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[morgana-larkin]

Hello, Idk if u're still taking prompts bc it's seems like you're working on a lot of it, but here's a rather, crazy prompt I have in mind (again) afkajdksjsj.

There's a teacher at Abbott for over a year who's somewhat a little private about her life. Particularly her love life which the Abbott staff seemed to have taken an interest of specially Melissa, who's being defensive when she's called out for being too nosey about the teacher, saying she barely knows a thing about her and it's suspicious that maybe she's actually a cop or secret agent lol. Talks of where's the next venue of game night been going around and the group decided [without the teacher even knowing] that the game night would be held at her rather, fancy house to the surprise of the staff, thinking they would see a glimpse of her priv life and finally meet her partner which is apparently non-existent and later on revealed she never had any relationship in the years of her existence, which also, surprised the group yet Melissa unintentionally let a rather loud sigh of relief and the staff and the teacher gave her a questioning look which she became defensive,again, and a stammering flustered mess under the teacher's gaze.

This was so fun to write. I think I steered a little off a bit but still stuck to what you wanted…(hopefully). I tried to make it light, fun and as cute as possible. As always not edited at all and I hope you like it!

On another note: I know I spelled Chessy’s name wrong, my phone autocorrected me and didn’t notice until I posted it. I thought no one would notice until someone messaged me anonymously about it. So I went back and corrected it. I got one more Melissa prompt and two Chessy ones, and I have started on chapter 8 of ‘Worth It’.

The Game of Love

Warnings: reader has a nightmare(small part near the end), I think that’s all…

Words: 3.3k

You walked into the break room after bringing your students to the cafeteria and headed straight for the coffee machine. You’re exhausted after the morning with your kindergarteners.

“Dear, you don’t look good. Rough morning?” Barb asks you and you chuckle.

“Ya I guess you could say that. I don’t know how you do it Barb. Keep them in line all the time, mine were acting like they had sugar all morning.” You tell her with a huff.

“You’re still quite new dear. I’ve been doing this for over 20 years. You just became a teacher 5 years ago and it’s your second year here.” She says calmly, and always the voice of reason.

“I suppose.” You tell her. You grab your coffee and your lunch from the fridge and then go to sit on the couch.

“Y/n, why don’t you sit with us today?” Janine pipes up and you look at her. You know that she wants to ask questions about your life to get to know you since you don’t tell them much. All you’ve mentioned is that you’ve been living in Philly since you were born, your parents are both lawyers, you have a girlfriend, and you got your teaching certificate 5 years ago. In reality you don’t actually have a girlfriend, you just tell people that since you’ve had many friends try to set you up with a woman and it never goes well.

“Um, ok I guess I could today.” You tell her and head over to sit with the trio. You want to open up a bit more to them. With both of your parents being lawyers, you learned to keep a lot to yourself.

“So how have you been? How’s Amelia?” Janine asks as soon as you sat down. Amelia is the name of your made up girlfriend and said you’ve been with her for 2 years.

“I’ve been good, Amelia as well.” You tell her. “How have you guys been?” You ask her and Janine and Jacob both go and rattle on about their day. While looking at Janine talk, you catch Melissa giving you a look. When Janine stops talking, that’s when Melissa chimes in.

“Hey kid, you never say anything about yourself, why’s that?” Melissa questions you.

“I just don’t talk about myself much, that’s all.” You respond back.

“Why? Why are you so secretive?” She pushes.

“I’m not secretive, there’s just nothing interesting about me.” You tell her and she rolls her eyes at you. “Why are you being nosy?” You ask her and she lefts out a huff.

“I’m not being nosy. It’s just, tell us something, like what do you and your girlfriend do on the weekend or something.” She tells you and you quirk an eyebrow at her. “If you don’t say anything, how do we know you’re not a cop or a secret agent or something like that.” She says to defend herself.

“Well I’m not either one, if you want I can show you my certificate and you can see it’s not forged. But you know both my parents are lawyers so I guess I learned to keep stuff to myself.” You say with a shrug.

“Alright.” She says.

“But to answer your question, Amelia and I don’t do much on the weekends. We’re more home bodies.” You tell her and she smiles at you and you blush a bit.

You excuse yourself early, stating you have to get your classroom ready for crafts, and the trio is talking about where game night is gonna be tomorrow night and Ava comes in to get a coffee.

“Why don’t we have it at y/n’s place?” Melissa says and they look at her.

“Wait, are you coming to game night? Cause you didn’t say either way.” Janine asks her and she shrugs.

“I never know what my plans are on Saturday nights.” She says.

“Did you just voluntold y/n’s place?” Jacob asks and Melissa smirks.

“Yep. We can surprise her.” Melissa says slyly.

“We have no idea where she lives.” Janine says.

“I do!” Ava pipes up and everyone looks at her. “What? It was on her application.” Ava says and pours a bunch of sugar in her coffee. Ava says your address and they all have their mouth open in shock.

“She lives there? That’s a fancy neighbourhood! How does she afford that?” Janine gasps.

“I bet her parents bought it for her.” Melissa says and crosses her arms.

“That would explain it.” Gregory says. “We can’t just show up at her place unexpectedly. We don’t even know if she’ll be home or let us in.” He adds.

“She just said she doesn’t go out on the weekends. And she might let us in, and if she does then we can learn more about her. You can tell a lot about a person from seeing their house. Why do you think I never let youse people over to mine?” Melissa says and they all nod in agreement.

“I’m sure she’ll let us in if Melissa was there.” Barb says with a knowing smile. Melissa whips her head around to face Barb

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She questions, confused.

“Barb you’re coming too?” Jacob asks. And Barb nods.

“My Saturday night is free.” She says, Jacob and Janine grinning. Both of them have never showed up to game night before, so the fact that they are now is exciting to the younger teachers.

“OMG, I don’t even know what game I should bring over now. Ava are you coming?” Janine says with a smile.

“Of course not, unlike you nerds, I actually have plans on Saturday night.” Ava says and walks out.

“So there’ll be 6 of us then.” Janine says.

“Oh we can always have a game that requires teams since it’s an even number.” Jacob states.

“Do you guys have a preference for a game?” Janine asks Melissa and Barb.

“A family friendly game. I don’t want to play one of those games with a bunch of sex questions and sex jokes.” Barb says.

“But those are the best ones.” Melissa says. “The less PG the better.”

“Oh how about the game of life?” Janine says. “But we can play as teams. So like you still have your own car and career, but combine income and losses.” They all agree on that and then they all leave to get their students to finish the day.

You are outside of your classroom helping your kindergarteners zip up sweaters and tie shoelaces. One of your students gives you a hug goodbye and you hug them back and tell them to have a good weekend. Unknown to you, Melissa is watching you from her door frame with a smile and soft eyes. Her class is across the hall and one classroom over so it’s pretty close and she has a perfect view to watch without getting caught. Or so she thought at least, she did get caught but not by you, but by everyone else.

The next day, you’re on your couch and wondering what to watch when the doorbell rings. You get to your door and open it and see Janine, Jacob, Gregory and Barb there there with a smile.

“Hello???” You ask them.

“Hi! We thought it would be fun to have game night at your place.” Janine says excitedly. “I brought the game of life.” And you look to see the game in her hands.

You were about to question them more as to why they chose your place without telling or asking you, you open your mouth to speak but then you see Melissa coming up to your door.

“Melissa, you’re here too?” You ask her and she smiles.

“Yep, can we come in?” She asks you and of course you can’t deny her.

“Ya come on in guys.” You say and step to the side to let them all in.

They all walk in and look around your place in awe. “How do you live in a place this big?” Jacob says and you shrug.

“My parents offered to buy me a place when I told them I wanted to be a teacher.” You say with a chuckle. “I declined at first but then the roommate I had drove me to almost wanting to stab him, so I accepted their offer so I don’t commit a murder.” You say and Melissa giggles at that. In reality everyone laughed, but the one you only really notice is Melissa.

“So where’s this girlfriend of yours?” Jacob says and you got so entranced by Melissa that your brain wasn’t processing properly.

“Girlfriend?” You ask him and they all give you a weird look.

“Ya, Amelia?” He says confused. And you suddenly remembered, although with the look they all have, you doubt they’ll believe you with whatever you say.

“I don’t see any pictures of you with another girl around here.” Melissa points out, looking at all your pictures on the wall.

“Alright, I don’t actually have one. I made her up, my friends kept trying to set me up with women and they kept not really going well so I made up a lie.” You say and Melissa lets out a loud sigh of relief and everyone turns to look at her. Melissa’s cheeks turn pink at being heard and put on the spot. “Something you want to say Melissa?” You ask her with a quirked brow.

“Um uh…n-no not really.” She stuttered out and everyone gives a confused look to each other. Barb decides to save Melissa in that moment as Melissa is unable to speak properly.

“Why don’t we go and set up the game?” She says and everyone agrees. You go to your living room and they set it up on the coffee table.

“I have some food I can put out for snacks, I’ll just go get it. Melissa, do you mind helping me?” You ask her and she turns to look at you.

“Uh , ya sure of course!” Melissa says and scrambles to her feet.

There was 2 reasons you asked her for help, you could have asked anyone but you wanted to be closer to her and show her your kitchen. You know from being in an Italian family, she loves cooking and would probably be in awe of your kitchen. And she was, as soon as you both entered, her eyes went wide and mouth open.

“You have an amazing kitchen.” She says and you smile at her.

“Thanks.”

“You must love cooking in it.” She says and you chuckle.

“I actually don’t cook much. I don’t always like doing it.” You tell her and she looks almost offended.

“What? But this kitchen looks like it’s made to be used a lot, to be used to do so much cooking and baking. I mean I would if I lived here.” She says and she set up a perfect opportunity for you.

You get a bunch of chip bags and some dips and place them on the counter. “Well you could always come over and use it as much as you like.” You tell her and her eyes go wide.

“Really?”

“Ya, if you want. I don’t mind.” You say and she smiles.

“I might take you up on that.” She says and you smile at her. “I think you just want to have some of my cooking.” She teases you and you giggle. You have had some of her cooking a couple times over the 14 months you’ve been at Abbott.

“Well I will admit that I love your cooking but you could come and use the kitchen and I don’t need anything in return.” You tell her and she laughs.

She helps you carry all the chips and dips out into the living room.

“Alright, here’s a variety of chips and dips.” You tell them and they all smile.

You then get into teams of two. You expect for Melissa to pair with Barb and for you to end up with Janine or Jacob. Unexpectedly, Barb asks Jacob to team up, and Janine asks Gregory. Melissa gives a look to Barb and Barb just grins at her. Melissa then looks to you.

“Wanna partner up with me.” She asks and you laugh.

“Well thank you for asking, even if there wasn’t any other choice.” You joke with her and she smiles. “I would love to team up with you.” You add and she grins and blushes a bit.

Unknown to both of you, everyone planned this, for you two to team up together and so they all picked someone to team up with before you guys got a chance.

You all pick out a car to use and whether to go straight to a career or college. Jacob and Barb both pick career right away and everyone else picks college and gets debt.

“Oh look at that, I can be either a teacher or a Doctor.” You say and everyone laughs. “I feel I might be a hypocrite if I don’t pick a teacher.” You say and pick teacher and then a salary. Melissa gets super excited and is able to pick firefighter.

“OH HELL YES!” She says as she picks firefighter immediately.

“What was your other choice?” You ask and she looks.

“Uh, accountant.” She says and looks confused at that and you laugh.

Everyone is having fun playing, there’s laughs, cheering and eating. The more the night goes on, the more touchy Melissa gets with you. Now she knows that you’re actually single, she takes the opportunity to flirt with you. She side hugs you when she’s happy with a victory, and sometimes she leaves her arm there for a bit, even after her turn is done. She’s placed a hand on your leg a few times, and everytime she does that, you blush. She rubs your arm when you experience a loss, like paying for the kids for something. “Damn demanding kids. How do we have 4 of them” You say with a pout and she laughs at that. You guys got the most kids and you picked 2 girls and 2 boys, the boys being twins.

You all end up playing again with the same teams but the rule being you can’t pick the same career. Everyone that picked college last time ends up picking career path just to switch it up a bit, while Barb and Jacob pick college.

This time while playing, Melissa has her arm around your waist for half the game and the other half on your thigh. You swear that life is testing you tonight. You and Melissa end up winning both times and Melissa grins at that. After the second time, you all end up watching a movie. The group ends up picking a horror movie, despite your reluctance since you get scared easily.

Everyone is sitting on either your couch or your 2 love seats. Barb and Jacob are spread out on your couch, while Janine and Gregory are on one of the love seats. So you and Melissa take the other seat. Barb and Jacob each use a blanket, Janine and Gregory share one, while you and Melissa also share a blanket.

Since your kids were so hyper today, you were more tired than usual and you were comfy leaning on Melissa a bit. Melissa has the one arm that’s closest to you, propped up on the back of the seat, with the other one on your thigh and her body is turned to you a bit. You end up getting scared pretty early on and accidentally go to hug Melissa during a jump scare. Melissa stops breathing for a second before she puts an arm around you protectively. “It’s alright, you’re safe, I got you.” She tells you and she smiles. Everyone pretends to not notice what happened and hide a grin.

Everyone then decides to leave but since Melissa had a few glasses of wine, so you offer to let her sleep in your spare room so she doesn’t drive home drunk.

Melissa ends up hearing you scream when you awake from a nightmare and she goes over and knocks on your door.

“Y/n, it’s Melissa. I heard you screaming so I thought I’d come to check if you were ok.”

You get out of bed and go and open your bedroom door. “I’m alright, I just had a nightmare. I knew I shouldn’t have watched the movie with you guys. I’ll be too afraid to sleep now, I guess it’s good that tomorrow is Sunday.” You tell her with a small chuckle.

“Oh I’m sorry hun.” She tells you as she leans against the door frame.

“It’s alright, maybe I’ll just watch something on my phone, maybe some stand up and fall asleep again.” You tell her and she looks at you then an idea pops up in her head.

“What if I slept with you?” She says and you look at her with wide eyes and her face mirrors that when she realises how that sounds. “I-I meant in the same bed and sleep… actual sleep not sex.” She defends and you giggle. In your tired state and full of adrenaline from the nightmare, you blurt out something before your brain has time to stop you.

“I wouldn’t say no to either one of those.” You say and she looks at you surprised.

“Really?” She tells you and that’s when it hits you what you said and a huge and noticeable blush makes it on your cheeks.

“Umm, I mean , I… I-I have no idea what I mean actually.” You say and put your hand over your eyes in embarrassment. Melissa takes the hand off your face then looks at you.

“Do you like me? As in a crush.” She asks and you nod, too embarrassed to speak. As soon as you nod, she has a big smile. “Really?” And you nod again. Melissa gets really excited and kisses you. You kiss her back and you both think that it’s wonderful, you both enjoy the kiss but then Melissa pulls back when she realises she didn’t admit her own feelings, verbally anyway. “I like you too.” She says with a huge smile and a sparkle in her eyes.

You giggle at that. “I figured by the kiss.” You tell her and she smiles warmly at you. “I would love the company in my bed to try and sleep, if you’re still offering.” You tell her and she nods.

“Of course. If you want we could cuddle. I was rather enjoying that on the couch.” She tells you and you agree. You cuddle in your bed and you manage to fall asleep wrapped in her arms and a smile on your face, and your nightmares didn’t come back that night.

On Monday morning you come into the break room and get a coffee as usual. You go and sit on the couch next to Melissa to watch the news. She looks at you and smiles and you smile back at her. Everyone is looking at you guys curiously then you see Melissa looking at you with a mischievous expression. She wraps a hand behind your head and pulls you in for a kiss, you kiss her back and hear gasps from everyone. Melissa pulls back after a few seconds and you see everyone grinning.

“Well it’s about time you two.” Barb says. “I’m glad our plan to make you team up worked.” And you both look over at her with a quirked eyebrow.

“You guys planned that?” Melissa says and you smile and lean on her shoulder while she wraps an arm around your waist, still questioning everyone.

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[lukeevangelista]

Philadelphia - Alec Bohm

I love him, your honor

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“They hate me.” He said as he sat down on your shared bed, fixing to slide on his shoes.

Alec had made a mistake.

A mistake that the broadcast just so happened to catch.

“They know you really don’t hate Philadelphia, babe.” You sighed as you sat next to him, “It was in the moment. You were having a bad night and I’m sure they can figure that out.”

“But still. I said I fucking hate it here on tv, Y/N.” He ran his hand over his face before letting out a dark chuckle, “Don’t be shocked if I’m traded soon.” Is all he said before silence filled the room.

“You’re not going to be traded.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, “You’re being so dramatic.”

“Am I?” He raised an eyebrow at you, “You see, when people fuck up big time at their jobs, they don’t tend to stay very long after the fuck up.”

You rolled your eyes at your curly headed boyfriend as you tugged your own shoes on your feet.

“Again; dramatic.”

**

“Fix him.” Brandon commanded as he guided you to Alec by your arms, “I’m not sure what you did-“

“What I did?!” You scoffed, “I didn’t do anything! He’s upset over what happened at last nights game. Thinks he’s going to be traded or something.” You defensiveness caused Brandon to let out a laugh before he ran a hand through his beard.

Brandon went quiet as you two neared Alec, his head in his hands as he sat in the chair outside of his stall. His cleats were in front of him and he wasn’t even looking like he was going to make an attempt to even put them on.

You and Brandon had been standing there for a few minutes, not sure what to even say to him.

“Are either of you going to speak or are you just going to stand there and stare at me?” He asked, hostility filling his voice.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to go out there.”

You looked towards Brandon, who offered you a shrug, “You have to, Al.” You sighed, “You cant sit in here and mope.”

“I can.” He snapped as he looked at you, his eyes darting between you and Brandon, “I fucked up.”

“You did,” You said, “but you also owned up to it and took responsibility.” You added, “They’re not going to hate you for it. Had you of not owned it, yeah, I’d see that happening,” you said as you took his hand in yours, “but you’re stressing over nothing right now.” You stopped as you thought of something, “And I’m here to tell you every mistake, every disappointment has led you here. To this moment, whether it was by a stupid mistake or an accident. You live and you learn and you’ve learned from your mistakes.” You whispered as you cupped his face, “Now get out there and kick some ass, A.”

**

You had joined Lexi and Dru back out in the stands, then giving you concerned looks as you had rushed out of there quite quickly.

“He okay?” Dru asked as she held Lexi’s newborn.

“Yeah. Just stressed. Needed a pep talk I guess.” You shrugged as you all sat down, the game finally getting started.

It was into the bottom of the second inning and Alec had been announced to be the next hitter at the plate.

The fans roared in cheers and applause as they stood up for their young third baseman, him taking in the love and acceptance that they were offering.

He knew he had fucked up, but he also knew that these Philly fans were accepting him because he had owned up to it all.

No hiding.

No lying.

Nothing.

He did a full circle as he took it all in, a grin on his face as he walked up to the batters box.

“He looks good, despite it all. JT was worried about him during BP today.” Lexi admitted about her husband.

“Yeah, he’s been a mess. Keeps saying he’s going to get traded,” you grinned, “but he’s seeing I was right about it all.”

Your eyes darted to your sweet boyfriend as he took a ball before getting adjusted once again.

Crack

The sound of the bat filled the air as he rounded the bases, watching the ball fly into the stands.

The bell went off as the crowd went into a frenzy, them all cheering and fist pumping the air as Alec met JT at home plate, him congratulating him.

“He needed that.” Dru said, “He needed to feel the love from them. To know they have his back.”

“He did,” you grinned as you felt her wrap her arm over your shoulder, “Just glad he can finally see it.”

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[sawixii]

once a punch out fan always a punch out fan. here's me hcs (long version)

content: glass joe, disco kid, piston hondo, great tiger, don flamenco, aran ryan, super macho man, mr. sandman

also content warning for mention of animal abuse in my fifth great tiger thing. (not him though dw)

if you wanna make mr. sandman's day tell him you've never had a philly cheese steak. he's mapped out his favorite stores that sell the BEST ones he's ever had (it's every single store that sells them. he can never choose) but if you aren't in philadelphia and you're willing to wait he is very very proud of his personal recipe. he's not a very emotive man but he will be biting back a smile waiting for you to dig in

speaking of. glass joe was attempting to be polite and ask him about his favorite hometown foods and got instantly cornered into having this. very american dish. mr. sandman was just like "yay i get to share my favorite thing with more people :)" and he did not mean to be forceful at all but joe was a little intimidated to turn down The Champ and was just sitting there preparing like "god forgive me." but he enjoyed it enough anyway and got mr. sandman to smile so so big

glass joe has been offered copious amounts of modeling gigs because of his. large female fanbase and while he refuses most of them bc he takes his boxing career seriously he did accept an offer from a photography student who reached out on a whim. for his 100th match, the photographer shot joe in his classic boxing outfit, posed like Michelangelo's statue of David.

when joe was asked why he took interest in this gig out of all the other, way more lucrative ones, he said, "i liked what he was saying. there is no little guy. the statue i am miming is, of the david and goliath story. he is puny to goliath, yet the statue is... how tall? (...) seventeen feet, thank you. you wonder, how big is goliath? why does he still face him? why do I still fight, ah? well, ask anyone. 'who is glass joe?' they will tell you."

the student photographer's career took off and still does all of joe's publicity shots

piston hondo enjoys sharing japanese cultural traditions w anyone who doesn't already know but telling super macho man abt white day was. not smart

hondo was semi complaining abt being able to find proper gifts that are three times over the valentines ones he was getting and smm was like "is it expensive?? to have to buy all these gifts?" and hondo was like "ah no money's not the issue it's the meaning. i want them all to be meaningful" so you know what macho's shitty little brain did.

he sent an "anonymous" valentines gift of one thousand dollars in cash with a note that said "don't think too hard about my white day gift B)"

anyway that's how super macho man gets 3k out of piston hondo every year (although piston hondo always pretends he has no idea who this admirer is)

btw valentine's is absolutely piston hondo's favorite holiday because he's a giant romantic sap and he looks cute in pink. his fans take the opportunity to FLOOD his mail with lacey cards flowers candies and art because it flusters the hell out of him.

one time a very shaky and red-faced fan hand delivered him an exact replica of the love letter usagi received from that one girl in sailor moon and it is his most prized possession. pisces behavior

what's a polyglot but for dancing. that's great tiger. he may not know every language but he is so far in love with spirited dancing and he was kind of born to be a dancer, he's so fluid and graceful. so far he's a master of tango, merengue, breakdancing, dabke and while he does not plan on committing to it anytime soon, he has a few pieces of ballet that he's working on

btw my favorite favorite little great tiger moment is when you lose to him in title defense where he and his clones are dancing right. there's this BRIEF little moment where as the camera is zooming in on him, he looks up at it and winks!!! RHHGHGGH

he and don being right next to each other in major circuit is so true because they both perform for the cameras so hard. don flamenco a little harder though. i just know during their fights they sorta punch each other a couple times and then just go immediately into an intricate dance battle. they are VOGUING

they are super cute outside the ring though. don, carmen, and tiger are actual besties, and don't tell carmen, but tiger is absolutely going to be don's best man once he proposes

anyway i say all this about great tiger bc i hc him as having been a breakout bollywood star when he was a kid, like he shot up in the ranks quick because he was always so charming on and off set, plus he had SKILLS like he was basically the perfect child actor; extremely good at taking direction, super funny, total sunshine child. at one point he got invited to an industry party where another major film star was showing off tigers that he kept in his mansion. it blew baby great tiger's MIND because he'd always dreamed of having a tiger best friend but then he saw how lethargic all the tigers were, and the ones who weren't constantly glassy eyed were kept behind tall strong walls, constantly pacing and extremely aggressive. it made him feel. gross.

he did a couple more movies, even an american blockbuster in his teens, but he completely disappeared after that. when asked, all his parents would say was, "he said he was done, so he is done." interestingly enough, the funds they had earned alongside their son's movie career were all funneled into bengal tiger preservation and rescue programs.

(can you tell who my favorite is)

anyway. disco kid is in no way petty or bitchy he is actually the most chill and friendly human being on earth but the funniest thing he ever did was just before super macho man went up against him in the ring. obvs smm lovessss to talk smack online (and it's good for the ratings) so he was all over twitter hyping himself up gaining more fans bc he was obviously favored to win. but then. disco kid posts a single captionless image

so. disco kid got his ass beat so he may not have won the battle but by god did he win the funny bitch war. even to this day macho cannot shake the ariana allegations

obvs i think disco kid/kid quick are brothers but hello disco kid is absolutely the big brother. don't make that face it's a rigby's little brother from regular show thing. they aren't attached at the hip or anything but as semi-popular boxing brothers from a rich ass family they bought and share that big house in the background of disco's introduction

they also make each other SO NERVOUS whenever the other is in the ring. they show up every night but sooner or later retreat to the locker rooms semi hyperventilating hoping praying that their brother isn't getting too badly beat up. at the end as long as an er trip isn't in the picture they go out and get baskin robbins' to wind down

aran ryan has a girlfriend named maeve from free derry. she's been kicked shadowbanned and barred from multiple social media platforms because of her unabashed social activism, been arrested multiple times for being too bold against the police, is 5'10, makes clothes for schoolgirls who want to stick it to the dress codes, and wears the same hat every day because the first time they met he stuck it on her and said she ought to keep it cuz she looked good in it. she took a couple pins off her jacket stuck them to the hat and agreed

maeve has never paid for an entry into aran's matches and nobody can stop her from coming because aran always ~inexplicably~ purchases a ticket for the security to hold onto "in case a lass comes 'round lookin' for real entertainment"

she purposefully plonks herself within the crowd of aran haters and guffaws and claps as loud as possible every time he gets the upper hand. she expects it gets lost in the chorus of boos and jeers but he hears it

they have a semi routine where maeve pretends she's on her way out and then aran wraps his arm around her and brags about bagging a girlfriend and every time maeve shouts i'm not yer fuckin girlfriend and they fight and call each other names all the way to the car where they make out once the paparazzi is gone

they both don't expect their relationship to last long but not everything has to last forever for it to have meaning y'know. also they are symbiotically unhinged and keep anyone else from having to deal with them as a partner

#it is not everyone but i had many thoughts so i do the others later. thank uuuu #punch out #punch out headcanons #glass joe #disco kid #piston hondo #great tiger #don flamenco #aran ryan #super macho man #mr sandman #see you in the movies

[yorshie]

*chin hands at you* You. Me. Warm candlelight. A plate full of spaghetti between us. What's that? The spaghetti is actually an infodump about Raph's Philly Shell Stance? Ohohoho. Yes please. I will have seconds. We will share a string of spaghetti, by which I mean you will infodump at me and I will stare adoringly at you while your little raccoon hands throw spaghetti all over my house. The spaghetti is still Raph's Philly Shell Stance.

-justalotoffanfic

[inhales sharply] I wrote half of it as a reblog to the ask I sent last night then I got distracted reading hold on I’ll go get it. @justalotoffanfiction tagging you so you’ll know I answered

*the sounds of a raccoon pile driving through a trash bin, utter chaos*

Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok.

Raph’s got all that protective gear on his left arm in the second movie. Makes sense he’s probably right handed and when he’s fighting the left is likely the arm that he leads with.

Now we obviously can’t draw any conclusions in the first movie, because the turtle is running around with no pants on and his fighting style consists of “throwing himself shell first” though! They do lay the groundwork for him fighting defensively (shell first) and we see that alongside Donnie he can clearly come up with plans because it was his idea to take out Karai or “little miss sunshine”. Now. In the second movie. The only fight scene we see is him getting bodily picked up (btw Leo walks directly into a close line but that’s anger for another day) though he is punching Rocksteady With His Right Hand. I don’t. Um. Count Kraang fight. Let’s just say I haven’t seen past the plane scene in A While.

Now. Thinking about his weapon, the Sai. Sais? Fandom has me confused on plural on that one but it’s all ok, but anyway the Sai are a defensive weapon, and there’s that post thats been going around explaining how Splinter gave the turtles weapons that balance out their personalities, ie giving Raph the defensive weapon to teach him to control his snap judgements of stab first ask questions later (was it worded like that? No. Can I remember however? Also no.) and it’s kinda poetic that he has a weapon specifically designed to take out swords 👀. Anyway

The Philly Shell Stance. Obviously it has Shell in the name which is just. Hilarious. But! It’s a defensive stance. I’ll link a video explaining the different famous boxing stances, but the only other truly “defensive” stance is the Peekaboo, and it’s only really helpful if you’re tiny going up against someone Raph Sized.

Now the reason I think Raph uses the Philly Shell Stance, is because he has all that “armor” on his lead arm. I think he just lets the hits roll off his shoulder and bobs out of the way, keeping his hand across his stomach also gives him a pretty large range of vision to respond to threats, and if someone’s going to run at him he’s got that arm low to create some space. It’s a stance you gotta be in the moment for, and you gotta be able to think quickly, which I think Raphie boy can do despite being the “hot head” of the group. I’ll link another fight, Probably a Floyd Mayweather video, that shows a Philly Shell in action. I really wish the fight scenes in the second movie had been less cartoony, cuz theirs so much cool stuff that could happen.

^ just a Philly shell stance only video in case you don’t wanna watch ten whole minutes lol

^ really good video on Manny Pacquiao (who I always root for) and Floyd Mayweather Jr. you can see Mayweather is using Philly Shell, that’s his style, but you can see the vicious return jabs he’s able to give whenever his opponent goes for a swing and he’s just able to roll the hit off his shoulder and immediately respond. Now.

Imagine that’s Raph. And Imagine 6’5” (film height) just returning that kind of jab when he’s fighting.

Thank you for coming to my Turtle Talk!

#ask away! #spaghetti everywhere #I am so sorry to people that don’t watch boxing #boxing #fighting #blood

[thatsnotbuddies]

g’s hrpf recs

okok this blog exists bc one day I clicked on a tknp fic in some random person’s bookmarks just because it seemed interesting and the rest is history

so it’s only right i make a list of my fave fics I’ve read since then

here goes

⭐ = ultimate faves

I’ve got about . 200 hrpf bookmarks on ao3 but these are the ones that I think about a lot/have re-read more than twice. there’s soo much more I could rec, if you want a list for a specific pairing lmk??

TKNP

colours i can't see (with anyone else) - (E, 7,357 words) ⭐

Travis gets the call about two weeks before he stands before the team, helmet dangling from his fingertips and heart beating against his chest like it wants to crack through his ribs.

“I’m moving to Toronto.”

The silence that washes through the locker room is deafening. No one says anything for a long 30 seconds. The only sound is that of skate guards squeaking against the floor.

Nolan is the one who breaks the silence. “What the fuck? They can’t trade you.”  And Travis winces and Nolan widens his eyes like a deer caught in headlights and someone to his left sighs. “Oh.”

Notes: The conversation in the second to last scene gets me Every Time 😭

vision trick - (E, 21,528 words)

Pat’s new house is haunted.

Notes: I’m an Interstellar (2014), Contact (1997), love-transcending-all-dimensions-including-time girlie so this is. everything. to me.

JOEL FARABEE/MORGAN FROST

letters from allentown (T, 4,539 words) ⭐

“Hahahah the flyers are shit,” Morgan tweets, sometime in early November of 2013. He's probably not expecting a pissy pre-teen from Cicero, New York to slide into his DMs and start up a four year argument over whether or not the Flyers suck, right up until Morgan turns eighteen and gets drafted by the Flyers himself.

Notes: This is THEE quintessential joel/morgan fic to me

in my defense, spring - (T, 2,764 words, Magical Realism) ⭐

Morgan gets called up a month into the season. He arrives in Philly with three suits, two duffle bags full of gear, and a very large potted basil plant.

Notes: I went on a magical realism bender for a bit and this is one of the faves. Frosty as a spring witch born into a winter witch family :’) Taking care of all his plants :’)

MCSTROME

The Next Next One (M, 71,275 words) ⭐

No, Dylan has not picked up a copy of the book, nor does he plan to anytime soon. No, he has not talked to Connor about it. He hasn’t talked to Connor about anything in a long time, but the media does not need to know that.

Notes: This is number one all time fave. It turns me inside out every time I read it. So well written down to the fake book snippets!!!! You could take this and make a movie adaptation of it and it would kill at the box office.

MATTDRAI

how lovely are thy branches (M, 5271 words) (also Tim Stutzle/Brady Tkachuk)

“What is it about my family that makes us so damn irresistible to you Germans?”

Notes: This is just such a laugh, I love it

JOEL FARABEE/CARTER HART (you know when you’re not that invested in a pairing but some of the writing for it is just so good? this is me with this)

pour some sugar on him and blame it on the rain - (T, 5,719 words, Magical Realism)

Carter is a witch working the convenience store night shift. Joel is a regular customer who just can’t seem to stop getting cursed. Morgan is mostly along for the ride.

Notes: Fun! Shenanigans!

You look so sweet in the heat of the summer (E, 5,319 words)

Carter's fed up with feeling like he’s wasting his summer, out of sync with his friends, watching the days dwindle down with nothing to show for it.

He’s not sure what he expects Joel to be able to do about that feeling, but at least he’s a promised distraction.

Notes: This is so great at capturing a Very Specific summer vibe. End notes changed my whole opinion on ‘Tis The Damn Season, lmao. I cry now.

#one thing about me is I will read an hrpf fic if it seems interesting I don't even have to follow the team or know the guys lmfao #this list has the mainstays though. i'll make a misc list later #hrpf #fic recs #fun fact there was a period of time where I just read tknp fics not knowing what they looked like . insane #thatsnotbuddies fic recs

[nostalgebraist]

@monadique replied to your post “Last weekend I read most of J. D. Salinger's Glass...”:

I love the Glass family! Been ages since I read them but would be interested to hear your thoughts on the collection if you had any more?

​Sure.

Spoilers for the works listed here under the cut

Here's something that jumped out at me when reading "Raise High" and "Seymour."

(It jumped out so strongly that I want to say it's an obvious surface feature of the text, and barely worth mentioning. But I can never tell what is and isn't "obvious," so I'll mention it.)

In "Raise High," we hear that Seymour and his fiancé have been up late on the night before their wedding, engaged in a conversation about how Seymour is -- in his words (?) -- "too happy to get married":

But what man in his right mind, the night before he’s supposed to get married, keeps his fiancé up all night blabbing to her all about how he’s too happy to get married and that she’ll have to postpone the wedding till he feels steadier or he won’t be able to come to it? Then, when his fiancée explains to him like a child that everything’s been arranged and planned out for months [...] he says to her he’s terribly sorry but he can’t get married till he feels less happy or some crazy thing! Use your head, now, if you don’t mind. Does that sound like somebody normal?

Meanwhile, various characters (including the speaker here) voice the opinion that Seymour is mentally unwell, and in need of help.

They're not very likable witnesses, these characters. In terms of the surface logic of the story, we're clearly "meant" to view these characters as clueless busybodies, and we are meant to view their proposed course of action -- subjecting Seymour to 1950s-style psychoanalysis until he's "better" -- as amusingly useless at best.

And anyway, that course of action has already been tried. By this point, Seymour has already had a lengthy conversation to his mother-in-law's analyst -- as we learn later in "Raise High." And in "Zooey," we are told that all the Glass children were examined in childhood by a variety of specialists in "clinical, social, and newsstand psychology." In the latter story, Zooey says sarcastically:

"If you get any more ideas, like last night, of phoning Philly Byrnes' goddam psychoanalyst for Franny, just do one thing—that's all I ask. Just think of what analysis did for Seymour." He paused for emphasis. "Hear me? Will you do that?"

(Though it's unclear if this refers to some earlier episode, or just to the analyst conversation described in "Raise High.")

In sum, "Raise High" does not "want" us to worry over Seymour's mental health. Indeed, the narrative voice seems actively angry about the very idea of doing so.

But, of course, several years later -- Seymour Glass killed himself.

And, of course, "Raise High" is narrated by his brother Buddy, who's obviously feeling defensive of Seymour during the incident related in the story, and who has even more reason to be defensive (among other things) about Seymour at the (later, post-suicide) time of the story's composition.

Now, "Raise High" is paired in a single published volume with another, much stranger story, also written in-story by Buddy Glass: "Seymour, An Introduction."

Early on in "Seymour," Buddy tells us that he is "ecstatically happy." By this he seems to mean he is in some profoundly atypical mental/spiritual state, whose connection to the ordinary denotation of the word "happy" is somewhat mysterious:

Professionally speaking, which is the only way I’ve ever really enjoyed speaking up (and, just to ingratiate myself still less, I speak nine languages, incessantly, four of them stone-dead)—professionally speaking, I repeat I’m an ecstatically happy man. I’ve never been before. Oh, once, perhaps, when I was fourteen and wrote a story in which all the characters had Heidelberg dueling scars—the hero, the villain, the heroine, her old nanny, all the horses and dogs. I was reasonably happy then, you might say, but not ecstatically, not like this.

In "Raise High," Seymour's professed state of "happiness" coincided with staying up all night, and a sudden (?) urge to call off his wedding. Call it off, specifically, "until he feels more steady."

In one diary entry quoted later in "Raise High," Seymour writes:

I felt unbearably happy all evening.

In a later entry, "happiness" is again paired with insomnia:

Oppenheim is already in the sack. I should be, too, but I can’t. Someone must sit up with the happy man.

And then there is this:

Oh, God, if I’m anything by a clinical name, I’m a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.

This sentence causes Buddy, reading the diary, to have the following reaction (my emphasis):

I remember closing the diary—actually, slamming it shut—after the word “happy.” I then sat for several minutes with the diary under one arm, until I became conscious of a certain discomfort from having sat so long on the side of the bathtub. When I stood up, I found I was perspiring more profusely than I had all day, as though I had just got out of a tub, rather than just been sitting on the side of one.

What is this "happiness" of Seymour's?

It could all just be eccentric behavior. But -- especially given Seymour's later suicide -- it seems plausible that this bout of "happiness" is, in fact, a manic episode.

That interpretation jibes with the apparent effects of "happiness" in Buddy's case. Just after the part of "Seymour" quoted above ("Professionally speaking..."), Buddy goes on to explain what "happiness" does to a writer:

To the point: I happen to know, possibly none better, that an ecstatically happy writing person is often a totally draining type to have around. Of course, the poets in this state are by far the most “difficult,” but even the prose writer similarly seized hasn’t any real choice of behavior in decent company; divine or not, a seizure’s a seizure. And while I think an ecstatically happy prose writer can do many good things on the printed page—the best things, I’m frankly hoping—it’s also true, and infinitely more self-evident, I suspect, that he can’t be moderate or temperate or brief; he loses very nearly all his short paragraphs. He can’t be detached—or only very rarely and suspiciously, on down-waves. In the wake of anything as large and consuming as happiness, he necessarily forfeits the much smaller but, for a writer, always rather exquisite pleasure of appearing on the page serenely sitting on a fence. Worst of all, I think, he’s no longer in a position to look after the reader’s most immediate want; namely, to see the author get the hell on with his story.

As we read on, we discover that "Seymour" is a very, very strange document. And very much the sort of thing a person might produce under the influence of mania.

It buzzes with energy, yet is oddly directionless; it flies at immense speed, and yet goes nowhere. The implied writer seems unable to leave any thought uncommitted to paper, and equally unable to hold back the churning tide of thought-after-thought-after-thought inside his own mind.

The tone is ecstatic, but ecstatic in an odd, off way: giddy with mirth over some private joke, convinced that something marvelous is occurring (or has occurred) without being able to spell out what. Most of all, though "Seymour" treats its title character with hagiographic reverence, the ecstasy of the voice doesn't seem to be primarily about Seymour, or indeed about anything. We learn a lot of things about Seymour in the course of "Seymour" -- eventually, anyway -- but many of them are hilariously trivial in nature, and do not seem prepared or arranged to convey anything in particular about Seymour the man. (The title is amusingly ironic: whatever "Seymour, an Introduction" does, it certainly does not "introduce" Seymour in the comprehensive and quasi-scholarly fashion implied.)

----

So, that's the "obvious" thing that stood out to me.

"Happy," in these two stories, appears to mean "manic." Buddy Glass is bipolar, and so is his brother.

"Seymour" is "Raise High" inverted. In "Raise High" we see Seymour's mania through the clear glass of Buddy at the height of his writerly powers (but at a glancing angle, due to Buddy's partisanship on the subject) -- while in "Seymour," apparently ordinary incidents from Seymour's boyhood are fragmented and made dazzling by the shattered mirror of Buddy's own mania.

Is that "true"? I don't know.

Maybe this is too resistant a reading; maybe I'm meant to think that the "busybodies" were just-plain-wrong, that Seymour was a bodhisattva, and that "Seymour" is a straightforwardly beautiful piece of prose.

It is noteworthy, though, that everything (?) about the Glass narrative reaches us via Buddy Glass. Salinger makes a point of this, as though it matters. Most of the later stories are explicitly "written by" Buddy -- but earlier stories like "Bananafish" also get retconned to "always have been" Buddy Glass compositions, rather than just J. D. Salinger stories.

Indeed, in the case of "Bananafish," we're directly told to view Buddy as an unreliable narrator; apparently, whatever Seymour Glass' last day was like, it wasn't quite like that.

The final story, "Hapworth 16, 1924," is a long letter written by Seymour. And yet it too -- weirdly! -- is explicitly placed in Buddy-shaped quotation marks, with a preface written by Buddy presenting it as a old letter he's conveniently just happened to find sitting around.

I'm left uncertain about how to read "Hapworth," in light of this, and in light of the interpretation of "Seymour" above.

It's possible that Buddy himself fabricated it, as I saw one reviewer suggest. This would fit with the sheer weirdness of it (drawing a line between it and "Seymour"), and with the overall sense that the whole Glass saga is being unreliablely-narrated by Buddy and colored by his evolving mental/emotional state.

Except... I don't feel like that fits? "Hapworth" is weirdly written, but it's weirdly written in a very different way from "Seymour."

It lacks the out-of-control digressiveness we saw in "Seymour," and the nested, spiraling sentence structure. In their place is another very strange type of prose, with its own sense of unrelenting ecstasy that feels somehow off, not really about the surface subject matter, the product of some relentless inner engine running along the lines of a wholly inner logic. (For 7-yo Seymour, it seems that everything is "heartrending" and "amusing" and so on; the same terms of approbation are applied so uniformly that they lose all meaning.)

But the prose of "Hapworth" doesn't feel out-of-control, the way the prose of "Seymour" very obviously (and deliberately) did. The kid knows what he wants to say, and he says it, immediately and directly. One feels the content is driving the style, rather than being held back by it.

If "Hapworth" isn't a Buddy Glass fabrication, what is it?

If it's authentic Seymour, then Seymour really is a bodhisattva -- or at least, a true prophet, a clairvoyant who foresaw his own death and other things besides.

And yet he doesn't talk and act like we'd expect a bodhisattva to talk. He can be kind of a dick, for one thing; for another, he's just weird (to use that word once again) in a way that doesn't really seem derivable from sainthood, or even from child-prodigyhood.

Maybe he is a new kind of thing entirely. A god incarnated in 20th century New York, as imagined by a very innovative and very peculiar (real-world) author. Maybe mania, or at least "happiness," is part of the earthly package for such a god. If so, then we must pity poor Buddy, saddled with his brother's curse of "happiness" without, like his brother, receiving godhood in exchange for it.

(But even then -- what sort of line should we draw between the eerie, JEDD-Mason-like superintelligent alien of "Hapworth," and the only-mildly-eccentric adult of the diary entries in "Raise High"? It seems challenging to reconcile the two.)

#monadique #salinger tag?

[redemptioninchaos]

Desire found himself in a white dense fog. But the thing was, he knew he wasn't anywhere. That was because he had been pulled away from a fitful dream, and found himself in this fog.

And no matter how much he walked, he didn't find an end to the place, until the fog finally lessened, allowing for someone else to come into view.

The night after recovering Colette's car, Tess finally let herself rest for a bit. She had a somewhat fancy hotel room paid for by Sebasthiel. She told him that she didn't need anything fancy since she'd only need a place to rest her head for a few hours every day or so. Sebasthiel insisted, saying that she deserved nicer quarters for the work she'd done in Philly.

She woke up within a foggy environment, hands raised defensively in case attackers tried to get the jump on her as she advanced. She could see a shadowy figure in front of her, Tess summoning a platinum seven-shooter with diamond engravings in an angelic language. She aimed for center mass until she saw who it was.

"Valkyrie." Her revolver dissipated. It still felt odd not keeping a gun trained on a demon, but she figured it couldn't have been a coincidence to find him after hearing the argument between Colette and Cobalt. "Where are we?" Her posture relaxed slightly, though she had her arms crossed. She seemed more confused than anything, and it was clear she held no animosity towards the incubus, as ironic as that sounded.

#tesiraphel #desire

[apiscircensis]

more twst ocs bc this is too easy and I have no self control ✨

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4]

bio transcripts and extra tidbits under the cut

Philemon “Philly” Pershing

Pomefiore Dorm School Year: Second Birthday: April 11 Star Sign: Aries Age: 17 Height: 177cm Dominant Hand: Right Club: Equestrian Club Best Subject: Magic History Hobby: Making preserves Pet Peeves: Bullies Favorite Food: Sweet onions Least Favorite Food: Factory canned peaches Talents: Sharpshooting

Dedicated and studious. Though he may be delicate looking, he has a hidden violent streak reserved for anyone who'd dare mess with him or his loved ones.

He loves romantic novels and poetry, and has a particular interest in outlaw stories.

He has a boyfriend back home, a hard-working and tender hearted boy he used to tutor when they were younger. They tend to the community crop garden together.

He comes from a small town where people talk a lot. They have a lot to say about his relationship, from the fact that they're both boys, to their different social class, and even the fact that Philly is a mage while his boyfriend is not, but he has made it a point to put all of those people in their proper place before they so much as think to do anything about it.

Inspired on Kissin' Kate Barlow (Holes)

Trivia

His mother died when he was young. She was an avid reader and left a sizable library behind that Philly has been eating up since he learned how to read. He read one (1) trashy romance novel at a formative age and it became his whole personality.

His father is a stern, closed off, set in his ways old western man type. He taught Philly how to use a gun and hunt when he was six and it’s kind of their manly bonding activity. He’s not the most open minded man and wasn’t very happy to learn that Philly likes boys, which made Philly very sad and strained they’re relationship. They’re working on it though, because they’re each other's only family and they love each other despite their differences.

Philly is very committed to his relationship, but he’s also a fickle teenager, so it’s not rare for him and his boyfriend to have bizarre misunderstandings that lead to “mini breakups” during which Philly becomes a whole drama queen. These breakups rarely last more than a week lol

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Noya Zareen

Scarabia Dorm School Year: First Birthday: September 14 Star Sign: Virgo Age: 16 Height: 164cm Dominant Hand: Left Club: Equestrian Club Best Subject: Defensive Magic Hobby: Research Pet Peeves : Incomplete documents Favorite Food: Pomegranates Least Favorite Food: Peanuts Talents: Fencing

A very stern and no nonsense guy. He's generally polite but doesn't have much of a sense of humor, though he seems to have a special talent for sarcasm.

His family has been tasked for generations with protecting an important relic from his nation. He's quite proud of this duty and wishes to become a great mage in order to be the best guardian he can be.

He has an interest in history and makes it a point and hobby to look into as many different sources as possible pertaining to a same event in order to discern what he calls “The Ultimate Truth”.

 Inspired on Princess Tamina/the Dagger of Time (Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time)

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Aedon Katsaros

Ignihyde Dorm School Year: Third Birthday: May 20 Star Sign: Taurus Age: 18 Height: 183cm Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous Club: Film Studies Club Best Subject: Music Hobby: People watching Pet Peeve: Being called by their idol name when out of character Favorite Food: Grape soda Least Favorite Food: Grape soda Talents: Singing

aka. Calliope

An up and coming idol who's quickly gaining internet fame because of their personas' androgynous beauty, their powerful voice, and grounded personality. 

They love telling stories in their music and connecting with their fans through them. Though they're currently focusing on their studies, they still try to find time to hold virtual performances for their fans.

On top of performing, they're also interested in the stage production side of things and wishes to find new exciting ways to incorporate technological magic into it to create a better experience for the public on both virtual and live shows.

 Inspired on The Muses (Hercules)

Trivia

Uses he/they pronouns indistinctly. Calliope uses strictly they/them or no pronouns at all.

Their parents are serious, somewhat boring people and they don’t really get Aedon’s whole idol thing, but they do their best to support all of their children in the pursuit of their passions. Aedon is the middle child of five, and gets along quite well with all of their sisters. They all bond over each other’s artistic endeavors. Their oldest sister is their manager for their idol career.

They like watching people and imagining their stories, and takes inspiration from the people and things that they see happen around them for their songs. They try to keep their inspirations vague and uses a lot of creative freedom, both to keep their stories widely appealing and as to not put anyone on blast, but has occasionally fumbled it and nearly gotten in trouble. Their sister often has to remind them to be more mindful. (They wrote The Rogue Daisy about one of Philly’s particularly bad “mini breakups” and it became the hit breakup song of the summer, which resulted in them having to lay low for a month until Philly and his boyfriend go back together.)

Though they're generally an amiable person they’ve had to become more careful of the people they let close. They like to keep their daily life separate from their idol persona so they’re very wary of people who treat them like a character regardless, and of people who only approach others to see what they can get out of them (of which there’s no shortage of at NRC lol). They became friends with Xander, and by extension Lucas bc they could tell they’re both very genuine puppies without a single ill meaning brain cell in their bodies. The pups call them Ai-chan (an in jest nickname that stuck).

Calliope’s music is a little niche, but they’re a popular singer among Ignihyde students. Not everyone in the dorm knows/believes Aedon is Calliope, and the ones that know are too intimidated by them to approach them lol

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #Philly Pershing #Noya Zareen #Aedon Katsaros #artsyness #this is a funny batch #a swiftie a token scarabia student and totally not avu chan

[thenhlteaissuperhot]

Thoughts on the Drysdale-Gauthier trade? I think its a win for Anaheim despite a certain part of hockey twitter saying otherwise lol. I hope JD can stay healthy in Philly..

That certain part of the hockey community is against this because this trade single-handedly broke apart their favorite ship of Zegras and Drysdale, and also sent their favorite boy Jamie to a team, barely anyone follows willingly.

Those injuries are the main factor why the Ducks went for this trade. If Drysdale didn't have health issues, they wouldn't even think about trading him because they desperately need at least decent defense so their goalies wouldn't have to deal with 50 shots per game, however, Jamie played only ten games this season, and they have a couple of solid defensemen growing up in San Diego that might able to step up in the foreseeable future, so there you go with the rationale behind wanting to trade him, in the first place...

However, I still think that this trade might not be a complete win for Anaheim. You never know how those young guys are going to turn out, and they just acquired a guy, who hasn't played a single game in the NHL - the fact that he was good at the Juniors and at the University league, doesn't necessarily mean that he will be good in the big boys' league.

Also, he is most likely going to have to transfer from the center to the wing because Anaheim has enough of centers on the roster.

Jamie will definitely be given more space to shine in Philadelphia if he gets his health under control (hopefully he does), but at what cost? Playing for a team players don't want to be playing for and which doesn't have even remotely bright future ahead of itself as Anaheim does...

To a certain point, I frankly feel bad for both of them because Gauthier will now be dreading getting anywhere near Philadelphia or the Flyers, and Drysdale is inevitably stuck in Philadelphia as he has a contract till 2026-27...

#nhl #nhl trade #ice hockey #cutter gauthier #jamie drysdale #anaheim ducks #philadephia flyers

[enchantedchocolatebars]

For @azure-blaze92 because of all the super cute and super funny Philip x Female Witch (Cecilia) asks I've been seeing on their page. (This, this, this, this, and this)

Cecilia: *Sees Philip approaching* Hey, Philly! Back for more~?

Philip: Do not call me Philly, and no. My only reason for returning was to retrieve my satchel.

Cecilia: You sure~? Cause it looks like you've been missin' our kissin'.

Philip: *>:( at her and walks away with his bag*

Cecilia: *Blows him a kiss and waves goodbye*

*Later*

Caleb: Well, Philip, if you truly were bewitched as you keep claiming you were, it's a good thing I walked in when I did otherwise all that kissing would have lead to something else.

Philip: *Knows exactly what his brother is implying (sex) and glares daggers at him while blushing profusely* IT MOST CERTAINLY WOULD HAVE NOT.

Caleb: Woah, calm down, little bro. You're awfully defensive for someone who's been "bewitched".😏

Philip: >:(

(Sorry if your Caleb wouldn't say that 😅)

#(lol what if there was a plot twist where cecilia was revealed to be evelyn's little sister XD) #(sorry i got really into this XD) #the owl house #owl house #toh #emperor belos #belos #philip wittebane #moldy crumpet husbando #caleb wittebane #english muffin husbando #writing #my writing

[sipandshare]

what do you think of the people who complain about joe being in a shitty mood at every con? (in their defense, he never looks fucking happy about it)

it's gonna be long (again) (sorry)

there's definitely been a mood swing since his first cons, no point to deny it. he's not that ray of sunshine in the summer of '22 anymore. and yeah, i think it's mostly about money that keeps him doing these things, not his unconditional, endless love of his fans.

i don't think he's being shitty or rude to the people but it's clear that he lost his enthusiasm generally. you're gonna say he shouldn't keep doing it if he doesn't like it. i'd say the same thing but there are also times like that philly con.

we know he has no problem cancelling cons. people even say that he cancelled some of the fanexpos because he hates his fans. with this logic, you can say it's not always money talks, sometimes the money is not worth the trouble, right?

but that day, when he had the perfect excuse not to come, he went all the way to states at the expense of cramming three days of crowd into one day and, as far as staff said, stayed and continued to sign autographs even after the closing time. i think it says a lot more than people think.

also, online people experience these events more intensely than the people who are actually there. while we're writing stories from short videos or snapshots here on the internet, people usually have fun out there.

#i could've just said he's human these things happen and call it a day #but no #i had to write an essay #joseph quinn

[katy-kt-katie]

Mulder on the Witness Stand

Gift for @agent-troi for #XFSecretSanta2022

Prompt: MULDER IS ON THE STAND BEING CROSS-EXAMINED ABOUT SOME CASE AND SOMEHOW IT COMES UP THAT HE’S FORCED TO CONFESS HIS FEELINGS FOR SCULLY BECAUSE HE’S UNDER OATH.

CW: A big of Patriarchal Slut Shaming; Rated T

Betas: @tofuttim and Elise (Thank you)

Read on AO3: LINK; Love your comments or kudos if you liked it.

James A Byrne U.S. Federal Courthouse; Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Scully sat quietly at the back of the packed courtroom; her shoulder nudged against Mulder’s.

“Defense calls Special Agent Fox Mulder to the stand,” a defense attorney in the front of the courtroom said loudly.  Scully and Mulder had learned that this attorney, Rod Stancy, was one of the most cutthroat, aggressive defensive attorneys in Philly.

Scully turned to look at Mulder and he smiled just a bit, a reassuring grin that this will be okay.

Scully was a key witness against Sevlov Pudovkin, a Russian expatriate who turned out to be a con man working for the mafia. He was facing charges of extortion and credit fraud. 

Scully had already testified to the exchange of money she saw in the back of the grocery store as well as the encounter she’d witnessed at the tattoo parlor. What happened with Ed Jerse was brought up too. Scully was embarrassed to answer questions about her night with Ed in Philadelphia several weeks ago. She managed to avoid answering most of it as she was a witness in his still pending prosecution.

They testified in cases often, but Mulder was surprised when he had received a note from the prosecutor yesterday, giving him notice that he might be called to testify as well. The prosecutor was unclear about what would be the nature of his questioning, since the defense planned to call Mulder and Mulder hadn’t worked this case.

Murder took the stand, raised his right hand, and was sworn in for testimony.

“Special Agent Mulder, please tell us about your role at the FBI,” Stancy said.

“I am an agent at the FBI, assigned to cases that may be, as of yet, unexplained or deemed unsolvable.”

 “Thank you. Have you met Mr. Pudovkin before?” Stancy pointed toward his client at the defense table.

“Yes, I met him once, with my partner. He claimed to have information that could be helpful in a case. Those claims ended up being unsubstantiated.”

“You mentioned your partner,” Stancy said, “who is that?”

“Special Agent Dana Scully. She testified yesterday,” Mulder said, while looking at the jury box and smiling. “She ended up following Pudovkin to Philadelphia as I was ordered to take time off. She testified to witnessing the acts in question…”

“Agent Mulder,” Stancy cut him off, “I didn’t ask you about her testimony. We all heard that yesterday. I would like to ask you about Agent Scully though.”

“Okay,” Mulder smirked, confused.

What do they want to know about me , Scully wondered, nervously.

Snapping Scully back from her thoughts, Stancy continued. “How long have you known Agent Scully?”

“We met when we were assigned to work together, four years ago.” Mulder scanned the courtroom and found Scully’s eyes. He seemed anxious to talk about her. She smiled nervously and nodded. Letting him know it was okay.

“That seems like a good enough amount of time to get to know someone. Would you say you know Agent Scully pretty well?”

Mulder nodded. “Yes. Very well. The nature of our work requires it.”

“So then, Agent Mulder, answer this for me. Isn’t it true that Agent Scully was distracted by a man during her visit in Philadelphia? At the same time, she was supposedly witnessing these acts by my client, she was busy gallivanting around with this, Ed Jerse?”

Scully felt her face turn red with a mix of rage and incredible embarrassment.

“As Agent Scully indicated yesterday, his trial is still pending and so we can’t go into specifics about that case at this time.”

“That’s fine Agent Mulder, and I’m not planning to ask you details about Mr. Jerse’s case, but I do want to understand more about your partner and your knowledge of what she did while working the case against my client in Philadelphia."

"OBJECTION!” The prosecutor argued from her desk. “Agent Mulder can’t talk about this pending case.”

From the gallery, Scully’s eyes turned to Stancy as he spoke up in defense of his line of questioning, “Your honor, I would like to discuss Agent Scully’s actions, with Agent Mulder.  I do not intend to dive into the Jerse case in any depth.”

The Judge nodded, “Okay, I’ll allow it. Let’s be careful threading that needle, Mr. Stancy.” He turned to the court reporter, “Mira, can you read Mr.Stancy’s question back to the court?”.

The court reporter piped up, “Mr. Stancy asked, ‘So then, Agent Mulder, answer this for me. Isn’t it true that Agent Scully was distracted by a man during her visit in Philadelphia? At the same time, she was supposedly witnessing these acts by my client, she was busy gallivanting around with this, Ed Jerse?’”

“She did meet a man, Ed Jerse,” Mulder said, factually.

“And this man has pending charges for murder, kidnapping and assault?” Stancy continued.

“That is true, Mr. Jerse is facing those charges,” Mulder said.

“And according to police reports, your partner Ms. Scully, was found in this man’s apartment, wearing nothing but his shirt…”

Scully could tell Mulder was getting annoyed and tried to jump in, “…Yes, but…”

Stancy held his hand up, indicating to Mulder to stop. Scully cringed. “So let me see if I have this straight, Agent Mulder. Your partner wants the jury to believe her account of what she supposedly saw my client doing. But at the same time, she’s meeting up with some random guy who is facing murder charges and she’s found prancing around his apartment half naked in his clothes.”

“OBJECTION, argumentative!”

At the same moment, Scully saw Mulder’s expression turn from displeasure to anger. He stood and started to yell, “Mr. Stancy, how dare you…”

The Judge intervened with a stern voice, “Agent Mulder, sit back down. You may answer Mr. Stancy’s question, calmly.”

Mulder grunted, clearly very irritated.  Scully could not believe what was just said about her in a public courtroom, she leaned forward and hung her head in her hands.

“Mr. Stancy, how dare you sir. My partner’s personal choices and activities are not my business and certainly not yours. Are you shaming her personal intimate choices in a public courtroom? Because she is a woman? She is a federal agent, she is a medical doctor, she has saved countless people from violence and even death.”

Scully looked up from her hands, taken aback by Mulder’s defense of her. She knew he was disappointed by what had transpired in Philadelphia; that in some way it hurt him personally. But as he sat on the stand, he defended her vehemently; he had her back as always.

“Let’s not get dramatic Agent Mulder,” Stancy continued. “At the end of the day, you want us to trust her version of events. She doesn’t seem like a very trustworthy person. She doesn’t seem to have made good decisions while she was in Philadelphia.”

“I would trust Agent Scully with my life!” Mulder said, assertively. “In fact, I trust her more than any person on this planet on any day of the week, in any city, at any time.”

Scully smiled; she knew their partnership was built on a strong foundation of trust and despite what happened with Jerse, that foundation remained solid.

“Okay, Agent Mulder. You trust her. That’s clear. But let me ask you this; is this normal behavior for her? What she got into with Mr. Jerse?”

Scully saw Mulder pause, she knew he was considering his answer. The previous questions solicited explosive responses from him, but this one was confounding him a bit.

“No.It’s not normal. At least, I don’t think so.”

“What do you mean? You said you know her well?”

“I do know her well,” then he whispered to himself, repeating “I do.” He paused and fidgeted a bit on the stand. “It’s her life Mr. Stancy. It’s not up to me to know or judge what she does outside the scope of our work.”

Scully could see he was getting emotional. When they talked in their office after the Jerse case, it was clear to her that Mulder was struggling with concern for her as a person versus as a partner. The truth was, their lives had become so intrinsically entwined that when one of them did anything that seemed outside the norms of their partnership, it felt like an affront to their entire existence.

While she didn’t regret taking a chance and being spontaneous for once, she did regret that Jerse turned out to be the worst person to be spontaneous with; and most importantly she truly regretted how it seemed to hurt Mulder. Despite his pain, he sat on the stand and defended her and her right to privacy. Watching this man who had become her number one defender and protector, brought tears to her eyes.

“But we are to believe her version of events, even though she was clearly distracted and acting out of character at the time?”

“Yes, you are,” Mulder said calmly and directly.

“Why is that?” Stancy questioned with a ton of irritation.

“Agent Scully’s work at the FBI is beyond reproach,” Mulder paused and then speaking to the jury box this time, “Beyond reproach! She is the most honest, diligent, brilliant agent I’ve ever known. No one should ever question her work; she is as close to perfect as any human I’ve known.”

Scully gasped quietly. Just when she thought he couldn’t defend her more vigorously; her heart flooded with emotion. She’d known for a while that she loved Mulder in some kind of way, it appears the feelings are mutual.

Stancy wandered to the jury box, with intent to break the hold Mulder had on the jurors, “as close to perfect as any human you’ve known, huh, Agent Mulder?” Stancy said, placing his hand on the edge of the jury box as he shook his head and chuckled. “Sounds like you and Agent Scully may be even closer than I thought. Are you two in a relationship…outside of work?”

“OBJECTION, relevancy?” The prosecutor said.

The judge turned to Mr. Stancy.

“Just trying to understand the nature of this relationship sir. We need to understand it so the jury can make their decisions on the credibility of their testimony.”

“I’ll allow it,” the Judge said. “Agent Mulder, please answer the question.”

Stancy repeated the question to remind Mulder, although Scully assumed he hadn’t forgotten…she certainly hadn’t. “Are you two in a relationship…outside of work?”

Scully had gotten pretty good over the years at reading Mulder’s mind, so she was sure he’d say, “No. We are good friends.” Instead, he said:

“No, because partners aren’t allowed to pursue romantic relationships.”

She gasped again. For the second time, his eyes caught hers. He stared at her intensely and she blushed. What did that answer mean , she wondered. Does he mean, the only thing keeping them from pursuing a romantic relationship, in his mind, is this Bureau policy?

She’d been interested in him as more than a platonic partner for a while but didn’t think it was mutual.  After all, he’d shown pretty clear interest in Detective White and Bambi, but never seemed to show any interest in Scully like that. Somewhere in the darkest corners of her heart, she knew part of her reasoning for pursuing Jerse was to see what kind of reaction it elicited out of Mulder. While he had seemed pained by what had transpired, it in no way moved them forward into a relationship.

“I don’t know about you Agent Mulder, but your voracity for defending her, when she was clearly making irrational decisions while in Philadelphia, is suspect. I’d ask the jury to consider what we’ve learned about Agent Scully when weighing her testimony.” Stancy paused for effect and then turned to the judge. “No further questions.”

The Judge indicated that the prosecutor could now question Mulder.

The prosecutor, herself a young woman, had seemed extra annoyed at Stancy’s line of questioning.

"Agent Mulder, as I see it, you have a partner whom you’ve worked with for years. You trust her implicitly and you feel her work is beyond reproach.  You believe the jury should find her testimony credible because you believe her to be completely credible.  Is that a fair recap?”

“Yes, that is correct,” Mulder said, proudly.

“Thank you, Agent Mulder, No further questions.”

“Mr. Mulder, you are dismissed,” the Judge said to him. Then turned to address the courtroom, “Court is adjourned until tomorrow at nine am.”

“Please Rise!” the bailiff said, as the Judge left the courtroom.

Mulder was stopped momentarily by the prosecutor before walking straight to Scully, grabbing her hand, and pulling her towards the door.

“Mulder...” she started to say.

“The prosecutor said we can go home. I want to get out of here, Scully,” he said, determined.

//

They walked in silence to their car. His hand still gripping hers.

When he reached the car, he let her go then abruptly slammed his fist into the roof of the sedan.  “Damn it,” he growled.

Scully stared in surprise and began to reach for the handle to the passenger side to get in. He held his hand up indicating for her to stop. She saw him intentionally calm himself down, before walking around the hood of the car to her and grabbing her into a tight hug.  His arms wrapped around her like he was clinging for his life.

They held the hug for a minute or two; Scully decided to break the silence. “Mulder?” she questioned, as her head was buried against his collarbone.

He pulled back and silently turned away, getting into the car and turning it on.

The Silence continued for a solid hour of their trek back to D.C.  He seemed fueled with energy, but his demeanor towards her was soft and sweet, smiling gently whenever she’d catch his eye. She was replaying his testimony in her head and was sure he was too, as several times the silence was broken by him growling to himself or sighing.

Finally, as their car was passing over the Chesapeake Bay, he broke the silence.

“I’m so sorry Scully. That was so unfair. You should never have your character called into question. That man is a total asshat.”

Scully started to cry. She worked so hard on keeping her emotions from Mulder; to not let him see any sign of weakness, but it just hit her. She reached into her purse for a tissue.

“Oh Scully,” he said, reaching over with one hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Don’t cry. It’s okay. You are okay. We are okay.”

“Mulder, I’m so sorry for everything that has happened as a result of what I did with Jerse. I’m sorry if I hurt you,” she blew her nose. The crying was slowing down now that she was talking.

He grabbed her hand over the console and gave it a squeeze.

“Mulder the way you defended my character…thank you. You always have my back.”

Still holding her hand, he started stroking little circles on the outside of her hand. “Scully, you are worth defending and furthermore everything I said is true. It’s none of my business what you do in your personal time and your character and work as an agent are beyond reproach.”

She sighed and let go of his hand, patting him gently on the thigh twice before returning her hand to her lap. Silence befell the car again for several miles. Now she was replaying this emotional conversation they’d just had. How her Mulder was here for her again.

“Mulder you know I feel the same way, I’d always defend you; your character, your heart.”

“I know you would Scully,” he said smiling, eyes on the road.

She was struck by how much this man who was her perfect opposite was also her perfect protector. Then her mind thought about how he surprised her with his answer about a romantic relationship between them. How could she not want more with this man that was everything to her.

“Mulder, I have to ask you something. You said the reason we aren’t in a relationship together is because Bureau rules forbid it.”

“Yeah,” he said, seeming to grow suddenly cautious. She felt an energy shift in the car.

“Mulder, I'm sorry for asking about this, but I was shocked by that answer. Maybe I’m reading too much into it…but…is that the only reason?” She whispered, “I mean, would a relationship with me be something you would want if the bureau didn’t prevent it?”

He tossed his head back against the headrest, seeming to think; he sighed. She felt like looking at him while he thought about it, but at this moment it was too intense and oddly private. She turned to look out the window.

“Scully…I…” he paused. She turned to look at him. “Any man would want a relationship with you. You are beautiful, smart and loyal, among so many other things.”

“First of all, that’s categorically untrue, all men are not interested in me,” she scoffed, breaking the ice a little. “But Mulder, I’m asking about you. Are you interested? Just tell me. It won’t hurt my feelings.”

She reached for his hand, mirroring his earlier action. He gripped it tightly and sighed.

“Yeah Scully, of course I’m interested in you. I always thought that was obvious. But, even if you are interested in me, we can’t do it. They’ll split us as partners and our partnership…” he turned to look into her eyes briefly. “It means everything to me.”

“Me too,” she said, softly.

“You too what? You are…” he whispered the words, “interested in me or you value our partnership?”

“Both,” she sighed. Moving her hand from his hand and gently stroking his arm, from his foreman to his bicep and back.

The car fell quiet again for a moment, the familiar sights of Georgetown coming into view.

“I could keep it a secret, if we ever wanted to try, you know…more.” She moved her hands back to her lap and fidgeted nervously with her fingernails. There it is , she thought, I’ve laid it on the table as an option .

“Scully,” he paused and smiled at her. “But just look at what I had to do today, what If I’m asked on the record about it. Would we lie?”

“You handled it perfectly, we would just state the bureau policy, deflecting…”

“…And if that didn’t work?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” she sighed and looked at him, tears in her eyes again, “but I know we could figure it out, together.”

He smiled and reached across the console and placed his hand on her thigh, not in an act of passion but in an act of intimacy. It felt like a sign that he was open to trying for something more with her. She placed her hand on top of his and he interlaced their fingers.

They pulled up to her apartment building and Mulder released her hand only to put the car in park.  He reached back down and grabbed her hand again, pulling it to his mouth to kiss each knuckle. 

She sighed happily and before she could catch her breath he was leaning across the console. She leaned towards him, and their lips met, his lips felt warm and soft and she immediately felt a spark and knew kissing was another thing they were meant to do exceptionally well together.

She wanted to make her intentions clear; this was not just a friendly kiss, so she gently pushed her tongue against his lips asking for access to him, which he granted. He moaned quietly as their tongues met before she pulled away.

She placed her hand on his chest, creating a modicum of distance between them. “Thank you for today; for defending me, and for always telling me the truth.” She stood to get out of the car, before leaning back down to briefly catch his eyes. “Maybe you could ask me out sometime?”

He smiled and she giggled, grabbing her bag, and heading into her apartment by herself, but not feeling alone; never alone when Mulder had her back.

#XFSecretSanta2022 #today-in-fic #todayinfic #the x files #mulder and scully #fox mulder #dana scully #ed jerse #first kiss

[kingjaffejoffer]

I watch NBA league pass religiously and have noticed a disturbing trend- a lot of teams regional announcers are fucking racist and it manifests in wildly inaccurate criticisms of good players. Best example being former Player and elite dumbass Wally Sczerbiak calling Tyrese Haliburton a “wannabe allstar” and basically a fraud. Wally should know a good player when he sees one. So when he says something like that about a guy who is widely accepted as one of the best young players it’s telling. The comment also sounded weirdly personal so there’s that too. Another thing I’m noticing is that the same announcers that make weird inaccurate comments about players also ALL favor Jokic as this year’s MVP. Jokic is unbelievable, and for what it’s worth if he keeps on this trajectory, niggas are going to forget about Dirk as the best European player ever. BUT- MVP is a political award and you have to be on a top 4 team to have a chance at winning it because white Nerd writers with MVP votes said so. Denver is in first in the west but any of the 5 Western conf teams behind them could EASILY turn their lights out in the playoffs because after Jokic, Denver relies too heavily on players that are overrated (Murray, Gordon, Hyland, and especially Porter). Denver certainly isn’t better than Boston or Milwaukee… which brings me to my final point- Giannis and Jayson Tatum are the actual front runners for MVP, but white voters/ regional announcers are just waiting for an excuse to remove them both from the race. Watch how this shit plays out…any and all excuses will be made for Jokic despite Denver’s inevitable collapse and soon to be exposed short comings. I fucking hate how the NBA allows for history to be altered via unrefined, outdated MVP voting. It’s got niggas acting like Steve Nash was a better player than Kobe, Shaq, Olajuwon, Malone, etc.

unrelated and random- Jordan Poole in his final form is gonna be so fucking crazy! He has Dame’s tool bag (range, confidence, ability to finish at the rim)+ more height that keeps Dame from advancing to the next tier of super star. He also has a Kyrie-esque counter package that very, very, very few other players posses. When Klay finally goes to another team or becomes 6th man permanently shit is gonna get really fun.

Messages like these are right up my alley! I watch the NBA every day. I don't have league pass officially but I've been pirating since I was a literal child so it's nothing.

I agree with you about just about everything. I hate how the MVP race has turned into this year-long media event / content machine. There's no fucking reason an "MVP Ladder" should even be the subject of conversation in December. Journalists and media personalities craft narratives for whoever they want to win and spend the year rallying a base. I hate it.

Most local team Homer broadcasts are unlistenable, have you ever heard the Celtics? 🤮🤮🤮

As exciting as Poole is offensively, until he can significantly improve on defense and decisionmaking he will be second fiddle to Klay in crunch time when it matters. Kerr values experience and trust more than anything when it matters. You can see that by the short 8-man playoff rotations.

But yeah Pooles creativity with the ball is amazing. This really is his time to shine right now with Steph out. I'm rooting for him.

Also... Only 4 teams are actually competing for a title this year: Golden State, Boston, Milwaukee, and with luck the 4th slot can be Brooklyn or Philly.

The rest of these teams are completely unserious to me. Especially Phoenix and Memphis.

[jimothystu]

hii!

how are you?

I saw you posts about the blue jays, and as someone trying to get into baseball, can you like maybe give me a rundown of how the league works and maybe an overview of the blue jays since thats the team Im probably gonna be rooting for? I'm trying to get into it but im completely new to the sport and im honestly a little overwhelmed.

p.s I love your blog!

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hiii! i'm decent!! i hope you are too :)

omg okay, i only got into baseball a couple of seasons ago, so i don't know like every tiny detail, but here's a little overview! i'm a little honoured you asked me kjnskdjnsda

i'm assuming you know more or less how a game of baseball is played, but if not lmk!

so. mlb first.

the teams are divided between east, central, and west. within each of those there is also the american league and the national league.

AL east: Baltimore Orioles, Boston Red Sox, New York Yankees, Tampa Bay Rays, Toronto Blue Jays

AL central: Chicago White Sox, Cleveland Guardians (formerly the Indians but pretty much only old people still call them that), Detroit Tigers, Kansas City Royals, Minnesota Twins

AL west: Houston Astros, LA Angels, Oakland Athletics, Seattle Mariners, Texas Rangers

NL east: Atlanta Braves, Miami Marlins, New York Mets, Philadelphia Phillies, Washington Nationals

NL central: Chicago Cubs, Cincinnati Reds, Milwaukee Brewers, Pittsburgh Pirates, St. Louis Cardinals

NL west: Arizona Diamondbacks, Colorado Rockies, LA Dodgers, San Diego Padres, San Francisco Giants

In the NL, pitchers used to have to bat as well as hit, whereas in the AL there was a designated hitter (DH) who was not in the field, but rather stayed on the bench until it was their turn in the lineup to bat (instead of the pitcher). This rule changed last season I believe, and pitchers are no longer required to bat in the NL, but they can still do so if they want (see Shohei Ohtani, an incredible pitcher and batter). Pretty sure that's the only major difference. The AL and NL distinction is used during the All Star Games where the best (objectively) players from across the league play a game: AL versus NL.

It used to be that teams played their division rivals more than other teams, but the MLB has a new schedule this year that is trying to make it so each team plays division rivals less and interleague teams more (e.g., instead of playing other AL east teams a million times, the Blue Jays will play more NL teams). This is to try and make things a bit more even in terms of who plays whom, and also will allow fans to hopefully see their favourite teams more regularly.

For baseball, unlike in, say hockey where there's just single games against teams at a time, MLB baseball has series, in which two teams play anywhere from 2-4 games back to back. There are winners and losers of each game, of course, but there's also the winner and loser of the series. Series that have 2 or 4 games can have a tie, though.

Like other professional sports, there is a final playoff stint for MLB. It happens in the fall. This site has a good rundown of the playoff format!

And here's a list of over 150 basbeall terms/phrases!

Onto the Blue Jays:

So, the jays are Canada's only MLB team and as a result they pretty much have an entire country backing them. They are very vocal and proud of this fact, and take pride in representing a whole country. So that's always nice!

There are some favourites on the team, especially on tumblr lol. These include:

Vladimir Guerrero Jr.

1st baseman

Number 27

23 years old (24 on march 16)

One of the most talked about players

Great offense and defense

Born in Montreal but grew up in the Dominican

English isn't fluent, so he does interviews and stuff in Spanish via an interpreter

Father was an player (Vlad Sr)

Bo Bichette

Shortstop

Number 11

Turning 25 tomorrow!! (March 3)

Headbands

Florida man

Huge Justin Bieber fan

Father was in the MLB (Dante Bichette)

George Springer

Out fielder

33 years old

Number 4

Dad of the group but knows how to have fun

Is an actual dad

American

Was on the Astros during a cheating scandal and as such some fans of other teams bring that up a lot

Alek Manoah

Starting pitcher

Number 6

25 years old

American

Had an incredible debut against the Yankees in 2021

Tol

Intense on the mound but chaotic middle child energy off the mound

Matt Chapman

Best 3rd baseman in the league (in my humble opinion)

Number 26

29 years old

American

Egg (i.e. half the time he shaves his head)

SUCH a babygirl

Just so soft

Santiago Espinal

2nd baseman, but can also play shortstop if need be

Number 5

28 years old

American

Short king (5'10)

Besties with Bo

Pretty loose and fun in the dugout

Cavan Biggio

Utility player. I.e., can play multiple positions (third base, second base, and right field)

Number 8

27 years old

American

Besties boyfriends with Bo

Father was also in the MLB (Craig Biggio)

Danny Jansen

Catcher

Number 9

27 years old

American

Just had a baby!! (well his wife did)

Nickname is Jano

Sometimes also in the egg carton

Alejendro Kirk

Catcher

Number 30

24 years old

Mexican

Interviews in Spanish via interpreter

Shortest King (5'8")

People always say he's "not built like a catcher/athlete" (he's short and stocky and people are judgey)

Wife just had a baby!

Called Captain Kirk (after Star Trek)

Jose Berrios

Starting pitcher

Number 17

28 years old

From Puerto Rico

Constantly chewing on mouth guard

Adam Cimber

Relief pitcher (pitches in an inning or two after the starter has been taken out)

Number 90

32 years old

American

Super cool side-arm throw and a pretty glove

Cool tattoos

Mullet man

Jordan Romano

Closing pitcher, meaning he almost exclusively pitches in the last inning of play

Number 68

Local boy!! From Markham, Ontario. One of the few Canadian players on the team

Either has full caveman beard or babyface

Kinda lowkey always looks high

Tol and built like a twig

Kevin Gausman

Starting pitcher

Number 34

32 years old

American

Rocks a lot before he pitches (at risk of balking)

Whit Merrifield

Second baseman or outfielder

Number 15

34 years old

American

Came to the Jays last year and was a little controversial bc of uhhh vaccine stuff but it's chill now (i think)

Kinda just a Dude

Kevin Kiermaier

Outfielder

Number 39

32 years old

Huge uproar when he was signed this off season because of a stolen data card that Kirk dropped (read about it here if you want)

But is doing well in spring training so far so he's slowly being forgiven by the fans

This is not every player at all. If there are any that I didn't put and you wanna ask about, go ahead! I just did not want this post to be fucking massive, and I feel bad for taking so long as it is.

But yeah, I hope this helped somewhat! Again, I am still kinda new to baseball myself and do not know everything, but I'm always happy to help teach others about the Jays :D

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Private Lessons (1981) | Hercules (1997)

Eight months ago today, I wrote this review on the 1981 film Private Lessons. One thing I didn’t mention in it was that I was drawn to the film (even though I did not truly like it or think it was a good movie) because several scenes with Philly and/or Nicole reminded me so much of similar scenes with the titular Disney character Hercules and Meg. The overall key similarity between the two films is that the lead women are forced by a crooked, sleazy male character to seduce the lead men for both parties’ own personal benefits, only to end up developing genuine romantic feelings for them instead, much to the chagrin of their bosses. Here are all the moments in Private Lessons that I see as being similar to ones in Hercules:

Nicole first tries to seduce Philly when she sits across from him at an outdoor table and continuously crosses/uncrosses her legs, during which Philly tries to look up her dress. When she voices her noticing what he is doing, she uncrosses her legs one more time and gently grazes his arm with her foot as she does so. This particular moment struck a cord with me by making me think of the scene when Hercules and Meg are in the garden, and she tries to seduce him to get him to admit what his weakness is. She starts by extending her leg directly in front of his face and using her foot to turn his head towards her, then she proceeds to move closer to him while he simultaneously tries to move away each time she advances on him. In both scenarios, the men are shocked and confused by these alluring older women openly flirting with them.

Both couples go on a romantic date (which includes eating at a restaurant), during which their love blossoms. 

During said dates, both men give the women a flower (Hercules pulls a flower from a tree to give Meg, while Philly gives Nicole a corsage). Both women are shown to be very touched by this sweet gesture.

(Not pictured) A lovestruck Philly faces insults about Nicole from his best friend Sherman, who accuses Nicole of being a whore after hearing about the advances she has made on Philly. Philly gets so angry about the accusations in Nicole’s defense that he pushes Sherman into the latter’s pool. In Hercules, the lovestruck hero faces ranting insults about Meg from Phil, who accuses Meg of being a fraud after he had seen her with Hades. Hercules gets so angry about the accusations in Meg’s defense that he pushes Phil (though more violently than Philly pushes Sherman) away, causing him to slam into a pile of weights and chains.

In an early scene, Nicole is alone with Lester, the crooked chauffeur with whom she is working. It’s revealed later that she is working with him because he discovered that she is an illegal alien and has threatened to report this to immigration officials unless she helps him with a bigger blackmail scheme to get money from the safe of Philly’s father by seducing Philly, sleeping with him, and pretending to die. Nicole objects at first, since she feels bad about taking advantage of an innocent teenager, but she is forced to comply when Lester reminds her that he’ll snitch on her if she doesn’t do what he says. Some time later after she finally sleeps with Philly and fakes her death, Nicole returns to the Fillmore house (having been forced by Lester to stay at a motel so Philly will continue think she is dead) and tells Lester that she doesn’t want to continue with the plan anymore, as Philly doesn’t deserve to be scared and humiliated like this. What she doesn’t say is that she has genuinely fallen in love with Philly and therefore doesn’t want to do this to him any longer. Of course, this all makes me think perfectly with how Meg is working for Hades because she has sold her soul to him years ago to save her old boyfriend. When Hades tries to talk Meg into seducing Hercules to find the latter’s weakness so that Hercules won’t be able to stop Hades in his long-planned scheme to take over the world, Meg refuses at first, having a deep distrust in men after her ex-boyfriend heartlessly left her after she had him saved. But she gives in when Hades offers her her freedom if accepts and succeeds. However, by the following night, Meg has fallen in love with Hercules and subsequently refuses to help Hades any longer, despite still being owned by him.

Continuing from the Private Lessons scene in the last point, when Nicole explains why she has second thoughts, Lester realizes it’s because she is in love with Philly, though she refuses to admit it and tells him to shut up in annoyance. This reminds me all too well of Meg’s infamously singing about refusing to admit she is in love with Hercules while the Muses try and get her to confess her feelings.

(Not pictured) Because she loves Philly, Nicole redeems herself by revealing to him that she is alive, and she promises to help Philly get his father’s money back from Lester, which they ultimately succeed in doing. Likewise, because she loves Hercules, Meg redeems herself by finding Phil to help Hercules regain his confidence, then she makes the ultimate sacrifice when she saves Hercules’s life by pushing him out of the way of a falling pillar and taking the crushing blow of it herself.

This gif set is a gift for my good friend @karma26 because we have talked about Private Lessons many times, and she has listened to everything I have said about why I tolerate it and why I think it’s a fairly decent film for a sex comedy, despite the controversial subject matter. Now this may not be a post all about Disney, but I hope you still enjoy this, pal! 😁😊❤️

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