a plan.

A Charleston Shoe Thieves fic featuring Literally Everyone (I'm like 99% sure), but prominently Ankle Halifax, Oliver Loofah, Premjeet Liu (WHO DOESN'T HAVE AN AO3 TAG YET?), and a guest appearance at the end.

#blaseball #blaseball fic #charleston shoe thieves #shoe thieves #ankle halifax #oliver loofah #premjeet liu #and more! #gamey art

[klausinamarink]

for @blubblesandink who requested the prompts “two shots of vodka” and “After the night, when I wake up, I’ll see what tomorrow brings” with Nancy! I hope you enjoy this and I apologize for the belated fic!

-

She always goes to a different bar, even she’s still in the city or the state. A few times, she’s at a different country, on the road of her current scoop which gives her an excuse to order exquisite drinks before her usual. Keeps her buzzed and loose enough before she starts the tradition with that somber cloud that never skips a moment precipitating above her head.

But this year, Nancy is in Halifax. The temperatures here are more frigid given the Canadian side of the Atlantic. But she finds herself embracing it more easily than she had in past twenty-eight years next to Lake Michigan, excluding her time abroad. Maybe there’s some truth about living in Canada is easier than in America. 

Unless Nova Scotia has its own story of alternate dimensions and bloodthirsty psychic monsters. 

She’s not retired yet, but Nancy sees herself moving a little down to a farmhouse at the countryside, maybe with three sheepdogs and a horse for company. She smiles at the thought and files that to the cabinet in her brain specifically saved for the future. 

When Nancy takes a seat at the counter, the bartender comes up and asks for her order. 

Nancy finds herself hesitating. Debates between her usual and trying something new that would help her ease and settle further into the setting. The bar is cozy, more of a cafe for catching Z’s and seagazing than a commonplace for alcohol and sorrows. There’s even fluffy couches aligned below the windows. 

In the end, Nancy stays faithful. 

“Two shots of vodka.”

The bartender nods. She looks five years younger than Nancy, one side of hair longer the other and dyed lavender. She’s quick too. Nancy swears by the time ‘vodka’ leaves her lips, the bartender has already slid the drinks over.

“Waiting for someone or is it personal?” She asks with a lopsided grin.

Nancy smiles back, “Personal matter.”

She makes a sympathetic click with her tongue. “Well, if you need anything, another drink or food, let me know.”

Nancy watches her leave to the other end before casting her gaze back to the vodka shots.

In the beginning, the first several years, she had made mental monologues to herself. A mix of self-consciousness of saying anything aloud in public and a silly superstitition that somehow Barb can still hear her. 

That’s how it started. In honor of Barb. Every year, on the same day. September the fourth. When Nancy Wheeler and Barbara Holland found each other in kindergarten and stayed together since. 

Nancy forgets easily - underestimates - about how much grief can not only fill up your body more than water and how it never gets drained out, no matter how many times she rings it out of the cloth. It always refills.

But that doesn’t mean that the grief reaches the same level as it usually does. Every year, Nancy feels its capacity lower and lower until she’s trending through it by her ankles. Like that part of a beach’s shore where the waves lap around the legs but never soak you or get strong enough to pull you in.

Sometimes, Nancy looks back at those years and wonders how she managed to survive without risking alcohol poisoning like she’d nearly done at Tina’s Halloween party in ‘84.

Nowadays though, her tradition had shifted from honoring Barb’s memory to the Party’s.

They aren't gone gone. But their once fire-forged connection had waned over the decades, especially as the kids had grown older and moved to live on their own. Nancy still talks to Mike, though their last conversation was two months ago when she told him about her move.

Some days, she regrets leaving them so soon. Wishes of another life where she put her own ambitions behind and stayed in touch with the Party. 

But those wishes are still regrets. Even the occasional wandering thought of where Steve or Jonathan or Max or anybody was right now will never give her a clear answer.

Nancy taps a finger on her chosen glass. Her recently manicured nail makes tiny clink-clink noises against the edge, creating tiny ripples across the content’s surface. 

She sighs. Rolls her neck with a crick - god, she’s getting old - and finally lifts up her shot in salute to nobody and everyone in particular. 

“To you, to us.” 

She gulps down the vodka. It flows warmly down her throat and settles in her chest like a dragon breathing fire in reverse.

As she places the glass back down, Lavender Hair appears in front of her. Nancy doesn’t jump or flinch.

“What about the other one?” She asks.

Nancy shoulders on her coat and tote bag as she sits up, “I just leave it for a while. Dunno what happens after I leave.” She pauses before chuckling, “Maybe one of the ghosts drinks it.”

Before the bartender can comment, Nancy slaps a ten dollar bill in front of her and leaves the bar.

Outside, she takes a moment to inhale the fresh afternoon air and turn her face towards the sun. It’s barely five in the afternoon but she has an article to finish by tomorrow.

#the klaus birthday special #klaus writes #nancy wheeler #stranger things

[spine-buster]

To Sail Beyond the Sunset ft. Sidney Crosby | Chapter 5

gif credit @/rinkrats

A/N: 6000 words of...well...

Every time June put on a pair of pointe shoes, she felt like she was putting on a piece of second skin. They were as much a part of her as her nose, eyes, and hands. Every ballerina had a very specific way of moulding their pointe shoes to fit their feet, and June was no different; she could do it with her eyes closed, one arm tied behind her back – all the old adages were true for her. From the satin, the elastic, the ribbon, the toe pads and Second Skin, to knowing exactly where to sew the elastic to support her ankle, how long to cut the ribbon, where to bend and pop the shank, and how many times she needed to band the toe box against the wall or floor or even with her own heel so it softened and wouldn’t make noise on stage. She was perfectionist with it, but it was like second nature to her. She’d prepared thousands upon thousands of pointe shoes during her career. She didn’t think she’d ever forget how to do it. She could be a hundred years old suffering from dementia, and if someone handed her a pair of pointe shoes, she’d know exactly how to make them fit her feet.

When she was one of the principal dancers at the National Ballet of Canada, she’d been filmed for a video on their YouTube channel for this exact routine and it went viral, tallying something like 20 million views to date. Everybody apparently wanted to know how the best ballet dancer in Canada – and one of the best in the entire world – prepared her pointe shoes. Ballet already fascinated people, she thought, and pointe shoes were about 90% of that fascination. How could someone balance their entire weight on their toes? And not just balance – how could someone dance on their toes? Spin on their toes? Jump and land on their toes? For three hours? June made it look easy. She made it look effortless, like she was floating on stage at any given moment. “Magical” was often the adjective used.

Going back up en pointe again, after years of not doing so, was something June never thought she’d experience. She thought she’d be dancing well into her thirties. But the best laid plans… The first time she went back up en pointe, it was rougher than she wanted it to be. It was harder than she wanted it to be. With all the dancing and practice she’d done since she could walk, she thought it would be much easier. But no. Her body had betrayed her in a way she never thought she’d be betrayed. It failed her on one thing she’d gotten so much recognition for in the past; it failed her on the one thing that had made her famous. She knew she had to have patience with herself, but it was still frustrating. For years her body had been contorted and hyperextended and abused to look a certain way on stage and now it couldn’t even do the thing she wanted. She’d had more blisters than the entire popular of Halifax, more shin splints than she could shake a stick at, muscle strains, dancer’s heel, Achilles tendonitis, snapping hip syndrome, patellofemoral pain syndrome, and even osteoarthritis. She found a lot of anger in herself before she realized that she’d already given so much to ballet that she didn’t need to give anymore.

For all that her mom did when she was growing up, June really did love ballet. It brought her a solace not much else could bring. When she danced, she felt free, like she could do anything and be anything. And when she was performing on stage, she could become someone else. She didn’t always have to be Juniper Brooks, who grew up working class in a basement apartment in a suburb of Halifax with a pseudo-psychopath of a stage mom. She could become Odile, or Odette, or Sleeping Beauty, or Giselle – she could be anybody else but herself, and that helped her, in its own way, realize who she was a person with and without ballet. Ballet was truly one of the things she loved most in life which was why, when she couldn’t dance anymore, she decided to teach. It had given her so much, so she wanted to give back.

Ballet for June was hockey for Sidney. They’d both had their fair share of joys and pains associated with hockey and ballet while in Cole Harbour. For June it was her mother and jealous girls in her classes; for Sidney it was other boys (especially the older boys) with intent to injure him, and parents. Imagine. Grown-ass adults being jealous of a kid. If June could have, she would have told off every single one of them to their face. Because she knew she couldn’t do that without developing a reputation, sometimes, she’d scream and cheer for Sid so loud in the stands to drown out the parents’ jeers. They’d look at her like she was crazy, but she knew she was doing the right thing. Some of them would even look disappointed, as if they were sad Sidney wouldn’t be able to hear them call him names or tell their kids to get him. The funniest thing about the situation was that when Sidney won his Stanley Cups and brought them back to Cole Harbour, she’d see them waiting in the parade route or autograph line with their grandchildren.

Such was life.

***

Katja Simmons was one of June’s best friends, the person she was closest with besides Sidney, of course. They met at boarding school, having been roommates for their last two years, making the company together straight out of school. While June was promoted to principal dancer, Katja became a first soloist, and was still dancing with the company. Their positions meant that they usually got to dance together on stage – which is how June liked it. She liked having someone on stage with her that she could trust.

“Have you proposed to Sidney yet?” Katja suddenly asked over the phone. Their pair had been talking for over an hour and a half at this point, and the question really came out of nowhere.

“What?!” June shrieked. “Katja, what the hell?”

“Oh come ooooonnnnn, June,” Katja pressed. “He’s been back home for a while now. Have you proposed marriage?”

“Katja—”

“—Be his wife—”

“—Katja—”

“—Because you know you want to.”

“Katja!” June shrieked again. “Where is this coming from?”

“You know how much I love love,” Katja said as if that explained everything, and honestly, it kind of did. Katja had gotten married last summer to her long-time boyfriend, Niko, after almost ten years together. June was her maid of honour. She brought Sidney as her date. “And I’ll just never forget how he looked at you when he saw you for the first time after Swan Lake. Or how you two would write letters to each other literally every single day throughout high school. We can all see how in love you guys are. I just—I can’t believe you can’t see it, June! Or don’t.”

“Katja, I’ve told you – it’s so much more complicated than that,” June said. “He’s my best friend.”

“But that’s the way it’s supposed to be! Look at me and Niko. You wouldn’t want to marry someone you’re not friends with, right?”

“Of course not,” June agreed. “But it’s different. It’s…it’s…”

“It’s what?”

June took a deep breath. “Sidney is the most important relationship in my life – that I’ve ever had in my life. Between my mom being the way she was and Sidney just always being there for me – being this constant presence in my life even when we moved so far away from home and each other – Katja, I wouldn’t want to ruin anything. I can’t ruin anything. If I don’t have Sidney, I have nothing. Ballet can be taken away from me, but Sid can't.”

Katja was quiet momentarily, taking in June’s words. “Do you want my honest opinion?”

“Of course.”

“You’re not going to ruin anything because you can’t ruin what you and Sid have. It’s beyond that point. I don’t think your worry should be if you’re going to ruin anything – you shouldn’t have any worries at all. I think that you and Sid should have a talk about your future together, because you guys have been in love with one another your whole lives. You’re it for each other. It’s like When Harry Met Sally – remember what Harry says at the end? When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. You two need to realize it. Once you do, the rest of your life is going to start.”

***

“Have a good night, Chloe,” June smiled as she propped open her studio door to let out her remaining student. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Sid’s SUV inconspicuously parked in the corner of the lot. She was expecting him, so it wasn’t much of a surprise, but she wondered if anybody else in the parking lot coming to pick up their kids did.

“Goodnight, Miss June! See you tomorrow!” Chloe waved off as she rushed to her parents’ car, throwing her bag into her brother’s face in the backseat before getting in herself.

June waved at the entire family as they drove off and watched them turn onto the street. It was only then that Sidney turned off his car. She watched as he got out and made his way towards her, a smile on his face. “Hey Junebug.”

“Hey. Come in,” she said, keeping the door open until he walked through, locking it behind him so nobody could pop in. They walked through the small lobby and into the dance studio – the only space they really felt any privacy, despite the door being locked.

They sat down in a corner of the room, knees touching since they were sitting so close. Personal space was a thing of the very, very distant past for them. “You’ve got a big smile on your face,” Sid commented.

“I’m happy to see you,” she said, trying not to hear Katja’s words from their phone conversation lull around in her mind. “Plus, some of the girls got their acceptances.”

“Really?”

“Claire, Malika, and Isabella are going to NBC,” she informed him. “And Zoë was accepted to the Royal Winnipeg Ballet.”

“Wow!” Sidney exclaimed, genuinely shocked at the news. “That’s incredible!”

“I know. They’re over the moon. I’m over the moon for them,” June couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “Big difference from how I found out. And much different reactions, too.”

“God, yeah. I still remember that day,” Sidney said. “It’s still so clear to me – that look on your face as we met on the sidewalk. And you telling me everything afterwards. You were so upset, Junebug.”

“Could you blame me?” she asked.

Sidney shook his head. “Not at all.”

2002

“Do it again.”

June inhaled deeply. Her feet were killing her. Her knees were killing her. Her arms were killing her. The second she had gotten home from practice, her mom had demanded they practice everything in class again, since June fell out of one of her landings once. “Mom—”

“—Don’t mom me—”

“—Please, I’m exhausted,” she tried.

“Exhausted? You were the one who chose to fall out of your landing during the routine. Now do it again.”

The routine in question was Odette’s variation from Act 2 of Swan Lake. Most girls in her class still had trouble with staying en pointe during specific turns or for more than a minute of choreography. June was perfecting two-and-a-half minute character role variations. She and the other girls weren’t even on the same planet. But it still wasn’t good enough for her mom. “Mom, I’m beg—”

“Do it again, Juniper!” she snapped.

June held in the tears, the fatigue, the outright exhaustion, the everything, and assumed position. Her mother hit the play button on the boombox and the classical music began. If she was going to get out of this and satisfy her mother, she needed to execute every move with absolute perfection – her mother wouldn’t settle for anything less. So she did – every arm motion, every turn, every movement of her body was done with such precision that June almost shocked herself, considering the time of day and the fact that she’d already been in a four-hour class. She hit the last pose perfectly, and the music stopped. She waited for her mom’s reaction, scared of the outcome.

“Much better,” she said. “It should be like that all the time. Now go shower and get ready to eat.”

June didn’t have to be told twice. She left abruptly and ran into her room to take off her pointe shoes and leotard. She didn’t allow herself to cry until she got into the shower, and even then, wiped her tears away furiously. Her entire body ached at how much pressure and stress it had been under that day, and she felt she could barely raise her arms anymore to wash her hair. After she dried herself off, brushed her wet hair, and changed into some new clothes, she went back out into the main living area. Her mom had already put out her plate to eat: a small filet of salmon, steamed broccoli, and some cherry tomatoes. To anyone else, like Sidney, the portion size would probably be a snack; for her, it was dinner. Even a glass of lemon water was already made for her. When June sat down, she noticed her mom eating the same thing, but double the portion. They ate in silence.

June retreated to her bedroom after dinner to finish homework from the weekend and prepare what she needed for the upcoming school week at Astral Drive Junior High. It would have been the time that she called Sidney, too, but he was at a hockey tournament this week and June knew he and his family were probably driving home right now (and that he was probably doing his homework in the car). She’d have to wait until tomorrow to talk to him.

June wasn’t expecting a knock at her door from her mom. Usually, after dinner, her mom left her alone. After today especially, she didn’t think her mom would bother her. But alas, she was wrong. June wished she didn’t have to see her face until tomorrow morning. She took a deep breath. “Come in.”

Her mom opened the door and stood in the doorway, watching June at her desk with a binder open. “That last performance you did – it should be like that every time, Juniper.”

June stayed silent for a few moments. “I know. My arms were hurting rea—”

“—That’s the lazy girl’s excuse,” her mom dismissed her. “I push and I push and I push because you’re lazy and you can do better. If you’re not pushed, you fall behind. And then what good are you, hmm?”

By this point in June’s life, she’d heard those words a million times. But it didn’t sting any less. She fought to hold back her tears. “I out-danced everybody in cla—”

“—You danced like a lazy, selfish, stupid girl,” her mom interrupted again, not letting her get a word in. “I was embarrassed for you. Every penny I make goes to your dancing and you weren’t even fucking trying. You better start acting and dancing like a ballerina or else some other girl is going to steal it from right under you before you go.”

June furrowed her brows. “Before I go where?”

All of a sudden, her mom’s face had switched from agitation and anger to one of almost pride and smugness. “The Dying Swan,” she began, referring to a piece June had practiced meticulously and had performed at a local recital a few weeks ago. “A trainer from the National Ballet School was in the audience that day. Yulia called her.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means the National Ballet School has recruited you. You’re going to boarding school in Toronto.”

June’s heart stopped beating before it fell into the pit of her stomach. While she should have been happy about the opportunity to go to the best ballet training and high school in Canada, she couldn’t feel happy. At all. Instead, she felt blind-sided. The thought of leaving home, of leaving everything she knew, was scary. And the thought of leaving one person in particular – Sidney – made her sick to her stomach. There was no way she would go through with it. She couldn’t – not while Sidney was still in Cole Harbour and she was being shipped off to boarding school in a city she’d never even been to. She didn’t think she was mentally strong enough, and she wished her mom could see that – that it would probably do more harm than good. “No,” June shook her head.

“What did you just say?”

“No. I’m not going.”

Her mom’s eyebrows raised. “Who the fuck do you think you are, Juniper Brooks?”

“I’m not going and you can’t make me,” June tried to remain strong. “I’ll stay in classes with Yulia.”

“To hell you will,” her mom was harsh. “You’re going to Toronto and that’s final. All the paperwork is done. Your dorm room’s even been assigned. You don’t have a choice in this, Juniper.”

“No!!!” she screamed, and every emotion, every tear that she was bottling up inside came out with it. She shot up from her chair, and that’s when her mother turned her back and began walking away from her. “I’m not going! I’m not!” she followed her out.

“This was all done for you!” her mother screamed back. “All for you! And look how ungrateful you are!”

“Mom, please,” June pleaded with her. “Please don’t make me go. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll train more. I’ll put in more hours. But please don’t make me go there all alone.”

“Empty promises from a lazy girl,” her mom shot back. “Hopefully the school teaches you hard work. And dignity. God knows you need it as you stand there begging.”

“Mom,” her voice was full with tears now as they streamed down her face. She didn’t know what she could say to make her mom change her mind. She knew the tears wouldn’t help – if anything, it would make it worse. “Mom, please. Please. I can’t go.”

“You will go, Juniper.”

“Mommy—mommy p-please,” she wailed. June thought of only one thing: she got down on her knees, even though they hurt more than anything, right up against her mom. Her mom whipped around to see June putting her hands in prayer position, looking up at her with red eyes. “P-P-Please mom. You can’t separate me and S-Sid. I can’t g-go to T-T-Toronto. I c-c-can’t leave him. I can’t leave him. He’s my b-best friend. I can’t be that far away from him. I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever you want. But I can’t leave Sidney. I can’t—I can’t be alone without him s-s-so far away—”

All of a sudden, there was another smug look on her mother’s face, but this time, it was mixed with amusement. Sick, twisted amusement. “Well well well,” she said, concealing her smile, crossing her arms against her chest. “I guess Sidney hasn’t told you yet?”

June froze in position. “Told me what?”

“Sidney’s leaving too. He’s going to a hockey boarding school,” her mom revealed. “In Minnesota.”

The words were like a nuclear bomb to June. She kept frozen in her position as the words sunk in. Sidney’s leaving to a hockey boarding school in Minnesota. Of course June knew about the possibility because Sid told her, but it seemed like such a long shot because it was a private school, and neither of their families had that kind of money. If there had been a change, Sidney would have told her about it. Right? She understood she wasn’t a Crosby, but she may as well have been one, and she would be the first person to know…right? Right? “You’re lying,” she found herself saying, tears still streaming down her face. “You’re lying and you know it.”

“I’m not a liar like you,” her mom spat back.

“I—you—that’s a lie. That’s a lie. You’re j-j-just saying that so you can ship me off to b-boarding school and never see me again,” June cried. “You’re lying b-because you hate me.”

“I’m not lying. You can ask Sidney tomorrow.”

“Sidney would never do that to me.”

“He already has.”

June felt like she was going to throw up. Both outcomes were horrible. If her mom was lying, then she was just a nasty liar; but if she was telling the truth…well, the truth was worse. The truth was much worse. “I hate you!” June wailed. “I hate you I hate you I hate you!!!” she wailed over and over again.

“I’ll live,” her mom dismissed her. “You’re going to that school if I have to drag you there kicking and screaming, Juniper Brooks.”

June got up from her knees. With all the emotion she had left in her, she screamed one more time. “I hate you!!!” With that, June ran back into her room sobbing, collapsing onto her bed as she cried and cried and cried.

Her mom didn’t come knock on her door for the rest of the night. Even when June’s sobs were so loud, they could be heard through the walls.

***

The next day, as Sidney waited for June on the sidewalk so they could walk to school together, he saw her approaching from the distance. He’d missed talking to her last night. Their usual Sunday night phone call usually had June reminding him of all their homework they did and that he had to bring to class for their teachers. But as she got closer, Sidney could see she wasn’t happy, and when she got even closer, he noticed her eyes were red. That could only mean one thing. “Were you cr—”

“—Are you going to boarding school in Minnesota?” she demanded.

Sid’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t find the words. “I—I—”

“No bullshit,” she swore. They hardly ever swore, even alone together. “Are you going to a hockey boarding school in Minnesota or not?”

“It…it literally just happened, Junebug,” he said, admitting it. “How—how did you know?”

“When did it happen?”

“We got the call Saturday at the tournament. They called my coach because he has a cell phone. How did you know?” he asked again.

“My mom told me.”

“How’d she find out? God, word must travel fast. One of the guys must have told someone back here and—”

“So you’re going?” she asked, her voice shaky.

Sidney paused. “Junebug, I—my parents and I had a really long talk about it. Like, really long. And we all think it’s best that I go, at least for a year, and see what it’s all about, and so I can get away from all the…noise over here. I was going to tell you, Junebug, I swear.”

June broke out into a fit of tears. They were streaming down her face like Niagara Falls. At least in Sidney’s situation, he and his parents talked about it. They thought about the pros and cons and made the decision as a family. As opposed to her situation, of course, of just being told of being shipped off somewhere with no choice. “My mom told me last night,” she managed to say through tears. “She told me because—because I was crying about…about…”

“About what?”

June tried to wipe away some of her tears. “My mom is sending me to boarding school in Toronto. For ballet,” she revealed. “She told me last night. I told her that I couldn’t—I couldn’t leave you. That’s when she told me about Minnesota.”

Sidney couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You’re going to Toronto? For ballet?”

“Against my will,” she said. More tears rushed down her face. “I want to be with you, Sid. I can’t leave you. I can’t go there on my own without you. I can’t—I can’t…” she couldn’t speak anymore, the sobs overcoming her.

Sidney hated seeing her cry, even though it happened every so often. It was one of the worst things in the world to him. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly as she cried on his shoulder. The sound of her sobs shook him to his core, because instead of annoyance or just general sadness, there was fear in them. “It’s going to be okay, Junebug,” he said, rubbing her back.

“No it’s not.”

“I’ll make sure it is.”

When June thought about it, when she really thought about it, it was the moment she fell in love with Sidney. She remembered clinging on to him for dear life, as if he was about to float away to Minnesota if she let go. She wasn’t ready for anything that was coming her way that late spring or summer, but she knew she would have been a lot worse off if Sidney didn’t help her through it. She remembered being so scared. She remembered hardly being able to sleep the week before they both left. She remembered them saying goodbye to each other and her bawling her eyes out in the taxi, crying so hard she threw up. Sidney had promised her that everything was going to be okay, and she believed him, but the fear kept creeping up.

“Hey Sid?” she asked after a few moments of silence, her voice soft.

“Hmm?”

“Remember when you told me it was going to be okay?” she asked. “It all was okay in the end, wasn’t it?”

“Of course it was,” he nodded. “I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you.”

June couldn’t help but smile slightly. “As if you had the power to do anything. We were teenagers.”

Sidney shrugged. “I would have found a way,” he said. “I still wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”

They looked each other in the eyes just then, letting the words hang in the air for an immeasurable amount of time. Sidney meant the words he said, and June knew it; he wouldn’t say them if he didn’t. Over thirty years of friendship, and he still felt that way. Through all the tears he had to hug away, the classes and competitions where she was worked to the bone, the cruel gossip from others, the unfair rules, the tiny meal portions, the feelings of loneliness – he would use all the power and influence he had in the world to make sure nothing would happen to her. Over thirty years of friendship, and she felt the same way about him. Through all the bullying he encountered, the taunts and jeers and slashes and hits, the news articles written about him as a kid proclaiming him to be everything from a local hero to a pissy show-off, the girls in their class who would grab his hands and twirl around and yell “I’m going to marry Sidney Crosby! He’s going to be a millionaire!” when they were twelve, thirteen, fourteen years old – she would never let anything happen to him.

June got up suddenly, all in one go. Sidney stayed firmly planted on the ground, looking up at her. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to get my pointe shoes.”

Sidney tried to remain calm, but he felt a nervous tightening in his chest. He nodded his head and watched her walk out of the room. While she was gone, he moved so he was sitting up against the wall of mirrors, underneath the barre. When June came back in, she was wearing ballet tights with a low back camisole leotard and a black pancake tutu. She had a new pair of pointe shoes in one hand, and her pointe shoe kit in the other. She sat back down across from him, without a word, leaving some space between them to have everything in front of her.

Sidney watched. He watched as June meticulously prepared her pointe shoes, as she’d done thousands upon thousands of times before, as he’d watched her do when they were teens. She was like a surgeon performing a quadruple bypass; the precision in everything that she did to prepare them was so detailed and thorough, it was probably only rivalled by his own pre-game rituals and superstitions. Hearing the familiar pop of the shank or watching as the needle and thread broke through the delicate satin – it was all part of a process he was so familiar with, and respected so very much, because it meant that June could do what she loved.

Only when she was done did either of them speak. “I’m going to stretch and warm up,” June informed him, pushing her phone that she left on the floor towards him with the pointe of her shoe. “When I’m done, I’ll tell you what song to play. My phone is connected to the speakers.”

“You got it, Junebug,” he said, watching again as she went over to a space at the barre and began stretching, hoisting her leg up and rising and falling, just as she’d learned so many years ago. She even went to get a roller. When she was done, Sidney was attentive to her every desire.

“There’s a mash-up song in my music – it’s not in my Spotify – it’s called Odette/Odile variations,” she said. “And turn the volume all the way up.” Sidney didn’t recognize the name, but scrolled through anyway, until he found it. He made sure the volume was on the highest setting before tapping on the song and putting her phone down beside him.

The second that the music began, Sidney knew exactly what kind of dance he would be seeing. June had performed every principal role in every major ballet in her day, but Swan Lake was her favourite, and being Odile/Odette was her favourite role, more than Giselle, or Sleeping Beauty, or Juliet, or any of the others. He thought she would choose an easier piece – he didn’t know why he thought that – but no. June was going for the big guns: the two solo variations where the ballerina really got to shine, showing off her immaculate technical skill and sophisticated character work.

Sidney watched in awe. It was like she hadn’t even stopped dancing. Her arms were fluid, her legs were straight, and she went up en pointe as if it was the easiest thing in the world. She executed every move flawlessly. Even her facial expressions were just as he remembered them when he would visit her in Toronto and buy tickets front row, centre stage to see her perform. The muscles in her legs, arms, and back were still strong and definite, carrying her gracefully around the room as she performed every pirouette, every attitude, grand jeté, sissonne, arabesque, double cabriole, brisé, and entrechat six with grace, elegance, strength, and determination. When the music for Odette’s variation ended, and she transitioned into Odile’s, Sidney knew exactly what he was going to get. Though she transitioned to embody Odile instead of Odette, her movements were just as precise, and there was something different about the way her body moved to take on the character. It was unlike anything he’d ever seen in anybody else, and June executed it so flawlessly. She did every time, and just because this was an audience of one, it didn’t matter.

Then the French horn and trumpets began. The symbols clashed. The infamous song blared through the speakers. June took a few moments to herself, when the danseur would traditionally dance, and then it was on. Back in the centre, arms extended, aaaaand…

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen…

Sidney could feel the tears well in his eyes as he watched her.

Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-one. Twenty-two. Twenty-three. Twenty-four. Twenty-five. Twenty-six. Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty…

Sidney’s heart stopped beating as he watched her complete the set. She did it. She fucking did it.

Thirty-one. Thirty-two.

She landed her ending pose perfectly – and she wasn’t even done. She had to end the pas de deux, and she did so in a flurry of piqués and chaînés that saw her whip herself around the room like a tornado. After more pirouettes, entrechat six, looking down and extending her hand to an invincible danseur, the music hit its last note and June flapped her arm out like a wing.

Then, silence.

Sidney and June let everything June had just done speak for itself and stand on its own. The first time Sidney had seen June do this, he had cried – and he wasn’t afraid to admit it. The crowd had erupted in a raucous applause at her completion of the 32 fouettés and at the end of the pas de deux, and he had gotten swept up in the moment. Now, alone in a ballet studio in Halifax where she’d just done the same thing, there was silence. It wasn’t until June forced her body out of the pose, and made eye contact with Sidney, was any other noise heard.

A sob.

June let out a sob she didn’t know she was holding in and practically collapsed into Sidney, who quickly outstretched his arms to catch her. He held her as they sat on the floor and she cried in his arms. They didn’t say a word to each other. Everything was being said in what they were doing – holding on to each other for dear life. It was only until June stopped crying that she pulled away to look into Sidney’s eyes.

And when she did, she knew that look. She knew that look because it was the same one she gave him, that she never gave to anyone else. Not even to her ex-fiancé. “You love me,” she said. She didn’t ask, because by the look in his eyes, she knew.

Sidney nodded. “And you love me,” he said, a statement and not a question, too.

June nodded. “All this time.”

“I think we’ve been in love with each other for thirty-one years and didn’t realize it sooner,” he said.

In movies, there is usually a grand declaration of love; running through an airport, or flash mobs, or a long speech with exquisite words. This wasn’t that. Sidney and June’s declaration of love was not grand, and it was not ostentatious. They weren’t chasing the other through an airport or organizing a flash mob atop the Halifax Citadel. This, instead, was simple: two people, after thirty years, sitting on a floor in a ballet studio in Halifax, finally admitting they loved one another.

#sidney crosby #sidney crosby imagine #sidney crosby fic #sidney crosby fan fic #pittsburgh penguins #pittsburgh penguins imagine #pittsburgh penguins fic #pittsburgh penguins fan fic #sidney crosby blurb #pittsburgh penguins blurb #pens imagine #pens fic #pens fan fic #pens blurb #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl fan fic #nhl blurb #hockey #hockey imagine #hockey fic #hockey fan fic #hockey blurb #to sail beyond the sunset series

[blazeball]

who are these players that have fallen from the sky? why don't i recognize them? who are the ones that seem to be familiar?

have no fear! i will go, team by team, and explain the (sometimes very short) backstories that these players have. some of them seem very unfamiliar, and thats normal. there were like, hundreds of players in blaseball beta. along with a brief explanation, i'll link to their wiki page, so you can find out more! i won't really be relaying individual noncanon lore, but rather their canon history in the game itself. also, i WILL include what the wiki lists as their current modifications and items, but I don't know whether they will keep those into the next era... we shall see! on with the show!

BALTIMORE CRABS

FALLEN: Charlatan Seabright (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Charlatan Seabright was brought into this world after the incineration of the Mills beloved Dominic Marijuana in Season 7. They stayed in the lineup until Season 13, when they were shadowed, and there they stayed up until now. They have the Negative and Spicy modifications, and 8.8 stars in total. Their overall BA is 0.186.

CHARLESTON SHOE THIEVES

FALLEN: Ankle Halifax (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Ankle Halifax joined the league in Season 12, after the Descension, originally a Georgia's player. They were an active player until Season 15, when they retreated to the Shadows, and stayed there until Season 20. That same season, they were traded to the Tokyo Lift in exchange for Goobie Ballson. In Season 22, they entered the Shadows once more, but decided against staying there, and entered the lineup less than 20 in-game days later. They have Arm Sunglasses of Fortitude and a Fire Eating Helmet, and 16.6 stars in total. Their overall BA is 0.308, and their overall SO/BB is 0.52.

BRECKENRIDGE JAZZ HANDS

FALLEN: Qais Dogwalker (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Qais Dogwalker has been a member of the league since Season 1, in which they joined as a pitcher on the Miami Dale. And there they stayed! They are one of the few players that went through both the Discipline and Expansion eras without much change. And that's commendable! From what I can tell, they were a fan favorite. It took Reverb weather in Season 17 to move them from the rotation to the lineup, but that's about all the change they've seen in 24 seasons. They have the Friend of Crows modification, and 19.7 stars in total. Their overall BA is 0.207 and their overall SO/BB is 15.03.

HELLMOUTH SUNBEAMS

FALLEN: Pangolin Ruiz (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Pangolin Ruiz joined the league in Season 15, as a member of the Mexico City Wild Wings' Shadows. They stayed there until Season 23, when they were stolen to the Flowers' shadows. On Day 9 of Season 24, they joined the rotation, and didn't like it very much, so they retreated back to the Shadows a short 10 days later, on Day 19, Season 24. They have 10.8 stars in total, and an SO/BB of 0.16.

NEW YORK MILLENNIALS

FALLEN: Bennett Bluesky (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Bennett Bluesky joined the ILB on the Charleston Shoe Thieves after the incineration of Sebastian Woodman during Season 14. In that same season's elections, they were traded to the Houston Spies in exchange for Jordan Hildebert. They entered and exited the shadows like it was their full time job, but in the end, spent more time than not actively pitching. They have the Scattered modification, a Slimy Hot Skate Helmet, and 16.3 stars in total. Their overall BA is 0.124, and their overall SO/BB is 7.15.

CANADA MOIST TALKERS

FALLEN: Eris Street (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Eris Street joined the Hades Tigers' Shadows in Season 9, and they have never seen active play. That just means they have endless potential! They have the Unstable modification, a Smooth Broom, and 10.9 stars in total.

MIAMI DALE

FALLEN: Edric Tosser (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: A player since Season 1, Edric Tosser is a player with a long history, and is known league-wide for the famous, "Thomas Dracaena hit a ground out to Edric Tosser". At least, I hope so. God, that was Season 4 wasn't it? You guys still remember that, right? Anyway. They are a player with a lot of history, but they were on the Firefighters until Season 12, when they were Feedbacked to the Jazz hands. They have the Alternate modification, a Bat, and 13.4 stars in total. Their overall BA is 0.238, and their overall SO/BB is 1.18.

MEXICO CITY WILD WINGS

FALLEN: Engine Eberhardt (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Engine Eberhardt joined the league as a lineup player when the Tokyo Lift replaced the Baltimore Crabs after their ascension. Much of their history is taken up by the Tokyo Lift and Dallas Steaks trading them back and forth four times in so many seasons. Pretty funny! Bet they got some lore out of that, haha. They have a Plant-Based Skate Helmet and 23.3 stars in total. Their overall BA is 0.281.

SEATTLE GARAGES

FALLEN: Henry Marshallow (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Henry Marshallow joined the league as a pitcher on The Garages in Season 3, after the incineration of Derrik Krueger. After that, in Season 9 they were feedbacked to the Philly Pies in exchange for Jaylen Hotdogfingers, and they stayed there for the rest of both eras. They were shadowed briefly in Season 19, and shadowed again in Season 22, where they stayed until now. As they were once a Garages player, they actually have a song written about them! Neat. It's a really funny song actually. They have the Unstable and Maximalist modifications, a Holey Skate Necklace of Fourtitude, and 13.6 stars in total. Their overall SO/BB is 14.

ATLANTIS GEORGIAS

FALLEN: Juan Murphy (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Juan Murphy is a player who has never seen active play; their wiki page does not even have the Season they were born in? All it has is that they were on the Yellowstone Magic's Shadows rotation. But their pre-game ritual is fist-fighting the sea, so I'm sure any Georgia's fans out there will get some fun out of that! They have the Alternate and Scattered modifications, a Trader Shoes of Charisma, and 8.9 stars in total.

HADES TIGERS

FALLEN: Elip Dean (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Elip Dean is another player who has never seen active play! They were a Tigers member even before the Fall. What loyalty! They have the Unstable modification, a Broom, and 9.4 stars in total.

YELLOWSTONE MAGIC

FALLEN: Inky Rutledge (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Another player that has been in the game since Season 1, Inky Rutledge is a very storied pitcher. They pitched both the first and second no-hitter in Blaseball history, earning the 2-blood blagonball. Do we have any idea what Blagonballs are? No? Okay. They were a Magic player for most of the career, only leaving the team when they were Feedbacked to the Shoe Thieves in exchange for Jaylen Hotdogfingers. Shortly after, they were traded to the Lift, until they went back to the Shoe Thieves for the rest of the era. They have the Scattered modification, a Careful Bat of Strength, and 16.9 stars in total. Their overall SO/BB is 1.93.

BOSTON FLOWERS

FALLEN: Randy Dennis (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Randy Dennis joined the Miami Dale during Season 2, after the incineration of Jenna Maldonado. They stayed on the Dale until Season 18 elections, when they were traded to the Moist Talkers in exchange for Richmond Harrison. Four seasons later, they were traded again to the Georgias in exchange for Slosh Truk. They had the Siphon, Slow Build, and Flippers modifications, a Holey Ambitious Socks +1, and 13.3 stars in total. Their overall BA is 0.255.

CORE MECHANICS

FALLEN: Djuna Scoresburg (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Djuna Scoresburg is another player that hasn't seen any active play, but they still have a bit of history on account of being traded from the Lovers to the Garages in the Season 22 elections. Other than that, another player full of potential! They have the Unstable modification and 12.2 stars in total.

SAN FRANCISCO LOVERS

FALLEN: Alvie Kesh (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Another player that hasn't seen active play! Alvie Kesh was brought into being late in Season 23 in the Sunbeams' Shadows. What a stressful existence, only knowing the chaos of Season 24... They have the Scattered modification and 6.9 stars in total.

CHICAGO FIREFIGHTERS

FALLEN: Frankie Incarnate (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Frankie Incarnate joined the league as a batter for the Steaks in Season 17, after the incineration of Allison Abbott. In Season 24, while all the Season 24 Stuff was Going On, they were one of the players that were redacted by Niq Nyong'o. They emerged from the Georgias Secret Base shortly after and managed to score a run, joining their shadows. They have the Attractor and Seeker modifications, a Passionate Head Helmet, and 16.6 stars in total. Their overall BA is 0.241.

HAWAI'I FRIDAYS

FALLEN: Mags Highlife (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Ah, another player that hasn't seen active play. This is actually exciting, honestly. It's gonna be fun to watch all these new players! Mags Highlife was made conscious in the Jazz Hands' shadows in Season 23, and the following Season, the Tacos decided to steal them for their own Shadows. They have the Scattered modification and 9.3 stars in total.

KANSAS CITY BREATH MINTS

FALLEN: Hops Chen (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Ah, Hops. They also have not seen active play. But they are an original Breath Mint! They were born in the Shadows in Season 16, and the Tacos stole them during the Season 23 elections. Unfortunately, I do not think Hops will Fix The Mints' Offence. </3. They have the Scattered modification and 7.3 stars in total.

TOKYO LIFT

FALLEN: Silvia Rugrat (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Silvia Rugrat is a true OG Wild Wings player, having been in their pitching rotation since Season 1. Nothing has really happened to them since. It really is commendable! The most that happened was when they entered and exited the Shadows twice in Season 23. They have the Siphon modification, a Parasitic Socks of the Feast, and 17.1 stars in total. Their SO/BB is 14.92.

HOUSTON SPIES

FALLEN: Wyatt Mason IV (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Wyatt Mason IV, also known widely as simply "Ivy", is a VERY storied player with a lot of backstory within the canon of the game. I really recommend diving into their wiki page and reading about them there; I can't really sum them up here! They have the Alternate, Echo, Honey Roasted, Negative, Skipping, and Triple Threat modifications, a Bat and a Squiddish Ring, and 13 stars in total. Their overall BA is 0.138 and their overall SO/BB is 6.42.

UNLIMITED TACOS

FALLEN: Allan Kranch (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Allan Kranch joined the Flowers' lineup in Season 17 after the incineration of Hiroto Cerna. Shortly after, in the Season 18 elections, they were traded to the Mechanics in exchange for Jaylen Hotdogfingers. They entered and exited the shadows a couple times after that, seeing more time out of active play than not. They have the Negative and Scattered modifications, a Metaphorical Ring of Charisma, and 13.1 stars in total. Their overall BA is 0.187 and their overall SO/BB is 1.15.

OHIO WORMS

FALLEN: NaN (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Like Wyatt Mason IV, NaN is a very important figure in Blaseball lore and has a very storied history. This is another instance where I cannot properly sum them up in a paragraph, and heartily recommend giving their wiki page a readthrough! They have the Cluttered, Echo, Flickering, Unstable, On an Oddessey, and Roamin' modifications, a Smokey Concrete Phone, and 8.3 stars in total. Their overal BA is 0.170 and their overall SO/BB is 0.95.

PHILADELPHIA PIES

FALLEN: Steals Chark (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Steals Chark joined the league in the Georgias Shadows when they Descended, and they stayed there for a while! It took them until Season 23 to exit the Shadows, and they decided to spend the whole season going back and forth. But they ended the season on the rotation, and stayed there until the end of Season 24. They have the Alternate and Negative modifications, a Jersey, and 9.1 stars in total. Their overall SO/BB is 0.67.

DALLAS STEAKS

FALLEN: Archie Lampman (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Yes, Archie Lampman is another player that hasn't seen any active play, BUT! They are very interesting, because they are actually a player that debuted in Blaseball Pre-History! They were a member of the Mallorca Whales before the whole team got incinerated. In Season 21, they briefly haunted Kennedy Loser, and therefore has seen a single inning of active play. In Season 22, they joined the Tigers' shadows after the incineration of Yong Wright. They have the Unstable modification and 11.3 stars in total. On account of the fact that they struck out in the single inning they played, they have a tragic BA of 0.00.

And that is everyone! If I messed anything up please feel free to correct me! Writing about 24 players that I am not an expert on, most of it in the middle of the night, certainly leaves much room for error. I hope to do this next week, with the next Fall, so stay tuned for that! And I hope this was helpful!

#blaseball #fall ball #quincy.txt #i am not gonna tag every team and player unfortunately. that would exceed the tag limit #this was fun though i loved doing this. stimulated my need for new blaseball stuff without blaseball having to happen #but now i have to wait til friday for more... SOBS #it cant come quick enough

[ohkaypoh]

BEST. FRIEND. STACK.

[Ankle Halifax and Wyatt Mason IV designs by Quail on discord. Tahini Poinsettia design by me]

#blaseball #my art #ankle halifax #wyatt mason iv #tahini poinsettia #charleston shoe thieves #houston spies #miami dale #fanart

[beardedmrbean]

Two Florida women have been accused of drunkenly tossing a baby back and forth “like a toy” outside a bar — and possibly breaking his arm.

Brianna Lafoe, 19, and Sierrah Newell, 20, were arrested about 1 a.m. Thursday after police responded to the Coyote Ugly Saloon on Seabreeze Boulevard in Daytona Beach, WESH reported.

A witness who shot video of the shocking incident told police that the two sloshed women were throwing the child and flipping him upside down outside the watering hole, according to the outlet, which cited an arrest affidavit.

They tossed the baby back and forth “like a toy” over a distance of about 4 feet, according to the document.

Newell, who was on crutches, threatened to hit bystanders who pleaded for the women to stop abusing the child, police said.

“She started throwing the baby up and down a little too aggressively,” witness Jahada Rasheed told WESH.

While clutching the baby, Newell walked up to the person recording her and allegedly struck her.

“Then she put the baby upside down. It was like hold up. This is getting way too far,” Rasheed told the outlet.

Lafoe, meanwhile, also flipped the baby upside down by his ankles and tried to hit the woman with one of Newell’s crutches, according to the affidavit.

She also “actually and intentionally struck (the woman who was initially recording) on the right arm with an open hand,” police said in the affidavit, according to Fox 35 Orlando.

The baby was taken to Halifax Health “with red marks on his back.” An X-ray revealed a mark on his arm that “could indicate a broken arm,” the affidavit states.

The redacted document did not reveal whom the baby belonged to, but Newell’s mother was at the scene during the incident and the Department of Children and Families is investigating whether she can take custody of the child, according to Fox 35.

The child has been released from the hospital, police said.

Lafoe and Newell were charged with felony child abuse. Lafoe also was charged with battery and held on $3,500 bond. Newell has reportedly been released.

“It really breaks your heart to see a little one go through something like that,” Shawn Knapp, a manager at the nearby Crazy John’s Recreational Cannabis store, told the outlet.

He said he believes the incident would have turned out worse had bystanders not intervened.

“That’s what we need in all communities, right?” he told Fox 35. “We need people to watch out for each other no matter what age.”

#nunyas news

[crimsondestroyer]

BLASEBALL BACK - damn, nan and ivy in the very first batch? this is gonna be fun - shoe thieves get... ankle halifax. never heard of them but they sound fun also funny foot joke - no oxford paws :(

#blaseball #can't wait for next friday

[orbleglorb]

whenever i post like, relationship prompts and stuff, i typically don't get any asks. which is fine, i usually save them for character building and prompts anyway. but it's occurred to me that i don't actually talk about ships that much? other than like, tagging random posts as megparker. and the early stages of The Ship Bracket. so you guys just may not know?? lmao??? so here's a collection of blb ships i like ig

i don't actually dislike any blb ships, but these are the ones i do like and actively think about

romantic:

megan ito/parker macmillan (in the most dysfunctional way possible)

megan ito/clare ballard (also in the most dysfunctional way possible)

lenjamin lin/flattery strewnberry

tillman henderson/declan suzanne/mike townsend/jaylen hotdogfingers

any of tillman/declan/mike/jaylen in groups of two or three, doesn't have to be all together :) i've probably thought about declan/mike the most, tho

alaynabella hollywood/jessica telephone

alaynabella hollywood/jacob haynes/moses mason

conditional yuniesky/chester abu-zaid

grollis zephyr/qais dogwalker

sevgi gore/bees gorczyca

parker macmillan iii/wyatt mason

chet takahashi/jacob haynes

wyatt mason IV (ivy)/ankle halifax

platonic:

megan ito & parker macmillan (there's so much happening here)

parker macmillan & sutton dreamy

parker macmillan & mordecai kingbird

parker macmillan & stevenson heat

parker macmillan & most of the s23/24 fridays, actually

parker macmillan & declan suzanne

declan suzanne & charlatan seabright

star ali & avery cascabel

vaquita magno & lenjamin lin

tiara loveless & parker macmillan

parker macmillan & DD (not a player)

conditional yuniesky & ivy mason

ivy mason & ankle halifax & tahini poinsettia

bees gorczyca & margarito nava

rivers rosa & conditional yuniesky

rivers rosa & declan suzanne

tbh. i have a lot and if i listed them all we'd be here 5ever.

familial

parker macmillan & lenjamin lin

terrell bradley & conditional yuniesky

terrell bradley & all of the spies (that's my dad!)

tbh. conditional yuniesky & ivy mason

sevgi gore & mindy khan

ENEMIES!!!!!

parker macmillan & juke gnocchi

i'm sure this will come as a shock to all of you. but megan ito/parker macmillan

also megan ito/clare ballard

there's something going on here. not sure what

............megan ito/parker macmillan

reese clark & margarito nava

terrell bradley & rivers javier

anyway feel free to ask about these ^_^ might make an oc one as well

#pls don't feel pressured to send asks lol #just if u want to ^_^ #don't want to maintag this but i'd like it for future reference l #blaseball fr #blaseball (organizational) #can you tell im a fan of the spies and crabs

[scotianostra]

On June 2nd 1581, James Douglas, the Earl of Morton was beheaded on the Maiden.

The fourth and last of little James VI regents, Morton was arguably the most able of the bunch and distinguished his span of authority by winning the raging civil war against James’s mother Mary.  Regent Morton had a reputation for avarice during his run in the 1570s. However, deriving as it does from his executive impingement on the treasures of courtiers and clans no less grasping than himself, that reputation probably ought to be taken with a pinch of salt.

If nothing else, Regent Morton had the excuse of king and country. Sir Walter Scott, for one, favored this Red Douglas with a much more charitably statesmanlike gloss in his books The Monastery and The Abbott, part of his Waverley collection.

As one example, Morton irked divines by enforcing with a minimum of pious exceptions a pre-existing statute requiring a one-third cut of ecclesiastical revenues.

Likewise, he made an enemy of Lady Agnes Keith — the widow of the assassinated first regent — and her (subsequent) husband, the Earl of Argyll by forcing them to turn over crown jewels that were being held in their quote-unquote safekeeping.

In 1578, this Argyll kidnapped King James VI and induced the 12-year-old to declare his majority and dismiss the Earl of Morton. Argyll landed a Chancellorship out of the deal: Morton — well, you know. He would eventually be accused, 14 years’ belatedly but not inaccurately, of complicity in the 1567 murder of the Kings’ father Lord Darnley.

Argyll in the end lost his head to that distinctive Scottish proto-guillotine known as the Maiden. Though the apparatus actually dates back to 1564,* a legend as moralistic as it is specious holds that the Regent Morton was himself the man who ordered construction of the device that would eventually end his own life. Sir Walter could hardly be asked to resist that kind of material:

“Look you, Adam, I were loth to terrify you, and you just come from a journey; but I promise you, Earl Morton hath brought you down a Maiden from Halifax, you never saw the like of her — and she’ll clasp you round the neck, and your head will remain in her arms.”

“Pshaw!” answered Adam, “I am too old to have my head turned by any maiden of them all. I know my Lord of Morton will go as far for a buxom lass as anyone; but what the devil took him to Halifax all the way? and if he has got a gamester there, what hath she to do with my head?”

“Much, much!” answered Michael. “Herod’s daughter, who did such execution with her foot and ankle, danced not men’s heads off more cleanly than this maiden of Morton. ‘Tis an axe, man, — an axe which falls of itself like a sash window, and never gives the headsmen the trouble to wield it.”

“By my faith, a shrewd device,” said Woodcock; “heaven keep us free on’t!”

-Sir Walter Scott, The Abbott

Any young travellers out there, when next in Edinburgh, quaff Scots engineering acumen with the friendly backpackers crashing at the High Street Hostel — the glorious stone town house that was once Regent Morton’s very own crib, so you can soak up the history, and watch out for his ghost, that is said to haunt the lodgings,  their Night Porter swears he's seen some weird stuff at the wee sma’ hours of the night.

After he got the chop his corpse remained on the scaffold for the following day, until it was taken for burial in an unmarked grave at Greyfriars Kirkyard. His head, however, remained on "the prick on the highest stone" as was tradition with traitors, where it remained for eighteen months until it was ordered to be reunited with his body in December 1582. Morton's final resting place is reputedly marked by a small sandstone post incised with the initials "J.E.M." for James Earl of Morton. The post is more probably a Victorian marker for a lairage. In the very unlikely event that a marker were permitted for an executed criminal, the inscribed initials would have been "J.D." and, secondly, it would have been cleared away in 1595 when all stones were removed from Greyfriars

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