#anyway. crack edition: the football players are still football players.
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i have this silly little undeveloped au in my brain that's just like. tedependent but it's the sarah jane adventures. sort of. not literally in the doctor who universe necessarily but like. local intrepid reporter trent crimm investigating weird shit except the local neighborhood kids will not leave him alone.
i have so many thoughts about this but none of them are coherent enough for a proper fic i think:
i just think trent being good with kids, generally. go mentor figure trent! (what this has nothing to do with my thesis what do you mean)
trent, like sarah jane pre-series, having a sort of reputation in the neighborhood (or in general, since i'm also incorporating his actual canon vibes/story) as to being standoffish, aloof, cold, etc., and generally anti-social, keeping to himself. and as the kids keep dragging him into things kicking and screaming he might also be dragged kicking and screaming into a community <3
if his daughter is essentially luke does that mean he adopted her under Strange Alien-Related Circumstances? absolutely it does, yes.
see i've got two great ideas for ted/tedependent. on one hand, although in the context of SJA/nuwho i'm not so much one for sarah jane and the doctor as a Thing, ted playing the role of like. someone from trent's Mysterious Past who he won't talk about who set him on this path? someone who was kind and wonderful and changed his life but then--at least it feels like to him--abandoned him? someone who made him a better person--from doing whatever journalism he used to do to this--someone who he's still kinda in love with... but trent can no longer even really talk to......until he shows up again? that's some good shit, not gonna lie. although i'm jimmying that into a happy ending somehow, goddamn it.
ALTERNATIVELY. henry being one of the Neighborhood Kids (as if we're using "canon" kids, we've got limited options) and ted being an oblivious parent. trent is trying to get these kids to STOP POKING INTO DANGEROUS ALIEN NONSENSE PLEASE THIS IS HIS JOB PLEASE STOP BREAKING INTO HIS HOUSE but they're stubborn and smart and they may or may not have saved his life once or twice and oh GOD THIS IS SO IRRESPONSIBLE but he can't just TELL THESE RANDOM NEIGHBORS about ALIENS. but like anyway this just painful secret identity-esque nonsense where ted knows henry's taken a shine to that nice journalist down the street and his daughter but does NOT know that henry is getting into Shenanigans(TM). this could lead into all sorts of drama about, you know, his kid being in danger... or, alternatively, ted has worked with some unit/torchwood-esque place before and is like OHH you know what? this explains that time i thought i heard you speaking an alien language. cool, cool. and trents like. .....WHAT
etc. i'm not wording this well but i think you get the idea.
if you really really wanted to make it complicated you could do both, considering the doctor's whole thing--either a fob watch or a regeneration--but honestly, i don't want to do that, so i won't
some of the adults do definitely get involved though. keeley either clocks that shit right away or thinks she's clocked it but she's actually clocked something entirely different. she's like i know you're mi6 babe ;) and he. is not. meanwhile roy having ten freakouts in a row and then being like nvm i'm fine with this. (is not fine with this, but will be eventually). jamies like yeah aliens. everyone knows about those. and they're like what?? no they dont?? and so on.
is beard an alien? genuinely no one's sure. he's not telling.
HOLD ON can i give trent k-9???? can trent crimm get a robot dog?????? yes please i think he deserves a robot dog
also see the trickster episodes? bet you could do something real fucked up with those.
i feel like i had more when i started this post but i don't remember
this not well thought out at all and i have no idea where everyone would fit in
anyway my point is. trent crimm, intrepid journalist, running around trying to stop alien shenanigans while Those Meddling Kids keep following him around. trent crimm doin a little Breaking And Entering. scooby doo shit. and he has such an interesting mix of seeming suave and badass and then immediately doing something embarrassing. trent crimm--via shenanigans and also Those Meddling Kids dragging him into their lives (aka he tries to keep his distance SO badly and only is involved when dangerous shit is going down but like then it's all. child knocking on his door like IT'S AN EMERGENCY OPEN UP and hes like WHAT WHAT IS IT and theyre like can you help me with my homework :( and hes like. fuck. yeah fine what do you want help with. (some subjects he's very helpful on others he's VERY not) until they're like okay but you're coming to this bbq right. and he's like? no? and they're like you're coming to this bbq right. and so on) ANYWAY the point is they keep dragging him into their lives and now oops! trent actually knows his neighbors and has to go through the mortifying ordeal of being known. but that also means that when he gets badly hurt or sick he's used to the empty hospital room but now he actually gets people showing up and forcing baked goods on him and shit and i'm just feeling a lot of things about this extremely hypothetical au based on my already existing feelings about trent gaining a community in s3/post-canon,
wait does this mean trent gets sonic lipstick? HELL YEAH IT DOES
#well actually i have a LOT of silly little underdeveloped aus in my brain but#anyway. crack edition: the football players are still football players.#trent crimm wondering why he's trying to stop an alien spaceship from blowing up the block#with the help of a team of famous football players. roy kent just punched a raxicoricofallapatorian.#trent on the couch with a black eye bc they had a run in with a sontaron or some shit: [holding up peas to his face] okay.#so jamie tartt is here for some reason. and also the neighbor i have a crush on. and also his son. and also colin. this is fine#that's all a joke obviously but the imagery has me cackling#anyway this also made me think of trent as river song which doesnt work at first glance but then when i think about some PARTICULAR things#makes me cry. like. just. meeting him in reverse.#it's s3 trent--dorky and open and softer but sadder--that he meets first#and by the time he reaches the end he sees how far he's come out of his shell and how unhappy he was#but then they have their moment...#sorry that's also barely coherent and definitely wouldn't make a cohesive au without a lot more work im just spinning thoughts in my brain#trent crimm#tedependent#tedtrent#ted x trent#sja au#tvtcau#the first one before i even had that lol
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[ LORENZO ZURZOLO, CISMAN, HE/HIM ] shh ! DYLAN HAWTHORNE, the TWENTY year old SECOND year ANTHROPOLOGY major from HARTFORD, CT is known as a TOURMALINE around here. HE was invited to join because HE PUBLISHED A COLLECTION OF SHORT STORIES ANONYMOUSLY THAT GARNERED A BIT OF FOLLOWING AND RECENTLY STEPPED FORWARD AS THE AUTHOR, and now, they’re here to stay. HE reminds me of THE NERVOUSNESS OF A FIRST KISS, LEAVING SECRET MESSAGES IN LIBRARY BOOKS, DRIVING AIMLESSLY WITH THE WINDOWS ROLLED DOWN ON A WARM SUMMER NIGHT WHILE THE RADIO HUMS A PLAYLIST CURATED FOR YOU BY YOUR BEST FRIEND.
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omfg hello. i can’t tell you how excited and happy i am to be here. i was too nervous to apply for the last three months but i decided to stop being a Coward and just try. im SO happy to be here, it’s the highlight of my week tbh lmao. anyway i am mar, she/her, 24, est. i live in nyc and all i do is visit the planetarium and cry. i’m so fucking bad at these so im just gonna LIST things and hope you get the vibe. i am a pisces sun, scorpio moon. i prob have a napoleon complex a little bit lmao. my favorite social media site is goodreads and i get rlly sad when my friends rate books i love poorly dfljskdfs. i can touch my tongue to my nose. i eat a lot of persimmons. i have a favorite rock at my local park that i visit a lot. idk dfskjls. i’m v friendly tho so pls hmu. i send a lot of memes, and love making meme edits for the chars so im rlly sorry in advance if you guys hate that.
01. basics.
NAME. dylan h. hawthorne.
ALIASES. dyl, hawth.
AGE. twenty.
HOMETOWN. hartford, ct.
GENDER. cismale.
PRONOUNS. he/him.
02. appearance.
EYES. green.
HAIR. brown.
HEIGHT. 6”0
BUILD. lean.
BIRTHMARKS / BURNS / SCARS. a birthmark the shape of australia on his left thigh.
TATTOOS. n/a.
PIERCINGS. n/a.
03. habits.
ALCOHOL ? socially.
SMOKING ? socially.
HABITS. fidgets in chairs. cracks knuckles and back often. nervous laughter. chewing on pencils. talking to his plants. dogearing books. staring off into space and applying chapstick for a prolonged period of time. getting overly competitive about boardgames. stress cleaning. carries a book in his bag always. night owl. incredibly impatient when the internet is slow. creature of habit when it comes to menus, orders the same shit over and over again.
LIKES. feeding the ducks at the local pond. the smell of the earth after a rainstorm. the way music sounds coming from another room. kissing. watering his plants. inside jokes. making wishes in fountains. discussing a recently finished book with someone. making handmade cards for friends on their birthday. fireworks. coming of age films. packages wrapped in twine. jogs. the way friday nights feels when you’re with someone you love. the feeling you get leaving the movie theatre.
DISLIKES. being late. having too many coins on him. coffee with no sugar. when people speak loudly in the library. doing laundry. handshakes with too much squeeze. receiving voicemails. untidiness. golf. charles dickens. lectures with no student input. hot weather. confrontation. being caught in a lie. losing his umbrella. people who cheat during games. rainboots. bad table manners. humidity.
04. personality.
MYERS-BRIGGS. infp.
ENNEAGRAM. the helper.
ZODIAC. pisces.
TEMPERAMENT. melancholic.
ALIGNMENT. neutral good.
ARCHETYPE. the lover.
POSITIVE. empathetic. sensitive. intelligent. charismatic. easygoing. gentle. loyal. passionate. romantic. humble. supportive. gregarious. playful. diligent.
NEGATIVE. deceitful. gullible. finicky. naive. obsessive. perfectionistic. secretive. timid. possessive. weak-willed. indecisive. cynical. indulgent.
summary: basically, dylan is a love starved, people pleasing nervous wreck. big ass nerd who wants to be everyones friend, wants to be liked SO BAD. very charming and charismatic, comes off as fairly confident and comfortable at first. is able to make everyone feel loved and like they’re the most important person in the world, however lacks a backbone. is both romeo and juliet, and just as dumb as both of them too.
05. hc’s.
dylan was a football player in high school, believe it or not. he was rather good at it too, which is sort of jarring considering his pacifistic nature. however, he DID land on someone incorrectly at some point during his senior year, and broke their wrist. he quickly abandoned the sport altogether because of how guilty he felt.
touched on this briefly but dylan really… loves indiana jones lmao. like, it’s quite ironic given his absolutely inability to be a badass, and lack of suaveness. however, he admires indy’s lust for adventure. he also was obsessed with the mummy as a kid. both of these were incredible sources in his very irrational decision to sudden anthropology. however, he does really love and admire anthropology. his favorite ethnography is the spirit catches you and you fall down, which makes him cry like a little bitch every time he even thinks about it.
he’s the second oldest, but he is also baby. he is SUCH a big momma’s boy. he misses his mom so much. he writes to her often, and of course calls her even more. despite being six-foot tall, he still goes home and rests his head on his mother's lap, falls asleep as she runs her fingers through his hair. he often tries to find native english plants and flowers to press, and mail back to his mother in the form of bookmarks. has nEVER STEPPED ON A CRACK IN HIS LIFE, BABY.
just leaves a shit ton of notes in books in the library. some are riddles, some are poetry, some are commentary on the book, some are doodles. just depends on how he’s feeling for that book. he doesn’t tell anyone he does it, but he’s waiting for someone to connect the dots with his handwriting and writing style.
speaking of plants, his room is basically a big greenhouse. he has so many plants, and takes serious care of them all. he has a little humidifier in his space for them, marks down when he waters what plants, and has a label maker to label them all with a name. they are all named after shakespeare characters.
dyl is a doodler, so much so that he contributes to the school paper as a cartoonist. his cartoons are usually just random thoughts he has, but sometimes they get political and he works marxism into them. (this man loves marx.)
[ suicide implied tw, death mention tw ] he dresses like a victorian boy in love with his roommate who has recently died of scarlet fever and in his mourning, plans to disappear in the bog by the school by mysterious circumstances and become a ghost that haunts the college with his lover. like lots of gray and slacks and ties ands ties and sweaters, lol. also he has glasses that he never wears because he can never find them! catch him squinting in your classroom because he can’t see SHIT. too shy to ask you for your notes though, doesn’t wanna inconvenience you! but when he’s Out on the Town®, he fucking wears like, tacky patterned shirts that are expensive but ugly. someone please help him.
all about fun socks! he loves owning socks that have dumb little images on them. if you get him a pair of fun socks, he’d absolutely go nuts. his entire week: made.
he leaves his roommate limericks when he senses they are sad. tapes em to the bathroom mirror or leaves them in the fridge. also loves buying people presents. tiny ones. like haunted looking things from second hand stores, or your favorite chocolate. also is the sort of friend that has EVERYTHING in his bag, in case someone cuts themselves or has a headache. can be a bit of a mom himself. it’s the little things, y’know?
prob still in his emo phase. listens to way too mcr to not be lmao.
eco-friendly king, will not stand for you not recycling.
if you will allow him, he will attempt to have a secret handshake with you. he’s a child. is dying for someone to memorize the parent trap handshake and indulge him.
cannot sit still in a chair. fidgets an excessive amount, the bobbing of his knee and the squirming around. it just never ends.
bi. that’s the hc.
he’s a little bit in love with everyone he meets if you couldn’t tell, and it’s fucking disastrous.
he is based loosely off: patroclus ( the song of achilles ), ponyboy curtis ( the outsiders ), laurie laurence ( little women ), eduardo saverin ( the social network ), remus lupin ( hp ), oliver marks ( if we were villains. )
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#opalsintro#intro#his background and things are in the big ass bio dfsklds but this is the gist of it lol
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Truth or Dare: Coming Out Edition (Chapter 3: Drama Time)
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A South Park Fanfiction ft. Creek, Style, and Bunny
“What!?” Stan was the first to speak, his eyes so wide that the red lines in his eyes were showing. “Dude?”
Kyle sighed, looking away. He seemed more tired than embarrassed. “Stan, come on. You must have assumed by now. Evidently Craig realized it.”
“Maybe I just have a good gaydar,” Craig tried to joke. He was the one that started this, but he was quickly regretting adding more drama to this night.
“You never -!” Stan stopped, quieting his voice. He leaned in closer to his best friend, almost pleading, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Does it matter?” Kyle challenged, snapping his head over to glare at him. “What, are you regretting all our sleepovers? Questioning every hug? God, you’re so immature sometimes.”
“I didn’t say any of that!” Stan frowned, his expression pained. “I’m not thinking any of that, I just… I’m your best friend -”
“Are you?” Kyle didn’t look away, his hands clenching into fists in his lap. “Face it, Stan. We’ve been growing apart for years. God, it feels like you go through periods of wanting nothing to do with me, and then clinging to me like a security blanket. It’s exhausting.”
Stan started to look like he was tearing up. He knew Kyle could be a hothead sometimes, but was he really saying all of this shit in front of everyone? “Can we talk in private? Please?”
Kyle looked ready to snap at him again, but thought better of it. He took a deep breath and stood up. “Fine, whatever. Kenny, you take my turn.”
The two “super best friends” walked off, the rest of the circle watching them. Once they were out of the room, they had a very important decision to make.
“We’re definitely going to spy on them, right??” Clyde hissed to everyone. “I do not want to miss this!”
“I’m with Cookie over there,” Kenny seconded. “I’ve been waiting for this for years, guys, you have no idea.”
“Spying isn’t cool,” Token argued, frowning at them all in disappointment.
“Yeah!” Butters agreed, crossing his arms with a soft pout. “How would you like it if you were spied on?”
“Come on, Bubblegum,” Kenny pleaded, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “You can’t tell me you’re not a little curious? Besides, I wanna know what’s going on with my friends.”
“The longer we deliberate, the more we miss!!” Clyde interrupted. “Anyone who wants to spy, come with me!”
In the end: Clyde, Kenny, Jimmy, and Craig all decided they wanted to go and spy. What can they say - they’re nosy bitches.
“I’ll tell you the important parts,” Craig promised Tweek as he walked off with his friends.
Once they were gone, Token sighed and looked at the rest of their group. “Well… now what?”
“Timmy!” He raised his hand before looking at his communication screen. He finally had one of those computers that could read out the words that his eyes looked at. “Let’s bake a cake.”
“Ooh!” Butters clapped his hands in excitement. “Yeah! Craig always goes on and on about Tweek’s baking - I wanna try it!”
“R-really?” Tweek smiled softly. He knew Craig loved his baking, but it was nice to know that he talked about it with everyone else, too. “Sure, I’ll bake you guys a cake.”
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Stan and Kyle headed to the designated sleeping area for their sleepover - a large room filled with several twin beds. Five against each wall with the feet of the bed facing the center, to be more precise.
The door closed quietly behind them, and they each took a bed to sit on, facing each other.
“I’m sorry,” Stan started with, his fingers digging into the comforter. “I… I know I’ve been weird around you. And I know I should have apologized earlier, I just…”
“Didn’t want to admit you’re a dick?” Kyle snipped.
“Dude, come on.” Stan looked up at him, the corners of his eyes really watering now. His voice cracked as he continued. “I’m really trying, Kyle.”
Kyle clamped his mouth shut, his eyes searching his face. He took a breath, his anger seeming to calm just a little. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have said all that stuff in front of everyone.” He looked away, crossing his arms over his chest. “But I did mean most of it. Sometimes I feel like I’m being bounced around at your convenience.”
“What do you mean?” Stan asked. Not to belittle his feelings, but to genuinely seek insight into what was bothering his friend, and how he could possibly fix it.
“You honestly don’t know what I’m talking about?” Kyle was starting to get pissed off again. “How about when you blow me off to go hang out with the football team?”
“I have to do that!” Stan interjected, pushing down at the bed just to do something. “Coach gets pissed if we miss too many “team bonding” experiences, even if they’re last-minute.”
“Oh, of course.” Kyle rolled his eyes. “Right, it’s the coach who allows the football team to drink alcohol for “team bonding.” Right.”
Stan winced, staring down at the carpet. He had no excuse for that part. He knows Kyle doesn’t like his drinking, since he tends to either throw up or black out most times he does. He usually just doesn’t tell Kyle when he drinks. “The coach doesn’t know about that part.”
Kyle shook his head, his teeth clenched tight in anger. “Fine. I have other examples anyway.” He scooted back on the bed, crossing his legs and holding tightly onto his ankles as he spat, “Let’s talk about Wendy now, and how you ignore me when you two are dating, and then never leave my side when you guys break up.”
“You’re exaggerating,” Stan argued weakly. “I talk to you at school every day -”
“Yeah, that’s school,” Kyle interrupted, his hands tightening around his ankles. “But all of your free time is spent with her, and if I text you there’s no guarantee you’ll even respond in the same day.”
“I…!” Stan ran his fingers through his hair. He felt like his brain was scrambled, making it hard to say anything. “I’m sorry -”
“And while we’re on the topic,” Kyle continued relentlessly, “why the fuck do you keep going back to her? It’s obviously not going to work out! Get over her already!”
“Kyle, stop.” Stan bowed his head, pulling lightly at his hair. “Please, let me think.”
Kyle scoffed and rolled his eyes, continuing on before he really thought about how hurtful he was sounding. “And what was with that question you asked Craig? That made it pretty fucking obvious that you don’t consider yourself 100% straight, and yet you’re mad at me for not telling you?”
“I didn’t tell you because I’m not even sure myself!” Stan yelled, a few tears starting to fall now. “I don’t know if I consider myself, gay, or bi, or fuck - even a girl, okay!? I’m just trying to figure it out on my own!”
“You still could have told me!” Kyle yelled right back, scoffing and rolling his eyes. “Maybe I can help you figure it out.”
“Oh, right - with that fucking judgemental, holier-than-though attitude??” Stan spits out, starting to choke on his tears. The more he spoke, the harder it became to breathe. “You’d ask me questions and I’d keep saying ‘I don’t know,’ and you’d call me an attention seeking idiot just because everything’s so fucking jumbled in my own brain!”
“I wouldn’t have -!”
“Sorry we’re not all as smart as you, Kyle!” Stan interrupted. He slid off the bed and started pacing, running his hands through his hair as he sucked down air and tried to make sense of any thoughts running through his head right now. “God, I didn’t know you hated me so much!”
“Stan, you’re hyperventilating -“
“Just shut up!” Stan croaked out. He wanted to say more, but his breathing became faster and faster. His world started blurring, spots of color appearing at the edges of his vision.
Kyle felt his anxieties rising, fearful of Stan making himself faint. “Stan,” he tried speaking quietly, slowly getting off the bed. “I really think you should lay down.”
“I don’t…!” Stan stumbled in his pacing, almost falling face-first onto the ground.
Kyle ran up to him then, grabbing him by the shoulders to steady him. He clenched his teeth as he took in Stan’s irregular breathing, watching his eyes dart back and forth in a panic. “Lay down.” He tugged Stan over to the nearest bed without much struggle, helping him get on so he could lay on his back and focus on breathing. “Take deeper breaths or you’ll faint.”
Stan opened his mouth a bit wider as if to respond, but all that succeeded in doing was stopping his breathing completely. He had to restart himself with a gasp, closing his eyes as he focused on pulling air in and out of his lungs as he laid on the bed. He fucking hated this - god it was so annoying. Yet his anxiety always, always, got this bad when he was trying to figure out what the fuck he was, or what the fuck he wanted.
He could think of a lot of nights where he just lay in bed, gasping like this, as he tried imagining himself dating a boy. The idea of kissing a boy wasn’t the problem, honestly - in fact, he was more okay with that than he thought he’d be. But then his mind always made him think of how everyone else would react. How everyone would stare at him, whispering about him, making up all sorts of rumors about him, just because he’s with a boy.
That’s what bothered him the most; that idea that no matter what you do or what you accomplish, that gay label is always a part of it. He wouldn’t just be Stan Marsh - he’d be Stan Marsh, a gay boy. A gay football player, a gay animal lover, a gay insert-title-here. He hated it. He really didn’t want to stand out anymore than he had to. He wanted people to like him, he wanted to seem normal. He didn’t want everything he did to just boil down to his sexuality.
Not to mention he wasn’t even sure if he was gay. He really did like Wendy - he had ever since he was a little kid. He didn’t feel like that was fake, that he was fooling himself into liking her. So, that left the “bi” or “pan” label, which honestly was even harder for people to understand.
And, Stan had to admit, he’d also been questioning his gender lately, as if all this other shit wasn’t enough. His issues with gender had started long before, back in fourth grade, but he was able to kinda just… push them aside. Until one day, last year, Kenny dared him to put on a dress, and it felt… nice. Not “right,” or anything like that, just… nice. Like he wouldn’t mind wearing more dresses.
Yeah, he’d quickly shoved that shit down deep inside. He did not want to deal with that right now. But he knew he had to - he knew that at some point he had to make a decision. If for no other reason than for his own sanity.
And he wanted to talk to Kyle about it all. He really, really did. But Kyle was kind of the reason he was questioning his sexuality to begin with, and that was terrifying to admit. To himself, and his best friend. How was he supposed to explain that whenever they were hanging out, playing games, laughing together, that he felt this urge to just… pull him close? Run his fingers through his hair? Kiss him? He couldn’t explain that. Not without dying on the spot.
“Stan,” Kyle’s voice was quiet for once, gently bringing him back to the current moment. “Are you feeling better?”
“Yeah.” His breathing was normal again. Now he just felt exhausted. “Better.” He sighed, turning his face away from him. “I’m sorry.”
“Dude, you don’t have to apologize,” Kyle told him, reaching over to squeeze his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to… I’m the one who should apologize.” He looked down at the floor, frowning. “I should have realized this is difficult for you. Hell, it’s still difficult for me.”
“It is?” Stan turned to him in surprise. “You seem so sure about it though.”
“I’m sure I’m not straight, yeah,” Kyle shrugged, taking his hand away from Stan to rub at his own arm. “But other than that? It’s debatable.”
“Really?” Stan turned on his side, curling up a little as he looked at Kyle. They locked eyes, and he whispered, “When did you… figure it out though?”
“Oh, god.” Kyle flushed, looking away in embarrassment. “Um… awhile ago, I guess. I was planning on telling you soon, actually. It was gonna be my New Year’s resolution.”
“Oh.” Stan felt guilt chew at his stomach. He swallowed and looked down at the bedspread. “Fuck, I reacted so badly to the news, too. I’m sorry, man.”
Kyle sighed, his eyes closing. “No offense, but I kind of expected it. Still hurt though.”
Stan winced, moving to sit at the edge of the bed again so he could take Kyle’s hand. He squeezed it softly, just staring at their joined hands as he whispered, “I really am sorry, Kyle. For everything. Reacting like that, ignoring you… I’m trying not to do that anymore, I promise. Please, just… give me another chance.” He felt himself starting to tear up again. “You’re the best thing in my life, Kyle. I don’t want to lose you - I was just being an idiot. Hell, I’ll still do stupid shit.”
“Stan,” Kyle stepped closer, pulling his hand away just so he could wrap his arms around Stan in a hug. “I don’t want to say everything’s okay, but… I forgive you. If you’re actually serious about this, anyway.”
“I am!” Stan insisted, clutching desperately to Kyle. He buried his face against his neck, whispering again, “I am.”
They held each other for a few long moments, both listening to the other’s rapid heartbeat. Stan still felt like choking up, even though a calmness had settled across his body. He stiffened a bit when Kyle began talking. “So… when did you realize you’re not straight?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Stan was quick to say, not moving his face from Kyle’s shoulder. “Not here, not,” his voice cracked, and he swallowed before finishing, “not right now.”
He could tell Kyle was just a bit annoyed. “All right…” He sighed softly, his tone more accepting as he continued, “All right. I’ll let you do this at your own pace. I got to, after all.”
“Thank you.” Stan lifted his head, smiling a little. “Really, Kyle.”
“You’re welcome.” Kyle smiled back.
For a flash of a moment, they both felt like kissing each other.
Which, of course, they both ignored.
~~~~~
“Oh, my god,” Kenny whispered, his ear plastered to the bedroom door.
“What? What is it?!” Clyde was way too invested, bouncing on the balls of his feet. His own ear had been pressed against the door at first, but his hearing was somehow worse than Kenny’s and he could only hear muffled sounds. So he backed off and had Kenny narrate.
Kenny fixed him with a blank, ‘I’m-so-tired-of-this-shit’ stare as he groaned, “They’re totally gay for each other and they’re just too chicken to admit it. I should know, since they both have basically told me.”
“Ooooh!!!” Clyde’s eyes were practically sparkling at all this juicy gossip. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier!?”
“Because I knew if you harassed them about it they’d never get together.” Kenny scoffed, moving away from the door. “We better get away - they’ll probably come out soon.”
“We still w-want details, Kenny,” Jimmy said as the four of them walked off.
“The other guys are in the kitchen, by the way,” Craig cut in. “Tweek texted me.”
“Ooh, are they baking!?” Clyde began drooling until Kenny snapped right in front of his face.
“Do you want to hear about the juicy Style or not?”
“Yes, yes!!” Clyde clung to Kenny’s arm, grinning up at him. “What did they say to you??”
Kenny hummed as he thought about how to start this. He didn’t want to completely sell-out his friends, but they were being so annoying with their obvious feelings for each other. Kenny had been trying to get them both to a point where they’d feel comfortable talking with the other, but after tonight he wondered if he should just dare them to kiss or something. “Basically they’ve both admitted to me that they have a crush on their “super best friend” and don’t want things to get weird between them. With a heavy dose of denial on Stan’s part.”
“This is everything I’ve wanted and more,” Clyde whispers, hugging Kenny’s arm even tighter. “I need to see them confess to each other.”
“Not a bad idea.” Kenny tapped at his chin, a plan forming. “Clyde, I know you have this plan to embarrass Craig, but what if you help me get some sparks flying between my two buddies?”
“Yes!” Clyde didn’t need another second to think about it, squeezing Kenny’s arm even tighter in his excited grasp. “A million times yes!”
“Does this mean you’re not going to try and embarrass me anymore?” Craig had to ask.
“Oh, I’ll go back to that after I see Stan and Kyle kiss!”
“I thought you wanted them to conf-fess?” Jimmy pointed out.
“Kiss, confess - whatever! I want romance!!”
Kenny snorted with laughter and clutched at his stomach. “That’s the spirit!!” He took a deep breath, calming down before wrapping an arm around Clyde’s shoulders, whispering his plan into those eager ears. Basically, Kenny was instructing Clyde to always pick him for Truth or Dare when it was his turn, so he could get either Stan and Kyle to open up in the next turn.
He finished explaining just as they arrived at the kitchen. Token, Tweek, Butters, and Timmy were all sitting at the kitchen table, with the two blondes mixing different bowls of dyed frosting.
“Craig!” Tweek perked up, beaming at him as he mixed his bowl of red frosting. “We have a cake baking. Wanna help frost?”
“Absolutely.” Craig bounded over, standing behind Tweek and resting his arms around his boyfriend’s shoulders, kissing the top of his head.
“Had enough eavesdropping?” Butters asked, pouting as he stared intently at his bowl of green frosting.
“Aw, don’t be like that, Butter Ball,” Kenny sighed, coming over to ruffle Butters’ hair. “I didn’t hear anything I didn’t already know.”
“What did you hear, then?” Token had to ask.
“If you wanted to know, you should have come with~” Clyde taunted, sticking his tongue out playfully.
“Stan and Kyle are so t-totally gay for each other,” Jimmy revealed to no one’s surprise.
“Jimmy!!” Clyde felt betrayed anyway. “They were supposed to sit in agony of not knowing!!”
“Oh please, they’d f-find out tonight with your and Kenny’s pl, plan!”
“Timmy!” he exclaimed before looking at his communication screen for a more clear sentence. “Did they tell each other their feelings?”
Kenny snorted, rolling his eyes. “I wish. Nah, they’re being dicks about it. That’s why Clyde and I are gonna push them a little bit.”
“Push them until they kiss!!”
“Confess, Clyde. Geez, and they call me a horndog.”
“Um, I’m a fanboy - there’s a huge difference.”
“Ah, so this is where you guys ran off to.” Everyone turned to look at Kyle, who was staring at them all with crossed arms and a suspicious look. “What are you talking about?”
“Cake!” Tweek squeaked nervously. He swallowed and held out his bowl of frosting. “We’re going to d-decorate a cake!”
“Sweet!” Stan walked in past Kyle, a small smile on his face. “How are we decorating it?”
“Well, Butters suggested red and green plaid -”
“Aw, that’s cute, Butterfly,” Kenny cooed.
“And complicated,” Token added.
“Timmy,” he nodded in agreement.
“Why not just slather a mound of frosting on it and call it a day?” Clyde argued, his mouth already watering from the delicious smell of a baking cake.
“Because that’s how you end up like Cartman,” Craig poked Clyde’s cheek, causing his friend to whine and swat at him.
The boys continued to talk about what to do with the cake when it came out of the oven, but Kyle just narrowed his eyes. He swore they’d been talking about him and Stan before they showed up, but like anyone would admit to that. He’d just have to be careful the rest of the night.
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HEY HOW’S IT GOIN’ GUYS. it’s ya girl aura and i’m back for veritas: quarter quell edition ! i’m a 20 year old garbage can ( she / her or they / them pronouns plz ) from pst timezone. as you can clearly see, i am a mess, but i’m here to have fun and get to know all of you guys !! i can’t WAIT to unlock the mysteries of this rp, and i know for a fact its going to actually destroy me, so heads up: i’m diagnosed babey and cry over everything all the time. that being said, i also love pain so while i may be crying, i am also THRIVING !! i’m also an artist so i hope ya’ll are ready for me to occasionally draw the shenanigans that happen here. it’s gonna be a TIME !
anyway, enough about me ! click the neat little read more button to get to know my baby boy, maxi-pad. if you like what you see, also feel free to hit that ♥ and i’ll pop into your tumblr or discord ims to aggressively keysmash a plot out. sounds good ? GREAT !! can’t wait to talk to you all asfkalsdjfasfd i’m so excited !
skeleton: the ace
faceclaim: froy gutierrez
name: max thomas
gender & pronouns: cis male ( he/him )
age: twenty-two
major: zoology
clubs: captain of the track & field and football team ; student government secretary
living arrangement: auberlin apartments / apartment 01
employment: unemployed, but occasionally volunteers places & does odd jobs for those that need it
[ GENERAL ]
first off, some links. you can find his dossier HERE ( featuring a bio / some stats ) & his pinterest board HERE !!
his name is maximilian anthony thomas ( if he turns out to be the killer i’m gonna laugh because i really did give him 3 first names ) but honestly just max is fine ^^
he’s the child to two ABSOLUTE UNITS of women. both of them are olympic medalists in the athletics category. even his sperm donor dad ( who, yes, also helped raise him ) was a big time baseball player who now coaches one of the best international teams, so to say that he is SPORTS BOY would almost be an understatement.
his sport of choice is easily track, but he also really enjoys baseball, basketball, soccer, and, later on in life, football. if it’s got a ball or allows him to run, chances are he plays it.
he was winning medals as early as 7 years old and had enough for a full wall by the time he was 10. boy is a legacy and it SHOWS.
he doesn’t like it when people try to give him things just because of his name or who his parents are. he would much rather get things through his own hard work. at the same time, he hates losing and is willing to do not so great things in secret if it means he’ll win.
captain of the track & field team during the spring / summer and captain of the football team during fall / winter. he also might be in the student government too so rifp his schedule. boy is ALWAYS busy.
LOVES HIS TEAMMATES SO FUCKING MUCHHHHH !!!!!! they’re his family.
he also does a lot of charity events cuz his parents raised that shit in him ( they literally met at a charity triathalon ), so he goes to quite a view galas and whatnot. LITERALLY HE’S SO BUSY THIS BOY NEVER HAS FREE TIME.
is surprisingly really well versed in art & art history due to one of his moms being a HUGE art history buff. literally his family did an art tour vacation once where they just went across europe & went to a bunch of galleries. basically he may seem like a dumb jock, but if you mix up a renoir & a monet, he WILL call you out on it.
absolute sunshine boy !! loves to smile & laugh & love !! is so passionate about everything !
however, he has some really bad jealousy and pride issues, as hinted at earlier. they’re easily his greatest vices in equal measure.
he’s emotionally fragile so if he snaps, it can get pretty scary, but he’s really good at hiding that side of him. granted, bottling it all up probably isn’t the best either . . .
THAT SAID, HE’S STILL THE TOWN’S GOLDEN BOY !! his coach keeps talking about the 2020 olympics and he’s SO PSYCHED !! everyone in town knows his name bc he really out here being nice to everyone he meets & helping little old ladies cross the road on top of everything else he does. he’s just That Guy.
[ DAISEY ]
he had known her since they were wee babies, and they were definitely friends first. whenever they played house, he was always the dog looooong before he played her husband.
the two were always real & honest with each other, and it’s safe to say that he knew the true her before she got all caught up in her loneliness and secret hoarding.
SHE was the one to ask HIM out not long after starting middle school, making them each other’s first like . . . actual relationship. ( though tbh, she moreso DEMANDED he be her boyfriend, rather than properly asking him aslkfjasdf he could never say no to her though so it didn’t really matter )
they wound up having an off-&-on relationship for SIX YEARS. in late-ish high school, he could feel her drifting away so he told her his secret, thinking it would stop her from being bored of him. unfortunately she ended up breaking up w/ him the next day.
[ STALKING TW ] before long she was already seeing someone new. that triggered his jealous streak, and between that and his fear that she was going to tell someone his secret, he started stalking her. at first it was just lining up their schedules so he could always keep an eye on her, but eventually he got access to her social media logins and started keeping tabs on her private conversations. she’d shown him some of her own hacking tricks when they were still together, so even when she changed her passcodes, it was a simple crack before he was snooping through her shit again.
eventually she confronted him about the fact that she was constantly seeing him everywhere, though still unaware of the fact that he was the one that was hacking into her accounts. he played it off, and while she did tell the authorities about it, that was about the end of it. he stopped stalking her for a couple of years after following her to st ettienne, and things mellowed out between them.
he joined student council that year, and after that him and daisey started to talk a lot more again. they even kinda became friends again. one night, she was having a rough time so she called him. after a quiet night of talking and looking at the stars, she kissed him. it was really great, up until she shoved him away and said it was a mistake, going right back to ignoring his existence the very next day. this caused him to fall back into his stalking habits, finding them a comfort.
this time, she finds out that its HIM going through her social media, and she pulls him aside privately at the homecoming party to yell at him. she even says that she’s going to expose his secret for being such a creep. it’s then that he sees her for what she really is, rather than the rose-colored image he’d been seeing before.
that’s the last he ever sees of daisey rutherford, and he can’t tell if he’s grateful or heartbroken for that.
[ WANTED CONNECTIONS ]
okay listen i’m . . . honestly garbage at coming up with wanted connections because i genuinely want everything. friends, lovers, enemies, family — the whole shebang. i’m always down to brainstorm, so if you’ve got any ideas, even if they’re whacky, hit me with them and we can come up with something phenomenal and unique, yeah ? yeah !
the biggest actual idea i can think of is like . . . half siblings through his biological father. i think the dichotomy of that could be fun since his dad is still VERY MUCH in his life along w/ his 2 moms. TAKEN BY CASSIDY
rivals in sports could be fun ! as w/ rivals in general !
people he tried hooking up w/ to make daisey jealous when they weren’t together ? maybe ??
he doesn’t drink or smoke or do anything fun so like ?? a bad influence type connection mayhaps ?
HE NEEDS A TUTOR !!!! HE NEEEEEDS A TUTORRRRR !!!!!
bro squad bro squad bro squad bro squad bro squad. did i mention bro squad ?? ( ed is his best fucking friend so any mutual friends,,,,,, let’s squad it up )
maybe i’ll edit this later if more come to me, but for now that’s what i’ve got !! hmu if anything strikes your fancy or if you’ve got any other ideas !
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Mario’s snippet
I recommend reading through my high school AU masterlist(in the notes since tumblr fucked uf links) first for this to make sense
Word Count: 2293
Warnings: again, some violence, fighting(do @domo-no-domo-yes and I have a thing for injuring main characters and them having anger issues? Perhaps.
Notes: So this is Mario’s introduction post. Some things you should know about him:
he’s the star striker of the local football club
has an unexpected interest in fashion
Is 18 and in fourth year
Seems very intimidating to most people a lot admire him but keep him at arm’s length
his best friends are Dejan, Mo and Leona(important to note mo and Leona are gender swapped football players. You’ll learn more about them later ;) )
Also big shoutout for @wordpuddle as always for editing our works
That’s about it. Enjoy :)
For Mario, it was bad enough that he had to be stuck in detention instead of going out or playing football. This wasn’t his first time, and he knew that he technically broke school rules, but the fact that he got detention and Santini got away scot-free for doing something at least equally bad just pissed him off. However, hearing the news that another student was going to join him in detention only made his mood worse.
He knew that he was supposed to be thankful. Less work and an extra pair of hands did sound like more than a good deal. However, he did not exactly like the idea of someone bothering him as he worked. Also, even if he was supposed to have someone who was going to be serving detention alongside him, they seemed to be running late, and Mario didn't plan on getting in more trouble because he waited for that idiot.
Mumbling “no good” under his breath, he wiped some sweat off his brow, soaked his rag and squeezed out the excess water. Just as he was about to start cleaning the first table, the canteen doors swung open with a loud bang.
Mario quickly turned around, nearly jumping as he was startled by the sudden loud noise. His eyes fell on a certain smirking, blond punk, who looked him up and down as if they never met each other before… even though both of them knew otherwise.
“Not you again.” Mario groaned, fighting the urge to rub his forehead. His detention companion was none other than Domagoj Vida - inarguably the most notorious troublemaker in the entire school, and all too proud of that fact.
Vida's shit-eating smirk only grew at that as he approached Mario with intent, like a panther stalking its prey. Still, Mario refused to budge. Instead, he put down his rag and returned the smirk with a grim, hard expression of his own. He wasn't about to be intimidated that easily by a guy who wore black eyeliner and had a stupid lip piercing.
“Aww...did you miss me, Mr. No Good?” Vida's eyes playfully flashed. Mario rolled his eyes and curled his lip with disapproval. If the idiot thought he could get under his skin quickly, he was in for a rude awakening.
“No, I didn't miss someone who almost ran me over with his bike because he doesn’t know how to fucking drive.” Mario gritted his teeth together, stopping the rest of the insult from pouring out. If he went on, he wouldn’t be able to stop, and he knew that things would inevitably end up as more than a fight with just words. He also knew that while Vida was shorter than he was, he wasn’t a pushover.
He turned around to face the table again, huffing. He couldn’t believe that he was going to be spending detention with Vida for the next month. From the way the punk was dressed, it seemed as if he didn’t even care that he was supposed to be at detention and was going to be cleaning for a couple of hours. In contrast to Mario’s own simple navy tank top and faded jeans, Vida wore his usual all-black - ripped skinny jeans, combat boots, fingerless gloves, at least two necklaces, and a black leather jacket with spikes adorning its collar and shoulders.
“Just leave your stuff and start cleaning...and for fuck’s sake, wear something more practical next time. This is detention, we’re supposed to be working, not fooling around. This is not the time for your stupid pranks unless you want even more detention time.”
He could hear Vida laugh, and he looked back. The blond had taken off his jacket, his tattooed arms in full view now that he was just in his black shirt, and was now pulling his long hair back into a high ponytail. He then gathered the rest of the things he had taken off and set them aside. Mario tried to fight the urge to roll his eyes or say something sarcastic as he tore his eyes away and tried to focus on the task at hand.
“What did you do to end up here? You don't seem like the sort to enjoy having a bit of fun anyway.” Mario didn't have to turn around to know that the fucker probably still had that stupid smirk plastered on his face as he tried to get a rise out of him.
“Who the hell said that it was a stupid prank that landed me here? It’s none of your business.” Mario’s patience was wearing thin, though he didn’t exactly have much of it, to begin with. Vida’s remark, however, made him recall the events of two days ago that led to him getting himself into trouble.
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“Santini, enough!” Mario roared as Ivan Santini’s fist connected with the jaw of Alen, one of the new recruits. A sickening crack followed, and Mario swiftly grabbed his fellow striker’s wrist, gripping it tightly.
“WHAT THE FUCK?! What does this stupid hazing achieve? What we need are uninjured players to win our games! Are you trying to fucking sabotage us?!” His eyes blazed with anger and hearing Alen whimper in pain, as well as seeing all the other new team members’ bruises only made him more furious. Santini, however, only returned Mario’s glare with a cool expression of his own.
“How many times have I told you that these harmless little exercises are meant to build character? Football is a man’s sport, Mandžukić, and wimpy little boys don’t belong on this team. Do you understand?” Santini’s smile was cold and cruel as he carelessly regarded the players in the locker room. “Or are you too soft?”
Santini laughed, but Mario cut it short by throwing a hard punch at his face, followed by another. Santini’s rough hands grabbed Mario by the neck, but Mario ducked, before elbowing Santini in the gut. He stumbled back, and Mario kicked him down. Before Mario could make another move, however, another voice cut them off.
“MANDŽUKIĆ! EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” Mario, realizing that they were in the school’s locker room rather than the club locker room, looked towards the doorway and saw Coach Lopetegui. The man’s expression was stormy and his arms were folded. Two bad signs. Rather than defend himself, Mario remained silent, his face hard. Frankly, Santini deserved it.
“To the headmaster’s office, Mandžukić! This is not proper behaviour befitting a star striker!” Coach Lopetegui ordered, clearly meaning business.
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Mario noticed Vida glancing pointedly at his bandaged knuckles, and it almost looked like something akin to understanding flashed through his eyes. It was a brief moment, however, as Vida’s usual smirk crept back on his face a few seconds later.
“No stupid prank huh? I knew you weren't the fun type. Shame. Doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t like you though.” Vida remarked, flashing a brief, impish grin before proceeding to grab one of the rags hanging above the sink.
“Just because you probably got detention for a stupid prank yourself, doesn’t mean I did. Let me guess, were you the one responsible for the beers?” Mario had heard about Mr. Čačić’s outburst after finding beer cans glued to the walls of his office. It was difficult not to, actually, considering that Mario was in the chemistry laboratory, which was right next to Mr. Čačić’s office when the old man discovered that somebody had vandalised his space. The math teacher was known for his short temper after all.
“Hmm...what makes you think that, Mr. No Good?” Vida chuckled as he held his rag under the running tap until it was soaked, then proceeded to choose a table to begin working on.
Mario expected Vida to keep talking and that he will have to try and mute him out during the whole detention but to his surprise, Vida pulled out headphones, quickly selected a song from his playlist and continued cleaning. Mario heard the faint yet distinctive beat of aggressive, hard rock music.
He wondered exactly how high had Vida set the volume. Even without wearing headphones, Mario could already hear the loud, heavy music. He also wondered exactly how loud it was for someone listening through headphones. He also wondered if Vida could even hear his own thoughts with such loud music. Assuming that of course, Vida was capable of thinking for extended periods of time, which he highly doubted.
As the time ticked, Mario couldn’t help but harbour suspicion towards the blond punk, and he regularly looked over his shoulder to see what Vida was up to. He didn’t want to admit it, but part of him felt as if he was going to spring a trap on him anytime soon. Yet, for some reason, nothing happened. Aside from offering up his headphones a couple of times, and as well as the occasional grin, there was absolutely no indication that Vida was about to do anything that Mario was dreading.
By the end of their detention, Mario found himself seriously considering his impression of Domagoj Vida to be partly wrong. He seemed rather different from his usual, annoying prankster self, at least while serving detention. Of course, part of him was still reluctant to accept this. That part of him was giving him that nagging feeling that, if what he knew and heard about Vida was true, Vida wasn’t going to let him get away that easily.
“I guess I should be going now. See you around on Monday, Mr. No Good?” Vida had shrugged his leather jacket back on and was now buckling his choker around his neck. Mario noticed that the blond was smiling warmly, but he could’ve sworn that he noticed a hint of mischief in his smile. It was fleeting, but Mario was certain that he saw something. His suspicions only heightened when Vida swiftly took his leave. Wondering if something had happened when his back was turned, he reached for his bag and unzipped it. He dug around for his wallet, his keys and his phone, and when he found them, he was secretly relieved to see all of them there, and that none of them had been stolen. He still checked the rest of his bag’s contents, however, not fully trusting the punk. Nothing had been touched either.
Grumbling to himself, he slung the strap of his bag over his shoulder, hung his rag near the sink and left the canteen. When he reached the parking lot, the first thing he noticed was that Vida’s motorcycle was still in its usual spot. He furrowed a brow, remembering all too well that Vida had left earlier than him.
Mario then went over to his own car, thinking that perhaps, Vida was probably just squatting and drinking a beer somewhere in the parking lot. What he didn't expect to see was a familiar black-clad blond leaning over his car and attempting to place a cracked-glass prank sticker on his windshield.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He hissed, letting annoyance slip into his voice. This caught Vida by surprise and nearly made him fall into the car, as it didn’t have its roof put on. Mario couldn’t help but be the tiniest bit amused at the sight, as well as a bit proud of himself for catching Vida in the act. He bit back his laughter, however.
Vida caught his balance and momentarily leaned against the red Bentley to steady himself. He then quickly turned around, the sticker still in his hands. There was a look of surprise on his face as if he did not expect Mario to show up that quickly.
“...Decorating?” Vida’s smirk was its usual cocky self, but Mario knew better. He saw a hint of sheepishness in Vida’s expression, one that someone who had been caught in the act would have.
“Nice try. Give me that.“ Mario quickly snatched the sticker from Vida's hands, tucking it into one of the pockets of his bag. He gave Vida a dark, warning look. “Now get lost before I decide to run you over like you almost did to me.”
Vida rolled his eyes but Mario could see his pierced lip twitching in amusement and the corners of his mouth raising. As if his look had not fazed him the least bit. In fact, Vida was looking into his eyes a bit too intently. As if he was intrigued, rather than intimidated. It was something that Mario wasn’t exactly used to. Most people looked at him with equal parts respect and intimidation, but here was someone who didn’t. Someone who wasn’t intimidated by him, for some reason.
“Just wanted to make your life a bit more fun, Mr. No Good. But I guess you’re still too boring...or at least, making a valiant effort to resist my efforts,” Vida laughed as he threw a mock salute in his direction before they parted ways.
Mario shook his head before getting into the car. That guy really was as much trouble as he originally assumed. And yet, why did Mario take his words as a challenge? He knew that he could’ve easily just ignored them and act maturely, yet here he was, thinking about his next move in the strange but oddly exciting game that Vida had unwittingly started. The thought of wiping the smirk off Vida’s face rather appealed to him.
As he drove home, he momentarily looked at the cracked glass sticker he had swiped, and an idea wormed its way into his mind. He was going to have to head to school early on Monday. If Vida dared mess around with him, he wasn’t going to make things easy, or go down without a fight.
The game was on.
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Heart Songs- Reddie Genderbent AU
AO3 Link
In which Ellie is really confused, Ruth throws a party, Bea reads some stuff, Billie does some cool skateboard tricks, Steph is secretly cool, Beau is an amazing human, and Mack just wants to have a good time.
Also prom, sort of.
Notes: Hey guys, I'm back. I really hope you like this, because I've been working on this for a while now. If you have any questions about the AU or just in general, you can find me on tumblr at either cacti-cool (main account) or londone-fog (writing account). Have fun! Edit: I changed a few things. First off, the rating is now mature as there is a masturbation scene and some non-explicit sexual content in later chapters. Second, I changed the name of the fic, as well as the chapter names. Every chapter is named after a different Weezer song, as well as the fic name. I recommend you listen to the title song as you read the chapters! Thank you for understanding!
Part One- Rosanna
Ellie Kaspbrak was what you might refer to as “aggressively ordinary.”
She was an ordinary girl, from a little ordinary town, in the ordinary state of Maine. She lived in a small house with her dad. He had a boyfriend of sorts.
She thought of that one Monday morning, staring at her reflection in her vanity mirror. Her brown hair framed her tired face, eyes gaunt from lack of sleep. She fiddled with her hands, picking at the dry skin around her knuckles before looking around her room. Her light grey walls were decorated with a few sparse photos. Her furniture was wood, with a white floral bedspread pulled loosely over the twin mattress in the corner.
Ellie’s eyes stopped to look at the clock on the bedside table with a sort of anxious anticipation. It was 7:33. Her boyfriend would be picking her up at 7:45, like he did everyday.
Ellie’s boyfriend was a strange staple in her life. His name was Mason. He was a football player from the high school team, and therefore very large. If not for the constant workouts he underwent with the rest of the team in anticipation for the next season, he might have been obese. Ellie liked him well enough. He wasn’t particularly interesting; if Ellie herself was ordinary, then Mason was downright bland.
Suddenly, Ellie’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She held her breath, but was pleasantly surprised to see it was Ruth texting her.
Garbage Human: prey tell, my swellest el, is my contact name still garbage human in your phone
Ellie: Depends on why you’re asking.
Garbage Human: well i might not be so garbage anymore ;)
The text was then followed by a picture of Ruth standing next to a car. Well, car might have been too glamorous a word. It was a bright orange monstrocity on wheels, the paint sunbleached and peeling in places. One of the wheels was missing a hubcap. There was a long crack running across the length of the windshield. And finally, squatting near the front tire, was Ruth. Her curly, bobbed hair was pulled away from her face, large wire-framed glasses sitting on the end of her upturned nose. Her mouth was pulled into a mock-serious line; dangling from her fingers were the keys.
Ellie: Please tell me that isn’t a car.
Garbage Human: el you wound me
Garbage Human: yes that is my car her name is bessie
Ellie couldn’t help but nearly roll her eyes to the back of her head. Ruth was an interesting person. She was loud, with wild dark hair and even wilder eyes. Her mouth never seemed to close, even when she wasn’t talking (which was rare). She only seemed to wear clothes that had a pattern in some way, with cigarette smell clinging to every fibre. Her knees, elbows and palms were always riddled in scrapes and bruises from countless tumbles with her longboard. Yes, Ruth was very interesting.
It was anyone’s guess as to why they were each other’s best friends.
Garbage Human: i could start giving you rides now if you want
Ellie could practically hear the secret pleading in Ruth’s voice. The truth was, Ellie hadn’t seen her friends nearly as much as she used to. Since Mason and her started dating a few months back, it seemed like more and more of her time went to humoring her boyfriend; going to games and practices and movie dates. She missed their group of seven and the time they used to spend together. Especially when it came to Ruth. That was why she barely hesitated to type out her response.
Ellie: I guess. Just promise me I won’t end up dying in that thing
Garbage Human: you have my complete honor as a cub scout
Ellie smiled to herself; a small secret thing she’d never admit to. A sudden, loud honk from outside surprised her out of her moment, her spine straightening harshly. She looked out the window to see Mason sitting in his car, the same as every morning. Ellie sighed, gathering up her supplies and racing down the stairs.
Her father sat in his chair, the television nattering on in the background. He saw her, and motioned for her to come over.
Ellie and her father had a somewhat odd relationship. This was largely in part to Ellie’s mother dying when she was young, making her father somewhat… overprotective. Their relationship had become somewhat strained the older and more independent Ellie got. He didn’t like her being around boys, but he especially didn’t like her being around Ruth. He still to that day had no idea that she even spoke to Beau Marsh.
“Do you have your inhaler?”
“Yes, dad.”
Ellie didn’t actually need an inhaler. She’d known for a long time, since she was thirteen years old. Her father didn’t know that she knew, because Ellie had never brought it up to him. It didn’t just stop at the inhaler. He’d been trying to get her to take other bullshit medicine since she was small. Now that she knew better, she’d developed a complicated series of lies and sleight of hand to avoid taking the pills.
“You took your pills too, right?”
“Yup.” She’d taken them, alright. They sat heavy in the front pocket of her overalls, like a collection of riverstones. She could safely say that her father knew next to nothing about who she really was; his “little girl” was a facade created to keep her sane.
“Alright, sweetheart. Have a good day at school.” He leaned his cheek out, and she pressed a quick peck to the stubbled skin there.
Ellie didn’t breathe until she slammed the door of Mason’s car behind her.
“Jesus, you’ll break a window doing that, Ellie. What’s got your goat this morning?” Mason said, voice riding the line between scolding and whining.
“It’s just my dad. He’s been pestering me.”
Mason sighed, a patronizing little thing.
“You’re cute when you’re annoyed. He’s just trying to protect you.” He leaned over and placed a kiss to her cheek. Ellie resisted the urge to lean away.
They’d had the fight before; Mason believed that Ellie needed to be protected. She was small, she was skinny, she was feminine. Ellie knew that none of that was true.
“Mason, I need to ask something,” Ellie said quietly, car rumbling to life and pulling away from the house.
“Hmm.”
“I, uh…” She traced the outline of her phone through her pocket. “... well, my friend just got a car. And she lives closer to my house than you do-”
“Just spit it out, already.”
“Ruth is going to start giving me rides to school. It’s just… it’s more convenient, and I don’t get to see her as much as I used to.”
The car became deathly silent.
“So I’m taking up too much of your time? Is that it?”
Ellie’s fist clenched where is lay on her leg.
“I never said that. I just said that it’s more convenient for Ruth to pick me up in the mornings.”
“Why do you even want to spend so much time with her, anyway?”
Ellie looked away from the dashboard to her whitening knuckles, where a simple band of gold lay wrapped around her little finger. It was a ring that Ruth had given her on her sixteenth birthday, to replace the plastic cereal box ring that Ellie used to wear in childhood. It was the only jewelry that she wore everyday.
“Because she’s my best friend, Mason, and she lives closer to me than you do. Nothing more.”
The outline of the high school was rapidly approaching, and Ellie felt a little tension leak out of her body. Mason rubbed a thick hand over his face, letting out a long tired sigh.
“You know what, fine. Fine. On one condition.”
Ellie unclenched her hand slowly, quietly syphoning the air out of her body.
“What’s that?”
Mason quickly jerked the car into the parking lot, the sound of old soda cans clattering around the back seat as they pulled to a somewhat jarring stop. He pulled up the parking brake and rounded on Ellie with all the surprise of a tiger leaping from the bushes. He placed a meaty hand on her shoulder as if to keep her there, pinned, with no option but to listen to him.
“Go to prom with me.”
“What?”
“I don’t care who the hell gets you to school, as long as you say you’ll go with me.”
Ellie stared into Mason’s eyes, a nearly clear blue. Basically colorless, like looking through window and seeing absolutely nothing on the other side. Devoid of any personality or interest. She could feel her throat closing and her eyes sting, and she wondered briefly if she was going into anaphylaxis.
She wanted so badly to say no. She wanted to run out of this car and never come back. Maybe she’d just suffocate from anxiety right then.
“Sure, sounds great Mason.”
What the fuck am I saying? What is wrong with me? she thought as Mason leaned in and kissed her; it was sloppy and hit the corner of her mouth more than her actual lips. She quickly pulled away, muttering some sort of farewell as her feet hit the asphalt.
The parking lot was filled to the brim with students and shitty cars. Ellie kept her eyes to the ground, white knuckling the straps of her backpack as strangers hollered all around her. She only looked up when she heard the characteristic bark of her best friend’s laugh.
The loser’s club, as it had been known for years, consisted of the most ragtag group of teens that Derry, Maine had to offer. They all stood around Ruth’s new car, which was even more horrible in person. Billie Denbrough, their unofficial leader, was making a valiant effort to let loose with a would-be impressive string of cuss word from her place on the ground. Closer inspection showed a new hole torn in the knee of her jeans, with blood weakly dripping from the wound. Her trusty skateboard lay upended a few feet away. Ruth, as opposed to helping their friend, was laughing so hard she was nearly bent in half, black hair falling over her face. The other losers stood around in a sort of shell shocked state, not sure whether to help Billie or laugh along with Ruth.
They all seemed to make up their minds the closer that Ellie got.
Bea rushed to check Billie’s knee, Mackenzie following with chuckle. Beau held out a hand, which Billie used to hoist herself to her feet. Steph stayed firmly in place, arms crossed with a stern look and secret smile in her eye. Ruth was practically on the ground herself at that point, Ellie’s shadow reaching across her as she approached.
“Ruth, you fucking idiot, what did you do this time?” Ellie asked, already rummaging through her bag for a band aid.
“Our darling Billie Jean can’t even do a kickflip without busting her ass,” Ruth said once she caught her breath.
“I c-c-can t-t-too, you a-a-a-fuck. I d-did this m-morning.”
Ellie shook her head, leaning down to press a bandage over the wound. If she’d been home, she would have dowsed it in hydrogen peroxide and used real gauze and bandage, but this would have to do. It was probably best, considering how dry and cracked her hands were these days.
“Thanks E-ellie,” Billie finally said.
And, at that, the bell for first period rang out, abruptly ending all shenanigans. Ellie slung her bag back over her shoulder, trying to ignore the itch under her skin from being so close to another person’s blood. Luckily, the thought was knocked out of her head by the slap of a hand against her shoulder.
“So, you seem tense. Did you have to flush yourself down the toilet to even get out of the house this morning?”
“Shut the hell up Ruth, I’m not in the mood for jokes.”
She didn’t have to look to know that Ruth’s permanent smile had faltered. Her hand went from a heavy weight to a soft comfort in a matter of seconds. In a rare moment of genuity, Ruth dropped her voice so only Ellie could hear.
“You okay, El? Is it your dad or…?”
“No, no, not really. Just kinda stressed out. And for the last time, stop calling me that. That’s a kid nickname.”
“Yeah, not happening. I know you secretly love it. You’ll thank me someday.”
She paused a moment to chew on her bottom lips, allowing a scarce ray of anxiety to shine through.
“You know what’ll make you feel better? I’m driving the losers to the quarry today, break in Bessie and all that. I know you’re probably busy with your boy toy, but you’re more than welcome to come.”
Ellie’s stomach dropped. She wanted so badly to see her friends, but she felt obligated to see Mason after everything that happened that morning. But one look at her friend’s face, and she knew where she should really be.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Ruth’s eyes lit up, and her mouth cracked open in a wide grin.
“Oh, Ellie-Belly, you won’t regret it. I knew you wouldn’t miss the chance to see my blinding white thighs.”
Ellie rolled her eyes, but allowed Ruth to throw an arm around her shoulders as they walked to class.
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Ellie had never been a fan of spit.
She distinctly remembered the first time she’d had a panic attack. She had been about seven years old, and some boy in her class had decided it was the perfect time to let loose with a spit glob worthy of the gods. Unfortunately, Ellie had been standing near enough to be in the splash zone. It somehow was so much different than playing loogie at the quarry with with Billie and Ruth. This time, there was a wet splatter across the skirt of her jumper, and she lost it. Some combination her fathers instilled fear of germs and her own anxious tendencies brought about a cascade of tears and snot. It took a trip the restroom with both Ruth and Billie to get her to calm down enough to go back to recess.
Ellie thought of this as she sat in Mason’s car after school, his tongue making a valiant attempt to fight her tonsils.
This was an activity that took up much of her time after school. She’d never admit it to herself, but it was probably one of her least favorite parts of the day. Ellie genuinely struggled with physical contact; she’d gotten used to the losers touching her, but anyone else made her uncomfortable. Kissing Mason fell under the umbrella of uncomfortable.
Mason, on the other hand, was having a great time. Ellie was pushed further and further into the seat as he grew more and more eager. His hand was wrapped loosely around her thigh.
Ellie’s eyes opened, trying to look at the time on the clock and pretend she was interested in kissing. It was 3:24. School had ended nearly thirty minutes ago. The losers had all surely left to go to the quarry by then.
Suddenly, as if her mind had been read, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She slowly, carefully, reached her hand into her pocket to pull the phone out and held it behind Mason. The message was from Steph, saying that she needed to get to the quarry ASAP. Apparently Ruth wouldn’t stop complaining that Ellie had abandoned them.
Ellie’s mind was quickly snatched from the message when she the hand on her thigh move to cup her breast. She pulled away quickly, smacking Mason’s hand away.
“What? I thought you liked that.” he whined.
She didn’t like it. There was never a time where she said she did. Ellie tried to quickly think of an excuse.
“I, uh…”
“Come on, don’t be nervous.” Mason reached over and fiddled with one of the buckles on her overalls, trying to subtly unhook the button from the catch. An idea suddenly appeared in Ellie’s mind, and she pushed his hand away again.
“Uh, I’m wearing overalls.”
Indeed she was. They were her favorite pair, with the floral appliques on the legs that Steph had ironed on for her.
“What does that have to do with anything.”
“Well, uh, that would violate my rule.”
Ellie had the forethought when her and Mason started dating to put a rule in place: He was not allowed to touch her underneath her clothes, specifically when it came to pants.
“How’s that?”
“Overalls are like a shirt/pants combo. That breaks the rule.”
She could tell that it was a half-baked excuse, and Mason knew it too. His eyebrow was raised in confusion, but he relented and moved away. Ellie breathed a sigh of relief.
“You’ve been acting strange today.”
“No I haven’t”
Silence. Mason sighed, scrubbed at his face with his hand.
“Look, I have to do some conditioning today. You can either walk home or stay and watch. It’s up to you.”
Ellie resisted the urge to pump her fist in victory.
“I’d like to stay, but I have a lot of homework. Maybe tomorrow?”
Mason nodded, but Ellie was already out of the car.
She didn’t start running until she was sure he couldn’t see her anymore.
A genuine smile burst across her face as she pumped her legs. The air was beginning to warm, spring chill giving way to summer heat. The end of junior year was rapidly approaching, and the feeling of true freedom spurred Ellie on as she raced toward the quarry.
#My writing#it 2017#Heart Songs#reddie#stenbrough#benverly#eddie kaspbrak#richie tozier#rule34#genderbent#fanfiction#au
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Okay I also have so many Thoughts on Rise so if you want someone to rant to, I’m definitely here lol
My official Thoughts™
Okay so first off I’m pleasantly surprised I didn’t hate it as much as I was expecting? Lol I didn’t wanna watch at all because it seemed too dramatic, like something I would’ve eaten up in high school but I’m too tired to deal with these days. But my mom made me watch it with her and it definitely wasn’t as bad as I expected lol
What…was UP with the camera work????? I was loosing my mind over it omfg. Sometimes normal, sometimes shaky, and we had like three or four dramatic documentary zoom-ins ala Parks and Rec or the Office??? Why was that happening??? They were all in dramatic moments but it was so fucking funny I couldn’t handle it.
SPEAKING OF WHICH, when the coach asked ‘are you a teacher or a director’ and Josh Radnor was like ‘well, both’ and then it zoomed in on the coach as he cut off ‘Actually, no, you’re a teacher’. Like. That was clearly supposed to be dramatic but it was PEAK comedic timing. My mom and I were cackling we almost missed the rest of the scene omfg
That principal is a mess??? Giving one dude the drama department just because he doesn’t like the other teacher, and then???? Approving the show before he READ it???? Allowing a coach to try to bribe a kid’s bad grade away???? What in the Lord
What….is with the troupe….of the Athlete having to pick sports or theater. Like literally what is that. It happens too often and I’ve never? Seen it happen in real life? Like I know you can’t apply your life experiences to everyone else’s but as someone who also went to a sports crazy high school in small town PA like….the senior sports™ boys went out for the musical every year??? Like every year there’d be at least 7 or 8 football or basketball or literally whatever players that were like ‘You know the fuck what, I’m a senior, I’m doing a musical now’ lmao. It was never dramatic or anything. Being in a play isn’t going to ruin someone’s sports career
Okay so auditioning for a musical…doesn’t….work….as extra credit??? They wanted his grade raised and he wanted the kid in the show. The actual play the musical is based on has been picked apart and analyzed as a piece of literature so many times….so I could see “If he does my musical and writes a report on the play, I’ll give him extra credit” or something to that effect but just. ‘Audition and all your Problems will go away’. Lord What.
WE’RE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS SIMON KID.
Okay. Okay. The kid…is stereotypical ‘gay high schooler’ and we all damn well know that. Not my complaint. The thing was, bumping him down from Melchior to HANSCHEN made it SEEM like he was only getting cast as Hanschen because he’s The Gay™, because frankly, considering they were struggling to find boys, I would’ve initially put him as Moritz, from the brief scenes it seems like he could handle Moritz’s songs??? Moritz is the third lead and like, the fan favorite character, you’d wanna cast him pretty quick. And THEN they bust out he has a ““““““Very Religious”““““ family, like….really. Really. We’re doing that. Okay. Fine then. I can sit here and pretend I’ve actually met a homophobic Catholic person before if they’re at least gonna handle this well. But THEN. THEN. OKAY. We got that trailer for the full season at the end of the show and the kid playing Ernst said ‘Do you feel something when you’re with me’ and now….I see exactly what they’re doing….They’re having this kid play Hanschen while in real life he’s going to be in an Ernst-like situation….That’s so fucking cheesy and I haven’t yet fully decided how I feel about it??? I’m already tired tho. Anyway if someone hurts that boy I’m gonna go down to NBC with a baseball bat and start swinging. I can get in no problem. Just making that known.
Auli’i Cravalho….,,,we Stan
Her plot line seems a little muddled and Peak Dramatic right now but that scene near the end with her mother???? GIRL. KILL THEM.
Listen idk who the hell is playing the football player (Robbie was it?) but I already love him with my entire heart but like….the scene where he just started rapping at the pep rally….no one Does That lmao. Although I appreciate that he’s a lot less conflicted about joining the show than other athletes caught in this troupe before him? He was a little hesitant but it wasn’t Over The Top (looking at you, Troy Bolton). He seems really cute tho. I was Worried when he started rapping ‘All That’s Known’ but then he slid into actually singing and he was so good!!
LMAO when they were doing the song montage and all they could do for ‘Totally Fucked’ was “BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH” I was cracking up
I liked that they appear to have established the football player is into the shy girl BEFORE they do the show. Like, it’s still cliché as all hell, but at least it’s not like ‘I never noticed you were pretty or a cool person before the stage lights were on you’ type deal bc that’s exhausting.
My mom was cracking up when Simon was telling his Religious Parents™ about the show at the dinner table aasdfgh like yet another clearly intended to be dramatic scene turned funny by the camera work and editing but also like it was so….like my mom isn’t familiar with Spring Awakening itself but she’s familiar with a lot of other ~~~edgy~~~ shows bc I’ve either been in them or gotten her to see them with me and like. I’ve worked in and on shows with kids who’s parents were SUPER against the shows material and the roles their kids played but no one ever like….stopped their kids from doing it??? And like his parents being against the stuff in the play is like….the Point of the play? And also if he already knows the script he’s already been Exposed to it, so it’s not like keeping him out of the show is gonna keep him pure or whatever?? Idk I really just don’t get why they’re bothering with that plotline tbh
Rosie Perez is always so over the top and I am always so okay with it
On that same branch though like…I know Josh Radnor loves giving impassioned speeches…but who….talks like that? Lol. Just everything he said sounded like they were trying to hard for that Big Dreamer Life Changer Teacher troupe you know???
Listen I GET why that one girl would be mad because she usually gets the leads but also….Ilse….has the better songs???? Like if someone cast me as Ilse I’d fucking cry I literally want to get a tattoo for the ‘I Don’t Do Sadness’ song bc it fucks with me so much lmao. ALSO…..I’m very interested in the whole thing with Auli’i character’s mother sleeping with her father and her thinking Auli’i is a ‘whore just like her mother’ since Wendla is the tragically innocent character in the show who was too sheltered to know anything about sex and Ilse is a victim of incest who dealt with it by acting out sexually….like it’s definitely not the same as what I’m expecting them to do with the reversed Hanschen/Ernst storyline but it’s interesting to see the parallels between them since they’ve clearly had very different upbringings when it comes to mature issues like that
Speaking of tho, Auli’i struggling with ‘Mama Who Bore Me’ until she had a big fight with her mom and can suddenly belt it to hell and back……come on
Let Me Tell You How Much I Cringed When The Teacher Outed Michael To The Entire Cast
Like, dude….you know that only like yourself and one other student knows he’s transitioning and he didn’t even tell you himself….Like yes he auditioned for a male role but he signed with his birth name like…The teacher had that list before rehearsal he literally could’ve just pulled the kid aside and asked him what he wanted to do??? I’m glad they didn’t film any of the other kids, like, caring or being weird about it though. That might be a delayed plot line but they all seemed relatively accepting so that definitely made the whole situation a little more bearable to watch
OF COURSE the lights kid is homeless….because there wasn’t enough drama
Don’t get me wrong like it’s definitely an important issue but that’s my problem with shows like this, they just Pile Everything On to the point where it’s so much like…
And then he took the kid home which we all saw coming but like, did you see the wife’s face??? He has a cell phone, he could have at least called to warn her. Their marriage seems stressed, they’ve got an emo ass son Going Through Some Ambiguous Problem That Has Lead To Drinking, and now they‘re moving a homeless kid in on top of it like. It just feels less like ‘real life’ and more like ‘how much drama can we pile into this for views’ and also it was a lot for literally the first episode?
Who…has ever actually put on Pirates of Penzance….who has ever actually seen Pirates of Penzance….I’m not convinced it’s a real show lmao I laughed when he said he wanted to replace Spring Awakening with it what a JUMP
BURNING THE COSTUMES WAS SO FUCKING DRAMATIC ASDFGH WHO WOULD EVER?!?!?! I LOVED IT
Also though like why were they singing ‘I Believe’ for that part???? It definitely helped with the Drama And Aesthetic™ but it’s also. the rape song? Idk I think situation wise ‘Totally Fucked’ would’ve just been a better choice. They could have just done what the original broadway cast did on televised performances and changed it to ‘stuck’ lmao. Now, the moment definitely would’ve felt more….Glee-ish, with that song, so I guess they were trying to avoid that since this is a serious™ show but like again I just don’t see how ‘I Believe’ worked thematically
Also like the biggest problem this show had was PACING. Holy shit. This one episode felt like the entire season. Like literally…what else. What else can they do. These kids have apparently already been at it for weeks and are professional singers who have all the songs down for some reason. Like how many rehearsals do they have before the show??? Damn. They definitely could’ve slowed it down and dragged things out, it would‘ve felt a lot cleaner
All in all tho….For a first episode I’d give it like a solid 7 or 8???? I’m interested enough to check out episode two but I’m also cautiously expecting to fall out of the show either because of the pacing or just them piling on too much drama just for the sake of it. What did you think???
#Rise#nbc#josh radnor#auli'i cravalho#rise nbc#musicals#asks#molly mumbles#I think I'm missing notes#but the show ended over an hour ago lol
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Part 11
Parts One & Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six
/ Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten /
NGL i’m not super sold on this section. It’ll probably be either heavily edited before going up on AO3 or deleted all-together. TW anxiety/concussion stuff
It took three days until Jack could go into his bathroom without the nightlight setting off a migraine. Eric had to help a few times, much to his horror, and Jack made sure to turn on the water while he peed because he knew Eric waited just outside the door, listening in case he fell. It was too early in the relationship (was it even a relationship yet?) for learning each other’s bathroom habits.
“I don’t have regular ol’ job,” Eric had said when Jack worried about the days he spent in bed. “I work from home every day anyway so as long as I tweet once a day no one will think I’m dead and right now, that’s good enough.”
He’d cooked them brunch the first day Jack managed to be in his kitchen. All the curtains were closed until only narrow beams of light brightened the space. Omelets and biscuits, the latter of which Jack was quickly realizing was a new favorite food. He’d eaten one layer by layer as Eric cooked. Shitty had been delighted to come home from class to find leftovers waiting in the fridge for him.
The Falconers had two away games and won them both. Jack breathed a bit easier after the first game, a matchup with the Bruins. Teams that close to each other always formed intense rivalries and he’d dreaded not being on the ice with Marty and Tater. But a win was a win no matter who was on the ice. Or if a rebounded shot had ricocheted off the leg of a Bruins player and bounced into the goal. A win was a win.
Over glasses of orange juice Eric scrolled through Jack’s phone and read him well-wishing texts and emails. He pulled out his own phone and talked about tweets and tags and reblogs. Jack pretended his headache returned and Eric pushed his phone away, brows creased with concern. Jack wanted to scoop Eric from his stool and carry him to the couch, to hold him tight like in that last dream.
Instead he stole both phones from the counter top and stuffed them into the couch as quickly as he could. Eric was laughing too hard to stop him even though Jack was clumsy enough still that it took much longer than it should have. His phone had a thick rubbery case but Eric’s was protection-less and slippery in his fingers so he’d been extra careful.
They sat on the couch for a few hours as Eric read 1776 aloud. As the time passed Jack found himself leaning more and more towards the man he was so convinced was just a dream but every time their shoulders nearly brushed Eric would shift away.
Jack pushed the coffee table away with his foot and slid onto the floor. Eric paused in his reading. Waving him on, Jack sat in the figure-four position and began to stretch. If Eric wasn’t going to let him touch him then he was going to listen. He couldn’t help that he was drawn to brushing against Eric. He would have to keep himself away even though it felt like the scrape of a knife on a dinner plate.
Eric finished the chapter. He marked the spot with the scrap of paper Jack usually used and set the book on the empty couch cushion beside him. “How are you doin’?”
Jack shrugged. “That first night was rough but overall I’ve felt better than I did during my last concussion.”
“You don’t feel upset about missin’ games?”
Jack shrugged again and then felt stupid. Who shrugs that many times in a conversation? “Eh, yeah, but I’ve learned the hard way about taking care of myself. A few weeks of games isn’t worth my safety or my life.”
“My dad could take some points from you. He’s of the belief that the Player’s Safety Commission over exaggerates the danger of concussions. Says they’re tryin’ to make the game so weak MooMaw could play.”
Switching outstretched legs, Jack frowned. “Is he really ignoring all the research?”
“He’s been coachin’ football since he graduated his high school team. He’s a bit set in his ways.”
“Yeah, but there are even players who have talked about how post concussive syndrome and how it’s wrecked their lives-”
Eric held his hand up. “You’re preachin’ to the choir.”
Eric cooked dinner while Jack slipped back into the nearly black bedroom to rest. Jack’s appetite hadn’t even partially returned so he picked at most of his plate before Eric shooed him off. He lay in bed and drifted in and out of work, the sound of Eric typing on his computer drifting through the cracked door.
They’d unplugged the clock that sat on his bedside table. The neon green light had burned even though his closed eyes but now Jack wished it worked. He’d know when Shitty was going to be back or he’d know when there would be a game on.
He rolled over. Pressing his palm against the cool, empty space where Eric had spent the last several nights. He understood Eric’s hesitations. He did, really, and he’d back off on the touching. He just didn’t necessarily like the hesitations.
Jack had four things in his life that he knew were true: His parents loved him. Shitty loved him. His team had his back, no matter what. Hockey was his number one love.
He felt a fifth truth forming the past few days. Eric (Richard, he’d learned during one late sleepless night chat) Bittle was important. Jack didn’t know how yet, if Eric would let them be more or if they’d just be friends, but those dreams had brought them together for a reason.
Eric smiled when Jack emerged. It was toothy and free and Jack wanted to do whatever it took to make him do it again. He crossed the cold tile floor and sat on the barstool across from him, his hands firmly tucked under his legs. Shitty was snoring so loudly it was surprising he hadn’t woken himself up yet.
“Can’t sleep?” Eric asked. He hit a few buttons on his computer and then closed the lid. He’d lit several candles and left them burning in the center of the counter. The firelight darkened and brightened Eric’s hair, hid and showcased the freckles across his nose. Jack felt his breath disappear from his lungs. He searched Eric’s face with hungry eyes, mentally cataloguing every inch of him. His fingers pressed hard into the soft padding but he didn’t move them.
Eric tilted his head to the side. His lips pursed into something between a smirk and a grin. Jack had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from leaning over the wide countertop and kissing him.
“Jack?” The amusement was still evident in Eric’s voice but concern laced his voice.
He cleared his throat. “Eh, yeah. Hi.”
“It’s nearly three.”
Jack’s eyebrows rose. “Aren’t you tired?”
“Aren’t you?”
Jack shrugged- god, Jack, enough with the shrugging- but said no. “I think I’ve slept enough the last few days that I’m gonna stay up the next week.”
Eric shook his head the tiniest bit. He stood and offered Jack his hand. Without thinking about it Jack went around the edge of the counter, taking his warm hand. “Do you have any more of that sleepy tea?” he asked. He began to walk back to their- Jack’s bedroom, Jack falling into step beside him.
“Yeah, eh, I think so.”
Less than ten minutes later Jack was sitting in bed clutching a half-empty mug of warm tea. Eric was beside him with his own mug, talking quietly about how he and his MooMaw came up with the recipe when Eric was young. The kitchen candles were blown out save the one Eric brought into the bedroom.
Eric finished his tea first. He put the mug on his bedside table and flopped down on his back, arms spread wide. One hand hung off the edge of the bed and the other arm was pressed against Jack’s leg. Jack quickly chugged the rest of his drink and turned away to put his mug down, hiding his blush. Eric moved his arm as Jack slid down until his head was on the pillows.
He was expecting Eric to pull away again so Jack turned away, pulling off his t-shirt and dropping it over the side of the bed. When he lay on his back Eric was watching him, the earlier amusement on his face gone.
“Sorry, I normally don’t sleep with one on. I’ve been really hot at night with it on. I can put it back-”
“Oh hush. You should be comfortable. Don’t worry about anythin’ but that.”
“But-”
“It doesn’t bother me, Jack.” His words were quiet but still cut through the growing fog in Jack’s head. He reached over and brushed the tips of his fingers over the back of Jack’s hand.
His heart pounded at the touch. Eric’s face was mostly in shadow and unreadable. It remained that way when Jack turned onto his side facing him, and laced their hands together.
The silence in the room was heavy. Breathable but malleable, depending on what came next. The tea began to weigh on Jack’s eyelids but he forced them open. The distant Eric was gone and the warm, open, I’m –right-here Eric was in his bed. He didn’t want to miss these moments.
“How come you’re fine with me touching you now but you weren’t earlier? When we were on the couch?” He hadn’t meant to ask it. He was going to respect boundaries and limits. He was.
Eric played with Jack’s fingers. “Can you blame me for not wanting to get used to something I might not get to have for real?”
His words rang in Jack’s ears, sounding loaded and false and just…wrong. “How come this is okay?” He wiggled their hands. His mind raced as he tried to figure out why what Eric said bothered him.
“I-” Eric sighed. “Two reasons. One, I know how important it is to be comfortable when you’re healin’ so I’m here to make sure you’re doin’ okay and aren’t over exertin’ yourself. As for the second…don’t be makin’ fun of me for this, but if we’re lyin’ down and gettin’ ready to sleep, I can pretend it’s one of our dreams.
In daylight things get…messier. More real.” He avoided Jack’s eyes. “Now, I know how stupid I’m soundin’ but it’s workin’ so far so I’d appreciate any cruel opinions not bein’ voiced.”
Jack protested. “Eric, do you seriously think I’m going to be cruel to you?”
He wrinkled his nose. “Lord, even my momma doesn’t call me that. And honestly? No. I don’t think that, but I shouldn’t be relyin’ on my gut for major life decisions. I need talkin’ and trust and all the other important stuff.”
“I think you talk enough for both of us,” Jack chirped.
“Ha. Ha. Ha,” Eric said dryly.
“As for the other part,” he said, wrapping his fingers firmly around Eric’s and bringing his hand to his mouth. As he brushed his lips across each of his knuckles Eric’s mouth parted with a quiet gasp. “Don’t you know you already have it?”
In the dim light Eric blushed. “Lord, you keep harpin’ on this.”
Jack’s heart squeezed. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to force anything on you, I just don’t understand.” He inhaled as quietly as he could, held for four, and exhaled. Eric noticed and sat up. His movements dislodged the blankets from his chest.
“Darlin’, you haven’t done a thing wrong, okay? None of this apologizin’.” Eric hauled himself out of bed and filled the empty glass in the bathroom. Jack sat up in bed, the blankets falling away from his bare chest, and took the offered glass and pills. He swallowed them easily. When he handed the glass back to Eric he saw the hunger and longing in Eric’s eyes. They stared at each other for what felt like minutes until Eric broke away. He was muttering under his breath when he put the empty glass on his bedside table and slid under the covers. Jack couldn’t hear what it was.
Maybe he was regretting coming over to wait on Jack hand and foot. Maybe he regretted ever saying his name in that dream. Maybe he regretted ever moving to Providence because now he knew Jack and would see his face on promo material throughout the city. He was never going to be able to get away from Jack no matter how this ended. Maybe he didn’t know how to say that so he was just waiting here until he figured it out.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Jack had spent enough time fraying at the edge to know what a too-close spiral felt like. He glanced at Eric, who was curled on his side facing Jack with his eyes shut.
Tell him?
Don’t tell him?
Tell- no- don’t- don’t show him all the fragments of your heart because that’s how people get cut and don’t want to come back or help him clean it up. Why should someone stick around to love a heart that’s more in pieces than not? He’d repaired much of it himself, using tape and Elmer’s glue and what tiny bits of forgiveness he could manage but so much of himself was shattered beyond repair.
“Brah.” A hand, large and rough-skinned, rested on his shoulder. “You’re sitting in bed at home. It’s….it’s almost four in the morning. You’re safe.”
There was something in Jack’s hand. When he squeezed it, it squeezed back. Person. Who, though, no clue.
Jack just held on.
#omgcp#omg check please#check please#zimbits#jack zimmermann#eric bittle#i can't tell if i'm blah about this chapter because it sucks#or if i'm blah about this chapter because i'm blah#just get the first draft down and make it pretty later#anna is lame
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Survivor HHH Edgic Episode 1
I’ve never done this before and decided to make one for fun so hope anyone who might read enjoys!
CP: Ali, Ashley, Chrissy, Mike, Ryan
OTT: Alan, Joe
MOR: Ben, JP, Lauren, Patrick, Roark
UTR: Cole, Desi, Devon, Katrina
INV: Simone
Ryan - CPP5
The strongest edit of the episode was most definitely the bellhop from New Jersey, Ryan - who also managed to garner the most confessionals with 6 total. We immediately witness a narrative start for him on the boat as he describes his underdog nature and sarcastic reasons as to why anyone would align with him. He then goes to find the advantage among the supplies - a super immunity idol only good for first tribal which he will have to pass off to someone on the losing tribe if the hustlers are to win immunity. His strategy with the idol coupled with his establishment of a game relationship with Devon paints him in a good light this episode, and with it being premiere we can’t help to think he’s being set up for an journey this season.
Chrissy - CP5
While not getting the same positive tone as Ryan, Chrissy still received a pivotal edit for the premiere. She was first to showcase a confessional this season, and was already displaying her strategy for the game. However, her boost in an edit came in the back half of the episode where she threw up after the challenge, was pinned as in the minority with Katrina in the “Mom Squad,” and finally proceeded to be given the super immunity idol by an anonymous Ryan. The idol and her being a potential target gave us a direct path into the inner workings of her mind this round, as her contemplation for making a move took up a solid chunk of the strategy edit. All of this summed Chrissy up for a strong CP premiere edit.
Ashley - CP4
While Ashley fell into a bit of a secondary character roll with Chrissy and Alan dominating a lot of the hero edit by the end of the episode, we still saw a look inside of Ashley’s motives and thinking. She established a relationship with JP as well as was the voice reacting to Alan’s antics, both in confessionals and at the tribal council itself. While she her being cut early due to her supposed duo with JP is not fully clear yet, getting insight on her potential story supplied for a solid edit.
Mike - CPM3
Placing a medium tone on Mike was a bit of a thought out decision. The audience got insight on his game based on the outlet of family talk, and family talk always seems to be a pretty good sign of character development in my experience. Where his tone went from a positive to a medium was his altercation with Tony Vlachos impersonator, Joe. While Joe was a bit aggressive with Mike, it doesn’t save for the fact that he was caught in the act of an idol search anyway, dumbing him down ever so slightly into a medium tone.
Ali - CP3
Definitely the most subtle of the CP’s this episode was the hustler tribe’s, Ali. When I almost put her into the MOR bracket, I went over again her path in the episode and realized in terms of a premiere episode, she was set up a bit better than the others. She displayed a very level head and seemed to know what she was doing, and established a connection with Patrick, who doesn’t seem to be the most strategic player as of yet. Thinking back to the person who was most recently edited this way in premiere is MVGX’s Mari, who faced a very untimely elimination after a CP edit in episodes 1 and 2. Nonetheless, Ali showed her potential right out of the gates, and the fact that she received a “boat question” from Probst and gave some insight on how a hustler should work was enough for her to crack through to complex personality.
Alan - OTTN5
Someone getting an OTTN5 right off the bat is always good television, and the case of football star Alan of the heroes was no exception. While this could be summed up in simply getting into a guy’s pants for an idol (and possibly something else because you never know which way these people swing if ya know what I mean), if you look more under the surface it was simply a case of playing too hard right out of the gates. Unlike people who did this in recent memory such as So Kim in Worlds Apart, Alan somehow managed to evade first boot. His paranoia, strip searching methods, signs of quickly turning on an alliance, and making a scene at tribal are all worthy of this edit.
Joe - OTTN3
Tony step aside! I think it’s pretty safe to say that this guy had a lot of similarities to our favorite/least favorite villain cop of Cagayan. Muscled and bald? Check! Aggressive energy that makes you only slightly uncomfortable? Check! Immediate paranoia? Check! And bullying into getting information? Yep! That’s a check. His confessional of manipulating the healers with their “big hearts” to get ahead as well as his confronting Mike about an idol was enough for the standard villain edit. Where his visibility fell a little shorter was simply based on screen time, as the villain of the heroes, Alan, ended up taking up more time due to tribal council. Nonetheless, this was a great foundation for an emerging villain of the season, or at least pre-merge.
JP - MOR4
After being the victim of #StripGate2017 you would think JP got a pretty prominent edit. While a lot of the screen time fell onto Ashley to get thoughts on the situation, JP was still a character to watch. Ashley may have overshadowed him, but the possibility of his partnership with her as well as his potential budding rivalry with Alan was enough for him to be memorable.
Ben - MOR3
This was someone I almost cracked into the CP, but decided against it. Ben seemed to be someone who got a “good-ole-boy” edit, and while we got insight on what he does to make him a hero, there wasn’t much strategy behind it. However, we did get some strategy in the form of his quick slapping together of the majority alliance on the heroes.
Patrick - MOR3
While on the hustler tribe, Patrick proved to be a character. He was playful and ever so slightly aloof with his antics involving the stick bug and the crab in his pants. While we could wonder if the magic of the stick bug will award him a win like it did for Mike Holloway in Worlds Apart, the main focus of Patrick was his relationship forming with Ali. Where Patrick falls slightly short in the edit is that he was seemingly recruited by Ali as an ally. This could prove great for Patrick, or slightly problematic for Patrick depending on how he goes about the situation.
Lauren - MOR2
Placing the fisher from the hustler tribe was difficult, seeing as she could debatably also be in UTR. However, with her showing her work around camp this proved to her trying to assimilate. On a tribe of young people and Lauren being the oldest at 35, she’s going to have to if she wants a chance to get through the beginning stages of the game, and taking initiative in the shelter building could be beneficial with her. You’d have to hope this is a good sign that she gets farther than many may expect, as she could have easily fallen into the doomed “Mom-Squad” category that Chrissy and Katrina were unwillingly sucked into.
Roark - MOR2
Rounding out the MOR edit is Roark of the healers. In the beginning we saw Roark work the end of the marooning challenge, where she held the torch to win the massive bonfire for her tribe. In the other instance we saw her, it wasn’t much, but it was something to work off of for future episodes. She was just edging onto UTR where we saw the wheels turning in her head, however it was very isolated to her confessional. There was no aligning on her part, and no one spoke about her in their own confessionals, so it would seem she was simply one of the few left on the strategic back-burner for the premiere episode.
Devon - UTRP2
All we really saw of the surf instructor this episode was - while important - not predominant. Ryan disclosing to Devon that he had the super immunity idol was really a part of Ryan’s dominating episode storyline, where Devon seemed to be playing background character. Nonetheless, it is important to the narrative (albeit that may be Ryan’s narrative). On top of that, his happy-go-lucky outlook and Ryan’s comments on him after Devon’s reaction to the idol reveal was enough to give him a positive tone for the episode.
Jessica - UTR2
The edit for Jessica was really just her thirsting for tribe-mate Cole. What could potentially come from this is a duo forming in some way, whether that be friendship or showmance (probably showmance because let’s face it - these people tend to have no self control). This was probably just a case of Jessica not being as important to the narrative, but at least it was some form of screen time.
Katrina - UTR2
Poor, poor Katrina. We hardly knew her. And not in a way that it was just her going for the first episode. I mean we seriously, hardly got to know her at all this episode. A lot of this falls onto how the tribal council was handled by both players and editors, where we saw after massive havoc and chaos a unanimous vote against the easy target, and we saw the editors give barely any insight as to why. For a first boot, she was highly under-edited, and I wish I could rank her better.
Cole - UTRP1
While the eye candy of the healer tribe was given the always fun and previously mentioned “boat question” from Probst, and was also drooled over by Jessica, the fact that Cole was given no confessionals speaks to his edit this episode. The fact that the entirety of his narrative was from dialogue with the host and others speaking of him gives him an edit, but not one dictated by himself.
Desi - UTR1
Not someone we saw much of, but this could probably be attributed to a lot of the screen time going to the heroes and the hustlers for premiere. Desi is someone who is hard to get a read on at the moment, however she wasn’t completely invisible, as we saw some of the workings of her mind in a single confessional as someone identifying as a healer.
INV1 - Simone
So I was hoping no one would fall into this episode 1. I was really, really hoping. But unfortunately for Simone, that wasn’t the case. While one could argue her edit was drowned out by the other hustlers, if the highlight of your edit is putting down what you’re doing to see your other 5 tribe-mates hauling a log onto camp then that speaks for itself. Sorry Simone! Better luck next time. There’s always the chance she’s being saved for later in the minds of the editors, so we could hold out hope she’ll become more prominent... if she manages to make it more than 3 episodes in.
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10 to watch: Mayor’s Edition FOR THE WEEK OF AUG 6
10 TO WATCH: RICK HORROW’S TOP SPORTS/BIZ/TECH/PHILANTHROPY ISSUES FOR THE WEEK OF AUGUST 6
with Jamie Swimmer & Jesse Leeds Grant
With the 2018 PGA Championship returning to St. Louis for the first time in 26 years, the event is expected to generate $102 million for Missouri’s economy, according to the PGA of America. That number is right in line with recent previous economic impacts of the PGA Championship: $100 million at Quail Hollow in Charlotte last year, $100 million at Baltusrol in New Jersey in 2016, and $102 million at Whistling Straits in Kohler, Wisconsin in 2015. According to the National Golf Foundation, the total size of Missouri’s total golf economic impact in 2010 was $1.7 billion with a direct golf economy of $888.6 million. This includes supporting 21,000 jobs and $485.1 million in annual wage income. There are a total of 320 golf facilities in Missouri. And a study by TEConomy Partners found that golf is an $84 billion industry, up 22% in the last five years, and impacts nearly two million jobs while supporting $58.7 billion in annual wage income. After his WGC-Firestone win on Sunday, all eyes will be on Justin Thomas in St. Louis this week, as Thomas attempts to defend his PGA Championship title and join Tiger Woods as the only players to win back-to-back in stroke play. (A few eyeballs may be on Tiger, too.)
Power of Sports, presented by Group1001, profiles college football teams and notable coaches’ efforts off the field to make a difference in the community. This month’s episode includes a one-on-one interview with University of Alabama Head Coach Nick Saban. In the interview, Saban discusses his philanthropic initiatives, including working with wife Terry as part of Nick’s Kids Foundation. Saban, who was inspired to lead the foundation based on his father’s example, says, “There’s not much that we do that can make us feel better than when we help someone else.” The organization supports local youth by promoting their education through juvenile delinquent centers, first-generation scholarships, community centers in church communities, and more. The episode also highlights University of Nebraska – Lincoln’s former head coach, Tom Osborne, and his TeamMates, a school-based mentoring program that supports kids by pairing mentors and mentees as they connect over the course of the academic year. Texas A&M, University of Oklahoma, Auburn, and University of Illinois are also featured. As college teams return to camp to prepare for the season ahead, it’s rewarding to be able to report uplifting stories in the midst of the usual scandals, controversies, and trash talk.
On the heels of the Supreme Court’s decision to legalize sports betting in all 50 states, the NBA has become the first major American sports league to sign an official gaming partner. According to SportsBusiness Journal, the NBA signed a multiyear sponsorship with MGM Resorts International, reportedly worth more than $25 million over three years. As the league’s official gaming partner, MGM will be given access to “official league data for use in betting,” though the NBA will still retain the rights to license its data to other gaming operations, which seems likely to happen. The deal also includes rights to the WNBA. The deal struck by Commissioner Adam Silver was done in a fashion to give the league flexibility going forward in the rapidly emerging and evolving space. “Rather than re-litigating the integrity fee, which is still being hotly discussed state by state, it was about finding an approach unique to us where we both feel we’re being fairly treated,” said Silver. For MGM, getting the NBA’s data was crucial. “I know the value of data,” said MGM Resorts Chairman and CEO Jim Murren. “To be able to have the official NBA data for sports bettors around the world is very valuable. I was willing to, and I’ve paid for that.” The gaming partner ice is broken – expect other American pro leagues to look very, very closely at similar deals.
Oak View Group executives remain confident that Seattle’s push to land NBA and NHL teams will ultimately come down to the arena. According to the Seattle Times, KeyArena’s estimated $700 million in upgrades are meant to make the iconic venue a “top-third revenue producer for both the NHL and NBA.” The way that the arena is being renovated, with dedicated locker rooms for three teams, including the WNBA Storm, will add another 50,000 square feet to the arena, expanding the walls outward while preserving the existing roof. Construction is expected to being no later than early November so that the project can be completed by October, 2020 “in time for that year’s NHL season opener.” The seating capacity at KeyArena will be expanded for both sports expected to be played there, jumping several hundred up to 17,400 for NHL and 18,600 for NBA games. Seattle is a proven hoops town, so those 18,000+ seats shouldn’t be hard to sell out – in year one, anyway.
The NCAA Commission on College Basketball, chaired by former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice, has recommended that new, regulated summer camps should replace a number of shoe brand-sponsored tournaments. According to JohnWallStreet, the Commission believes that these shoe-sponsored tournaments, mostly on the AAU circuit, have largely led to what has now become a full-blown scandal with FBI involvement across college hoops. By replacing some of these tournaments across the country, the new camps would hopefully mitigate some of the influence that such preeminent shoe companies as Nike, Adidas, and Under Armour have over young players. The new regional summer camps would be run by USA Basketball and “supersede (in terms of talent/coaches attending) existing tournaments.” A vote will take place within the next 30 days based on the Commission of College Basketball’s final recommendations and, if approved, “the changes could be implemented in time for summer 2019.” The payola shoe, it appears, is no longer on the other foot.
The Oakland A’s continue to struggle to find a new stadium location, facing opposition from local political groups everywhere they turn. According to the San Francisco Chronicle, the A’s current location of choice, Port of Oakland’s Howard Terminal near Jack London Square, is now being protested by a group identifying itself as “Project Oakland’s Shoreline Economy.” The anonymously-run group has posted a flyer outlining a list “of drawbacks to the proposed move, including severe tragic impact to nearby warehouses and neighborhoods and the hundreds of millions of dollars in taxpayer-funded infrastructure that will be needed.” This type of local opposition is very similar to what negated the A’s chances of building a ballpark next to Laney College near downtown Oakland, the team’s initial first choice. The club has tried to renovate its current home, the Oakland-Alameda County Coliseum, to make it more fan-friendly, but a new stadium is still badly needed.
Since being given the green light to start MLS play in a few years, Nashville bid organizers still need to figure out their stadium situation. According to the Nashville Tennessean, under a deal proposed by Nashville Mayor David Briley, local club owners would be forced to pay the city $200,000 annually over 30 years “to lease land at the fairgrounds for a private mixed-use development next to a new stadium.” Financial terms for this deal were previously undisclosed. That $200,000 annually would eventually equate to at least $6 million over the deal’s lifetime – a significant cash windfall for the booming city. The club would still retain all of the parking revenue generated by MLS games, though the deal calls for the team to “split proceeds from non-soccer events at the stadium with the fairgrounds.” Further, Mayor Briley’s Communications Director Michael Cass confirmed that if the fairgrounds’ piece of revenue comes out to more than $200,000 in any given year then the “fairgrounds will get that larger amount instead of the base rent.” As lucrative as an MLS team is poised to be for local franchise owners, bringing a team to Nashville seems poised to provide a financial boost for the city as well.
LeBron James opens school, offers free uniforms, meals, and bikes. LeBron James Family Foundation and Akron Public Schools (APS) announced a partnership to design a new Akron public school, called the I PROMISE School. While committees of local leaders, educators, parents, and experts are currently forming that will determine many of the logistics of the new school, the proposed vision for the I PROMISE School is an expansion of APS curriculum with a STEM, hands-on, problem-based, learning focus infused with LJFF’s “We Are Family” philosophy. “This school is so important to me because our vision is to create a place for the kids in Akron who need it most – those that could fall through the cracks if we don’t do something,” James said in a statement prior to the opening of the school. “We’ve learned over the years what works and what motivates them, and now we can bring all of that together in one place along with the right resources and experts. If we get to them early enough, we can hopefully keep them on the right track to a bigger and brighter future for themselves and their families.” By 2022, the school will have about 1,000 students in first through eighth grades. President Trump, take note.
Derrick Rose launches college scholarship fund. Minnesota Timberwolves guard Derrick Rose announced he has started a college scholarship program, which will award more than $400,000 in tuition money. The Rose Scholars program will focus on students who are “civically minded and demonstrate a willingness to lead.” “I hope to provide students a path to college that was not previously available to them, I am proud to continue to help children pursue higher education as a means to better themselves and their communities,” said Rose. He added that one grand prize winner can win up to $200,000, and two other winners can win up to $20,000 each. The program is open to high school sophomores, juniors, and seniors.
10.Dodgers break ground on 50th Dreamfield. Fifteen years ago, the Los Angeles Dodgers Foundation and its partners constructed the first Dodgers Dreamfield in an effort to increase baseball and softball access for young athletes in underserved communities throughout the Los Angeles area. Last week, the program came full circle with the groundbreaking ceremony for a milestone 50th Dreamfield at Algin Sutton Recreation Center, home of the very first Dreamfield in 2003. "In 2003, we made a promise to the city of Los Angeles that we would build these 50 fields, and today is really a celebration," said Nichol Whiteman, executive director of the Los Angeles Dodgers Foundation. "It's really special to be able to provide these places, these positive recreational spaces, to children in underserved communities." The latest Dreamfield is a $300,000 baseball and softball playing field that is partially funded by donations from the City of Los Angeles Department of Recreation and Parks, the Tyler Development Corporation, the LA84 Foundation, and Dodgers outfielder Yasiel Puig. Since 2003, more than $10 million has been invested in the Dodgers Dreamfield program.
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