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[ID: A parody of the Goofy, Patrick, and Fluttershy driving a car meme. The scene is redrawn to have Reigen Arataka from Mob Psycho 100 replacing Goofy behind the wheel, Steelbeak from the 1991 Darkwing Duck cartoon sitting across him instead of Patrick, and Jim Hawkins from Treasure Planet sitting in the back in place of Fluttershy. They all mimic the angry disposition of the original characters. End ID]
That one comfort oc redraw meme
#two dads that just had a fight but still have to take their teenage son to soccer practice#add reigen arataka to the pile of steelbeak divorces#thats 7 divorces for those counting#my art#steelbeak#darkwing duck#dwd#arataka reigen#mob psycho 100#jim hawkins#treasure planet
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recently i have seen too many takes on itoshis having unhealthy parents... or their parents were neglectful of them... or pressurizing and i just wanna take a hot minute BEC WHAT ARE PEOPLE ON?!?
#LIKE HOW?!?????#eveeything sae does speaks volumes of how much he misses home... i mean if he had the kind of parents he wouldnt have music/show#that reminds him of his home...#and the whole he was pressured... bruh that kid was failing school how tf was he pressured to pursue soccer?#i very firmly believe sae's soccer practice was funded by real bec he was scouted ... he didnt apply and stuff now did he?!?#but fine grey area... but honestly they wouldve pushed sae for academics as well bec i know asian parents okay..#extra curs hold no value lol but DID THEY?? NOPE AND THAT TELLS THEY WERE ACTUALLY SUPPORTIVE OF HIS CAREER!!!#plus the healthy relatiosnhip sae and rin had as kids also speaks about their parentship!!#SAE AND RIN ARE FUCKED UP has nothing to do w their parents.. like i am sorry but i dont believe it...#and also sae misses his mums cooking?!? IF THEY HAD MONEY HIS MOM WOULD BE COKKING SM TO MAKE HIM MISS HER COOKING.#wouldnt*#THEY BOTH WERE LOVED AND ADOREDD!! and not compared!!#i ramblesss#blue lock#sae itoshi#rin itoshi
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So did any other autistic people have ABA therapists encourage your parents to have you participate in a "variety of activities" as a young kid to prevent you from developing special interests?
Did that prevent you from practicing an activity long-term, thus keeping you from being good at anything? And as an adult, did that inhibit your ability to develop hobbies and find interests that you're passionate about?
Because that’s sure what it did to me.
#autism#ableism#ableist nonsense#aba#anti aba#anti ableism#I mean its not like i didnt develop hobbies and find things that im skilled at#but i feel like the fact that my parents/ABA 'therapists' were trying to prevent 'autistic behavior' limited my potential#I'm glad that my parents encouraged my art skills to the point that it became my career path#and that Im at least skilled and talented in THAT#but i wish i could go back in time and trade all of those sports activities out for ONE sport and music#I did soccer. baseball. dance. karate. ice skating. etc. None of it stuck. I remember almost none of those skills now.#Because id only do it for a year or two before I was encouraged to try something else before it became a special interest#I feel like id be in a much better place now if i was simply allowed to have special interests#aba is abuse#aba is meant to eradicate autistic traits for the convenience of parents. not to produce healthy adults#Im trying to develop new hobbies now. But with the way i was raised its extremely difficult to learn and keep practicing#this certainly isnt the worst thing that ABA has done to me. But its one that i dont see many others talk about#i wish i had been allowed to have special interests. I wish i had been allowed to be autistic without ridicule#the fact that my family STILL looks back on my 'variety of interests' as a good thing is also depressing#the fact that they keep saying 'its a good thing we got early intervention' makes me upset#I know that they mean well. Theyre glad i can communicate verbally and could graduate college#But they treat my autism like its cancer. The constantly tell me that the abuse was justified. That i NEEDED it#this is why we need autism ACCEPTANCE. Not awareness. ACCEPTANCE.
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Remembering tht period of time where Nintendo was making Mario games w new antagonists in both their major spinoff series so bowser was in his “just some guy” era miss that
#it’s like#post giving him another kid but pre disowning the rest of the kids#so the guy unofficially had 8 kids you could just like run into him at a pharmacy or some shit#didn’t have time to fuck shit up it’s his week to bring snacks to soccer practice#not dead just in my ‘wanna talk abt Nintendo villains’ *you started a call that lasted 9 hrs* phase#✌️✌️✌️
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@ishtarssideblog — I put them into the Butchlander no powers enemies to coparents to fuckbuddies to lovers au. 😶
#soldier boy x hughie campbell#(if you find this in the tags there’s a part 2 in the notes)#the way I spent 1h+ on this#thanks to ONE wayward comment#i can’t stop thinking about the concept#i was about to add another layer that reveals that B is VERY aware that his little bro is getting his back blown out rn#but I had to stop myself#but the combination of him trying to nudge things into place while Hughie goes I do NOT see it!!!! is so funny to me#‘we could…pass the time?’ ‘pass the time?! my best friend is getting MURDERED right now! ‘ — *long suffering sigh*#oh also B did give him the wrong time but Butcher is still late. because he was ‘picking up Ryan from soccer practice’#not me acting like this au exists outside of our conversations 😭😭😭😭😭#I’m literally just procrastinating but I woke up this morning and I knew I had to write it#BenHughie
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think it's v funny that statistically speaking i prefer post-hiatus fall out boy and yet was accused of being a loser alt-poisoned pop hater. actually im on another level.
#been going thru their albums as part of my little post-where are ur boys research dig for funsies#and maybe its because my mom played srar in her hhr when picking me up from soccer practice but its kinda the best shit theyve ever made 🤔#best set of features too (though its v funny fob have never had to reckon with the courtney love feature LMAO)#my posts
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Tell us about your day🫶
aw the fact u guys actually responded to wanting to hear about my day made me smile and really happy :) but anyways, tw vomitting
it’s been quite odd. i barely slept last night because i was procrastinating about an assessment that i had today, and because of that i woke up in the morning feeling very very bad and i was a walking zombie throughout the morning. i didn’t eat breakfast but i drank an iced tea bc idk why and then thirty minutes later i was in the bathroom throwing it up and contemplating my life choices. then i said fuck it and skipped the rest of my classes including the assessment and went home where i proceeded to sleep and draw. then i realized that my closet was big enough for me to sit in if i crouched and i sat in there in the dark reading a book for at least half an hour. now i’m in bed and i’m writing this. i’m going to sleep now. i hope u guys enjoyed <3
#i feel a bit better#i have soccer practice tomorrow so i hope i’ll feel well enough for that#alright guys i love you all so much i just wanted to say#ty for saying you wanted to hear about my day it made me smile 🫶🏽#i hope you’ve had a better day than me my love
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successfully got dressed and took the kids to the park and got great looks from other parents about my mask i'm JUST TRYING TO KEEP YOU SAFE
#t's first soccer practice is tomorrow and i had to cancel and feel terrible#i'm not going to try and coach with a mask when it's 94 degrees and sunny#so we'll start friday#lingering cough and fatigue and headache but definitely feeling better than i was#hopefully get through this coming week without anyone else getting sick day 10 will be thursday#was still a strong pos yesterday morning but i'll test again tomorrow... afternoon prob
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ok realizing that all my shows lately are pretty much about soccer and/or murder but i would just like to say as a Soccer Girl from a Soccer Family with a Soccer Dad, if you are a television writer/director/producer/actor and you didn't play soccer, please for the love of god make sure that SOMEONE is analyzing the frame to make sure nobody's offsides. please. please i am begging you. also yellowjackets if your players aren't immediately running back to your keeper on the third whistle (OF A CHAMPIONSHIP NO LESS) then what kind of fucking team are they. yeah sure ok they eat each other. fine. BUT THEY WOULD HAVE GONE TO GET THEIR FUCKING KEEPER
#even my team did that for me and my coach did NOTHING to encourage it because i wasn't good enough for him and he didn't take me seriously#as a keeper or a player or a fucking captain#he was obsessed w my co-captain even though she was 0% committed#literally we would plan captains' practices over the summer and she wouldn't fucking show up to them#which meant nobody else did either because she was literally captain bc she was popular and influential#and a ranked lacrosse player who basically just played soccer to stay fit in the off season but was therefore v athletic#like not particularly good at soccer but fast and coachable which served the team v well#espec we were like the only two senior starters who had been starters as juniors#but the point is she didn't CARE. i cared SO MUCH#but i was also having an Intense Personal Crisis senior season so of course he didn't take me seriously. whatever. it's fine#(i'm clearly still bitter but like. the point is that i was a SOCCER GIRL do NOT piss me off)
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I always forget this wasn’t a thing everywhere but my high school had a fun and innovative way to torment us in PE. They got heart rate monitors. It was this awful strap that went under the bra line and paired to a watch. The first day was great cause we got to set our resting heart rate. We did this by laying in a dark room and napping.
But then once a week we’d have to strap on these monitors and go running. The monitors were old tech and didn’t always pick up your heartbeat, so you’d have to use cold water between it and your skin to get a better connection, gods know why. Warm water never worked. After the day our watches would be collected and our efforts recorded.
The idea was that if your heart beat too fast you were supposed to stop, and if it was too slow you’d speed up. In practice this was ridiculous, staying in the green zone all class was ridiculously difficult.
Even people like me who were stubbornly resistant to running the mile couldn’t stand the horrific constant beeping and made attempts to placate the reviled machine. It was always fairly miserable. I had PE first thing in the chilly morning, dashing cold water on my skin before running around half awake was the low point of my week.
But for some unknown reason, the teacher insisted that no play could happen on these days. We were given the freedom to run all over campus but woe betide us if we tried to make a game that actually made this enjoyable.
We’d initiate games of tag only to get yelled at for not just… running. Any kind of play was forbidden. On one memorable occasion someone got a kickball and we started an impromptu soccer game with it.
If someone’s heart rate got too high they’d drop to their knees to wait out the shrieking of their watch so an extra element was added to the game of trying to win without going too hard. I remember being absolutely delighted, the thrill of that game still lives in my heart, hoping I could score a goal before my heartbeat betrayed me to the hated watch.
When the PE teacher found us we were soundly scolded and the ball was confiscated. Our happiness burst like a soap bubble and we turned our back to the enchantment of the green field and resumed slogging along in a grey haze as expected.
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sorry this is a bsd blog now /j
no i just want to share this stupid edit i made awhile ago after i was talking with friends about tan lines and i think i made a joke about how awful dazai's tan lines would be with those bandages and i had An Epiphany that he totally would've fucking had tan lines On His Face from his face bandages. its still really funny to me.
#milgran't#stray dog bosting#fun 0809 fact. i had awful tan lines on my face growing up because i had long hair that framed my face and i never tied it up--#--unless i was playing sports. so when id put my hair into a ponytail for practice or games it looked like i was wearing a Tan Mask.#my face was very tan but when youd move my hair back... the parts of my face my hair covered were Pale#it was really funny#i also had god awful tan lines from soccer. but. those werent as funny though they still definitely got commented on by people MFKDLSF
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fucking hate doing uni work with people who aren't my designated group project friends cause some people really just blatantly plagiarize and copy from chatgpt like huh you didn't even try to hide it
#we have to answer 8 questions in a group of three#so i took three and the others took three and two#one of these girls had very short answers which like fine they're not great with no context or much detail but they do answer the questions#but the other one who went on about hating this subject (like i do!) sends massive massive answers for each of her questions#and those answers are like these are the classifications of a business society: 1. anonymous society: text text text. legal foundation: tex#2. xxx society: text text text. legal foundation: text and on and on#like bruh#at the very least change the topics into running text#thankfully it's not for tonight but for tomorrow#i told her she should change it into running text so hopefully she's doing that right now#if i wake up tomorrow and it's not there i'll tell her again#have soccer practice from 8-11am and then later might help out some ppl from my legal orientation clinic if they need it#and whenever i'm done with that i'll check again#if she did do it i'll run it through a plagiarism detector#cause i know someone who did another project with her that ran it and it showed like 70%#if it shows any plagiarism i'll have to just do it myself...#wish at least this project was for another subject#cause like i said i genuinely hate this subject and i really don't know shit about it so i'd have to study to answer her questions properly#like i did to answer mine! instead of asking chatgpt!#my post
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I’m so tired of playing adult in my parents’ household
#it’s just.#ugh#my brothers were having a meltdown because of homework and instead of like#idk#being nice#my dad snapped at them and then took them out for soccer practice??#and it’s been over two hours and he’s still upset#and so I had to go clean the whole kitchen because he was upset that my mom didn’t#she had surgery like two weeks ago and is relying on the rest of us to take care of the house#I’m#*screams*#I love my dad but sometimes. I wish he would react to things differently#he doesn’t do well with stress and that’s the root issue here but#I just still#softbobamilktae txt
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HEHE HI HERE U GO <3 HAPPY FRIDAY!!!!!
afab!reader, thigh riding, neglect kink tbh, brat tamer!simon?, soft!simon and mean!simon hehe, maybe a lil hurt/comfort if u squint
"please, si!" you practically sobbed, rutting your hips desperately against his thigh.
simon sat still, lidded eyes cast over your shoulder to the tv that played a soccer match. he huffed through his nose but didn't offer any other verbal acknowledgement to your whines.
you had disturbed him while he watched the game, pawing at him and begging for him to fuck you. he had ignored you completely so you naturally took matters into your own hands. you figured if you got him worked up enough, he would give in and give you attention instead of the stupid tv.
but before you knew it, you were naked and rocking against his thigh. you were the only one between the two of you who showed any signs of being worked up.
and simon? completely ignored you. he refused to offer any assistance, even when you teetered dangerously on your knees and almost toppled over.
it honestly infuriated you as much as it turned you on. maybe it even embarrassed you a little to be ignore like this while completely naked and needy all over him.
he wouldn't flex his thigh to give you anything solid to grind on (although his thigh was pretty firm even when relaxed) and he certainly wasn't offering any words of encouragement to help you along. he simply stared over your shoulder at the tv, acting like he didn't have his sweet little love grinding a nice, wet pussy against him.
he was hard in his sweats; that long, thick cock tenting in his pants. it was the only indication that he even noticed what you were doing.
"s-simon!" you pathetically wailed, suddenly stopping your movements when you realized you most definitely weren't going to be able to cum with him ignoring you like this. you rested your head against his shoulder and tried to quell the intense trembling that wracked your whole body.
under the sound of the cheers on tv, he could hear the sound of you sniffling and crying. he let you sit there for a second until you finally slumped in defeat against him.
you let your breathing come down before you rolled off of his lap and shamefully began to pick up your clothes, completely unaware of the way he now watched you instead of the tv. he could see the dejected little frown on your lips and it made his own quirk up.
you were so cute.
before you could slink away to pout in the bedroom, he caught your wrist in his hand, tugging you back into his lap. you caught yourself against his chest, looking at him in bewilderment. you still had little tears in your eyes, no doubt still nursing hurt feelings from him ignoring you.
"you done bein' a demanding little brat?" he asked.
if you had doggy ears he's sure they'd be flattened shamefully against your head right about now with the pathetic little look you gave him. you nodded your head and normally he'd request verbal assurance but he let it slide.
instead, he shifted his hips and situated you on it once again, your cunt still wet and sticking to the fabric of his sweatpants.
"get to it then," he mutters, fixating his gaze back on the tv. he could see you pout out of the corner of his eye, clearly not feeling as confident as you had before. his hands came up to your hips, kneading the softness there in encouragement before flexing his thigh against you.
at that, you finally started to move, slowly rutting your hips against the firm muscle. with his hands stabilizing you, you freely plucked at your own nipples, rolling the buds between your fingers as you humped him.
you slowly got louder and louder as the pleasure grew until he couldn't hear the announcers on the tv. gritting his teeth, he cupped the back of your head and pulled your face against his shoulder to muffle you. you took the hint, biting down into the fabric of his shirt as your eyes rolled back.
you were so close. and the way he began to bounce his thigh beneath you wasn't helping to slow it down.
you gripped onto him for dear life, arms around his shoulders before pulling your head back despite your intentions to keep quiet and not disturb him any more than you had already. but truthfully, simon didn't mind listening to you cum.
you sweetly called his name, babbling about how you were cumming and how good you felt. he bit back a smile, running his hand down your back to express his unspoken fondness of you.
before long, after a few, sloppy rabbiting movements of your hips, you finally came to a halt. you slumped against him, panting and twitching.
"you done?" he asked, doing his best to sound like this whole endeavor had been a nuisance.
you sheepishly looked up at his profile and nodded your head. but you didn't make any moves to leave him, instead curling against his chest and cuddling as close to him as you could. and he acquiesced, dropping the mean façade in favor of wrapping you up in his strong arms and pressing a kiss to your temple.
#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley smut#simon riley smut#ghost x reader#ghost smut#cod smut#cod x reader
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☆༉ — YUUJI ITADORI. isn’t it weird? how love never changes.
about. no matter what anyone says, yuuji itadori’s love for you is unwavering and he hopes that you’ll never see a reason to change. not for anyone, not even him. (1K)
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, characters are aged up to 20s and in college, weird gf and jock bf, yuuji is a jock and has obnoxious teammates, reader is an introvert and wears glasses, selfship coded i fear, fem!reader.
“itadori, don’t you think your girlfriend is a little.. weird?”
the pink haired jock blinks once, then frowns as he tugs a fresh shirt over his head — practice with his soccer team had ran a little longer than anticipated and he didn’t feel like coming home to you, his girlfriend, in a stinky old shirt.
yuuji’s not sure when the topic of locker room talk had switched onto him and his love life but he cares enough to bite — not about to let his teammates talk smack about his girl. “where’d you get that idea from?”
another teammate speaks up. “when she comes to your games, she wears your sweatshirts but doesn’t cheer for you at all.”
“she’s just shy, nothing wrong with that.” yuuji counters.
“whenever we hang out at the after partie she’s always… clinging onto you… doesn’t drink with any of us.”
“i told you, she’s a little shy,” he stands up a little straighter this time, narrowing his eyes. “and parties aren’t for everyone. she might not like them but she’s there to support me. shouldn’t that be enough?”
“but dude…” someone else speaks up. “don’t you find any of that strange? like she’s just… weird.”
yuuji can’t get home fast enough after that. he almost falls to pieces when he sees you singing and shuffling your way through the cupboards in his dorm kitchen — making yourself a snack. he loves it when you stay over and he gets to watch you like this, so calm and at ease in his space. he feels grateful to even be sharing it with you.
weird isn’t a word that yuuji itadori would use to describe his girlfriend.
he finds you intriguing. your relationship is still new, so all of the differences between you both interest him beyond belief. each time he discovers a new habit of yours (like the way you forget to take your glasses off when you sleep) or a fact about your life before college, or finds out something obscure relating to your hobbies and interests… yuuji can’t help but to fall in love with you all over again. like an astronomer who’s searching for the secrets of the universe, the pink haired jock wants to know every interesting little detail that makes you, you.
that’s created the very person he loves today.
“please never change,” yuuji breathes against the back of your head once he’s home. you can’t even comprehend the speed at which he’s dropped his gym back before he’s wrapped himself around you in the same manner that a boa constrictor would. only more affectionate. “and if you do, let me change with you.”
being this close to itadori, you can smell his baby-fresh soap and the tinge of sweat from his work out. you can feel the strength of his arms as they squeeze you close from behind — like he’ll never let you go. he makes you feel loved even when it’s not on purpose, you go your every waking moment cared for and adored by yuuji itadori. it’s always subconscious, unwavering and steady. your love is stable like that, never dampened from those outside of the two of you — that much will never change.
“that’s a big ask, yuu.” comes your contented hum, but you don’t stop your actions — continuing to make your snack while the pink haired jock squeezes you tight. as if to become one with you. “people change all the time.”
you hold up a hand behind you and he sucks the peanut butter from your thumb eagerly. “i know, but i don’t want what anyone else says about you or us to make you change,” he mumbles petulantly against the shell of your ear, trying to find the right words as he tucks his face into your neck. “you’re perfect to me, as you are.”
it’s cute that he reminds you of such a trivial little thing. those big brown eyes of yuuji’s see perfection in all of your flaws. he loves you so much you wonder if how much you feel for him even compares.
“what’s gotten into you?” you giggle, spinning in his arms to stand on the tips of your toes — pressing a soft kiss to the point at which your boyfriend’s jaw meets his neck. it’s all you can reach. “did something happen?”
yuuji hesitates for a moment, lips pursed and honey-glazed eyes cast to the side. he would never lie to you, that’s not in his nature — but he’d never want to hurt your feelings either. “the guys…the guys on the team said some stuff about us today,” his voice trails off and his hands trail upwards, dipping underneath the jersey of his that you wear to draw circles into your waist using his rough thumbs. he figures it’s best to tell you before one of his teammates let it slip and hurt your feelings. he would rather die then let that happen. “they… they think you’re weird and that… that we’re too different.”
“o-oh.”
a flash of pain comes with the territory of yuuji’s honesty, but he’s quick to soothe it as though he’s running your burn under a stream of cool water. “but i like you. like…really really like you,” the words rush out while his eyes stay serious and set in stone. your boyfriend grasps both of your hands firmly before you can even think to cry or pull away.
yuuji is there and he is constant and that is never changing. not for anyone, except for you. “and i like all of the funny things about you. that you’re a little quiet, that you’re always by my side, that you leave me notes in my gym bag or share your celebrity crushes with me. i like you for you. even if you’re a little weird — then…then i am too!”
his hands, strong and yet so soft, traverse up to your round cheeks — tilting your head up to face him. “please don’t ever change because of what people say,” yuuji repeats tenderly, his lips finding the crown of your head in a gentle kiss. he stays there, like a magnet on metal and the world stands still for a moment. remaining the same, no longer changing, so that yuuji itadori can love you as is. “the way you are right now, it’s everything to me.”
itadori only moves when you tip your head back to get a better look at him, he looks down at you through his unfairly long lashes — brown eyed gaze latching onto yours while your hearts sync up, beating to the same drum. “i’ll never change, as long as you promise to always love me like this.”
“i’ll love you the same way that i always have. like i’m the luckiest guy in the world, yeah?” he laughs and you smile — because it’s hard to be upset when yuuji is around, and protects your love so genuinely.
you lean up and he meets you half way — pressing a slow and lingering kiss to the swell of your lips, wrapping his arms around you once again as you away to a silent tune in his tiny dorm kitchen.
change is inevitable of course. the two of you will grow and become different people than you are right now — but you will always find your way back to the beautiful love that you hold.
much like a butterfly that blossoms into something beautiful too.
꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
#yuuji itadori x reader#itadori x you#itadori x reader#itadori fluff#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#yuuji itadori x you#jujutsu kaisen x you#yuji itadori x reader#jjk fluff#jjk smut#yuji itadori x you#itadori imagine#yuuji itadori#jujutus kaisen#tteokdoroki#✧ ₊˚੭ — writing#angelshubnetwork#ghostqueues
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I respect your choice to like the culture and the rituals associated with it, but the day I choose sports over literally anything else to consume is the day the ground turns fetid and all birds fall from the sky
#I just don't like egg ball#Well hold on#I used to play American foot ball did karate and then mma#I had fun with that#I also will play basketball when asked#I'll even play soccer with a smile#But that's always because I enjoy spending time with people or making it more enjoyable for someone else#I'm a giant so I've always been put in sports and told how I should play xyz#But dude. I don't care that I can slap the back board without effort. Watching any sport that isn't combative or performative is just...#Like Stephen Curry has nothing on the amateur figure skater that only fell once during their performance to the song my Immortal#I get along with everyone at the tail gate#I'm here at the bar for the drama#We are here to feast and practice rapport despite the waring houses#The colosseum has become a roaring bore where only the audience raise a brow
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