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the-football-chick · 2 years
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Aaron Judge launches his 62nd homer setting the record for the American League most home runs in a single season. On a 1-1 pitch count off Texas Rangers pitcher Jesus Tinoco, Judge launched a 391-foot drive to left-field that was caught by a fan in a first row seat.
IG: mlb & cbssports (10/4/22)
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ifelllikeastar · 2 years
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On this day~ October 3, 2022
Yankees outfielder Aaron Judge hit his 62nd home run in a single season, breaking an American League record held by Roger Maris.
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razorroy · 2 years
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Aaron Judge has 49 home runs as of the start of play on August 28th, 2022.
The Yankees have 35 games left, counting today's game.
13 more home runs in those 35 games remaining and Judge will pass Roger Maris's 61 home runs in a season record.
Forget about Sosa, McGwire & Bonds records. Those are tainted.
Judge represents a chance at a true record breaking feat.
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aaron judge 🤝 gerrit cole
matching and then setting team records in the same game this year
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year
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#poorly drawn mdzs#MDZS#wei wuxian#lan wangji#This scene had massive 'we are the only two people still up at the sleepover' energy#thought let me set the record straight; wwx doesn't open up in the scene. He fully deflects#Nor does LWJ play with ants B*(#I wanted to merge the two scenes a bit that's all#My OG script was a bit funnier but it broke continuity so rip (i.e: wwx outright stated 'remember when YOU...' in reference to the ants)#also rip to lwj saying 'hey U up?' like he's texting his crush. I hope the spirit is still there#We all know lwj sticks to his 9pm bedtime no matter what#and wouldn't be traditionally texting on a cellphone#He wakes up at 4:30 am to go for a run#gets home at 5:30 to use the lan household computer to go on his shared google doc with wwx and comments 'are you still awake?'#cause lets me real. wwx might also keep a steady sleep schedule but at least he *can* pull an all-nighter#Can you imagine lwj at a sleepover? I admit to being the kid who went to bed and woke up 3-4 hours before the others#you either get fed up and wake someone else up for enrichment - or plan ahead to bring a book - or Walk Home#I fully missed out on all that deep heart to heart stuff. I usually was the one to go 'guysssss we are gonna get in troubleeee go to sleep'#wait this is too much sleepover talk I need to talk about wwx in the last panel. It's a mix of panic and pride.#He's just at the beginning of realizing this guy has changed a lot in 13 years#gonna be a while before more comic pages get posted but they're ready to go in the queue!#(I'm still posting other stuff daily though!)
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kindheart525 · 4 months
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Cheese Sandwich being commonly headcanoned as having an unhappy, abusive childhood is so ironic because the real Weird Al had very loving and supportive parents
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dinosaurwithablog · 23 days
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Happy anniversary to Hank Aaron!! On this day, in Atlanta, in 1974, hall of famer, Hank Aaron, hit his record breaking 715th home run off of Dodgers pitcher, Al Downing. He broke Babe Ruth's record with that home run and went on to hit a total of 751 home runs in his career. Way to go, Hank!!!! He's a legend for a reason. He played with heart. He holds many records and has inspired many people to play baseball and give it everything they can. I love you, Hammering Hank!!! I miss watching you play. You were the personification of what baseball means to me and what baseball should be. Thank you for all of it!!! 😍💜💜💜⚾️
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softquietsteadylove · 6 months
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Gil surprised her with a matching look? She has a white nice dress and he shows up in a white suit? Would be a cool partner look =)
"Madame?"
Thena offered a tight smile as she picked up a glass of champagne off of a passing tray. "Merci."
She hadn't really wanted to come all the way here for this function, but it was insisted upon not only by her French diamond contact, but the entirety of his diamond house family. It was to seal their business, as well as act as a gesture of good will for future deals.
Karun told her she had to go, and Kingo doubled down, even telling her that she should 'lead him on a little more' for the sake of business. She attempted to ignore that.
She was an engaged woman.
She had told Gil she had to attend a meeting in France. But she knew that he was no fan of the monsieur with whom she had conducted business. In all fairness, she supposed she wouldn't be thrilled if he had to conduct business with the Little Heiress again. But she was here for tonight and then she could return home.
"Madame Glasse?"
She smiled as her business associate sat down adjacent to her. At least if she was seated or holding something, he didn't feel the need to kiss her hand. "It's a lovely soiree."
"You seem very," the gentleman looked around the sparkling ballroom, "isolated."
Thena inhaled, looking down at her don perignon. "Forgive me, monsieur, I have never been the life of the party."
"Ah," he offered a smile, adjusting the gold button of his beautiful blue suit. "You accepted my offer, but I think perhaps your heart is not here with us."
Her heart was in a penthouse apartment with a certain Tyrant King, who had probably fallen asleep on the couch in front of the Food Network. She should have just asked him to come with her, risk that he would start a fight be damned.
"Madame, would you grant me the privilege of speaking my mind with you?"
She gave him the faintest expression of surprise before nodding. Perhaps he wasn't as much of a dumb blonde - the irony of which did not escape her - as she had suspected.
"I admit I am quite taken with you," he expressed openly, leaning on the arm of his chair that was closer to her. He did have that sad, puppy-love expression on, too. "Positively enchante, truly."
Thena merely waited for him to go on.
"But as much as you did not tell me," his eyes drifted down, and to her hands, safely folded over her crossed legs. "You do not withhold your heart from me out of modesty, non?"
Thena adjusted her lace around her arms and in the crooks of her elbows. She didn't bother taking her ring off for the night. "Would that affect our business if I told you that you're right?"
He chuckled, although she could already see his disappointment. "But of course not. I am a gentleman, Madame Glasse, and I will honour our business just as you have. And I do have some brain under these looks."
Thena resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She knew it was in good humour, but few men were allowed to get away with cocky humour like that with her. One man in particular.
"I realise I am pursuing a woman who has already made her match," he sighed, leaning back again. His eyes flicked down, "it's a beautiful ring, cheri. They are small, but I can tell the quality of them is impeccable."
Thena smiled. The little diamonds in her ring, creating joints where the bands could meet in their weave, were indeed perfect in every way. "But of course; I am the diamond queen, after all."
"Indeed," her associate agreed, also plucking a glass of champagne for himself. He gave her a smile, "I am grateful that you came. But if you wish to leave, I will not hold it against you."
Oh, how she ached to be at home, in the arms of her Tyrant. But even with a private plane, the journey home was no quick hop across the pond.
"She should stay for a dance, at least."
"Gil!"
"Hey Princess," he greeted gently, despite her insistence that he not call her that in public. He bent over the arm of the chair, capturing her hand smoothly and pulling it up to his lips. "Miss me?"
He was like a knight in shining armour, and while she had never seen him in a white suit before, she didn't dislike it on him. She raised a brow, "new?"
"Like it?" he grinned as he pulled her to her feet, leading her closer to the dance floor. "I had my tailor whip it up just to surprise you."
Thena shook her head at him, her feet moving automatically as he led her until they could sway together, his hands holding hers and at her back. "When did you get here?"
"Not long ago, actually," he made a more sheepish face. "I got on a place a few hours after yours, after I picked up this number."
She smiled, running her hand over the lapel. "Did you want to match me so badly?"
"Well," he smiled as well, his eyes soft and reflecting the chandelier above them. "Can't let my wife show up to a fancy ball unaccompanied, can I?"
She refused to let him know how much she liked it when he called her his wife. "I did, though, didn't I?"
"Okay, so I was a little late," he huffed, rolling his eyes in good nature. He spun her around before pulling her closer, "I wasn't invited."
Thena stole a glance to the edge of the room, where her associate was excusing himself from the room entirely. "Last I checked, he was not in your good graces."
Gil shrugged, and her hand moved with the bounce of his massive shoulder as he did. "Just don't laugh at his jokes, Ice. Then we've got no problem."
She did not believe that. But perhaps she was too intoxicated by the warmth of him and the champagne she'd had. He pulled her nearly flush with him and she resisted the urge to lay her head on his chest.
"Sorry I'm late, baby," he whispered, sneaking a kiss to her temple while they were able to go unobserved. Or at least, unremarked upon, as far as this branch of society was concerned. They weren't exactly law abiding citizens, but this territory of Thena's was more about business than about brutality.
"You're forgiven," she sighed as she let him numb her overstimulated senses, "this time."
"This time?" he chuckled, and his chest bounced against hers from it.
"Just this time," she purred, running her hands over the front of his fine, white suit. "And this?"
Gil didn't even glance down as she tapped at the royal blue pocket square that screamed against the colour of the rest of his outfit. "Maybe a little bit of a challenge to French-y."
"So territorial," she murmured. She had to be careful not to sound like she enjoyed his territorial side; it would only encourage him.
Gilgamesh pulled her hand up his chest until he could kiss her fingertips, tapping against her ring as he did. "I think I have a right to be territorial about my own wife."
"We are not married."
"Yet," he nearly cut her off to insert. He smiled at her, still swaying them loosely to the beat of the band, "not yet. Anytime, any place, Ice."
"Hm," she sighed, the exhaustion of the business and the travel and the whole of the last few weeks weighing on her. She leaned against him heavier and he allowed it, holding her as much as she liked. "Not tonight."
"Fine," he chuckled, kissing her cheek this time. He stayed close, his nose dangerously near 'nuzzling' territory. "Wanna go home?"
"You just got here," she nearly groaned at the thought.
"Okay, so we get a room, spend a little time here before we go back?" he suggested. "We can take a long weekend in Paris, what do you think?"
She did not care what they did, so long as she didn't have to let go of him.
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ihatebnha · 2 years
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I like to think that Bakugo gets sympathy pains it's my favorite comfort headcanon lmao
god.... shut up.... shut up right now... you don't even know what this does to me and if ur not careful... ur gonna unleash the caitie-needs-to-put-her-head-in-a-pillowcase-forever demon. literally. LITERALLY.
I've definitely spoken about it before, not necessarily sympathy pains, but about how Bakugo like... viscerally reacts to your pain. I can't seem to find the posts for the LIFE of me (which is upsetting), but it's one of my fave headcanons too, how in pain he is when you're in pain.
In some cases, it can be really annoying for a man to try and overshadow your sickness with their own... but for Bakugo, he's truly just so upset that he can't make you better INSTANTLY that he physically starts to ache. Gets so nervous and antsy that he either has to work or exercise off all his steam or just... lay in bed with you to see for himself that you're okay.
So yes, my god, YES!!! Can't get sick without him nearly falling apart. Probably knows it's all in his head but still can't seem to shake the symptoms he gets when he's not by your side to watch and take care of you.
It truly gets to the point where he gives up and is just like, "I have period cramps so I'll be working from home all week except for patrols. Bye." askdlfkaksdljf
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doctorwhoisadhd · 1 month
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its been a while since i talked about andrew mccutchen's furry blessing on here. Please know that it is the funniest thing on the planet and i will never stop being a pirates fan because of it
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But Shlee was tired of silence. Tired of restraint, tired of quiet entropy. He longed for warmth. He wished he was less scared. That he would dare to reach past the gun once again.
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✨READ HALFWAY HOME'S CHAPTER 23 HERE!✨
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The night Shlee hatches in the trunk of a skycar, an asari watches and cries. She promises he will survive, at all and every cost. Shlee believes her. He stomachs the resentment of his alien sisters forced into hiding with him, and dreams about the stars. But the Milky Way is vast, swirling; painfully interwoven. And when Shlee begins to wonder who he is, who he should be, and what secrets keep this fragile galaxy from splitting apart, perhaps it’s already too late.
This is the last chapter.
Thanks to everyone for following me along in this journey. 💜
( a long meandering post will probably be posted in the coming days to take the time to dissect the fact that I finally published Halfway Home from start to finish, because I will need some time to digest that fact and my feelings around that fact )
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Link to my Ao3
Link to Story Presentation Post
Link to the Trigger Warning List
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mrsdulac · 9 months
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I’m sick of the drama about feminine Louis. They’re not trying to protect Louis at all, they’re just mad that for once a black man is being portrayed as soft and now they want to gatekeep the fics. But notice how when the reverse happens these blogs have NOTHING to say. Transparent ass bitches. I’m gonna write some loustat mpreg with bottom louis especially for these haters. Black fandom can’t have anything for themselves bc of people like this.
I’m not disagreeing anon. If anything, I support you.
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essektheylyss · 1 year
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You know it's BAD when you have to turn to your DM and go, "So this rumor does not sound like this smaller thing I heard blown out of proportions, right—this sounds like, Calamity-Hall of Prophecies bullshit?" and he says, "Yep. :3"
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republictrooper · 2 years
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Anyway, when Alexa says Hi Ho to everyone at the climaxes of What Money Can’t Buy and Home Run I absolutely break down sobbing and I am not ashamed.
SHE HAS A HOME NOW! SHE KNOWS THEM! MY HEART CANT TAKE IT
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scottstreet1 · 1 year
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dinosaurwithablog · 23 days
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Happy anniversary to Hank Aaron!! On this day, in Atlanta, in 1974, hall of famer, Hank Aaron, hit his record breaking 715th home run off of Dodgers pitcher, Al Downing. He broke Babe Ruth's record with that home run and went on to hit a total of 751 home runs in his career. Way to go, Hank!!!! He's a legend for a reason. He played with heart. He holds many records and has inspired many people to play baseball and give it everything they can. I love you, Hammering Hank!!! I miss watching you play. You were the personification of what baseball means to me and what baseball should be. Thank you for all of it!!! 😍💜💜💜⚾️
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