Dear Journal…🖊️
The heroes are turned into kids this week.
I usually co-parent with my girl Liz, Jarvis and the others. Usually i had Pepper and Tony to help too! But this week me, Bruce and Nat are kind on our own levels of parenting and patience here.
Rick, Luna, Liane and Rei are kids thanks to Cassie’s spell. We will figure it out later but oh my goodness, i miss having little kids in the house haha. Yes, they are hard work and got big emotions, but still…wow.
All of theses guys are so freaking cute, god bless them!
I walked into the tower after being gone for a few hours, only to be met the big brown eyes, round cheeks, messy brown hair and large black sweater wearing boy..it was Rei. My godson was 3-4 years again. I thought i was dreaming and then he called me, ‘Papa’ and i swear I almost got emotional, but i was more focused on making sure he was alright.
But oh dear, i am so used to be called, ‘Pops’, ‘Uncle JJ’, and straight up ‘Old man’ i forgot how those simple phrases like ‘Papa’ sounded!
Anyways, a lot of things happened.
I made him and Rick some chicken nuggets afterwards—correction, i made EVERYONE chicken nuggets and fries. I had to comfort both boys once things got settled. I got Rei to bed easily for some reason, so that was a win in my book. Rick went right to sleep after a cry, he is snoozing in his bed.
I noticed Natasha living the dream with a little Rochelle and Bruce comforting a little Luna too. Cassie and Mia are handling a little Liane as well.
At the moment, all of the major players are asleep for the most part. It’s late, very late, half past midnight now! I just finished cleaning up the kitchen, Cassie and Mia are in one of bedrooms relaxing, i even found Bruce and Nat watching TV.
I can only imagine what was going on in their minds..
This week is going to be wild.
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Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis on Thursday defended his state's decision not to preorder COVID-19 vaccines for children under 5 years old ahead of federal vaccine regulators' long-awaited, expected authorization.
"There's not going to be any state programs that are going to be trying to, you know, get COVID jabs to infants and toddlers and newborns," DeSantis, a Republican, said at a news conference in South Florida. (The Food and Drug Administration's authorization would apply to children older than 6 months, not newborns.) "That's not something that we think is appropriate, and so that's not where we're going to be utilizing our resources in that regard."
DeSantis said Thursday that the "risks outweigh the benefits" of vaccinating young children. Studies have affirmed the safety of vaccines, and health experts have been very critical of the Florida Department of Health's previous recommendation against vaccinating healthy children between 5 and 17.
DeSantis' remarks came a day after it emerged that Florida was the only state that had not preordered vaccines for children under the age of 5 after the White House had last week announced it had made 10 million vaccine doses available to states, territories, tribes and others to preorder.
This was the first wave of orders, and there will be other opportunities for Florida to take part. Doctors can also order vaccines themselves.
The Miami Herald first reported the state's decision not to preorder the vaccines.
The Florida Department of Health earlier this year became the first state to break with CDC guidance by advising against the vaccine for healthy children between 5 and 17, saying the risks outweighed its benefits.
DeSantis said Thursday he did not anticipate any problems for parents in Florida who want to secure vaccines for their children, noting that the demand for the vaccine among adults in the state has waned in recent months. He suggested parents can get vaccines for their children through doctors or hospitals.
"The state of Florida has had the recommendation from five and up for a while. We are the first state to do that. And now, from the 6 months to 5, the state's recommendation holds," DeSantis said. "It's a recommendation against doing it. That's different than saying you can't. You are free to choose; that's not an issue."
In a statement, Florida Democratic Party spokesperson Kobie Christian said DeSantis was "using children's safety as a political prop."
"Every other governor in the country - Republicans and Democrats alike - has taken measures to ensure this vaccine is available to children," Christian said in a written statement. He added that it's "one thing" for DeSantis and Florida Surgeon General Joseph Ladapo "to choose not to vaccinate their own children, but for them to deprive parents in Florida of that option isn't only irresponsible, it's cruel."
Vaccine advisers to the FDA voted unanimously Wednesday in favor of expanding the emergency use authorizations for the Moderna and Pfizer/BioNTech COVID-19 vaccines to include children as young as 6 months.
Shots can't be distributed to children ages 6 months to 5 years until the CDC's own vaccine advisers have voted on whether to recommend them and CDC Director Dr. Rochelle Walensky has signed off on the recommendation. The CDC's vaccine advisers are expected to vote Saturday. The White House has said shots could start being distributed as early as next week.
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MIXTE1963 , — i recently watched it n im so surprised that this french serie were so good , as a french person i rlly appreciate it! i made some searches for helping people to more understand the serie , for having the historical/ political context , (also made this post for encouraging people to write abt it) i hope that Mixte 1963 became more famous and i’m so sad that there is literally no fandom , btw for the future i will make maybe fanfic, hcs idk if it’s interest people lol . ++ im soo sorry for my english, im french 😔
VOLTAIRE HIGH
the serie take place at St Jean d’Angely a little rural town near La Rochelle.
the 11 girls came in because there is no enough places at the others high schools, and the others school near Voltaire high are expensive.
*Annick explain that in the 1st episode to Miss Couret.. when they almost to be fired after the accident
Laubrac the foster kid
The public Assistance was created by the French State, consisted principally at the WW2 to help the families to give up their child by the fault of war context, financial problems, or death of the family…
this publication have more detailed informations
The reason why he is hated by some people is because the Assistance’s children are adopted, they don’t have their real parents/families they are considered as : «Batard » which mean a child with no family, at the 20th century’s and before that was a shame to be adopted or coming from The Public Assistance.
Simone the foreign girl
She is a pied noir and her family too , it mean that her family are french but moved to Alger ( capital of Algeria ) due probably to the french invasion or the Algeria war,
The pieds noirs were hated for multiple reasons but principally they were blamed for the Algeria war who caused the fall of the 4th Republic.
maybe i will add more things 🖤 hope u likes it
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CHILDISH BEHAVIORS
The last practice and argument that led to your final day with the Ferguson International Tennis Academy.
warnings ― .゚ ˖ language, heavy arguing, nothing else really idk this is kinda just background stuff lol
taglist ― .゚ ˖ @elaci @depressedgothgrl
author's note ― .゚ ˖ hope you guys enjoy! I promise the reader isn't an asshole she just has a very fiery personality lol. also i don't know if made this clear or not, but this series takes place after the events of challengers and art and tashi are divorced! (i love my girl but it just wouldn't make sense for this for them to still be married.) lmk what you guys think! :)
PROLOGUE, LUCK OF CHAMPIONS | Art Donaldson x fem!reader, Challengers (2024)
New Rochelle, New York. 2019.
When it came to your life outside of tennis (which truly held very little validity in your mind), you never considered yourself to be an aggressive person. And you would attest that others would agree, and they would, but the second you got a racket in your hand and you stepped out into that box, it was almost as if you were a completely different person.
You don't intend to be hard-putting, but you simply have always been that way. Tennis dominated your entire life; ever since you were a kid, you had no desire to pursue anything that didn't involve hitting a ball with a racket. Somehow, this fueled your need to be competitive. To win every game, because in your mind, if you didn't, it held no value.
Though it was a toxic way of thinking, it kept you on your toes. It pushed you even harder to become the best, and eventually after strenuous time and effort, you did.
But your desire to be superior seemed to overtake your love for the game, which alarmed your peers and coaches. It was unhealthy.
"No one can devote their entire being to this sport and still remain human," you had been told, but it all seemed circumstantial. You wanted to be great, and you knew you could be great. But how could you get that without pure dedication to your craft?
You can't.
"Slam that damn racket again and you're out of here!"
You could feel the blood pumping through your ears as your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest, your fingers white-knuckling your racket.
Coach Ferguson, the man you had trained with for the past year, stood irritated with his arms crossed over his chest, shaking his head at you. Even through the darkness of his Ray Bans, you could see the piercing, disappointed look you had become all too familiar with.
"Would you rather me chuck it at him?" you pointed it in the direction of the trainee you had been practicing with. "Because that's what he deserves for the way he keeps serving me a weak ball. I keep having to scramble for the damned thing."
The young trainee stood sheepishly, taking the ridicule from you without a word. You practically spit the words at him, heat rising in your chest just as the reminiscence of it.
"Watch your tone when you're talking to me," Ferguson barked and pointed a taunting finger at you. "You're here because of your talent, not because I enjoy the pleasure of your company. You would've been gone a long time ago if you were."
You hated to sound egotistical, but you were by far his best player. His words didn't scare you. At least, they didn't yet.
"Oh, boo hoo, like that's going to hurt my feelings," your tone was laced with sarcasm. "Just let me get back to this, will you? I promise all of your precious rackets will be safe."
You dismissed him as if he wasn't the one who wrote your checks every month. It almost made him laugh.
"My office. Now." he told you sharply before turning on his heel and leaving, waving off the trainee to go collect the tennis balls you had been hitting and taking them back to the locker rooms.
You contemplated if you wanted to ignore him or obey his orders, before doing the latter and following him down the path to the main building.
The cool AC hit your face refreshingly as you walked through the lobby, your eyes leisurely watching the TV that was playing old rerun matches behind the front desk.
Donaldson v. Richards. 2012.
The match undoubtedly intrigued you; your appeal was centered toward Donaldson, mesmerized by his powerful backhand and effective open stance. He glided across the court with ease, scoring points left and right with a demeanor that almost came off as bored.
You only allowed the game to hold your attention for a moment before you followed Ferguson into his office like a troubled delinquent making your way into the principal's office. In a sense, the situations weren't all that different. You still slumped down in the chair across from his desk with a sour look on your mouth while he gave you a disapproving look.
"(L/N), I hate to do this to you, but this," he gestured to your uninterested and bitter attitude, "Isn't working anymore."
You weren't sure what to say. You had expected him to rip you a new one, not talk to you as if he were about to kick you to the curb. Was that what he was doing?
"i don't understand," you said simply, an uneasy feeling stirring in your chest.
"You haven't won a match in over a month, your temper is out of control, and you're ripping people's heads off left and right. It's not healthy and I don't think this is the right place for you right now."
The words flowed from his mouth so easily, almost as if he had been itching to say it to you for a while now. It was what you needed to hear, but you just didn't want to listen.
"What? You're seriously not kicking you out, are you?" you snapped, standing from your chair.
"I'm not kicking you out. I'm asking you to take a break. This isn't goodbye forever, just for a little bit. Take a year off, get yourself back in order, and then we can renegotiate a new contract for you."
Your stomach dropped farther the more he spoke, an overwhelming feeling of embarrassment washing over your senses. Yeah, you could be a little over the top sometimes, but you never thought you would be asked to leave.
"You can't do this," you tried, but Coach Ferguson simply shook his head.
"Remind me, who's name is on the sign out front?" he asked rhetorically. "I can, and I will. This is what's best for you right now, even if you don't agree with me."
Tears threatened to fall from your eyes, but you didn't let them. The last thing you needed was to be crying like a baby and look even more unstable than he already thought you were.
"The US Open is right around the corner, if I stop training now I won't be able to qualify in August."
He gave you a helpless shrug. "You should've thought about that before you started losing all these matches. As of right now, you're right at the cutoff for qualifying. If you were to try for it now, you'd have to work twice as hard to earn your spot―which I don't think you're capable of doing."
His words felt like a knife to the heart. He used to tell you he would always believe in you, that he'd always be there for you when you needed him.
So much for keeping his word.
"That's bullshit and you know it," you snapped.
"You're not making this very easy for me."
"Good, because you shouldn't even be doing it in the first place!"
He simply shook his head, resisting the urge to bark back a snide response. "Get out. Right now. You're being childish. I'm not going to sit here and argue with you."
He pointed to the door, unable to meet your eye as you scoffed in his face. You couldn't believe him.
"This is all I can do for you right now. Either take my offer or leave."
You didn't want to give in to him. You didn't want to give him that satisfaction after he had made you look like a complete fool.
"Fuck this." was all you could muster up, tightening your fist relentlessly as you stormed out of his office and down the hall, not sure where you were headed but you knew it would be far away from here. You felt like a child throwing a tantrum and you hated it because you knew he was right.
You were quick and silent as you cleaned out your locker since it was the only way you could keep yourself from bursting into tears. You felt ashamed; after all of your hard work and dedication to this academy, this was what you got in return. It felt like a kick in the gut, but it was what you needed in order to realize that you were better than all of this.
Deep down, you knew you were capable of making it to the US Open. You were going to prove it. How? You weren't completely sure. You were without a coach and you were all alone, which was something you never thought you would have to admit to yourself.
You needed a plan; Something to tie together the loose ends that had unraveled within the past hour. So, the second you got home to your apartment two blocks from the academy, you scoured the internet for a saving grace.
Phil's Tire Town Wildcard. New Rochelle, New York.
March 17th, 2019.
APPLY NOW!
Bingo.
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