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buriedself · 5 months

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" we're going to be taking a lie detector test today. you will be hooked up to the machine, and we will ask you a series of questions - whether you tell the truth or lie is up to you, but the test wil be able to snitch out any lies."

a wide smile, the type that leaves their eyes glittering. " right, yup, i've seen like so many of these. i just can't believe i'm here on this side of it. wow are the studio lights always this hot ? "

" to start, what is your first name and what city are we in ? "

" my dad named me abeke, but my mom gave me the name james. they're both my first names. most people call me james. oh shoot, that's a lie. most people actually call me jem, short for james, which is kinda silly because why shorten a name that's five letters long in the first place ? i digress. we're in new york. "

" thank you. how are you feeling today ? "

" nervous, oh god i'm so nervous. i think i'm getting a stomach ache. can i get some water ? you know what, it's fine, i can wait until we're done here. " clears their throat, squares off shoulders. on top of the table, their fingers tap out a meaningless beat. " nervous. final answer. "

" understandable. how about an easier one - what's your favourite colour ? "

" how is this any easier ? i'm not good at making choices. it took me more time to settle on the title for my latest release than it was to actually write the book. um. uh. " the interviewer is wearing floral. that doesn't really help. they can't see past the interviewer anyway — are the lights always this blinding ? " i don't... really have one. rainbow ? is that a cop out ? "

" and your favourite film genre ? "

" not a genre, but my favorite type of movies are adaptions of books. doesn't matter what kind, i just love to see what made it in and what didn't. " cue nervous giggle. they're not supposed to share the news they got about their book possibly getting an adaption for the big screen, and god is it hard to keep their mouth shut.

" let's see - what is one thing you wouldn't be found without ? "

" oh ! that's a really easy one. " they dig into the pockets of their jacket and pull out a small notebook and a pen. " i feel like this is super obvious. i'm a writer, i write, i always have something running through my mind. actually, do you mind a second ? no one zoom into what i'm writing. " jem ducks their head and shields their journal with one arm as they scrawl onto a blank page for a minute. " okay, sorry, done ! let's keep going. "

" keeping it light, what's your drink of choice ? "

" water ? i don't drink, honest. "

" that's a lie. "

" redbull. i'msorrymompleasedon'tkillme. "

" which of the following have you attended, and would you attend ? "

bold what's been attended, italicize what would attend / attend again.

the ballet. the met gala. the horse track. the race track. a yacht party. the opera. the orchestra. a broadway show. a shakespeare production. a concert. a comedian. an ( american ) football game. a soccer / football game. a documentary film. a film premiere. a polo game. art museum. wine tastings. nyc sightseeing tour. celebrity sightseeing tours. haunted tours. charity galas. fashion shows. fashion week. disneyworld / disneyland. a basketball game. a hockey game. a baseball game. a boxing match. a cricket match. the golf course. the olympics.

" oooh, we're jumping into something a bit heavier now. what is the one thing you want to achieve in life ? "

" i'm already on the best sellers list, which is nuts on it's own, but if i'm allowed to dream a little... i'd love adaptions for my books. and this one's definitely a stretch, but god, imagine me with a pulitzer. "

" who knows what the fates have in store. how do you feel about reputation.com ? it's all anyone seems to be talking about lately. "

jem blinks. tilts their head. " i've been on a little bit of a social media hiatus. "

" ... "

" fine. sorry to my publisher. i have definitely been on my phone. but i still don't really know what reputation.com is ? i don't think i'm relevant enough to be on a gossip site... "

" everyone is entitled to their own opinion, i guess. what's the weirdest / craziest headline you've read about yourself there ? "

" booktok's giving me ulcers, okay ? saw something online about how i'm apparently writing a romance book last year ? i don't write romance. any romantic vibes in any of my novels are completely unintentional but i support anyone who thinks lukas, zora, and jingyi should be a throuple. "

" what's something you are currently working on ? "

" i think my publisher will have my head if i say anything specific. i'm writing ! i'm always writing. right now i'm obviously working on the f&s sequel, but i also have two secret projects on the back burner that i'm really excited to share. "

" i'll look forward to it. one last official question - and it's an easier one. cats or dogs ? "

" cats ! i have one. her name is cat the second. i had a cat named cat when i was a kid. "

" personally, i'm a dog fan anyday. anything else you'd like to add ? "

" yes ! i'm still really nervous. i don't know how actors and muscians do this all day. seriously, good for you guys. i'm not built for this, but i had a really good time, thank you for having me ! "

" well, thank you so much for joining us today - can't wait to have you back with us soon."

#wealth.lies #intro later pt 3 but sooner than pt 1 and 2

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so-long-soldier28 · 2 months

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Random thought but if Kai was a professional sports player which sport would u pick for him??

Okay for the first time, I am high-key struggling with this. I used to play a number of sports in high school, and watched several in college, too, but looking at this question, my mind has just gone blank. But it's been sitting in my inbox long enough so I better answer it before I feel too bad. 😅

Disclaimer: I have no idea what I'm talking about.

So, first I thought maybe soccer, because it's not too much contact but is still considered a contact sport. I feel like Kai's someone who's not a fan of his personal space being invaded, so I can't see him doing [american] football or anything like that. Plus, he's kinda a little guy, but not a delicate little guy, so he's capable of contact sports, but I can't see him doing collision-heavy sports like football.

Then I considered rugby, where there's more contact than soccer, but still not as much as football. I feel like rugby is a sport where fights break out a lot, and Kai would 100% be involved in a sports' related fight. Hockey, too, maybe, if we're taking fighting into account. 😂 And Oregon's relatively close to Canada, so hockey is probably at least somewhat prevalent.

If you didn't say professional sports player, I would've said track and field, and went with the storyline that his mom signed him up when he was in middle school and he got stuck in it. She wanted him to be amongst his peers but not in a contact sport, and decided that was the perfect option. He complained almost daily.

That, or in high school, he played basketball for the sole purpose of getting to watch cheerleaders. He'd be purposely bad so he'd always be out and could watch them instead of playing. But professionally, he wouldn't do basketball; I just can't see it.

Volleyball, I can see him playing professionally. It's fast-paced (as are most sports), but not so much that you can't catch your breath every once in a while. It isn't a contact sport, and requires a lot of reliance on your teammates. If Kai was a professional sports player without his trauma, he'd probably play this, although with his trauma, I'm not so sure.

Last but not least (I certainly didn't almost forget about this one), he might play baseball. I don't really know why, he just kinda has the vibes. Plus, baseball players tend to be the cutest of sports players, and he would much enjoy the attention he'd be sure to receive. Oh! And there's that detail where he had a backpack full of every Alex Rodriguez baseball card, so canonically, he's a big baseball fan.

Now...

Most likely NOT:

swimming - I read a fic awhile back that said he didn't know how to swim, yet in the '94 PW would keep going back in the ocean / water anyway & would continuously drown, and I feel like that's pretty on par for Kai

basketball - just seems too fast-paced, & I can see him doing it in high school, but not professionally

wrestling - just no... he likes touching people but not that much, 😅 or that could just be me, who absolutely hates wrestling

Most likely:

rugby - contact but not collision; he'd be a fight-picker

baseball - canonically a fan + the attention + vibes

Winner: Baseball

Once I remembered the Alex Rodriguez detail, it sold it for me. Plus you can't tell me he wouldn't just love getting girls' attention with that uniform. 😂 It's also not a sport that's too dependent on your teammates, and also not too much of a contact sport. Seems like a good middle ground for him.

#i looked up a list of sports to do this and one of them was bowling #how tf is bowling a sport #anyway #i'm so sorry this took me so long #i finally got a minute to think today and was able to answer😂#kai parker #the vampire diaries #if you're curious i played volleyball and soccer in hs #and 1 year basketball; 2 years cheerleading #but also danced for 12 years; maybe kai would dance too idk #definitely has the form for it if he can get over 80s/90s stigma about men dancing

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monacodarling · 2 months

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ tl;dr [about me] ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

♍ (sun) | ♑ (moon) | ♉ (rising) INTJ #forzaferrarisiempre 🐎

Learning 🇨🇳🇮🇹🇯🇵

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🥟 you can call me macchie ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) Mom to 🐱🐱 and 🐶

🥟I draw (sometimes). I write (rarely). I delulu (daily).

🥟this is my f1 sideblog. RPF (respectfully). I might have opinions from time to time, but I will tag accordingly!

🥟 I have a wide range of interests. F1 is something I'm new at! But for sports, I'm currently into: Tennis, Football (Soccer), Hockey, and Baseball. Ohh, and basketball definitely.

⚠️ This is an 18+ blog. I'm an adult (against my will). I would like to have a space to share with people I'm comfortable with. So. People nearish my age.

⭐ Video game lover. Movie buff. Weeb. Chronically online. Hyperfixated overachiever who probably needs a therapist. Lots of interest, and I love to talk about stuff that makes your eyes sparkle.

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Fave Drivers (Current Grid)

Charles Leclerc (CL16)

Oscar Piastri (OP81)

Alex Albon (AA23)

Yuki Tsunoda (YT22)

I support other drivers from time to time like MV33, LH44, PG10. Particularly, Logan and Lando are starting to grow on me! And Sauber boys!!

Fave ships

Currently: Piarles and Lestappen (Charlos/Sebchal/1644 from time to time). Huge Loscar, with Landoscar growing on me (thanks to a couple of great writers!) Galex, Brocedes, and Seb/Everyone lmao

Fave friendships

Currently: Piarles, lestappen, TWITCH QUARTET/INTREPID TEAM, Introvert Padel (OP,AA,LS), Aston boys, Mctwinks, Sauber boys! NAD YUKIERRE. Mixed feels about Charlos but Charlos is cute i guess

Will probably update this page once I have the energy to do so.

Come yell with me!!

#about me #chitchat

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trashyinfernomusic · 1 year

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The Big Texas Post

Y’know what’s funny? Explaining Texas culture to non-Texans.

People from Dallas: Dallasites. People from Houston: Houstonians. People from Austin: Weird.

Texas has two pro baseball teams, three pro basketball teams, two pro football teams, two pro soccer teams, and one pro hockey team (and tried to get a second in the Houston Aeros but that didn’t work out).

Most sports orgs are based in either Dallas or Houston, and the two cities have a rivalry that when left unchecked causes brawls in restaurants and bars (among other chaotic things). The general rule is that Houstonians hate Dallas, Dallasites hate Houston, everyone hates Austin, and San Antonio and El Paso are just the two kids in the corner trying to stay out of the fighting. However, if you’re from out-of-state and you hate on any of them, you’ll be the one on the receiving end of a beat-down because “no one messes with my little brother but me, damnit!”

Meanwhile, you have all the people who self-identify as being from one of the big cities even though they’re really from a suburb that’s about an hour away. Live in Spring, TX? “Oh, I’m from Houston.” Live in Arlington (which is where the Texas Rangers - largely considered a Dallas sports team - are located)? You’re considered from Dallas or the DFW area. We Texans don’t really care about the accuracy. We care more about whether or not you’re from the coast (Houston), the middle (Dallas/San Antonio), the weird (Keep Austin Weird was supposed to be a slogan that would promote mom-and-pop small businesses in the city. The rest of Texas leapt on the opportunity to make fun of it. Sorry, Austin), the border (El Paso, Texarkana), or somewhere out in the middle of nowhere. The state’s too big to get into the nitty gritty.

And don’t even get me started on college rivalries. You’ve got U of H, UT, A&M, SFA, and even more acronyms and mascots and history and - well, let’s just say it can all get out of hand. Actually, A&M and UT refuse to play each other anymore out of stubbornness - they hate each other that much. (Personally, I land on the Aggie side of things. Anyone who goes so far as to genetically engineer maroon bluebonnets to prank another school has earned my affection. Though UT can give as good as they get.)

Some other weird/fun things about Texas include: - Drive through margarita places - Kolaches (which are a Czech sweet pastry that we bastardized into a savory breakfast option) - The Battle for the Boot (I kid you not, two baseball teams compete against each other for a silver cowboy boot every once in a while. It’s the silliest and yet most Texan thing ever.) - Buck-ees - The second largest port in the US (the amount of people who don’t understand that yes, Houston is on the water, and yes, it has a booming transport industry is alarming) - Really good barbecue (ours is tomato based, which makes the sauce thick and sweet) - Strange laws including one where you’re not allowed to have pliers in the back pocket of your jeans (it’s a holdover from when cattle rustlers would use them to cut barbed-wire fences) - There’s a law where in the US, no state capital is allowed to be taller than the US capital. Texas built theirs on a hill - it’s not taller, it just happens to be... higher. - People argue over this one, but Texas DOES have the right to secede from the union. - Six Flags the theme park was named such because it stands for Six Flags Over Texas. Why? Texas has had six different flags flying over it: France, Spain, Republic of Texas, United States, Confederacy, and Mexico. Yes, you read that right: France. No, we were not acquired in the Louisiana Purchase. - Dry counties are a thing. No alcohol is allowed to be consumed or sold! That being said, a trailer park of 200 came together to create the town Mobile, TX so that they could sell and consume liquor in the 90s - In 1963, Janice Joplin was voted “Ugliest Man on Campus” at the University of Texas - The Houston Grand Opera is considered one of the best opera companies in the world!

#texas #ferno rambles #someone asked me texas questions in a comment on AO3 and I decided why not #texas culture #stupid texas things #fanfic #i only tag that because this spawned from a fic

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wildflowerswildhorses · 6 months

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Oh yes Amanda is a sports fan and definitely baseball, totally a Braves fan. Carisi, he's italian, there's soccer in his life too, I can feel it lol (sorry I'm italian, soccer here is n.1 sport 😅) I don't know if only MLS or also european teams. (The bar where they did the goodbye party for him in season 21 premiere was playing a soccer game at the tv, maybe it was a sign 😄). He talked about an aunt in Ischia which is an island off the coast of Napoli so maybe if part of the family is from the south which I believe it is (Serafina feels like a 'south mom') he could go for SSC Napoli, idk. But he had a granfather from Torino too if I remember correctly so maybe the father part of the family is from the north? Who knows. I think tho we're talking about grandparents or gran granparents italian heritage here, because I think/feel like Serafina and Dominick senior were born in America.

-God i would love for one of the girls to start play soccer, and following the women teams so he and Amanda bring her to see some USWNT or NWSL games too.-

Also Carisi played basketball so maybe he follow basketball? Make it Knicks or Nets? I feel like Knicks, I don't see him much watching football tho, but maybe baseball yes, feels like a Mets guy lol (because I saw Peter with a Mets shirt once). Imagine Mets vs Braves at casa Rollins-Carisi 😂

Amanda being a braves fan was the easily thing to put together lmao.

Honestly all the teams I know are NCAA basketball and SEC football - it’s all college sports for me - I don’t know hardly any major leagues lmao (and that’s on being raised in the south 😅) and a handful of baseball teams

I only know hockey teams because my best friend from college was a Pittsburgh Penguins fan 😅

Soccer is like a foreign concept to me but I think I have subconsciously decided that Jesse would pick up soccer for some reason so I could definitely see it (literally trying to work on a fic right now that drops a mention of it 🤣)

Lmao them watching a baseball game at home of their competing teams would be something I’d love to see

#answered asks #svu talk

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ofchaosandcomets · 1 year

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Logan Reece Evans || 24 || FC: Ross Lynch

LREvans has 865 followers on instagram and can often be found interacting with Jamie Scott, Dre Fields, Sawyer Scott, and Addison Evans.

THE BACKSTORY:

Logan Reece Evans is the only child of Clay and Sara Evans. He and his dad had a bit of a rocky start, considering Clay removed Logan from his memory, but it all ended up okay. Logan had a lot of questions about everything at first and he really wasn’t sure how to ask them. With Quinn’s help though, Logan and his dad were able to move past it all. He never got a chance to know his mother, but he’s always claimed Quinn as his own. Much like his father, Logan is a sports guy. He loves them all - basketball, soccer, baseball, football - but hockey is his absolute favorite. Quinn and Clay took him ice skating when he was 8 and Logan was a natural. He frequently attended The Carolina Hurricanes’ games growing up and also played goalie for his high school team. Logan never really aspired to play at the next level, he honestly didn’t think he was that good. So he was quite surprised when the head coach from the University of Vermont showed up at one of the last games his junior year and offered him a scholarship to play for them the following season.

Though Logan was incredibly smart, his main passion was music. He his mom and aunt Haley to thank for that, he supposed. Haley was the one who taught him to play piano. He learned guitar and drums all on his own. He had a knack for photography too and he appreciated it, often helped his mom out from time to time with different photoshoots, but it wasn’t the same for him.

Currently, Logan holds a bachelors degree in Music from the University of Vermont and plays minor league hockey for the Checkers in Charlotte, NC. When he’s not on the ice, you’re likely to find Logan playing music with his band at bars around the East Coast.

RELATIONSHIPS

Jamie Scott: & Dre Fields: Logan grew up playing with Jamie and Dre, and is close with them both. Logan loves going to Jamie and Dre's basketball games. He doesn't get to go as often as he likes, but he tries to go whenever he can. They support him at hockey games and music gigs as they can too.

Sawyer Scott: Logan and Sawyer have always been close but recently, it seems like something more may be developing. He's not really sure how he feels about it because of their age difference, but he can't deny that something is there.

Addison Evans: Logan and Addison actually have a lot in common and get along really well, in spite of their age difference. He can be a bit over protective at times, but he means well.

#ocncsecondchars #ocncsecondcharsopen #ocncsecondcharsopenm

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laresearchette · 1 year

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Thursday, October 20, 2022 Canadian TV Listings

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: A RADICAL LIFE (discovery +) INSIDE AMY SCHUMER (Paramount +) V/H/S/99 (Shudder)

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT ONE OF US IS LYING (TBD - Showcase)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA MEN MOM (Season 8)

NETFLIX CANADA YELLOW ROSE

MLB BASEBALL (SNEast/SN1) 7:30pm: ALCS: Yankees vs. Astros - Game #2

GRAND SLAM OF CURLING (SN) 2:00pm: Tour Challenge: Draw 10 (SNWest/SN360) 6:00pm: Tour Challenge: Draw 11 (SN Now) 10:00pm: Tour Challenge: Draw 12

NHL HOCKEY (SN NOW +) 7:00pm: Ducks vs. Bruins (TSN2) 7:00pm: Coyotes vs. Habs (SNOntario) 7:00pm: Stars vs. Leafs (TSN5) 7:00pm: Capitals vs. Sens (SNPacific) 8:00pm: Canucks vs. Wild (SNWest) 9:00pm: Hurricanes vs. Oilers (SN360) 9:30pm: Sabres vs. Flames (TSN3) 10:00pm: Jets vs. Knights

NBA BASKETBALL (TSN2) 10:00pm: Clippers vs. Lakers

MLS SOCCER (TSN4) 8:00pm: MLS Playoffs: Philadelphia vs. Cincinnati (TSN4) 10:00pm: MLS Playoffs: LAFC vs. LA Galaxy

DRAGONS' DEN (CBC) 8:00pm: A racer sets the pace for virtual events; a husband and wife team hopes the Dragons can get on their level; a biochemist looks to make a fair trade in the Den; a couple hopes the Dragons will help them ride a wave to success.

JAMIE'S ONE-PAN WONDERS (CTV Life) 8:00pm/8:30pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Jamie Oliver shows how to make easy meals cooked in just one pan, pot or dish.

NFL FOOTBALL (TSN) 8:15pm: Saints vs. Cardinals

THE FIFTH ESTATE (CBC) 9:00pm: Investigating the murky world of human smuggling after a family of four from India, including an infant, freezes to death in January while trying to cross from Manitoba into Minnesota.

THE LAZARUS PROJECT (Showcase) 9:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): When George keeps reliving the same few weeks over and over, he is offered an opportunity that will change his life forever.

BIG TIMBER (History Canada) 9:00pm: While Kevin works on his breakwater at Hook Bay, Erik gets to work on the Pipe Dream, while the mill hosts a group of high school students interested in learning how the business works.

THE GHOST TOWN TERROR (DTour) 9:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Tim and Sapphire help the Broussard family solve the haunting of Gunslinger Gulch.

CANADIAN REFLECTIONS (CBC) 11:30pm: Talk; The Gentle Art of Violence

#cdntv #cancon #canadian tv #canadian tv listings #dragons' den #the fifth estate #the lazarus project #big timber #canadian reflections #mlb baseball #curling #nhl hockey #nba basketball #mls soccer #nfl football

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iamtheblondestblonde · 4 years

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Slides and Serendipity

Part One (4.7 k)

AN: Here it is!!! (At least the beginning of it). Quarantine has finally given me the time to write something that I’ve wanted to for a while. I want to start off by saying that English is not my first language so I want to say sorry for any mistakes in advance. I have decided against using Y/N (so sorry) because it’s going to be long and I need the character to be developed so I might as well name her. There’s also some smut planned but I’ll put a warning when we’ve reached that point. Feedback is always appreciated and with that said, let’s get down to business.

Warnings: language

It was a beautiful day and the Dallas sun was truly living up to its reputation, beating down at everyone spending their time at the dog park. I had brought along a blanket and watched Yogi run circles around the trees to my left. Even with my light summer dress I was feeling the heat and just as I was considering moving to the shade something bright jumped on my blanket before zooming off.

I hadn’t even fully registered what was happening when a guy literally jumped over me, chasing after what I now recognized as a Labrador.

“Gerry stop that! Drop it right now!”, he was yelling but the dog didn’t listen at all. This caught Yogi’s attention who was now all over the place trying to figure out what caused the commotion surrounding his mom.

It was only then that I realized that one of my slides was missing. I’d taken them off half an hour ago so I could lie down and properly relax in the sun. I cursed before springing to my feet and following the dude that was still chasing his dog around the park, Yogi at my heels. When I finally caught up to him, I couldn’t hold back and said: “You know if you keep chasing him he’s only going to keep running away because he thinks it’s a game.”

He finally stopped running to turn around and for the first time I got a good look at him. I barely reached up to his shoulders, tiny next to his muscular build and even though he hid his eyes behind sunglasses, I couldn’t help the feeling of recognition that surged me. I knew I had seen him somewhere before, but my mind hadn’t caught up yet.

The lab had now dropped my shoe several feet from where we were now standing and looked up to his owner expectantly.

“What would you propose then?”, he asked while looking down at me with raised eyebrows. For a second I considered sending Yogi after my slide but I wasn’t entirely sure that he’d get the command right and would instead start chasing the lab. Then I remembered his treats in my small cooler.

“Give me a sec, I might have something that could help.”

I had made some dog ice cream last week and after commanding Yogi to stay put I jogged over to my spot and pulled out a baggie with a self-made ice cream sandwich that I had brought to cool my dog off after spending the day in the sun.

“I try to get him over here with this and you go and grab my slide. Don’t worry this is dog-friendly”, I assured him before taking the sandwich and crouching down. Yogi whined when I didn’t give the treat to him but stayed put, even at four months old he was very disciplined.

“His name is Gerry”, the guy next to me explained and I started to call for the dog, cooing for him to come over. After a few seconds he finally realized that I had food in my hands and happily abandoned my slide for the deliciousness that I was offering. Not soon after my hand was covered in slobber and the ice cream sandwich was gone.

“He got your shoe good, I’m so so sorry this happened. I don’t know what’s going on with him today”, the guy apologized before holding out my now ruined slide. He had managed to chew the side in a way that made the top come off at one side. I sighed at the loss of one of my most comfortable pairs of shoes.

“Ugh, this is what you get for wearing Givenchy to the dog park, I should’ve known better”, I responded defeated but I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me. The situation was so absurd.

The guy started laughing as well and extended his hand to me to introduce himself.

“These aren’t the best circumstances to meet but I’m Tyler and this is Gerry as you know already, only usually his behavior is at least a little better, I swear. He hasn’t chewed on shoes in months.”

The name was the last piece that I needed to place him and I shook his hand, knowing full well who was standing across from me.

“I’m Olivia and don’t beat yourself up about it, at least your dog has enough taste to go for designer. This is Yogi by the way”, I mentioned to my dog that was now excitedly sniffing Gerry. At least Yogi had taste as well because if he had to make new doggy friends, they might as well belong to famous hockey players.

“They seem to be getting along rather well”, Tyler laughed at the way our dogs were now circling each other before chasing each other around the park. I came here to tire Yogi out so there was no way I was interrupting his play time now. I contemplated for a second before inviting Tyler to sit with me. We moved my blanket over to the shade before sitting down next to each other. I offered him a drink out of the cooler.

“You certainly came prepared”, Tyler commented with a smile before gulping down large sips of the cool water. Relying on my shades to keep me covered I openly ogled the way he swallowed, which was hotter than one might think. I never would have thought that my day would look like this but I certainly wasn’t complaining with that view.

“Yeah Yogi has a lot of energy so I was planning on letting him run around until he was tired and knowing him that can take hours”, I laughed lightly, watching him run away from Gerry at full speed, the poor lab had no chance.

“What kind of dog is it? I don’t think I’ve ever seen one like him before.”

“I actually don’t know 100%. I found him with the rest of his litter abandoned when I was on vacation in Greece. From the coloring of his siblings we know that one of his parents had to have been a Husky and my guess is some kind of Shepherd-Collie mix for the other one but I don’t know for sure. He’s the only one with a white coat and I knew I had to take him with me”, I explained and leaned back onto my elbows, enjoying the few rays of sunshine that hit my face through the trees.

“Aw. I think it’s great that you rescued him. Did his siblings find new homes as well?”

It was sweet that Tyler was showing such an interest in Yogi and soon after we were trying to trump each other with stupid dog stories.

“One time I was walking into an arena when I saw a super cute dog and, me being me, I stopped to pet him when the little shit jumps up and bites my ass in front of everyone there. It was so embarrassing”, he relayed and at this point I was wiping away tears from laughing so hard.

“Okay you win I give up. I can’t possibly top getting humiliated in front of fans”, I responded, only realizing afterwards that I’d given away the fact that I knew who he was.

“So you know who I am”, Tyler simply stated and I nodded my head.

“I may have only moved to Dallas last week but even I can’t escape the obsession with hockey. I lived in Denver before and I’ve even seen you on the ice a couple of times, but at first I thought you were some football player though.”

“Why football?”, it was now his time to laugh.

“I don’t know. I recognized you from somewhere and your build told me you must be an athlete. Even with you towering over me you’re not super tall or lanky enough so basketball was out, I literally don’t know any American soccer teams or Baseball players and I forgot about ice hockey so that only left football, although I don’t really follow football.”

“I’m just going to ignore the fact that you forgot hockey because the more important question is: Do you follow ice hockey?”

“I’m slowly starting to understand the obsession with it”, I responded, knowing full well that my statement could be interpreted as me flirting, even though I was actually talking about the speed of the games that I sometimes missed in other sports. Partly at least.

Tyler beamed back at me and pushed his hand through his hair, a move I had come to cherish. Before he could say anything else though, Gerry came bouncing over with Yogi in tow, dropping a stick in front of our feet, both looking expectantly at us. Tyler got up first and then extended his hand to pull me up beside him.

“Do you want to do the honors?”, Tyler asked and held out the slobbery stick to me. We took turns throwing it as far away as we could and it was no surprise that his throws were way longer than mine. At some point we’d finally managed to tire the dogs out so we laid back on the blanket, the dogs resting at our feet and sipping some water from the bowl that I had brought.

Tyler and I continued our conversation, soon talking about more personal things than hockey.

“I gave myself four weeks to adjust before starting to work again and I’m really glad I still have almost three of them left to explore the city. I’ve been outside every day just walking around and Yogi has been loving it. We haven’t hit any of the sights though because I wanted him to adjust first”, I explained and pushed up my shades to properly look him in the eyes as he’d done the same minutes ago.

“I can show you around if you want. I mean I’ve lived here for quite a bit and I know all of the best doggy friendly places and if you want to do something without them I know some great spots as well.”

I was surprised at his offer, an international superstar athlete being my guide around the city was something I would’ve never seen coming. Nevertheless, it was a great opportunity because even though I knew some people in the area from college I still wanted to make new friends.

We exchanged phone numbers and seeing as he was off for a bit as well we decided to go hiking together tomorrow.

“Is it okay if I bring Gerry’s brothers as well?”, Tyler asked me as I was folding my blanket.

“He has brothers?”, I asked in surprise because I may have recognized him, but didn’t actually know that much about his personal life besides the stuff that he’d told me.

“Well they’re not actually brothers, but I have three labs in total. Cash and Marshall were just too tired to come with me today. They’re probably wondering where we are though, I was only planning to be gone for like an hour or so”, he added sheepishly, again sliding his hand through his hair before rubbing his neck.

I had ignored my phone for most of the day, but a quick look told me that we had spent four hours talking on that blanket. I hadn’t even noticed how far the sun had travelled across the blue sky until now. Before I could apologize for keeping him he waved me off as if reading my thoughts.

“Don’t worry, I had a great time though”, he assures me with a big smile. A smile that I had come to appreciate over the course of the afternoon. I looked down smiling and it was only then that I realized that there was no way that I could walk back in my ruined shoes, knowing full-well that the hot pavement would burn my bare feet.

Tyler looked down with me and quickly understood my dilemma.

“Don’t worry, I can give you a lift home, it’s the least I could do. I am somehow responsible for this after all”, he laughed and I smiled at him. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d smiled and laughed this much in one day.

We leashed the dogs again and made our way over to where he’d parked his car. As soon as the grass gave way to burning hot concrete he motioned for me to jump on his back.

“You’ll hurt yourself if you walk on this, trust me I know from experience”, he pleaded and crouched even farther down after handing me Garry’s leash as well. I swung my cooler over my back, grabbed both leashes in one hand and hopped on, quickly wrapping my legs around his torso. He straightened up and wrapped his hands around my thighs for stability. For a second the feel of his big hands on my naked thighs was clouding my thoughts. To my defense, with the move and everything it had been a while since I was last touched like this by a guy.

Tyler didn’t seem to notice anything and kept up our conversation all the way to his car. I raised my eyebrows at the black G wagon.

“You know you’re gonna get fur all over those seats, right?”, I asked skeptically because I know full well that this was not a cheap car. Tyler just laughed and opened the door on the back, exposing his trunk that was covered in blankets.

“It’s fine, my dogs sit back here all the time and the blankets make it easy to clean.”

After putting everything and everyone away we hopped in the car and Tyler asked me to type in my address.

“You’re shitting me, right?”, he exclaimed and seeing my confused look he went on to explain “That’s like two streets over from where I live”

I couldn’t believe the coincidence, this was too much, right?

I woke up early next morning, the sun streaming through the big windows in my bedroom and hitting me square in the face. The layout of the house made it possible to watch both sunrises and sunsets from my bed but even with me being a morning person, sunrises were a rare sight.

Yogi started wagging his tail as soon as he saw me and I wasted no time in letting him out into the backyard. The size of the well-kept area was one of the reasons I had bought this house weeks ago and with some furniture changes and other small adjustments I’d truly made this place my new home, loving the way it turned out.

I looked at my phone to see a text from Tyler, still not 100% convinced that yesterday actually happened.

Tyler: Pick you up at 11? Gotta finish my workout first

We had decided that he’d drive again because I knew that there was no way I could fit four dogs into my new car. Even with the G wagon it would be a tight fit.

Me: Sounds perfect. I’m bringing some snacks so do you want me to make some for you too?

The sound of my mixer tuned out the notifications, so it wasn’t until after I’d poured myself my smoothie that I saw his next message, even though he’d only taken seconds to respond.

Tyler: Sounds amazing as long as there’s no olives involved

Me: Olives aren’t a good hiking snack and besides they’re absolutely disgusting

This time it took him a bit longer to reply so by the time my phone pinged I had already finished cutting apples and bananas into my porridge.

Tyler: That sentence just made you 10x more attractive than you already are but I gotta go now, see you later

After my comment about starting to understand the appeal of hockey our conversation had never really lost the flirty undertone, so this wasn’t totally out of place but nevertheless it was unexpected.

With a smile I grabbed my breakfast and sat down on the patio furniture, enjoying the sun and laughing as Yogi chased a butterfly across the yard. I snapped some pictures for social media and my friends and found myself missing my Denver girls all of a sudden. I needed to find new friends here asap.

After some cleaning to waste time I found myself in my closet, trying to figure out what to wear. Even with August coming to an end, Dallas was still very hot and I still hadn’t gotten used to the subtropical climate here. There was no way I’d make it through the day in anything that covered my arms or legs. I finally decided on some running shorts and a light top over a sports bra, praying that the airy materials would help with the heat. To avoid a sunstroke I put on a matching baseball cap, pulled my ponytail through the hole and messed up some strands for that ‘effortless’ look, that was never truly effortless.

Yogi was still in the background by the time I made my way downstairs again, this time heading back to the kitchen. The big kitchen was another reason to buy this house, as I loved to cook and knew my way around the stove. Cutting lemons and cucumber for the water I put two bottles into a backpack and then moved on to cut carrots in sticks and the stuff I needed for sandwiches.

I had just finished stuffing everything into the backpack when my doorbell rang. Yogi started barking of course, a habit I hadn’t gotten him to drop yet, and followed me to the door. Tyler was casually leaning against my entrance and smiled as soon as I opened the door. I let Yogi sniff him, finally deeming him to be safe before reaching out and hugging him. His arms around me were gone too soon though as he bent down to greet his new friend. I grabbed a harness and a leash and followed Tyler to his car.

“I hope it’s okay that I’m gonna put Yogi in the trunk with Gerry. It’s not that I don’t trust him to sit on the backseat with Cash or Marshall, in fact he’s probably already raised better than any of them but I just thought…”

“Tyler it’s fine, it’s your car anyway and besides Gerry and Yogi already know each other”, I interrupted his rambling and waved him off. He opened the backdoor and two labs hopped out before sniffing first Yogi then me. As soon as everyone got acquainted, we loaded up the car again and Tyler pulled out of my driveway.

“See, over there that’s my house”, Tyler explained, pointing to a house on our left as we drove by.

“No way, I’ve walked past this house almost every day because it’s on the way to the park.”

“Just admit that you’re stalking me woman”, Tyler laughed and I hit his arm before laughing as well. The rest of the drive continued with friendly banter and music before he finally pulled into a parking spot. It was a bit of a struggle to finally get a leash on all four dogs and I offered to take one of the dogs to even things out.

“Here, take Cash. He isn’t as crazy as Gerry so you don’t have to worry about him pulling or anything.”

I grabbed Cash’s leash from Tyler and crouched down to pet him, soon surrounded by all four dogs pawing at me because they wanted a share of my attention. Tyler just laughed at my misery without making a move to help me, instead taking pictures of me almost being pushed down. At least he offered to carry the backpack after I’d finally gotten all furry friends to calm down.

Even with it being a weekday, we passed lots of other people enjoying the sunny weather. Tyler was wearing a snapback and sunglasses to avoid attention but we still didn’t get very far without him being recognized by a group of girls. He mouthed a ‘Sorry’ to me while handing me the other leashes. The girls seemed to be in college age and were curiously looking me up and down.

“Do you want me to take pictures of you?”, I asked politely and the girls nodded excited. I tried my best to keep the camera still with the leashes in my left hand but Tyler kept snickering at me pushing the dogs away from me. The girls were surprisingly nice and as soon as they were done they continued walking, only to stop shortly after to ogle Tyler and me.

“Water break?”, Tyler asked and I nodded, walking around him to grab the bottles.

“Damn you even put stuff in it, I’m not used to such luxury”, he joked about the lemon and cucumber slices but I gave him a pointed stare. We both knew that he was used to a lot of luxuries, even if detox water might not be one of them.

The group of girls was still standing a couple of meters away from us and I was pretty sure they were now, rather unsuccessfully, taking sneaky pictures of us. Tyler noticed as well and sighed.

“I’m sorry about them, every time I’m seen with a member of the female species the fans go crazy”, he apologized but I waved him off.

“Honestly it’s fine, it’s a part of your life. I know how fangirls work and while I’m not overjoyed that my picture will be all over social media, I don’t really care because I’m having a great time”, I responded, squeezing his forearm at the last part. I knew I was pushing it, with the girls still watching, but I needed him to know that I wouldn’t let this ruin our time together. Tyler was funny, constantly making me laugh and it didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes as well. I was determined to not let this put a damper on our day.

He squeezed my shoulder in return before muttering a thanks and turning around so I could put the water bottles back. We then continued our hike as if nothing happened, only being stopped by fans a handful of times. After a particularly steep slope Tyler looked down at me in surprise.

“How are you not out of breath at all? We literally spent the last five minutes practically crawling up that hill”, he exclaimed, sounding a little bit winded. I guess even the stamina of athletes had its limits and I started laughing at his incredulous expression.

“I’m used to hiking in mountains Tyler, this is nothing compared to them. Besides, Denver’s altitude is well over a kilometer higher than what we’re currently at. My lungs are still used to a lot less oxygen”, I explained, still smiling. We continued for a little bit before he suddenly stopped in his tracks, almost making me smack into him.

“Wait, you said kilometer, not feet. I can’t believe I haven’t asked this before, but are you not American?”

I looked at him for a second before bursting out laughing again. We’d literally talked over almost anything and everything but somehow my hometown had never come up.

“No I’m not. I’m actually German, I moved to the US when I was 18 and lived here ever since. First in Cambridge, then Denver and now Dallas.”

“But you don’t have an accent?!”, he sputtered, making me laugh even harder.

“Not all Germans have that terrible accent that’s always in the movies. I started learning English almost twenty years ago and I lost the accent at some point. It still comes out a little bit when I’m drunk or angry though”, I told him and he did another double take.

“Now I have to get you drunk to hear for myself but this leads me to another question, and again I can’t believe I have to ask this only now, but how old are you?”

“I’m 25. In Germany they’re big on foreign languages so we started learning English in school when I was 7 or 8.”

After that our conversation seemed to only focus on my home country but I was happy to answer all of his questions. His interest in the culture was kind of cute and he tried his best to remember and pronounce the few words of German he’d picked up from his time in Switzerland. It was no surprise at all that most of them were anything but PG-13 but it was still very entertaining. I only hoped no one else understood him saying that he wanted to hook up with me in terrible German.

At one point we stopped to eat the lunch that I’d packed for us and the dogs were happily munching away on their treats.

“Mmm this is good”, Tyler praised after taking the first bite out of his sandwich. I only smiled at him because I had my mouth full and we continued our conversation between bites.

“So you like to cook or do your abilities only extend to delicious sandwiches?”, he asked me afterwards before throwing three carrot sticks in his mouth at the same time.

“I love cooking and making all kinds of food. In Germany people don’t get takeout as often as Americans so the habit of preparing home cooked meals has stuck with me over the years. It also helps with healthy eating. I don’t diet or anything like that but I still like to keep it clean.”

“So next time I’m hungry but too lazy to make food I’ll just walk over to your place?”, he asked jokingly but I told him that he’d always be welcome and I meant it. Not only was I in desperate need of any kind of social interaction but I’d never turn a hunky hockey player away from my doorstep.

All day I’d secretly checked him out, mesmerized by the way his thigh muscles moved below his shorts, his broad shoulders, and those strong tattooed arms. This guy was the walking definition of a hunk and while having him in my kitchen wasn’t where I wanted him the most, it was definitely a start.

“About getting you drunk, I’m having some people over for a party starting tomorrow afternoon. You should come if you’re free”, he told me as we were driving back to our neighborhood. I didn’t even need to think about his invitation because there was no way that I’d turn down spending more time with him.

“Of course I’ll come. Do I need to bring anything with me?”

“You should probably wear a swimsuit underneath your clothes, most people end up in the pool at one point.”

By the time Tyler pulled into my driveway it was almost time to start preparing dinner and I had an idea.

“You want to come in and help me cook? I’m not really in the mood to eat alone again.”

It was a risky move but I really hoped he’d take me up on my offer. Eating by yourself night after night could get pretty boring. My friends in the area had all been busy with work during the week and I was sick of Yogi being my only company, even if he was adorable.

“Sure. I should probably shower first though but I can come back after that.”

I told him I’d text him as soon as I was finished cleaning up myself and then he pulled out of the driveway again. I tried to keep my shower as short as possible but the cool water had felt way too good on my overheated body so I’d ended up taking longer than planned. Afterwards I pulled on some yoga pants and a t shirt, leaving my hair to air dry before texting Tyler to come over.

Not even five minutes later he was standing in my doorstep again, now dressed in sweats and smiling down at me.

Tyler was a great sous chef and while he chopped vegetables, I prepared everything else. The easy flow of conversation continued all the way through dinner and even though you’d think that at some point we’d run out of topics we just kept on talking, never having any awkward moments in between. I was almost sad to see him go after we finished cleaning up but I knew that he was probably exhausted after his morning workout and being on his feet for hours and to be honest I was just as tired.

Part Two here

#nhl #nhl imagine #tyler seguin #dallas stars #fic #fanfiction #ice hockey #quarantine #dallas #hockey writing #nhl hockey #hockey #fanfic #Slides and Serendipity #hot hockey players

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ughfitz · 3 years

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I was tagged by @jemmafitzsimmons - Thank you! Funny enough, many of my answers were similar to yours :)

1. What is the color of your hairbrush? - pink

2. Name a food you never eat - cottage cheese

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? - too cold

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? - watching tv

5. What’s your favorite candy bar? - twix

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game? - yes, many (baseball, football, soccer, hockey). Though not a professional team, much like @jemmafitzsimmons, I too have performed at a game with my dance team (and, it was on a military base to boot!)

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? - ‘you only get to bring one friend with you and it won’t be your basketball’ (to my dog, Poppy, who just got a new toy and wants to bring it with her everywhere, including bed, but it is loud!)

8. What is your favourite ice cream? - strawberry

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? - water

10. Do you like your wallet? - sure, though I don’t put too much thought into it

11. What is the last thing you ate? - pasta

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? - nope!

13. What’s the last sporting event you watched? - The Queen’s Gambit

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? - cheese

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to? - my mom

16. Ever been camping? - yes, many times when I was younger

17. Do you take vitamins? - yes, but only one

18. Do you regularly attend a place of worship? - no

19. Do you have a tan? - a natural one, but I’m pretty pale (for me) this year

20. Do you prefer chinese or pizza? - I enjoy both, just depends on my mood

21. Do you drink your soda through a straw? - if it’s in a to-go cup, but otherwise, no.

22. What color socks do you usually wear? - whichever color best matches my outfit (I have quite the sock collection)

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? - no, not really (I think the fastest I’ve ever gone over was 15 and it freaked me out!)

24. What terrifies you? - bugs and heights, unfortunately

25. Look to your left, what do you see? - a candle/the plant I took home from work at the start of WFH orders

26. What chore do you hate most? - drying dishes

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? - since I don’t hear it too often, I’m drawing a blank on my thoughts about one

28. What’s your favorite soda? - ginger ale

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? - typically inside, just to walk around/people watch

30. What’s your favorite number? - 22 (double even)

31. Who’s the last person you talked to? - my mom

32. Favorite meat? - I really don’t enjoy meat, but I usually go for chicken above anything else

33. Last song you listened to? - hallelujah by HAIM

34. Last book you read? - been reading a ton of fic as of late, but I did last start (have yet to finish) Midnight Sun

35. Favorite day of the week? - Thursday

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards? - yes. as someone who struggles with too many thoughts at night, I taught myself the alphabet backwards to distract myself (counting sheep just wasn’t cutting it)

37. How do you like your coffee? - non existent

38. Favorite pair of shoes? - it used to be this pair of fall boots because I thought they were really comfortable, but having since switched to wearing primarily my neon yellow running shoes, I found out that the boots were never actually comfortable. so, I’d say the running shoes

39. Time you normally get up? - between 5:45-6:30a

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? - both

41. How many blankets on your bed? - two, with a smaller blanket to make sure my dog is warm

42. Describe your kitchen plates - black, and two sets of pink/blue that are different shades

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment - quiet

44. Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? - no, I don’t drink.

45. Do you play cards? - rarely

46. What color is your car? - red

47. Can you change a tire? - I’ve done it once, but I wouldn’t be able to do it now

48. Your favorite state or province? - I love where I live

49. Favorite job you’ve had? - my undegrad/grad student employee job

tagging: if you’re wanting to do this and have yet to be tagged, feel free to use me as your tagger ;)

#About me #Replies #ish

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quackjax · 5 years

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Bold The Facts

I was indeed tagged by the amazing @yeahhiyellow, love you!

So I'm gonna tag, uhh, human beings because tagging isn't that much fun.

Rules: Bold everything that applies to you and tag 10 people you’d like to get to know better.

Appearance:

I’m over 5’5” (exactly 6' 3") // I wear glasses/contacts (cuz I cant see anything, lmao)// I have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing (tight clothing makes me feel like I'm being hugged)// I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo(one on my shoulder that says "horns and thorns" don't ask why)// I have blue eyes (get them from my late father)// I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces (HAD BRACES, my teeth are straight now but I'm not)// I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look (lol no) // I prefer Nike to Adidas (I've worn Nike things my whole life)// I wear baseball hats backwards (all. the. time.)

Hobbies and Talents:

I play a sport (baseball, basketball, football, soccer, hockey...)// I can play an instrument (clarinet and guitar) // I am artistic (most of the time)// I know more than one language (I can speak Spanish) // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition(do participation trophies count???)// I can cook or bake without a recipe(thank you, mom for teaching me.) // I know how to swim(but I hate swimming.) // I enjoy writing (writers block can kiss my ass. I love writing!) // I can do origami // I prefer movies to TV shows (no purely because of Adam Ruins Everything) // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own (I can send my thanks to video games, not really tho.) // I have read a new book series this year (read several books, but no series) // I enjoy spending time with friends(as long as they arent in a bad mood.) // I travel during school or work breaks (sometimes - when work isn't a bitch) // I can do a handstand

Relationships:

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend I have known for 10/15 years (love you Steve!) // My parents are together (no, they're both gone) // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship (does a friend count?) // I am an only child (I only have my brother left) // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend (yes I love my online friendos) // I met up with someone I have met online (I wish!!!!!!!)

Aesthetics:

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sunrise(I have during a trip to Malibu.)// I enjoy rainy days (rainy days are the best! But I forgot I broke my leg when it was raining :P) // I have slept under the stars(yeah, with my brother back in Texas.) // I meditate outside // The sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach(West Coast is the Best Coast, no hate.) // I know what snow tastes like(long story, one hint- it was a dare.) // I listen to music to fall asleep(who knew Fall Out Boy could put you to sleep??) // I enjoy thunderstorms(maybe because I can stay inside and chase my 4-year-old around as he screams.)// I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire(beach bonfire) // I pay close attention to colors (lmao, especially dark colors) // I find mystery in the ocean(what if there are such things as giant squid???) // I enjoy hiking on nature paths (yeah, when I have the time) // autumn is my favorite season (yeah, no, that's spring.)

Miscellaneous:

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle (Ive been told I could sleep in a car for hours and not wake up??) // I am the mom friend (I can be, but I'm a little too obsessive and spontaneous) // I live by a certain quote ("We remember the mistakes we made back then, but we dont remeber the amazing things we did." -My Dad.) // I like the smell of sharpies (and a lot of tiher things as well.) // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food (Im half Mexican, what else can I say?) // I can drive a stick-shift (I prefer walking) // I believe in true love (no, that shit aint making any sense to me) // I make up scenarios to fall asleep(okay, okay, it happended ONCE) // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game (I wish I did, but most of the time Im just playing around with my "son".) // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial (Just found out I'm part Italian. But I am Mexican-American.) // I am a redhead // I own at least three dogs (one cat, one dog)

#tagged #yeet #yeehaw #omg #ajax shut up #yee yee #ya yeet #ok #okay #ill stop #most of these are true #wait no #all of them are true

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mackenzie-lukasiaks · 5 years

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Here’s the thing, Brady does have a leg up, but it’s no ones fault it’s not brady’s fault, its not even Abby’s fault honestly. That’s just how the dance world is, boys get special treatment bc they’re boys. And all of these moms and kids have been in the dance world long enough to know that. it’s part of life as a dancer Maybe I’m I’m used to it bc my studio has 30 boys who all get special treatment but like none of us make a deal ab it bc we all got over it years ago

yeah but the thing that does bother me about that is that dance is one of the few sports that girls are encouraged to go into and have the potential to make careers out of. girls can’t be professional baseball or football or hockey players. they can be professional basketball and soccer players, but get just a sliver of the attention and glamour bestowed on professional male athletes. but even in dance, boys are still elevated over girls. and it just annoys me for the sake of the girls because it’s like girls are seen as a dime a dozen in dance, but somehow the same idea never extends to male-dominated sports. girls who play baseball aren’t fawned over the way boys who dance are. in fact, girls who play baseball quickly get shunted into playing softball.

now idk whether any of this is going through the moms’ minds as well. I think it sort of is, because as you said, they know that boys in dance have an automatic advantage over girls, and the fact that abby brought a boy in means that he will get a lot more attention and stand out a lot more in group dances than any of their girls. and no one should be surprised that abby picked a favorite, or even that she picked this boy as her favorite. but I get being annoyed at the whole situation because, frankly, it is annoying.

#anonymous #answered #does this make sense lol #dance moms

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achos-laazov · 5 years

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body check the president

"Keep your head up and your eyes forward."

Or, why Penny wants to play hockey.

Also on AO3 and Fanfiction.net

With several blue briefing folders to your left, Penny and her homework to your right, and Leo tapping on his phone on the couch behind you, you can almost pretend you're back home at Hartford Drive; three Kirkmans waiting for Alex to arrive home from court.

Almost. The clock, ticking on the wall at the far side of the room, sounds different.

You glance up at Penny as you finish the fourth briefing folder in your stack. She's not busy with schoolwork. She's got a math workbook open in front of her, but instead of working through the assigned problems, Penny's staring off into space.

You rap gently on the table in front of her. "Little P?"

She blinks rapidly several times, shaking her head as though clearing it, and blurts, "Daddy, can you sign my sports permission paper?"

You take the sheet that Penny hands you and look it over. It's letting you know that next year, as a sixth grade student, your child will be allowed to join up to two of the following after-school sports leagues, with a parent's signature on the note absolving the school of responsibility for any related injury that occurs on their premises, and promising not to sue. Standard permission slip. You glance through the list: softball, baseball, football, hockey, tennis, soccer, basketball; with notations for which sports were open to boys or girls or both.

"I don't think the Secret Service would be thrilled if you picked a sport with a lot of potential for injury. Like... hockey. Or maybe soccer. Anything else, though. Which team did you want to join?"

Penny looks into her lap and fidgets for a moment, quiet. Oh.

"You wanted to play hockey, didn't you?" She nods. "Why? Are your friends all joining the hockey league? I didn't think it was a popular sport in D.C."

"Guess I'm still a New Yorker." Penny offers, with a false-sounding giggle. She makes it sound like a question.

You level her with a stare over your glasses. What. "Really? After living in Washington half your life?"

She twists her fingers, looking at her lap, at Leo, at the photos on the walls, the bookcases, the clock, anywhere but you, and mumbles something at high speed and low volume. You can't quite catch it.

"Want to try that again?" You gently prompt her and Penny looks over your head, at the picture of Alex framed on the wall behind you.

Quietly, sadly, mournfully, "Mommy loved watching you and Leo play, back in New York, and I just..." her voice is thick as it trails off and Penny swallows hard. Her eyes glisten.

Alex. Grief slams into your heart and catches your breath on its way out.

Alex, your heart beats. The room is silent. Frozen. Still.

Behind you, Leo's fingers stop their movements. The three of you are suspended in loss and memories; of once was and of what could have been.

Alex. The clock ticks on.

"Oh, sweetheart," you sigh, and suddenly your arms are filled with your little girl. You wrap Penny up in a hug, stroking her hair and back while the clock counts the passing seconds. "You miss Mom, don't you? Hockey would give you a connection - you'd feel close to her?"

There's a nod against your chest, your heart, where Alex lives on. You can't take her mother away from her again. Secret Service would have to adapt.

"OK."

Surprised, Penny shoots upwards so fast that her head bangs your chin. "Really?" she asks in disbelief.

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You nod, rubbing your chin, and the smile that shoots over her face is one that you haven't seen in a while.

And several weeks later, you're helping Penny drill on skates midsummer, one night after day camp, to prepare her for next year. She looks at you, beaming her blinding smile that reminds you so much of Alex's, and you turn to wave at the bleachers. And -- pause in memories, because she's not there.

You're both skating, pretending Alex is watching is watching from the empty bleachers, in a rink cleared by the Secret Service. You imagine she's cheering her daughter like she used to do her son, and your heart fills with grief and love.

Penny steals the puck and glides away.

#designated survivor #designated survivor fic #tom kirkman #alex kirkman #tom x alex #Penny Kirkman #leo kirkman #hockey

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charmaccents · 7 years

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meagankimberly · 5 years

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Body Image and Nonconsensual Diets

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I recently read an article on Bitch Media that discussed nonconsensual diets, in which children are subjected to dieting practices and different food and meals from others in their family. It was the first time I saw in writing my own experience of childhood, in terms of the way I was raised to see food and my body.

One instance that stands out in my memory is from when I was about 9 or 10 years old, and I was made to get up earlier than usual for school, so that I could drink a disgusting concoction that consisted of boiled grapefruit juice. It was a remedy my parents had heard about from God knows where that was meant to cut fat to help me lose weight. What I mostly remember of that is that I had to try not to gag as I forced it down my throat, because if I did, I’d get yelled at for being a drama queen.

That’s what happened most of the time when it came to my relationship with food. When I accepted food from someone who offered it, I got “the look.” When I asked for food that wasn’t deemed necessary, I’d get scolded for my gluttony. Because of these experiences, I didn’t even feel comfortable staying for dinner at friends’ houses when their parents invited me after a day of hanging out after school.

I was 12 years old the first time my friend’s mom asked if I wanted to stay, and all I could do was sweat and stutter out a, “No, thank you.” She was so insistent that I wasn’t a burden or that it wasn’t any trouble, because she thought that’s what my concern was, that she called my parents on my behalf. To my surprise, they said yes. I guess they felt obligated, since it was the mom that called them.

In high school, I was old enough to know what foods were good for me and what would help me keep my weight down. That’s why I agreed to salads and fruit mixes of apples and oranges for my lunch throughout most of my four years. After all, it’s the same diet my brother adhered to when he was in high school and doing sports that helped him lose weight.

I didn’t do sports. At least, not in high school. My last entanglement with soccer was in sixth grade. After that, I got involved with the arts and instead opted for musical theater, chorus, and show choir, so that meant I wasn’t super physically active. When I was a kid in elementary and early middle school, I did soccer, cheerleading, gymnastics, and tae kwon do. Still, between those activities and the diets my parents always had me on, I couldn’t seem to lose weight.

Daryl on the other hand, he gained weight sometimes, but was easily able to lose it. Of course, he was always known as more athletic than me, since he played hard, contact sports. He was involved in football, hockey, soccer, baseball, basketball; you name it, he tried it at least once. And he was always slimmer than me. And that was always the ideal.

Except for my brother, his body image had everything to do with his athleticism, whereas mine, even when involved in sports, was always a matter of controlling my beauty. I wasn’t seen as an athlete the same way he was. I was considered a girl who did sports as a way to exercise so that I could try to lose weight. That was never how my brother was treated.

These experiences and learned perspectives are what shaped the relationship I have today with my body. I still get angry at myself when I eat a little more because I’m still hungry, even though logically I know it’s a natural, human function. I still berate myself for not keeping up with my peers on uphill hikes, even though I know my asthma diminishes my lungs’ capacity to breathe, especially in high humidity. I still hide my crying when I can’t make the 15-minute cardio goal some days at the gym.

Every time I fail to control my body’s capabilities or appearance, I feel like I’ve failed as a person. I internalize it to the point where I feel like I’ve accomplished nothing, which is why I work so hard in other aspects, trying to be the smartest and most successful in a career. And still, no matter what I accomplish in terms of a job or education, it feels like it’s not enough, because I know I’m still fat and I still can’t keep up with others physically.

Reason and observation tells me I’m not the only one who’s ever felt this way and struggles with these issues. Reason and logic only have so much sway when you live in a world that constantly reinforces the idea that people, women especially, specifically women of color, only have value if they adhere to the aesthetic standards pushed by the media.

I don’t have the answers for how to unlearn the mentality taught to us as children that our bodies are the proof of our success or failure. I’m still unlearning so much of that myself, and if I’m being honest, most days are harder than others. There are more worse days than there are better days.

I hope it’s enough to start recognizing the root of these problems with body image and relationships with food, at least for now. Maybe if we acknowledge that our families, as well-meaning as they may have been, started this war on our bodies, then we can move toward a place of relative peace.

#body image #diet culture #fatphobia

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