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rvb-relationship-royale · 11 months

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Alright, folks- the last poll has indicated there's a preference for a random selection to determine which ships go against each other. However, I received an anon suggesting that I do actual seeding, ie pitting the ships with the most submissions against the ones with the least- and while that's not my personal preference, since we've still got another day to go before submissions close, I've decided to put it up to yet another vote.

While I was intending on doing a poll today to determine how the overall tournament would be structured and released, the amount of submissions exceeded my expectations and may actually force me to do a one-sided poll. After the final submissions are in, I may make one more poll so you guys can determine the release schedule. Either way, as usual, the current submissions are under the readmore!

Church/Tex, aka Chex (2 submissions)

Grif/Simmons, aka Grimmons (8 submissions)

Tucker/Wash, aka Tuckington (4 submissions)

Caboose/Donut, aka Pastry Train (5 submissions)

Church/Tucker, aka Chucker (10 submissions)

Caboose/Wash, aka Washingboose (4 submissions)

Grif/Tucker, aka Grucker (3 submissions)

Sarge/Wash, aka Sargington (4 submissions)

Doc/Wash, aka Docington (4 submissions)

Doc/Donut, aka Docnut (6 submissions)

Church/Caboose, aka Churboose (2 submissions)

Donut/Wash, aka Washnut (4 submissions)

Tucker/Donut, aka Tucknut (5 submissions)

North/York, aka Nork (1 submission)

Florida/Wyoming, aka Flyoming (4 submissions)

Locus/Felix, aka Lolix (9 submissions)

Delta/York, aka Dork (3 submissions)

Kai (Sister)/Tucker, aka Sucker (3 submissions)

Sarge/Dr. Grey, aka MedicGun (3 submissions)

Church/Donut, aka Churchnut (2 submissions)

Kimball/Felix, aka Kimblix (1 submission)

Kimball/Doyle, aka Kimboyle (4 submissions)

Lopez/O'Malley, aka Lomalley (3 submissions)

Kimball/Dr. Grey, aka Greyball (1 submission)

Kimball/Carolina, aka Kimballina (6 submissions)

Jensen/Volleyball-Player Lieutenant, aka Jolleyball (2 submissions)

Locus/Wash, aka Locington (3 submissions)

Felix/Tucker, aka Fucker Tucklix (2 submissions)

Bitters/Matthews, aka Bitthews (2 submissions)

Bitters/Smith, aka Bittersmith (1 submission)

Bitters/Palomo, aka Bitlomo (2 submissions)

Bitters/Jensen (1 submission)

Florida/Counsellor, aka Florice (2 submissions)

South/Carolina, aka Southlina (1 submission)

York/Carolina, aka Yorkalina (2 submissions)

Sheila/Lopez, aka Sheilopez? (3 submissions)

Red Zealot/V.I.C. (1 submission)

Maine/Wash, aka Mainewash (6 submissions)

C.T./479er (1 submission)

Tucker/Crunchbite (1 submission)

Kai (Sister)/Tex, aka Sex Texsis (5 submissions)

479er/Guy Moving The Crates (1 submission)

Florida/Sarge, aka Flarge (4 submissions)

Kai (Sister)/Kimball, aka Kaiball (1 submission)

Locus/Donut, aka Locnut (2 submissions)

Church/Sarge, aka Charge (2 submissions)

Locus/Doyle, aka Loyle (1 submission)

Sharkface/Carolina, aka Sharkolina (2 submission)

Sarge/Locus, aka Locarge? (1 submission)

Ohio (Vera)/Sherry (4 submissions)

Blue Team Poly (2 submissions)

Church/Wash, aka Churchington (2 submissions)

Kai (Sister)/Caboose, aka Kaiboose (1 submission)

Caboose/Tucker, aka Tuckboose (1 submission)

Kai (Sister)/Church, aka Chai? Sischurch? (1 submission)

Jensen/Volleyball/Palomo (2 submissions)

South/479er (2 submissions)

Alpha/Maine (1 submission)

Doc/Donut/O’Malley (2 submissions)

Church/Caboose/Tucker, aka Chuckboose (2 submissions)

Sigma/Maine, aka Sigmaine? (1 submission)

Gamma/Wyoming (2 submissions)

C.T./South, aka Southicut (4 submissions)

Carolina/Dr. Grey, aka Greylina (3 submissions)

Caboose/Sheila, aka Tank-Lover (2 submissions)

North/York/Wash, aka Norkington (3 submissions)

Sharkface/Locus (1 submission)

Sharkface/Donut (1 submission)

Felix/Donut, aka dix (1 submission)

Maine/Carolina, aka Mainelina (1 submission)

Wyoming/York, aka work? (1 submission)

Bitters/Palomo/Jensen/Andersmith (3 submissions)

Tucker/Kimball, aka Tuckball (1 submission)

Sirus/Felix, aka Felus or Homewrecker (1 submission)

Carolina/Tucker, aka Tuckolina (1 submission)

Locus/Grif/Simmons, aka Logrimmons (3 submissions)

Director/Counsellor, aka Churrice? (1 submission)

Caboose/Tiny (1 submission)

Felix/Girlie (1 submission)

C.T./Wash (1 submission)

Dylan/Jax, aka Dylax (1 submission)

Sharkface/Zero (1 submission)

Sheila/Andy, aka Sheilandy (1 submission)

Sarge/Grif (1 submission)

Gene/Cronut (1 submission)

Kai (Sister)/South (1 submission)

Temple/Sharkface (3 submissions)

Doc/Lopez, aka Docpez (2 submissions)

Temple/Biff (4 submissions)

Lopez/Church, aka Churpez (1 submission)

Temple/Doc (1 submission)

Doc/ O’Malley, aka Docmalley (2 submissions)

Wash/Felix/Locus, aka Murder Sandwich (1 submission)

Felix/Kimball/Tucker (1 submission)

Illinois/York (1 submission)

Doc/Meta (1 submission)

Locus/Meta (1 submission)

Lopez/Locus, aka Locpez (1 submission)

Caboose/Alpha Church (1 submission)

Wash/Epsilon (2 submissions)

Temple/Grif (1 submission)

Temple/Loco (1 submission)

Doc/Tucker, aka Docker (2 submissions)

Grif/Lopez (1 submission)

Doc/Grif (1 submission)

Tucker/Wash/Kai (Sister) (1 submission)

Locus/Siris (1 submission)

Sharkface/Felix, aka 1000 degree knife (1 submission)

Church/Tucker/Caboose/Simmons/Grif/Donut/Sarge (1 submission)

Felix/Locus/Siris (1 submission)

Doc/Donut/Tucker (1 submission)

Felix/Tucker/Sharkface, aka Fuckface (1 submission)

Carolina/Girlie, aka Carlie (1 submission)

Church/Grif, aka Grurch (1 submission)

Doc/Grif (1 submission)

Tex/C.T. (1 submission)

Dylan/Carolina, aka Dylina (1 submission)

York/Tex (1 submission)

Hargrove/Money (1 submission)

Hargrove/Lifetime Prison Sentence (1 submission)

Lopez/Tex (1 submission)

Florida/V.I.C. (1 submission)

Gene/Simmons (1 submission)

Loco/Caboose, aka Locoboose (1 submission)

Hargrove/Director (1 submission)

Wash/Sleep (1 submission)

Caboose/Andy (1 submission)

Andy/Captain Mayers (1 submission)

Stassney/Palomo (1 submission)

North/Tex, aka Nortex? (1 submission)

South/Tex, aka Texsouth (1 submission)

North/Florida, aka Norida (1 submission)

Grif/Oreos (1 submission)

Kai (Sister)/Jensen, aka Jensis? (1 submission)

Kai (Sister)/Dr. Grey (1 submission)

West/Zero (1 submission)

Phase/Carolina (1 submission)

One/East (1 submission)

West/Axel (1 submission)

Locus/Therapy (1 submission)

Doc/Dr. Grey (1 submission)

Caboose/Simmons (1 submission)

Carolina/Wash, aka Carwash (1 submission)

C.T./Ohio (1 submission)

Tucker/Informant Guy (1 submission)

Utah/Randy (1 submission)

Utah/Jenkins (1 submission)

Donut/Crunchbite (1 submission)

Wyoming/Iowa (1 submission)

Idaho/Iowa, aka Idahowa (1 submission)

Donut/Genkins (1 submission)

Jax/V.I.C. (1 submission)

Temple/Tucker (2 submissions)

York/Wash, aka Yorkington (1 submission)

...Which leaves us at 154 ships total!

#rvb relationship royale #if we stop at or below 192 ships it'll have to be a one-sided tournament with a three-way finale #if we end up above that I will be enacting a couple Emergency Protocols (we either drag our way up to 256 or I introduce some qualifiers)#anyway. 132 submissions to the google form and 154 ships overall is genuinely boggling my mind you guys are incredible #thank you for all your input and support I would die for all of you

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zafirosreverie · 2 years

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How they are when they’re drunk (KH’s characters)

Okay, so, Milly, Eve, and Carla have been drunk on screen, and Ursula doesn’t need to drink. So I only did the other 4.

Agatha Harkness:

She doesn’t get drunk easily. She drinks a lot, but she has incredible resistance to alcohol. But in the rare cases this had happened...it’s a mess. A MAGICAL mess. All her magic is causing trouble around the house and she’d be unable to stop laughing. You’d be so tired of running around the house trying to prevent things from getting broken or burned or disappeared. You make her promise to never drink like that, which she does, but you both know she doesn’t mean it. It has pretty funny consequences, tho.

Olivia Octavius:

Against what you could think, Liv doesn’t like to drink that much. She has a lot of work and can’t deal with hangovers, so she prefers coffee. However, things get out of hand sometimes, and then, she’d be this soft babbling ball in your arms. She complains a lot about everything. Might end crying over a failure in her work.

Jennifer Barkley:

Flirt machine. She’s always flirting with you, that’s no secret, but she’s a lot more casual when sober, but when she’s drunk, she’s a babbling mess. She might try to buy you. Literally. Good thing you love her. Ends falling asleep on your lap. You get so much blackmail material, meaning you can control her at least a week after that until she gets to delete it all.

Delta Simmons:

A drunk Delta Simmons can be summed in one word. Chaos. She will do a lot of illegal stuff if you don’t stop her. Delta doesn’t drink often bc kids, but when she does, you have to keep an eye on her, because she gets drunk pretty easily. Might try to adopt/kidnap/buy a lot of street dogs and cats, or would want you to dance with her (which you usually agree to, giggling at how cute she is). But things can get out of hand and- “OMG, DELTA, WHY IS THERE A LLAMA ON MY BEDROOM?!”

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KH’s tags: @mochiadria @academiagaymess @annie-mit-ie @natalia-helena-alianova-romanov @roseclear

#x reader #reader insert #imagine #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness preference #olivia octavius preference #olivia octavius x reader #olivia octavius #jennifer barkley preference #jennifer barkley x reader #jennifer barkley #delta simmons preference #delta simmons x reader #delta simmons #kathryn hahn #kathryn hahn x reader #kathryn hahn imagine

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mcalleninfo · 3 years

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Mc Allen, Texas - An Emerging Economy

Mc Allen is a city located in northern Texas in the Bexar county. The city is also known as the "Green Stone of the South" because of the abundance of spectacular views, lush greenery, and peaceful sites that are able to make it one of the top choice places to live. There are many prominent people in this area who have made their home here including politicians, famous celebrities, and sports figures. These people enjoy all of the natural wonders that the area has to offer.

One of the most well-known residents of Mc Allen is Oprah Winfrey. She purchased a large tract of land here in the 1970s, which included a beautiful lake, an old-fashioned brick road, and even a tree-shaded courtyard. Since purchasing the land, Winfrey has spent much of her time in the area, entertaining guests, hosting events, and making occasional visits to her home on the westwind homes. Although Winfrey is most famous for being one of the biggest celebrities in the world, she is also known for spending a lot of time and money in Mckeen.

Another resident of Mc Allen is San Antonio State University alumna Susie Mc Allen. Born in San Antonio, Mc Allen currently works as the finance director of development at the Mc Allen Homes in Mckeen. She graduated from SAIS in May of 1980. While in school, she was a member of the debate team and a member of the Sigma Delta fraternity. A so-called Dallas cowgirl, she served as executive assistant to former President Ronald Reagan.

Another prominent person who lives in Mc Allen is Rufus "Chaka" Simmons. Simmons is a native of San Antonio and worked for the U.S. Customs in New Orleans before returning to Mc Allen to work for its real estate company. He is currently the regional director for Rio Grande Valley and Southern Texas Realty, an entity that represents more than fifty property owners in the area. Rio Grande Valley is the largest landmass in the Texas panhandle.

As far as the state's largest city, Mc Allen has a population of about thirteen thousand people. It is one of three cities in the Rio Grande Valley area, along with McAllen and Grande Valley, to have a population exceeding fifteen thousand. Although the city is much larger than its neighbors, it still has a bustling downtown. There are also many small shopping malls along the Interstate thirty-Eurasia Freeway, and within walking distance of several major employers, including AT&T, Microsoft, Cisco, Schlitz, and Sunbeam, just to name a few.

Mc Allen is a popular weekend getaway for retirees, due to the abundance of spas, excellent bed and breakfast facilities, and activities such as golfing, tubing, swimming, and art shows. It is also home to the University of North Texas, which is located in Fort Worth. The downtown area is one of the most desirable places to live, due to the abundance of retail shops, restaurants, and other entertainment venues. Many companies also choose to rent space in Mc Allen for their headquarters or offices. There are also a number of government offices in the area, as well as Mc Allen's airport, offering services to immigrants, as well as those interested in starting a business in the area.

The International Museum of Texan History and Culture has been calling attention to the Mc Allen area for quite some time. In fact, the museum recently held an exhibit entitled "The Mc Allen County Experience: A Brief History of America's Finest County", which showcased various artifacts from the region. According to museum spokesperson Lisa Graves, "The growth of this area has definitely generated more visitors and more business for all the businesses we work with here. This growth has led to more people coming into the area for educational opportunities." Graves went on to state that students enrolling at the University of North Texas actually prefer to live in Mc Allen instead of Dallas. Also, with the number of arts and culture venues opening in and around town, it is no wonder that more high school students and adults alike are choosing to call Mc Allen their home.

One can't help but feel encouraged by the prospect of Mc Allen being the next booming economy for Texas. Economic development moves at such a fast pace that it is not uncommon for an area to quickly grow two to three times its previous size in just five years. While there have been no hard numbers as of yet, experts believe that the number of people moving to the area to live, work, or raise a family has been on the rise for the past few years. The growth in education levels as well as job growth has also helped the city to climb up the economic ladder.

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aestheticsandwriting · 4 years

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One-Shot a Day, Day 6: Snowball Fights.

Sorry for the delay in not posting this yesterday, it was a crazy day. I’ll be posting today’s in just a few minutes!

Summary: Everyone comes to town for their yearly Christmas Get-together. Laughter, naps, important family news, and snowball fights ensue.

This was the time of year Tucker loved; every-one always busted ass all year long, saving vacation days and money so they could take the time to come visit. Occasionally, when they first started the yearly get-together, they had gone elsewhere, but eventually realized that, between him and Wash, Sarge, and Church and Caboose, it made more sense for the others to come to them.

“Junior is your room ready for Theta to get here?”

“Almost, Papa Wash!” Tucker smiles as he finishes putting the last few dishes from lunch into the dishwasher, setting it to delay starting until that evening, knowing that Wash had laundry going. Wash deemed it necessary for the house to be spotless, while Tucker and Junior both preferred a clean-yet-lived-in feel. The former soldier smiles again, rinsing his hands and drying them as he hears Wash ask their son to pick up something else when he’s finished in his room, the blond stumbling into the kitchen with an arm full of towels.

“Tucker, did you start the dishwasher?”

“Nope, set it to delay since I knew you were doing laundry.”

“Oh thank you.” He plops the towels into the washer that’s in a little closet space on the opposite side of the kitchen from where Tucker’s standing.

“Hey, Wash?”

“Hm?”

“Take it easy, yeah? The house looks fine, and you know none of them are going to judge us. Except maybe Donut cause we don’t have more decorations up, but what’s new there?” The smaller and the two men makes his way across the tile floor, socked feet barely making a sound, and stands on his toes to plop a kiss on his boyfriend’s temple.

“I know. It’s just… dad always had to have the house spotless, and I guess that’s something that’s stayed with me.”

“I know. But is it worth the stress?”

“Not really.” A pause as he measures out the detergent, pours it in, and starts the machine, turning in his lover’s arms. “Let me make the guest beds, vacuum the carpet in the living room and guest rooms since it hasn’t been done in a while, and then I’ll stop other than finishing the load of towels?”

“You start vacuuming the living room, I’ll make the guest beds. Are the sheets on the beds?”

“The front room has the sheets piled on it, the back room doesn’t, sheets are in the dryer still. Thank you, Lav.”

“Of course. Now let’s get to work; North texted about thirty minutes ago, they had stopped to stretch, and it should only be about an hour until they get here.”

“Sounds good.” Dropping a kiss on Tucker’s lips, the taller man shoves him away playfully, Tucker laughing as he bends down to grab the sheets from the dryer.

“Dad! Papa Wash! Theta’s here!!” Nine-year-old Junior runs out of his room where he had been playing, Wash and Tucker curled up on the couch discussing the upcoming Christmas dinner. The boy throws the front door open, a blast of cold air causing Tucker to curl tighter into his boyfriend. “Theta!”

“Junior, come back in, you don’t have shoes on!”

“Okay, dad!” The two boys, nearly inseparable, run into the house together, Theta dropping a duffle bag at the entrance, running over to give the two men hugs.

“Hi Wash, hi tucker!”

“Hey Theta, it’s good to see you again. You can take your stuff in to J’s room like normal.” The couple stands, each slipping their sneakers and another coat on, stepping out the front door.

“Need some help?”

“Please! Apparently my son decided to abandon us.” The tall blond laughs, rolling his eyes fondly. “I can’t say I blame him, though, he waits all year to see Junior.”

“Yeah, Junior’s been talking about it non-stop since Thanksgiving. Hey South, hair’s nice.” Tucker compliments the female, who’s died her previously blond hair a bright purple since last year, having also had it cut recently, the short strands spiked in different directions.

“‘Sup, assholes?”

“Wash, remind me again why we let her stay in our house?” Tucker smirks, waiting for a punch to his arm.

A simultaneous, “be nice,” comes from the mouths of both blond males, rolling their eyes at their boyfriend and sister respectively.

“When are the other’s coming in?”

“Connie should be here tonight, she’s getting off work in about thirty minutes and then has to run home to do a few things before heading down, York and Carolina will be in sometime tomorrow afternoon, Lina has an appointment in the morning.” The four make their way inside, South taking her bag to the back room she’s using to bunk with Connie, North taking his into the office, Tucker following with the bag that holds the air matress he’ll be sleeping on, and Wash setting the small bag with the presents down by the tree.

“Are Grif and Simmons staying with Sarge again?”

“Yep, They’re staying with him, and so is Donut. I think Church and Caboose are letting Kai stay with them -she’s strangely good with Caboose- but that’s it. Last year was too overwhelming for the big guy. Maine’s got a hotel room like normal since he needs to be able to be away from people sometimes. So we’re the full house.”

“Well you know I appreciate you letting Theta and I crash here.”

“Of course.

The next few days leading up to Christmas are a blur of people. Between the six people -plus York and Carolina’s dog, Delta- staying at Wash and Tucker’s and the other seven people coming and going at all different times, there’s never a boring moment, but Tucker wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Christmas finally rolls around, and everyone is piled into the house by eleven, Maine being the last to show up, surprising nobody. Christmas lunch is filled with laughter and stories of the previous year, and also excited yelling from Junior and Theta when they realize that it’s snowing again, hard. “Can we have a snowball fight after lunch, pleeeaaaasee dad?!” That’s Junior’s voice, Tucker whinces slightly at the volume of it.

“Yes, I’m sure we can.”

“YES!” That’s Junior and Theta combined.

“And to think, give it another couple of years and we’ll have another voice joining in.” North laughs, glancing pointedly at York and Carolina, the couple smiling brightly as the redhead places a hand on her rounded stomach. “Speaking of which, I believe you said you had some news? Do we know if it’s a boy or a girl?” The table goes quiet, all eyes turning to the pair.

“We do.” York grins, dark eye sparkling mischievously.

“Well?” Wash prompts, wanting to know his sister and brother-in-law’s news, excited to find out if he’s having a niece or a nephew.

“We’re…” Carolina glances at her husband, brows furrowing slightly and she bites her bottom lip. A slight nod from the dark-haired man sitting beside her. “We’re having twins. A girl and a boy.” The table erupts, cheers, congratulations, and exclamations from everyone around bringing a few tears to the redheads eyes as everyone stands to give her hugs, Maine included, and Church just barely remembering to catch Caboose in time so he doesn’t hurt the shorter woman.

After a while of talking and present opening, Junior and Theta ask if they can finally go have the snowball fight and everyone agrees. Bundling up and stepping into Wash and Tucker’s sizable backyard they start deciding on teams. “Theta and I are on the same team!” Junior announces, the purple-clad boy nodding in agreement, throwing an arm around his friend’s shoulders.

“Alright, how about Theta, Junior, Wash, Simmons, Lina, Maine, York, South, and Kai on one team and Church, Caboose, Sarge, Grif, Connie, North, Donut, and me on the other?” After everyone agrees on Tucker’s team idea, they part sides, giving themselves fifteen minutes to construct a fort before the fight begins.

“Time’s up, let the fight begin!” Wash calls out, Junior and Theta letting snow fly before he’s hardly finished with the phrase, Theta’s snow hitting Caboose right in the face, sending the blue-clad man laughing, throwing a handful of almost unpacked snow flinging back, never reaching close to a target.

As the snow around them becomes sparse, the groups start venturing further away from their ‘bases’, closer into the middle towards each other. Simmons spots an opportunity, scooping a handful of snow and shoving down his boyfriend’s shirt as the darker-skinned man was retreating, laughing as he shudders with the cold.

“You’re gunna pay for that, Simmons!”

“If you can catch me!”

“Connie, duck!” Not knowing where the voice came from, the short, dark-haired female squats… right into a snowball thrown by South… who’s on the other team and had called for her to duck.

Meanwhile, ten feet to her left, Tucker is sticking his tongue out at his boyfriend on the opposite side, who’s been trying to hit him for five minutes with no luck, only to get smacked right in the nose by his son and Theta, Wash laughing as he releases another snowball, this one landing perfectly on Tucker’s forehead now that his boyfriend was trying to spit the snow out of his mouth, making him laugh harder. “Yeah! Good shot uncle Wash!” Theta calls.

The battle rages on for another thirty minutes, before Carolina bows out to go inside, exhausted and getting colder than she should be, York stepping out of the fight to go with her. Ten minutes later they call a truce, declaring a tie like usual, the group all tumbling inside laughing, covered in snow that Wash knows will leave puddles all over the floor. But maybe Tucker was right; he needed to take it easy more and stress about it less. Sure the water would need to be dried, but that isn't that big of a deal, a small amount of water on the floor for a short period wouldn’t damage it.

“Oh my gosh, what is that smell?” Connie inhales deeply, the others following her lead.

“In the kitchen!” York calls from the kitchen.

“Is that hot cocoa?” Tucker turns the corner, breathing in deep again.

“It will be once I get it all warmed up and combined. I hope you don’t mind that I used basically the rest of your milk supply? It was a lot, but I’ll be happy to replace it.”

“Ah, it’s fine. We’re not drinking as much as I expected, and homemade hot cocoa is worth it. Where’s Lina?”

“Showering. She wanted to get warmed up.”

“Is she okay? I hope she didn’t feel like she had to go out there, I don’t want her hurt or sick” That’s Wash making his way into the kitchen, arms wrapping around Tucker’s waist, eyebrows knitting together in concern.

“She’s fine, Wash. Just really cold, and a warm showering was the easiest thing for her to get warmed up quick. She’s been doing great about knowing her limits.”

“Good.” Tucker feels the blond behind him relax at the words, knowing how worried he’s been about his sister. Wash turns, walking back into the living room to sit with the rest of the group while Tucker pulls out mugs and the mini marshmallows for the group.

When Wash hears his sister open the back bathroom’s door he excuses himself, padding into the back hallway. “Hey, you didn’t get too cold, did you?”

“No, I’m fine Wash. Mostly just really tired now. You’re not upset that we waited to tell you we were having twins, right?”

“Of course not. As long as you -all three of you- are healthy?”

“Doctor says we’re doing great.”

“Good.” The taller of the two wraps his sister in a hug, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

“Wash… I wanted to ask you something.”

“Shoot.”

“Would you have a problem with us naming our baby girl Allison?”

“For mom? Of course not. I think it would be a great name for any daughter of yours.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course.”

“Hot cocoa! Who wants it with marshmallows?” Comes Tucker’s voice.

“I’m gunna put my stuff away and then be out. Cocoa with marshmallows for me please?”

“Course, Lina.”

The rest of the afternoon is spent talking, laughing, napping, and playing various different games, and by the time everyone has left, the few remaining in the house are exhausted, all quickly retreating to bed.

Yes, this is the time Tucker loves the most. Friends and found family all together making memories. And the snowball fights are fun too.

#tuckington #yorkalina #grimmons #rvb #Red vs Blue #carwash sibs #one shot #one-shot a day #december one shot a day #mod becca #becca's writings #becca's writing

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crashdevlin · 5 years

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Doc and Sir 1- What Are We Waiting For?

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Author’s Note: Written for @spnkinkbingo, filling my Dom!Sam square

Summary: Y/n had a crush on Sam at Stanford, but she was sure he’d never look at her because of her weight. When he walks into her ER eleven years after the fire in his apartment, he reveals she’s actually more his type than she would have thought: sweet, innocent and corruptible.

Pairing(s): Sam X Plus size!Reader

Word Count: 4382

Warnings: Dom/sub training, bondage, oral (male rec), 18+ HERE BE SEX DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! protected sex, fingering,

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When he walked into your ER, your breath caught. He was unmistakable. Dressed to kill in a dark blue suit, but under it? Sam Winchester, with the light fluffy hair and the brilliant hazel eyes and the smile that felt like sunshine. Sam Winchester, who disappeared not too long after the fire in his apartment, who obviously couldn't handle coming back to Stanford after Jessica Moore passed. Sam Winchester, who you had the biggest crush on and never knew you existed. You had three classes with him in ‘02-‘03 and you spent every class trying not to stare at him. He was never going to notice a woman like you. You had a hundred pounds on any of the women you'd seen him turning that smile on for.

“Hi, I'm looking for Dr. Y/l/n,” he said, walking up to you.

“That's me. How can I help you?” You didn't let on that you knew who he was, but you couldn't help the way your eyebrows shot up at the FBI badge he presented you.

“I'm Agent Simmons. I wanted to talk to you about a patient you saw last month and- what?” You shook your head. You didn't want to call him on it. “Wait. Y/n? Y/n y/l/n? From Stanford?”

You blinked at him several times. He knew who you were? “Yes? You remember me, Sam?”

“English II, Art History and Pre-calc, right?” He gave you that bright smile.

“Uh, yeah. You, um, change your last name when you went into the Bureau, Winchester?”

He chuckled, a bit nervously. “Um, it’s not… Winchester’s a distinctive name, so…”

“So you go by ‘Simmons’. Okay.” That still didn’t make much sense, but you’d let him lie if he kept smiling at you like that. “So, Agent Simmons, what patient did you need to talk to me about?”

Sam launched into questions about a man who’d come in with an infected dog bite on his leg. You gave him all the info you could while adhering to HIPAA regulations, but you could see that it wasn’t what he wanted to know. “Well, thank you, y/n. It was, you know, it was great to see you again. A blast from my past.”

“Yeah, you got me wanting to go grab a coffee from the Co Ho and hit the library,” you joked.

“Well, I can’t help you with that, but I could take you for coffee.”

You looked up into his bright hazel eyes, shock filling you. “What?”

“Or, you know, dinner if you’d prefer. I… I haven’t gotten to talk to anybody from The Farm in years. When’s the end of your shift?”

“Uh… I get off at eleven… a little late for dinner.”

“But not too late for coffee at the diner across the street,” he said, a hopeful tinge to his words.

“Make it a beer at the bar on the next block over and you’re on.”

“Pick you up at eleven?”

“Make it eleven-fifteen. I never get out of here on time.”

He smiled and nodded. “See you tonight, doc.” You bit your lip as you watched him walk away. He sure did get big. Those wide shoulders and thick arms barely contained in that suit… oh, what a lot of difference a decade made.

You shook your head. He was just happy to see a familiar face. There was no way he was interested in anything except nostalgia. You remembered, vividly, what Jessica Moore looked like. You remembered the tall brunette in Pre-calculus who always wore mini-skirts and the redhead you saw him making out with at a frat party the year before he met Jessica. Sam Winchester didn’t fuck with fat chicks.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“I remember, once, I was jogging the trail around Lake Lag and you were just laying in the mud with your headphones on, dead to the world.”

“I remember that!” You laughed. “It was Dead Week, man! I was out of it. I think I was running on, like, four hours of sleep over the whole week and I went for a walk to clear my head and I tripped into the lake and just… couldn’t be bothered to get out.”

“Well, you looked comfortable.” Sam pulled his beer to his lips.

“Yeah. I think I fell asleep in the mud, the dulcet tones of American Idiot in my ears.” You laughed, shaking your head. “You know, I honestly didn’t think you even knew my name, Sam. The fact that you recognized me in the mud and remembered it?”

“Of course, I knew your name. You were the smartest girl in class… in all of the classes we shared,” he said, smiling. You opened your mouth to argue with him. “You know, I always thought you didn't like me, or something.”

Your eyebrows scrunched together. “Why would you think that?”

“You never talked to me!” he exclaimed. “Not even in class discussions. You always kinda talked around me. And you glared a lot.”

“I wasn't glaring, Sam.”

“Yes, you were.”

“You’re hot. I was staring, not glaring.”

He smiled, pushing his hair behind his ears. “You shoulda said something, y/n.”

“Why? You weren't giving me a second look in a sea of sorority girls in short skirts. Brady tried to get me to talk to you a couple weeks after he dropped pre-med, but I figured he was just fucking with me.” You shrugged, not missing the fact that Sam tensed at the mention of his old best friend. “I mean, I could tell he was high when he suggested it and it wouldn't have been the first time someone set me up to fail with a hot guy just to get a laugh outta the fat chick who doesn't know her own league.”

“I didn't know you knew Brady,” he said, tightly.

“Yeah, we were both pre-med, had the same Advisors. I mean, ‘til he dropped out.” You kept it to yourself that you knew Jess, too. Better to keep the topic on something lighter. “I thought we were okay ‘til he came to me, hopped up on whatever he was taking, and said I was just your type and that I should let him set us up on a date. Knew he was an asshole after that… and of course, he went to work for big pharma after so that's a confirmation of his place in hell.”

“You have no idea,” Sam said under his breath. He put his hand up for another round of beers and licked his lips. “But he was right. You were just my type.”

“What? Every chick I ever saw you with was a stick with tits, Sam.”

He laughed, visibly relaxing. “What?!”

“Ya know, huge chest, tiny waist, long legs? The triangle body type, not the… what would call this?” You gestured at yourself. “Apple? Pear?”

“I'd call it a thick hourglass and it’s sexy as hell.” He smirked at the way your eyes went wide and looked away from his. “But I think it was more your personality type Brady was focused on, y/n.”

“W-what about my personality?”

Sam rested his gigantic hand over your denim-covered knee and smiled, but this smile didn’t feel like warm sunshine. This one was a wildfire threatening to burn you up. “Brady knew I liked sweet girls. Shy, innocent, pure ones that I could corrupt.”

You tried to swallow, but it seemed Sam’s fire had burned up every bit of moisture in you except what was leaking onto your panties, because your mouth was suddenly dry. “Sara Parsons wasn’t any of that,” you somehow managed to say with a steady voice.

Sam smirked. “I didn’t date Sara Parsons. I just let her give me a blow job at a Delta party… and she didn’t even do that well. I wasn’t gonna reward her by fucking her, let alone dating her.”

“Fucking her would’ve been a reward?” you asked, quietly.

He nodded. “And I don’t reward poor performance.”

His words made your pussy clench around nothing. It all seemed a bit kinky; talk of corrupting pure girls, sexual rewards for how well they pleasured him… but what would you know about it? You hadn’t had a boyfriend since the summer before you went off to Stanford and nothing kinky, or even remotely satisfying, happened on his Star Wars bed sheets. The guy who used you as stress relief during your residency didn’t do any better. Vanilla was too exciting of a flavor to describe your sex life thus far.

Your sex life was flour.

“You know what I like about you, doc?” You shrugged and he squeezed your knee. “Even all these years later, you’re still innocent, still sweet.”

For some reason, you weren’t offended by the assertion. Somehow, it turned you on that he saw you that way, but you had to correct him. “Wasn’t innocent at Stanford, Sam.”

“I didn’t say ‘virginal’. Common mistake, but not the same thing.” He ran his hand up from your knee to settle on your thigh and leaned closer to your ear. “You can’t even imagine all the things I wanna do to you, y/n, and that is innocence.”

You took a deep breath to calm your pounding heart rate and suddenly heavy breaths. “Tell me.” It came out a panting whisper.

He pulled back, smiling. His hazel eyes were dark with lust. “Can’t just tell you, y/n. Let me take you home and I’ll show you.”

You stood, on suddenly shaky legs, and grabbed your purse from the back of your chair. “What are we waiting for?”

~~~~~~~~~

“Are you nervous?” Sam asked as you pressed the button in the elevator that would take you to your floor.

“Kind of. Yeah,” you answered, honestly.

“Don’t worry. We’ll start soft.” Sam pulled you back against his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

“You’re not gonna hurt me, are you?”

“Not unless you want me to. I think you’d probably want to work up to that.” You nodded. “You ever given it a thought, though?”

“Pain? Yes. I’m a doctor. I think about pain a lot.”

He chuckled. “I’m talking about sex and pain, y/n. Have you ever thought about someone spanking you?”

“Not since I was a child, actively trying to avoid it.”

“Maybe next time.” He squeezed you as the elevator doors opened. You led him down the hall to your apartment and unlocked it.

You dropped your keys in the bowl on the table just inside the doorway and hung your coat and purse on the hooks on the other side of it. “You want a drink?”

Sam closed the door behind him and grabbed your hand. Your breath caught as he grabbed your face in both hands and leaned his face down to yours. You could feel his breath on your lips, but you were focused on his eyes. “What I want is for you to go to your bedroom and take off all of your clothes and lie on your bed and don’t move. Can you do that for me, y/n?” You nodded, slowly. “Good girl. You keep being good and you’ll see how I reward good girls.”

He smirked as he stepped back from you, releasing your face. You blinked at him a few times before shaking yourself out of whatever trance he put you in and turning on your heel to walk toward your bedroom. You kicked your sneakers off into the corner, pulling your t-shirt off over your head and unbuttoning your jeans. You didn’t know where Sam was, he hadn’t followed you to the bedroom. Something told you he wanted to see if you’d follow directions without eyes on you. So, you did exactly as you were told. You stripped to your skin, lied on your bed, crossed your legs and placed your hands, with your fingers entwined, over your stomach… and you waited.

As minutes ticked by, your anticipation grew, a knot twisting in your stomach. When Sam walked in, you wanted to look at him, but you didn’t. He said not to move. “Damn. Look at you.” He approached the bed and put his hand on your ankle. “You know how hot you look, y/n?” He ran his hand up your leg, his touch feather-light, twisting his fingers to skim along the inside of your thigh, but skipping over the place you wanted him to touch. His fingertips drew circles around your nipple and you couldn’t hold in the gasp, immediately stiffening about the noise. “I want to hear you, y/n. I never said to be quiet, did I?”

“No.”

His face went stern. “I want you to call me ‘sir’. Can you do that, y/n?”

“Yes, sir,” you whispered. At least he didn’t want you to call him ‘Daddy’... but you probably would if he requested it.

“Good girl.” His hand continued its trek up your body, dipping along your collarbone and wrapping very lightly around your neck. His hand was so large that only the part of your neck in contact with the pillow was kept from contact with his palm. You whined, flushing at the thought that he could easily choke you out with one hand. Sam smirked down at you. “We’ll come back to that.”

His thumb swept across your jawline and up to your lips. “Open,” he commanded and your jaw dropped immediately. He pushed his thumb into your mouth and you stuck your tongue out to lick tentatively at the pad of his thumb. You were rewarded with a groan, which emboldened you to close your lips around his digit and suck lightly. You watched his eyes close as you continued sucking and laving your tongue across his thumb. It filled you with pride. “Y/n…” He pulled away and stepped back, hands going to his belt buckle. “On your knees, sweetheart.”

He pointed to the carpet at his feet and you rolled off of your mattress. You crawled the few feet to the area he indicated and looked up at him. He seemed even taller from that position. He moved slowly as he undid his belt, each motion exaggerated and overblown, slow and torturous. He popped the button and dragged the zipper down. “You know how to earn your reward, don’t you, y/n?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Tell me.”

“I have to give you a blow job better than Sara Parsons gave you, sir.”

He chuckled. “That’s not hard, sweetheart. No, I think that you need to aim a bit higher than just better than Sara. You need to suck my cock like your life depends on it.” You swallowed and nodded. “Say it. Say ‘Yes, sir, I’ll suck your cock like my life depends on it’.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll suck your cock like my life depends on it.”

“Good girl.” He smiled as he dragged his jeans and boxers down his thighs. Your eyes went wide when his cock bounced free. No wonder Sara had trouble, it was huge. You licked your lips and leaned forward, your mouth watering a little. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

You wrapped your hand around the base and opened your mouth, giving the head a kitten lick. He hissed through his teeth and you ran your tongue along the thick vein on the underside. You took him in your mouth, analyzing how every motion made him react as the head slid across your tongue toward the back of your throat. You stopped short of gagging yourself, wrapped your lips around the velvet skin and pulled back. You bobbed your head a few times, taking him just to the brink of your limits and pulling back to the head, before you surged forward, taking in as much as you could, past your gag reflex kicking in, until the head was nestled in your throat.

His hands both came to grasp at your head, holding you in place for several seconds. He pulled back long enough to let you breathe before thrusting back into your throat. “Fuck! You are…” He grunted, low in chest, as he twisted his hands in your hair. You could tell he was holding back the desire to tug, but he didn’t hold back fucking your throat. Once you got his rhythm down, timing your breaths and swallowing when he was in your throat, you started running your fist up and down the base of him that wouldn’t fit in your mouth, the mucus-thick saliva from your esophagus a perfect lubricant for your touch.

He almost growled as he pulled back, pushing your head away from him. You looked up at him, panting breaths making your whole body sway. “W-was that… was it good… sir?”

“You did so good, baby. Go ahead and untie my boots.” You leaned forward and did as he told you, untying and loosening his bootlaces. “Now stand up and take my shirt off.” Your legs were numb from being down on your knees for so long, but you jumped up to your feet and eagerly started to unbutton his flannel. You bit your lip as you revealed his tanned, muscular chest and you whimpered when his abs showed themselves. You ran your hands up and pushed the fabric off of his shoulders and he let it slide down his arms to drop to the floor behind him.

He stepped out of his boots and jeans and quickly toed his socks off before reaching out and wrapping his right hand around the back of your neck, yanking you forward. You braced yourself by grabbing his forearm as he spun the two of you around and walked you toward your bed. “I’m going to tie you to your headboard, y/n. You’ve been a good girl and you’re going to get your reward, but you’re going to be restrained, understand me?”

You nodded, excitedly, the thought of being completely at Sam's mercy sending shockwaves through your body. “Yes, sir.”

Sam smirked. “Looks like someone likes the thought of being completely powerless.” He pushed you to the bed and stepped toward your closet. “The Intro Psych class I took makes me say it’s a control issue. You spend all day with people’s lives in your hands, having to be in complete control of yourself and everything happening around you, so there must be something intoxicating about just letting it all go, right?”

“Wouldn’t know, sir. Never get to let it go.”

Sam plucked a scarf from a hanger and pulled it taut, testing its strength. When it passed his test, he turned around. “Lie down, hands above your head.” You did as you were told, pressing your hands together like you were praying. He ran his finger along the seam where your palms touched and smirked. “Good girl. Didn’t even have to tell you.”

You smiled. “I’ve seen a few movies.” He raised an eyebrow. “Sorry. I’ve seen some movies, sir.”

He ran the scarf under and around your wrists, twisting and tightening the bind. “What kind of movies, y/n? You like watching other women get tied up?” You nodded. Being tied up had always appealed to you, even before you had people’s lives in your hands, you just hadn’t ever been able to indulge the fantasy. “So, you like being powerless, but you don’t want to be hurt. We’ll have to work on that, y/n, because I would love to mark you up.” He ran the bind up to your headboard and tied it tightly, yanking to make sure it was secure.

He looked down at you, smiling that wildfire smile again that sent a shiver up your spine, and placed his hands on your collarbone. “Ligature marks…” He started to run his hands down your body. “And handprints…” He took your breast in his hands and rolled them against his palms, making you whimper. “And bite marks…” He lightly tweaked your nipples before moving on. “Bruises on your thighs, or maybe on your neck.”

His left hand dipped between your legs and you eagerly spread your thighs. You moaned loudly when the tips of his fingers rubbed down your slit. “Fuck, you are so wet, y/n. Is this from being tied up, or is it from choking on my cock?” You started to answer, but he slipped his thick middle finger in your pussy so all that came out was a strangled moan. Sam gave an airy chuckle as he started to pump the finger in and out of you. “Come on. Answer me, y/n. What’s got you so slick, baby?”

“You, sir. Everything about you.”

He smiled and added a second finger. “You’re so responsive. It’s gonna be so easy to make you cum.” You whined and he flicked his thumb across your clit, making your body jerk. “But I don’t want you to cum, yet. I want to see how long you can hold it back. Can you do that? Can you hold it back?”

You bit your lip. You hadn’t ever tried to stop an orgasm. That was the point of sex, even solo, wasn’t it? “I-I don’t know, b-but I’ll try, sir.”

“Good girl.” He added a third finger and scissored them open, preparing you to take his massive cock. “Do you have any condoms or do I have to dig one out of my jacket?”

“Yes, sir. Side table, buried in the back.” He kept his fingers inside of you as he leaned his long body over to jerk the drawer open and shove his hand past your lotions and errant jewelry and many, many pens to pull out a strand of condoms. He ripped the top one off, threw the others on top of the side table, then pulled the condom open with his teeth. He curled his fingers against your inner walls, dragging them along that special patch as he pulled them out. He took his time rolling the condom up his shaft, making you squirm in anticipation. “Please, Sa- sir. Please.”

He smirked and knelt down between your legs, pushing your knees wide and running the tip of his cock from your clit to your entrance. “I know you don’t want pain, baby, but this next part’s gonna hurt. No avoiding it.”

He wasn’t lying. Even with him preparing you, even with how wet you were and a lubricated condom, the way he stretched your pussy was painful… but you liked it. Even after he gave you time to get used to it, it hurt… until he started to roll his hips. There was no pain once his cock started the push and pull, just pleasure. He moved slowly at first, leaning back to watch himself disappear into your pussy, but it wasn’t long before he was draped over your body, fucking into you with abandon.

“I-I can’t… sir, please, I… I can’t… I’m gonna…” you babbled, tugging at the scarf, feeling a need to touch him.

“Don’t,” he grunted into your ear.

“But I… I can’t…”

“Yes. You can. Just a little longer, baby.” You closed your eyes tight and tried to take deep breaths but every time he thrust into you, he pushed the breath from your lungs in a loud moan.

“Fuck, please, please, please, please…” He slammed his hips forward, making you scream as his cockhead rammed against your cervix, before pulling back to do it again.

“Now. Cum.”

Your vision behind your eyelids filled with multicolored stars, your body going rigid as the most powerful orgasm of your life spread like fire through your nerves. Sam must’ve been right on edge, too, because the fluttering of your vaginal walls made him groan and spill his cum into the condom. You rolled your eyes as you tried to get your eyelids to cooperate, trying to look at Sam as he sat up and pulled out of you. The condom was quickly discarded and the scarf released from the headboard with a deft flick of his fingers.

Sam flopped to the bed next to you, both of you panting heavily and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. “So… am I allowed to call you ‘Sam’ again?” you asked, looking at him from the corner of your eye.

His chuckle shook the bed. “Yeah. I'll tell you when I wanna hear ‘sir’ again.” He turned on his side and took your wrist in his hand. “You okay?”

You nodded. You were more than okay. You felt great. Amazing sex, with your university crush who happened to have become this Adonis in the interim? ‘Okay’ was definitely not a strong enough word for it. “I should’ve talked to you… in college, I should’ve talked to you. I shouldn’t have shut Brady down so quick.”

“You have a thing about your weight. It’s understandable… and Brady was… an evil prick. And it was good for you that you shot him down.” He dropped your wrist and buried his fingers in your hair. “If you had talked to me, I probably would’ve fallen for you and you would have been the one in that fire. So… for you and everyone whose lives you’ve saved since you’ve been a doctor, it’s better you didn’t.”

“Sam…” You trailed off as you looked into his eyes. Thinking about Jessica had filled them with sadness.

“You’re still my type, doc.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, his fingertips gripping your scalp tightly. You rested your hands on his chest and leaned into it, opening your mouth to let him snake his tongue in.

“How long are you in town?” you whispered when he pulled away from the kiss.

“I'm not sure.”

“Can we do this again before you leave?”

Sam smiled. “What do you work tomorrow?”

“I'm off… on call, but off.”

“Lucky us. Me, too. We can do this again all day tomorrow. Assuming you don't get called in.”

You chuckled, pressing your lips to his before snuggling into his chest. “Someday, you’ll have to tell me what you really do for a living, Sam, because… I know a fake badge when I see one.”

He ran his fingers through your hair and pulled your bed sheet over your bodies. “Always were the smartest girl in the class, doc.”

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Life and death: The true cost of inequality in high school football

The true cost of inequality in high school football

The last time she spoke to her son, Lashona Williams was sitting alone in the bleachers of Greenville High School’s football stadium, near midfield and a few rows up from the team bench. The school band, banging drums and cymbals and decked out in Hornet black and gold, had just marched from the parking lot. The scent of barbecue and tamales swirled from under the stands into the night air.

Usually a contingent of family — siblings, a godsister, godmothers — went to the games with Williams to watch Jeremiah. Not on Nov. 2, 2018. An afternoon cold front had plunged the temperature to 50 degrees at the time of the 7 p.m. kickoff, unseasonably cool for the Mississippi Delta. Greenville, which had lost every game since the season opener in August, was playing its last regular-season game against Madison Central, a perennial power from the Jackson suburbs headed for the state playoffs.

Despite the challenge, Jeremiah Williams was more optimistic about the outcome than his family and many of his peers. Between classes in the white-tiled hallways of Greenville High, he wore headphones over his ears, zoning out to music by NBA Young Boy. In the south end zone, just before gametime, he kept slapping his teammate Rufino Griffin’s hand, trying to hype him up. “That day he was so excited,” says Jokayah Sanders, his close friend. “He was like, ‘we finna win.’”

Jeremiah was known to friends and family as Dugg, a shortened version of his childhood nickname “Dugga Wugga.” “When you first meet Dugg you’d think he was mean or antisocial,” says Errick Simmons, Jr., a Greenville football player. “But once you really got to know him, with us, we really knew how he really acted. He was goofy, playful, really sneaky.”

When Sanders met Jeremiah in the second grade, she says she and Jeremiah made a pact to go steady. Not long after, he sat next to another girl on the school bus. Sanders said she would never speak to him again, a vow that lasted for only a few days. “We couldn’t stay mad at each other,” she says. When he wasn’t playing sports at the local YMCA or the Elwyn Ward Recreation Center, he was hanging out with Sanders. They liked watching old movies like Baby Boy and Love & Basketball, and she’d make them noodles with Ro-Tel cheese.

Jeremiah had beaming brown eyes and a buzzcut, and his face often expressed a warm, knowing smile. Despite standing no taller than 5’8 and weighing perhaps 165 pounds, he had blossomed into Greenville’s star player, a junior defensive back tasked with stopping the opposing team’s top receiver. His status on the team was evident from the gold numeral emblazoned on his jersey: No. 1.

But with Greenville fielding the opening kickoff, he began the game on the bench. Before the offense had run a play, Jeremiah turned around to the bleachers, facing his mother.

Mom, can you get me a Gatorade?

Yeah, son.

At the concession stand, nobody was in line. Williams bought Jeremiah his drink and, for herself, some nachos. She had no idea what was happening on the field.

“He just laid on the ground. No movement. No nothing. I called his name, shaking him. Nothing.” - Lashona Williams, mother of Jeremiah

Then-Greenville coach Sherrod Gideon remembers the play clearly. “It sticks with me every day,” he says. “I go back and watch the video and look at it (and wonder) what could’ve happened on that play to have a different outcome.” Greenville threw an interception on the first play of the game. Jeremiah entered the field from the sidelines. On what Gideon recalls as the next play, a Madison Central player broke loose on a run after Greenville’s defense overcommitted to the inside. Jeremiah freed himself from blockers as the ball carrier was about to score. At the same time that Jeremiah went in for the hit, the player, who was taller, lowered his shoulder, and the top of Jeremiah’s head collided with the player’s body.

When Lashona Williams returned from the concession stand, the stadium had fallen quiet. “I could see a player down on the field,” she says. “I knew that it couldn’t be him because he was just on the sideline. And I come up and the cheerleaders turn around. They looking. Now my heart is beating. I’m looking for a ‘1.’ It’s like everybody’s looking at me now.

“He just laid on the ground. No movement. No nothing. I called his name, shaking him. Nothing.”

Jeremiah Williams was airlifted from the stadium to a hospital in Jackson, suffering from fractured vertebrae. A ventilator kept him alive for seven days. He never regained consciousness, and his brain never showed any signs of activity. He was the third player to die during a high school football game in Mississippi in the fall of 2018.

On Sept. 10, 2018, Houston High School’s William Anderson, a 15-year-old offensive lineman, removed himself from a JV game and collapsed on the sideline. He died three hours later from an embolism. Doctors at the hospital in Tupelo, a 45-minute drive from Houston, had to wait for Anderson to stabilize before transferring him to a trauma center in Memphis. Two weeks earlier, he and his mother had been discussing the death of another player. Dennis Mitchell, a 16-year-old defensive lineman for Byhalia High School collapsed and died on Aug. 24 while playing at Coahoma County High School, in the Delta. Byhalia did not have an athletic trainer on hand.

According to the National Center for Catastrophic Sport Injury Research, 218 middle school and high school boys died from football between 2000 and 2018, an average of 11 deaths per year. One-hundred-fifty boys suffered indirect deaths, from cardiac arrest, blood clots, heat stroke or similar causes. Sixty-eight of the deaths were direct. Like Williams, most of these 68 boys died after sustaining blows to the head and neck.

Football deaths are occurring in an era in which improved tackling techniques, athletic trainers, AEDs and helmets have supposedly made football safer than ever. At the college and professional level, death is much rarer. But the high school level is plagued by inequality, crippling budget cuts and de facto school segregation, factors that prevent underserved schools from affording athletic trainers, new helmets and lessons in the latest tackling advancements. Since 2009, the districts encompassing Houston, Greenville and Byhalia have faced annual state funding shortfalls that cumulatively total $55 million. Bereft of resources, underserved urban and rural high schools often fail to provide basic equipment and safety measures, or are located far from trauma centers. These shortcomings, a disturbing wedge between the haves and have-nots, add greater risk to a game that leads to catastrophic injury and death every fall.

Although nobody has completed an academic study examining the characteristics of high school football deaths, a pattern has emerged over the last several years: Most of the boys who have died are young men of color from distressed communities, like Williams, Mitchell and Anderson.

In the January/February 2019 issue of the journal Sports Health, University of Washington sports medicine professor Jon Drezner published a study on sudden cardiac arrest, one of the leading causes of indirect deaths in high school football. Drezner examined athletes in all sports between the ages of 11 and 27. It found that though almost half of athletes who suffered sudden cardiac arrest (SCA) survived, black athletes were twice as likely to die from SCA as white athletes. The study spurred Drezner to explore connections between race and socioeconomics in SCA. The socioeconomic data did not return a statistically significant correlation with death over the four-year period. “However,” Drezner says, “they all trended in that direction, suggesting that maybe there’s a relationship.”

And in the first two years of the data, socioeconomic factors did correlate with death. “If you had SCA you were more likely to die of SCA if you were in a school with a higher percentage of students on free and reduced lunch,” he says.

In 2019, at least six high school boys were reported to have died from football, in Florida, West Virginia, Oklahoma, Minnesota, Missouri and Louisiana. Lashona Williams has heard about many on the news. When a player named Jacquez Welch died during a football game in September in Florida, the news was a particularly hard reminder of Jeremiah. “Son o son how I miss you so very much,” she posted on Facebook. “My heart is so heavy. Momma is trying her hardest to keep it together but Lord knows it’s hard and it seems like ever since you left me all I see is young men passing away in the same sport.”

Shortly before he died, William Anderson discussed quitting football with his parents. He preferred basketball, ATV rides on his family’s wooded property and perfecting his hair: William’s goal was to one day be an entrepreneur in the hair industry. But going to college was going to be an obstacle, given the middle-class salaries of his stepfather Jamarcus Smith, a truck driver, and his mother Vida Anderson-Smith, a bank teller. When William brought up the possibility of quitting football, Jamarcus Smith remembers telling his son, “‘If you don’t want to play football just think about that football can get you to a scholarship and you can try to start your own hair product.’” Although William was a freshman, Houston coach Ty Hardin says that William’s size and talent projected him to become a college player.

Jeremiah Williams, the sixth of Lashona Williams’s eight children, was on a similar trajectory. He was dribbling balls before he could walk, and would talk to his friends about playing Division I. In a September 2018 game, Jeremiah held the top wide receiver in the state to 37 yards, and Gideon realized Jeremiah was becoming a college prospect.

Even as the risks of football become better understood, black children, who often come from middle- and lower-income families, continue to play the sport, while white children, who are often from wealthier families, are giving it up. About 24 percent of white high school boys play football, according to estimates from a 2018 Monitoring the Future survey of 10th grade boys by University of Michigan professor Philip Veliz, a number that has fallen steadily from 30 percent since 2014. But 35 percent of black high school boys play football, almost the same as the 37 percent who played in 2014. White athletes still account for the majority of total high school football players, at 56 percent, according to Veliz, with black athletes representing 22 percent.

The lure of football is particularly strong in Mississippi, where nearly one-third of children grow up in poverty, and the sport has long been a way to earn college scholarships. It is one of only eight states where high school football participation has not declined since 2010. The end of every fall week is a three-day celebration: The state’s numerous junior colleges play on Thursdays, high schools on Fridays and Ole Miss, Mississippi State and Southern Miss on Saturdays, along with storied HBCU’s like Jackson State and Mississippi Valley State.

Seemingly every school district — from the Gulf Coast in the south, to the Piney Woods of the east, to the Delta of the west — boasts star alumni. A Mississippi statistician found that, as of 2016, 44 of the state’s 82 counties had sent at least one player to the NFL. In 2018, Mississippi ranked fourth in the country in current NFL players per capita, ahead of Florida, Texas and California.

Gideon, the former Greenville coach, is an example of a Mississippi local using football to change his life. He was a top recruit and honor student at Greenwood High School in the Delta, an All-American wide receiver at Southern Mississippi and an NFL Draft pick (he was selected one spot behind Tom Brady in 2000). In Greenville and other high poverty Delta communities, according to Gideon, “There’s really nothing to do if you’re not playing sports. You really can get into some type of trouble if that’s not what you doing.”

Outside of sports like lacrosse, baseball and ice hockey, which are often not offered at rural and urban schools and often require athletes to join expensive club teams, football gives high school athletes the highest percentage chance of making an NCAA team. Thousands more roster spots are also available at the NAIA and community college level. The current coach of Greenville High School, Quintarus McCray, estimates 10 of his senior players can advance to play in junior colleges. “I’m just trying to get them away from here,” he says, “even a couple hours away.”

But the resources available to Mississippi’s rural and urban public schools don’t match the importance that players and their families attach to the game. When Gideon arrived at Greenville High School in 2017, he says the high school didn’t have blocking sleds or tackling rings, which players use to improve tackling technique while avoiding physical contact at practice. The helmets, which must be replaced every 10 years per guidelines from the National Operating Committee on Standards for Athletic Equipment, were still usable but nearing their expiration date. On the lower end, helmets go for $150 to $200 each, and $500 for top of the line models. Outfitting a full team of 60 to 70 players would have cost the school approximately $14,000, the entirety of Greenville’s annual football budget, Gideon says.

Greenville High School, where almost every student is black and every student is eligible for free lunch, plays at the 6A level of athletics. Its district opponents in 2018 included suburban Northwest Rankin and Madison Central. Both schools have racially diverse student bodies but are majority white. For athletics, Greenville budgeted $78,000 in 2018-19, or about $64 per student. Northwest Rankin budgeted $215,000 ($127 per student) and Madison Central budgeted $339,000 ($261 per student). Northwest Rankin and Madison Central also typically receive mid-six figure contributions from booster clubs, according to Form-990 tax filings, and have modern weight rooms and training programs, sleek uniforms, doctors on the sidelines and video scoreboards.

“Look at they facilities and then come to Greenville,” Gideon says, “and you think there’s no way these two teams are playing against each other.”

Greenville also did not employ a staff athletic trainer or use one on a contract basis when Gideon started coaching, he says. He reached an agreement with an athletic trainer at Mississippi Valley State to attend games when she wasn’t on the road. Gideon says he paid the athletic trainer $200 for each game out of his pocket or with funds from the school’s modest booster club. “Especially competing against those types of teams you have to have [athletic trainers, quality helmets and tackling rings] in order for those kids to be safe,” he says.

“There’s really nothing to do if you’re not playing sports. You really can get into some type of trouble if that’s not what you doing.” - Sherrod Gideon, former Greenville High School football coach

Gideon left Greenville at the end of the 2018-19 school year for an assistant coaching position at Yazoo City High School, whose district was taken over by the state after receiving the Mississippi Department of Education’s lowest accountability rating. There, he again found a school lacking in proper safety measures, including an athletic trainer. The school, he says, now contracts an athletic trainer who works for the county. Yazoo City alumnus Fletcher Cox, who plays for the Philadelphia Eagles, donated money that will help the school purchase new helmets and refurbish the locker room.

I asked several of the people interviewed for this story what they hoped would happen after a year in which three Mississippi boys died playing football. Many offered immeasurable goals like community togetherness and school spirit. Others, like Gideon and Errick Simmons, the mayor of Greenville, were more pragmatic. Simmons says that in the aftermath of Jeremiah Williams’s death the whole community rallied (a GoFundMe raised $40,000 from black and white residents, including a prominent Republican business owner), but longer-term changes are needed. “The state needs to get involved to have consistency from school to school,” he says. “Between black schools and predominantly white schools, the state should be involved to ensure safety across the board for football players.”

The failure of Mississippi to adequately protect football players is tied to decades of abandonment and neglect that trace back to the end of segregation. After Brown v. Board in 1954, white Mississippi legislators, seeking to avoid desegregation, wanted an option to dissolve public education entirely. They rewrote the state constitution so the legislature was no longer required to provide public education funding. In Greenville, private segregation academies sprung up in churches and hotels. Although newspaper accounts at the time cited college prep as motivation, white parents freely expressed concern about their children attending school with black children at whites-only meetings. Local historian Benjy Nelken, who had recently returned from college, recalls attending one of these meetings and warning that abandoning the public schools would be bad for Greenville.

Nelken runs Greenville’s history museum, which is adorned with old maps, newspaper clippings and photos of Archie Manning and Louis Armstrong. When I visited with him on a September afternoon, he took a framed picture off the wall featuring the first graduating class of Greenville’s Washington School, a segregation academy that opened in 1970. Grayscale portraits of six white girls are arranged in a circle. “Those are the first ones that parents wanted to be removed,” he says, “because of fear of the black males.”

Today the vast majority of white children in Greenville (the city is about 20 percent white and 80 percent black) attend Washington School, St. Joseph’s Catholic School or Greenville Christian Academy. According to research by Jake McGraw, project coordinator at the William Winter Institute for Racial Reconciliation, roughly 40 percent of Mississippi schools feature student bodies that are at least 90 percent of one race. Last year, a Center for Public Integrity analysis found that no Mississippi public school district that was made up of 75 percent or more black students was rated “A” or “B” in the state’s accountability ratings. And no school district with a proportion of white students 75 percent or higher was rated “D” or “F.” Greenville High School received an “F” in accountability ratings for the 2018-19 school year. Majority-black Byhalia High School and Houston High School received a “D” and “C,” respectively.

“Race has always been the principal dividing line of who gets an education in Mississippi and who doesn’t,” McGraw says. “While the systems and laws have changed and progressed, in many ways we still in 2019 have a fundamentally segregated system.”

In the last decade, Mississippi lawmakers failed to reach the mandated funding level of the Mississippi Adequate Education Program (MAEP), which was passed in 1997 to ensure greater support at lower-income schools. Statewide since FY 2009, school districts have been shortchanged by an estimated $2.5 billion, according to The Parents’ Campaign Research & Education Fund. The pinch is particularly severe in urban and rural areas that can’t rely on wealthy local tax bases.

In 2015, the Greenville school district was one of nearly two dozen districts to legally challenge the state’s failure to fund schools through MAEP, but the Mississippi Supreme Court ruled the government did not have to fully fund the schools. McGraw says the majority of Republican state leaders “fought tooth and nail” against the lawsuit, and Lt. Gov. Tate Reeves, who is now governor, later tried, but failed, to eliminate MAEP.

“The state and the current leadership have not taken an active role, an aggressive role, and have not shown great concern in public education,” Simmons says. “The policies of the last eight years have been vouchers and taking money from the public schools and getting money for the academies or creating a charter school system. If we really invest taxpayers’ money in the public school system, you will see an improvement.”

Facing shortages, schools have been forced to make sacrifices. Byhalia High School did not provide an athletic trainer at the game when Dennis Mitchell died because it could not afford one. Principal James Kimbrough, who was at the game, says Byhalia still does not contract or employ an athletic trainer, and its rural location away from major hospitals and universities gives it scant options for finding volunteers. “If you look throughout Mississippi, most of the rural schools or less affluent schools, they’re not going to have that,” he says. Kimbrough described state government officials as being unaware of the needs of schools like Byhalia: “They don’t realize that kids with less need more. That’s the golden rule. And I don’t think a lot of them understand that rule.”

The nonprofit governing body of state athletics, the Mississippi High School Activities Association, does not require athletic trainers or even AEDs, although it encourages both. Don Hinton, the association’s executive director, says the limited budgets and rural locations of many schools would make mandates difficult. In 2015, a state legislature committee audited the MHSAA over concerns about athletic eligibility requirements and financial transparency, but not for safety.

As of late January, more than 17 months after Mitchell died, the state medical examiner’s office, beset by funding cuts, has not returned a cause of death. Scotty Meredith, the coroner in the county where Mitchell died, says cases can take up to three years to be resolved. He says Mitchell’s mother has called him two to three times a month seeking an update. “There’s nothing in the system for me to give her closure,” Meredith says. “It’s pitiful.”

In northeast Mississippi, William Anderson had to be taken to a hospital in Tupelo because the local emergency room of Houston’s Trace Regional Hospital closed in 2014 due to financial distress. William’s mother, Vida Anderson-Smith, says the Tupelo staff wanted to airlift him to a higher-level trauma hospital in Memphis. Before he was stable for the transfer, about three hours after leaving the football game, William lost consciousness when an undiagnosed blood clot traveled to his heart.

“Race has always been the principal dividing line of who gets an education in Mississippi and who doesn’t.” - Jake McGraw, William Winter Institute for Racial Reconciliation

Trace Regional was one of five rural hospitals to close in the state since 2010, and a February 2019 study placed nearly half of Mississippi’s remaining rural hospitals at high financial risk. Former Houston State Rep. Russell Jolly has attributed the closure of Trace to Mississippi’s failure to expand Medicaid under the Affordable Care Act. Ryan Kelly, executive director of the Mississippi Rural Health Association, says Medicaid expansion would shore up hospital finances and help patients, but numerous other problems, including the downcoding of emergency room visits by insurance companies and Mississippi’s lack of a universal credentialing system for doctors, have contributed to the crisis.

Hardin, the Houston coach, says a volunteer athletic trainer who attends most of the high school’s live sporting events, sprung into action when William collapsed. But Hardin still thinks about the ways William’s life could have been saved, and fears for future emergencies involving Houston athletes. “What if something else happens?” he says. “What could’ve been different that day if we could have taken him to the emergency room a mile, five miles down the road?”

As schools, hospitals, and other institutions reel from a lack of public investment, legislators and former Gov. Phil Bryant have filled the state’s rainy day fund to its highest level ever. In 2016, they passed the largest tax break in Mississippi history.

Football has been used as a public relations tool for the state. Gov. Bryant’s attachment to the sport is so well known that he has appeared as a guest analyst on the SEC Network. He routinely attends college football games. When Jeremiah Williams was in the hospital after suffering his neck injury, Bryant implored his Twitter followers to pray for the student-athlete. Months later, Bryant signed an education budget that was $200 million lower than the state is obligated to provide under the Mississippi Adequate Education Program. The Greenville district’s shortfall for the year was $2 million below the mandated funding level and its budget was $1.8 million below what it received the previous fiscal year.

Anderson-Smith doesn’t blame football for her son’s death. She wanted to talk to SB Nation in part to raise awareness about the danger of missed diagnoses of blood clots among children.

William is buried in a cemetery located on 500-plus acres of family land on Houston’s outskirts. Before William died, he roamed the countryside, criss-crossing trails on a blue Polaris ATV that his mother and stepfather had recently bought him. On Sundays at Missionary Baptist Church, William was an usher and sang in the top row of the choir, fourth spot from the left. He was fearless: The family heard stories of how he stood up for kids who were bullied.

In the last 17 months, life without William hasn’t gotten easier for William’s mother and stepfather. Smith thinks about his son when he’s behind the wheel of his truck, driving alone. Weeks before William died, they went to Abilene, Texas, on their first trip together. Anderson-Smith thinks about William all the time — when she’s cooking, when she’s buying home freshener products because he always wanted the house to smell good. He was the baby of the family for about 10 years, until his younger sister, Madison, came along. “My oldest daughter would always say, ‘he’s so spoiled,’” Anderson-Smith says. “I’d say, ‘but you know he’s the baby.’ And you look at it now I got to spoil him because he didn’t get to stay here as long.”

A few months ago, Anderson-Smith spotted “Share a Coke” bottles featuring the University of Alabama logo, her son’s favorite college team, and with the names William and Anderson. She bought the bottles with both names and set them up in his room near his PlayStation 4 and Houston High School uniform.

In the weeks after Jeremiah’s death, Lashona Williams replayed a gut-wrenching conversation they had earlier in the season when she questioned whether he was tackling too much with his head. “He was like, ‘Momma, I’m tackling right. I know what I’m doing. I know what I’m doing,’” Williams says.

According to Hinton, the MHSAA has encouraged football coaches to take courses on tackling techniques but does not require certification as other states do, like Texas. The coaching staff at the private Washington School in Greenville recently attended a rugby-style tackling clinic in Alabama that featured lessons from Seattle Seahawks staff. The coaches at the grade school level at Washington Day are closely supervised by the high school staff and teach the same techniques. Those kinds of tackling lessons — that emphasize keeping the head up and out of the way during tackles — are missing for many young children in the Delta, Gideon says. When they get to high school, they often face a curve in learning how to properly tackle. Gideon says Jeremiah “had more knowledge than anyone on the team.”

When Jeremiah’s teammates and their parents expressed the possibility of leaving the game after her son’s death, Williams says she told them to keep playing. Almost all the players in Jeremiah’s class returned for a 2019 season that featured the highest attendance and community support in years, as well as new helmets and uniforms purchased by the school.

Greenville had bigger concerns than safety on its football field. Three weeks before Jeremiah’s death, another child, a 15-year-old Greenville High School student, had been gunned down while riding a bike. And two weeks after his death, a 17-year-old was found fatally shot in a home on a Saturday morning. Between random violence, drug-related violence and accidents, so many Greenville High School students died during Jeremiah’s time as a student that administrators can’t give an exact count off the top of their heads. They say it was between 10 and 12.

“It hurt to the core to lose my child,” Williams says. “But it’s a different hurt than his life being taken by a gun.”

In Byhalia, at a memorial assembly for Dennis Mitchell reported on by the Memphis Commercial Appeal, his sister Kiara Mitchell said the fact he died playing the game he loved hurt less than another frightening possibility: “I’ve told his football team that. I wanted that to get to them because that’s how this is helping me get through this situation. There wasn’t no other way. It wasn’t violent, it wasn’t in the streets. That’s why it sits well for me.”

On a Friday night in late September, Williams is back at Greenville’s stadium for the team’s game against Murrah High School. Her seat is behind the home bench, surrounded by family and friends, but she stands on her feet for much of the game. She stomps in disapproval at penalties against Greenville High. When a player tweaks an ankle, she draws closer to the bench to ask how he is doing.

Greenville rushes out to an early lead, but Murrah storms back in the fourth quarter. Trailing, 14-9, Murrah has the ball in the red zone and appears poised to score. But Greenville’s defense stuffs the running back behind the line of scrimmage. The next play is a sack. Then, with about 10 seconds left, Murrah’s quarterback apparently means to spike the football but instead kneels. The clock runs out.

Williams hustles down the bleachers and onto the patchy green field for the celebration. The players rush toward her, and she hugs as many as four at a time. Many of the boys spent 2018 Thanksgiving and 2019 Mother’s Day with her. At the season opener, they pronounced her captain, and she led them onto the field while wearing a No. 1 jersey. Getting back to the games required prayer and counseling from her pastor, but Williams decided she wanted to provide support, too. “I feel like it’s my duty as Jeremiah’s mom to walk the walk with them,” she says. “They were there. They’re damaged as well. It wasn’t just me and my kids or sisters, aunts, brothers. Those kids were there. They witnessed all that.

“I pray daily for them and not just them but for football players all over the world to just be safe.”

Twenty minutes later, after the fans have returned to their cars and the players to the locker room, Williams is one of the last to leave. She walks with her sister through a chain-link gate that is adjacent to several homemade signs decorated by students. Most are the usual sort seen at football games nationwide: “Push ‘Em, Sack ‘Em, Attack ‘Em” and “It’s Tackle Time.”

One sign is a reminder of the tragic losses Williams and other mothers endure every year from football. It says, “Ashes to Ashes. Dust to Dust.”

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Which fairytale would them be (KH’s characters)

for @roseclear hope you like it!

Agatha Harkness:

The red queen

When you read the classic tales as a child, you always imagined yourself with the prince or the hero, and as you grew up and those stories were gradually being forgotten, you never believed that you would end up rediscovering magic, or falling in love with the evil witch.

But that was your life now, and you didn't regret it in the least.

Among all the forgotten stories in your mind, there was one that made its way to be present again in your memory. The one with the red queen.

A woman of strong character, who in her own way was guiding Alice home, helping the girl to grow and learn more about herself. And all for what? So that the inconsiderate girl would end up shaking her strongly, breaking her crown, condemning her to exile and causing her to be mistakenly remembered as a villain.

She reminded you of Agatha.

Yes, your girlfriend, unlike the red queen, did have ulterior motives regarding Wanda's powers, but that didn't change the fact that, in her own twisted way, she had helped the redhead understand her powers a bit more and her own history.

It also didn't seem fair to you that, after having tortured an entire town (unintentionally, of course, but still), the woman simply cursed Agatha and got out of there. Just like Alice, after wreaking havoc all over the chessboard, she simply walked away, leaving behind a broken queen.

But there was something that the red queen did not have and Agatha did: you. And you swore that no matter how many times you had to tour wonderland, you would recover her crown.

Olivia Octavius:

The princess and the frog

Listen, you weren't naive enough to believe Liv would listen to a children's story before bed. You weren't even sure she liked them. But at least she was kind enough not to make a comment every time she found you reading your copy of Brothers Grimm tales.

You loved those stories, they had been part of your life for as long as you could remember. You could remember almost every word in the stories, but that didn't stop you from rereading them from time to time.

You wouldn't tell Liv, but your relationship with her had a name on your mind. The Princess and the Frog...or The Princess and the Octopus? It worked for you.

It was an almost accidental irony that your girlfriend's favorite color (and her signature as a villain) was green, but it only added one more point to your fantasy. In your mind, the relationship between the two love stories was obvious.

You had been at a horrible point in your life, heartbroken and almost broken. Liv had shown up to offer you help (well, more like she had blackmailed you into working at Alchemax. They needed new staff if they wanted to rebuild the labs). At first, you had agreed, intending to leave as soon as you achieved some financial stability, but Liv had made clear her intention to have you by her side.

Yes, you had fought a lot, but at some point, you found common ground, and what was your surprise? It turned out that the octopus was a beautiful queen with whom you had fallen deeply in love.

Ursula Gernsback:

Little mermaid

Telling stories to Ursula was one of your favorite activities. The robot woman had trouble understanding your world, but those stories were a nice escape for the two of you.

Her favorite was The Little Mermaid.

You tried not to laugh, but the similarities were pretty obvious. Fortunately, it was she who admitted that that was precisely why it was her favorite.

She, like Ariel, was fascinated by a world to which she knew she didn’t belong. She'd done whatever it took to get to know that strange world, even face Hugo, she gave up a lot of things, including her security (thank goodness you were able to hack her server and make her independent from Tomorrowland before they could permanently disable her) and all for a human, with which she fell madly in love.

Unlike the original story where the prince falls in love with another woman and the little mermaid dies in foam, you knew that you could never love anyone the way you loved Sulie. She was your everything, and you were deeply grateful for sharing two worlds with her.

When you saw the Disney adaptation, you couldn't help but record your girlfriend's reaction to seeing that the villain shared a name with her. She was adorable and soon became her favorite character.

"I'm going to steal your voice" she told you

"oh come on" you smiled at her "You already stole my heart! What more do you want from me, woman?!"

"Everything"

Carla Dunkler:

The dragon princess

It was Jackson's favorite story. Since you moved into Carla's house, the sweet boy had become quite attached to you. Carla usually didn't have the time or patience for stories, so that task, childish as it might sound, was done by you.

It wasn't unusual for you and Jackson to search for new books at least once a month, usually immediately after finishing one. Neither of you really paid attention to the synopsis, letting yourself be carried away by the dragon on the cover. What a surprise you got when, as you turned the pages, you could imagine the princess's face perfectly well.

A princess cursed to be a fearsome beast, a dragon. Locked up in an old castle, condemned to a life of loneliness and sadness. Every so often, some brave knight tried to go rescue the maiden guarded by a dragon, not knowing that the beast he was fighting was the princess herself.

It was not difficult for you to imagine Carla.

A strong and independent woman, a single mother, who from time to time had suitors who in the long run only sought her out for a fun time, leaving her alone again once they got bored of her. You knew your girlfriend could be intimidating, but hardly anyone dared stay long enough to get to know her well.

Many knights weren't enough to break the spell.

You wouldn't tell your girlfriend, but you liked to think about her as you reread the story with Jackson almost every night.

In the story, time passed for the princess and she was condemned to live like a fire-breathing beast for the rest of her days. But, as you felt your girlfriend slide up behind you in the bed and hug you, you promised this princess would have a different ending. A happy one.

Eve Fletcher:

The tin soldier

Maybe it's not the story that many think of when they think of you and Eve. And that's perfectly fine because it makes your little tale more special, shared only between you two.

Eve loved everything about you and the wonderful contrast you brought into her life. It seemed that you were perfect opposites, but with subtle and beautiful similarities, complementing each other. While Eve worked in a nursing home, you were a kindergarten teacher, she was older, you were younger, she had been through so much, you were just beginning to live.

One of her favorite things was that you seemed to find a story in everything around you. So Eve knew it was a matter of time before you named your love story, she just didn't expect it to be the tin soldier.

"But it's perfect!" you had said to her "think about it, Eve! The soldier went through as many adversities as you, but that only made him return to his real house, with the dancer!"

Eve didn't comment on the fact that you had recently injured your leg, and therefore were on crutches.

"Standing on one foot, but so strong and confident" she thought

"Besides," you continued, "doesn't it seem romantic to you that they preferred to die together?"

"Are you saying that you would jump into the fire for me?" the brunette smiled

"I'd burn the world for you, Eve Mackie"

Jennifer Barkley:

Beauty and the beast

When you jokingly suggested that the two of you were like The Beauty and the Beast, Jen was...let's just say a little offended, not to say tremendously upset. It took you a while to get her to listen to you to explain your point of view.

It was no secret to anyone that you and Jen...didn’t start with the right foot. You had been designated as her assistant and she had no say in it, so she always made sure to make it clear that if it were up to her you would not be there (which later, when you two were already married, she would deny).

Your father was ill at the time, and none of your siblings seemed to want to help, so you would have taken any job. Besides, it wasn't like it was a bad job, quite the contrary. It was a huge opportunity to meet and work with extremely important people, and the pay was far (quite far) from bad. A grumpy boss wouldn't make you quit.

So, essentially you had met Jen because of your desire to help your father, you had endured her first fits with the idea of helping him and somewhere along the way, you had fallen in love, which had impressed the older woman's colleagues, since she had never wanted anything really serious with anyone before. Yup, a story you knew pretty well.

Your wife simply rolled her eyes at the explanation, muttering something about how she had been the beauty anyway and you the beast, but you could see the deep blush on her cheeks. The truth was that you had really changed her for the better, surprising her with your simplicity and humility.

And if on your anniversary she gave you a necklace with a rose...well, it was a coincidence, okay?

Delta Simmons:

Little red riding hood

Delta always laughed when you called her Little Red Riding Hood, especially in front of the kids. You were quite respectful to them, that's why you never told them the real reason behind her nickname, choosing to say that it was because she liked to walk in nature.

But you two knew better. It was a shared secret and a silent agreement never to mention in front of them the very close presence of the wolf.

If she was honest, the first time you referred to Arnold as the wolf, Delta had felt guilty for laughing. After all, he was still the father of her children, no matter what he did to her. But the more she thought about it, the more she liked the analogy you made, so she decided to allow the little joke between you.

You told her that, as Little Red Riding Hood, she had trusted the wolf, completely ignoring the red flags. Delta knew you were right, there was always something about Arnold that anticipated the kind of man he truly was. She had been fooled and ended up right where the big bad wolf wanted her, helpless and small and broken.

Fortunately, as her woodcutter, you had come to her rescue, to remove what was left of her from within the wolf. You had given her the strength to get up again and you had made sure that the wolf didn’t bother her again.

Yes, he was still hovering, too close, lurking at the edge of the forest (and Delta really made an effort not to laugh when Arnold came to pick up the kids), but she knew he was just a sad dog now. Little Red Riding Hood had defeated the wolf and now, she couldn't wait to write another fairy tale with you.

Milly Campbell:

Rapunzel

Locked in a tower, guarded by an evil sorceress. No doors or stairs. A prince enters through a window and shows her something beyond those cold walls. You knew that story.

Milly had laughed a bit when you mentioned that she reminded you of Rapunzel, especially because of the huge difference between the length of the hair, but when you explained your reasoning, she couldn't help but blush.

Shep was the sorceress (er...sorcerer), her own house was the tower in which she was slowly withering away. Since April's death, Milly hadn't really had any close friends, so she didn't count on the escape she once had with the blonde. The older woman didn't need you to continue to know the rest of the story.

You had arrived when she needed you most, your presence had opened a window of hope for her. You were her prince, er...princess. And like the maiden in the story, Milly had been scared when you did it because she had never known the tenderness and love you possessed and the idea of loving another woman terrified her. But you never gave up.

Unsurprisingly, Shep eventually found out about the friendship (neither of you had dared to put a real name to your feelings for the other) that you had and he threatened you, forbidding you to see his wife again. He condemned Milly to live through tears and pain.

You two spent a long time not knowing about each other, but missing each other more and more each day. It took a few years for Milly to gather enough courage to leave Shep and worry about being truly happy with you.

About the same time it took for the prince to find Rapunzel again.

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OK let’s get this first one out of the way right off the bat. Stefan Bondy covers the Knicks. Why is he reporting about the Sixers? Fuck knows! But here’s how I read this: Bryan Colangelo is taking a point guard or at least wants people to think he’s taking a point guard.

Fox: Love him. Just not for the Sixers. He seems to have the widest DELTA between his floor and ceiling of any of the four (now five and maybe even six) guys projected to be taken third. He’s crazy athletic and quick, but he can’t shoot, is a bit erratic, and somewhat small. If this were a year ago and the Sxiers weren’t ready to turn the page, I’d be willing to take a chance on Fox because he has superstar potential. Alas. Colangelo is (I think rightfully) set to move forward, and Fox really isn’t a great fit.

Dennis Smith Jr.: I’m gonna be real transparent– a highlight video of Smith from his high school days popped up on my Facebook feed last night and by the end of it I had already customized my Smith Jr. jersey on Sixers.com. I haven’t done a deep dive on him yet (I will today), but the skinny is that he’s a talented, NBA-skilled point guard who can get to the rim and shoot effectively but lacks decision-making ability, played for a lousy NC State team, and is 15 months removed from tearing his ACL (fun fact: Kyle Lowry tore his ACL before his freshman season, and this injury basically means nothing anymore).

Smith seems to be getting a lot of buzz lately, oh and he just happens to be a point guard who checks most of the boxes the Sixers need. There’s also an interesting theory in this FanSided breakdown of his game, which posits that he was hurt by his supporting cast and routinely had to deal with multiple defenders, and may have played timid after recovering from said knee injury:

However, as with Fultz and outlined in earlier Smith breakdowns, if you delve deeper for team context the fact Smith was able to get to the rim as much as he did given his surrounding personnel was impressive. As scouts and writers start to dive back into the tape on Smith, the lack of spacing and secondary playmaking talent Smith dealt with was clear. He routinely saw multiple bodies attacking the paint, as illustrated in this handy snapshot from DraftExpress’ Josh Riddell.

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The best way I can characterize Smith’s athleticism display last year is inconsistent. There’s a decent argument to be had that potential physical limitations, operating at less than 100 percent healthwise, may have constrained Smith physically on the court, but also mental hesitancy post-injury.

As ex-head coach Mark Gottfried noted in an interview with the New York Post, it takes time for an athlete like Smith to regain confidence in his body after sustaining a significant injury. You could see this manifest on the court at times last season, especially against notable athletes in space. I noted this in a video breakdown against the Blue Devils in January, and plays like this against Frank Jackson in space just scream hesitancy.

Keep in mind, the other top prospects other than Fultz played for UCLA, Kentucky, Kansas and Duke.

I don’t love the idea of a player coming in with built-in excuses, but both of these could be legitimate reasons for a somewhat muted output. Though taking yet another player with lower-body injury concerns scares the actual shit out of me. Yep, I just took a Marcus.

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I thought this watching the Spurs this postseason and wondered why Mills’ name hadn’t come up for the Sixers. Now it has.

Mills is Australian, so the combination of him, Brett Brown and Ben Simmons would make the Sixers ripe for Outback and Fosters sponsorships that would build Scott O’Neil another vacation home. Get ready for Shrimp on the Barbie Night in the lux seats. The rest of you peons get $8 Fosters specials.

Mills is 28 and can shoot the three (over 40% this year), but has been a career backup to Tony Parker. A good backup, but still a backup. He has the right combination of skills the Sixers are looking for – can handle the ball but play off it too – but forgive me for not getting too excited about a 28-year-old averaging 9 and 3 per game who is a defensive liability.

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Here is an obscenely long article from Marc Whittington at Liberty Ballers making the case for Jayson Tatum:

Narrative 2: Tatum lives in the midrange, and is an iso-scorer.

Yes, Tatum does use a larger share of possessions for isolation than many prospects. However, that does not make him either incapable of playing different styles or incompatible with the modern game.

Tatum’s isolation style jumps off the screen when you watch him. Any highlight compilation will feature one or two pinch post-ups or an isolation drive. That many of these plays result in long 2’s has garnered him (wrongful) comparisons to Carmelo Anthony and DeMar DeRozan.

But this also overstates the impact his style has on a game overall. According to Synergy, Tatum used 23.2% of his finishing possessions for isolations (117 total). This puts him very high among college athletes— for instance Josh Jackson only used 46 isolations, 7.8% of his finishing possessions. However, it is still a remarkably small number of plays given the length of a college basketball season.

Tatum’s usage rate was 26.2% this year. If 23% of his usage was reserved for isolations, that comes to only 6.1% of Duke’s possessions while he was in the game, which is fewer than 4 possessions per game. In a smaller role in the NBA, those possessions will shrink further to potentially only 1 or 2 per game. An occasional isolation play is hardly a ball-stopping, offense detonating disaster, and Tatum doesn’t project to destroy motion offenses because he played an iso-heavy style in college.

Moreover, there have been plenty of players who shouldered heavy usage, isolation roles in college who then adjusted to playing more of an off-ball role in the NBA. Gerald Henderson, Klay Thompson, and Luke Babbitt(!!) all used more possessions for isolation in college, and no one would dream about labeling them isolation players now.

Klay Thompson and Kevin Durant may be great examples of how being iso-heavy in college does not necessarily lead to iso-dependency in the NBA. Both were high usage isolation players in college (Durant used an equal percentage of possessions as Tatum did). Golden State avoids isolation even when they might exploit mismatches, preferring player motion, intricate screening, and ball movement to capitalize on them. This is one of the most sophisticated offenses in the NBA, and both players are key contributors to its success despite their college playing style. There is no reason why the same should not be true of Tatum.

I respect the hell out of this breakdown and the work that went into it, but it feels like Whittington, who just dismissed the percentage-based evaluations that define modern day NBA analytics with a wave of the hand and a “yeah, but 23% isn’t really that high,” is trying to talk himself into Tatum. What he wrote here amounts to: Sure, Tatum takes a lot of jump shots, but it’s not as many as you think and he can totally change, just like Kevin Durant and Klay Thompson. Problem: Kevin Durant was a freak who could get to the rim and shoot the three better than Tatum. And Klay Thompson is an all-world shooter. Tatum is neither of those things. He’s also somewhat slow and his old-school skill set doesn’t translate well to the modern NBA, certainly not for a team like the Sixers.

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Matt Mullin delves into the possibility of the Sixers’ signing the Wizards’ Otto Porter. I like Porter– he’s 6’8 and shot over 40% from three. But popular conjecture has the Wizards retaining him.

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Keep in mind, the other top prospects other than Fultz played for UCLA, Kentucky, Kansas and Duke.

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I thought this watching the Spurs this postseason and wondered why Mills’ name hadn’t come up for the Sixers. Now it has.

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Here is an obscenely long article from Marc Whittington at Liberty Ballers making the case for Jayson Tatum:

Narrative 2: Tatum lives in the midrange, and is an iso-scorer.

Yes, Tatum does use a larger share of possessions for isolation than many prospects. However, that does not make him either incapable of playing different styles or incompatible with the modern game.

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