#365 Days Of Baseball

[baseballsisco]

Here is a story on how Luzinski hit a ball so far at Veterans Stadium, which hit the replica Liberty Bell high above centerfield. Give it a read.

[calpicowater]

Week 42.2/52: October 16th - October 22nd 2023 | 11AM Tea House 🍵

A cold rainy autumn day but wanted to meet Vicky for some quick bbt so decided to meet at 11AM tea house. I tried their pineapple plum lime sparkling water. Actually solid. I just enjoyed eating all the fruits at the end LMAO. I also really like plum. Also played with my Fujifilm with free focus lens. Pretty nice! $26 worth?

[friendly-books]

Bi Harry moments

All Bi Harry moments I could find

Storm Front

“A man of handsome and unassuming features” pg. 45 Bi Harry 1 (Harry describing Marcone)

“Good looking, tanned, athletic, and enthusiastic” pg. 46 Bi Harry 2 (Harry describing Marcone)

Fool’s Moon

“Middle-aged, starkly handsome man” pg. 145 Bi Harry counter 3

“Good-looking detective” pg. 231 Bi Harry counter 4 

“A man in his mature prime, his hair immaculately graying at the temples, his custom-made suit displaying a body kept fit in spite of the advancing years” pg. 293 Bi Harry 5 (Harry describing Marcone)

“Marcone looked good in his gray suit and perfect hair and his manicured hands, but he wasn’t” pg. 295 Bi Harry 6 (Harry describing Marcone)

Grave Peril

“Rudy’s clean cut good looks” pg. 126 Bi Harry 7 (Harry describing Rudolph) 

“Hell’s bells, I noticed how good he looked” pg. 290 Bi Harry 8

“The handsome vampire” pg. 440 Bi Harry 9 (Harry describing Thomas)

Summer Knight 

“Complemented his smile” pg. 490 Bi Harry 10

Death Mask

“Rudy was young, good looking, clean-cut” pg. 231 Bi Harry 11 (Harry describing Rudolph)

“He had a male model’s face” pg. 241 Bi Harry 12 (Harry describing Thomas) 

“He had handsome but unremarkable features” pg. 264 Bi Harry 13

“He pulled in, dressed in casual clothes and wearing a baseball cap, which alone generated enough cognitive dissonance to make me start dropping” pg. 481 Bi Harry 14 (Harry describing Marcone)

Blood Rites

“He was tall and built like a statue of Hercules” pg. 86 Bi Harry 15

“His face didn’t match the Olympian body” pg. 86 Bi Harry 16

“Thomas writhed sinuously” pg. 201 Bi Harry 17 (Harry describing Thomas)

“He was better looking than Thomas” pg. 218 Bi Harry 18 

“He didn’t have Thomas beat when it came to smiles. Thomas’s grin had so much life to it was practically sentient” pg. 222 Bi Harry 19

Dead Beat

“Thomas looked like someone’s painting of a forgotten Greek god of body cologne” pg. 18 Bi Harry 20 (Harry describing Thomas)

“He looked handsome and wholesome” pg. 274 Bi Harry 21 (Harry describing Marcone)

“Because Thomas is too pretty die. And because I’m too stubborn.” “And polka will never die” pg. 331 Ha and Bi Harry 22 (Harry describing Thomas)

Proven Guilty

“All lean muscle, sculpted and well formed” pg. 58 Bi Harry 23

“Crane was a surprisingly good-looking man” pg. 252 Bi Harry 24

“He turned that dazzling smile on Murph” pg. 256 Bi Harry 25

“As tall and dark and handsome as you please” pg. 341 Bi Harry 26

“Slim, dark-haired, pale, and handsome” pg. 289 Bi Harry 27

“He wasn’t wearing a business suit. He had on jeans and a black leather jacket. His hair was longish, a little mussed and he also sported a stubble of a beard that gave him a rakish look that would attract attention from the girls who fantasized about indulging with a bad boy” pg. 393 Bi Harry 28 (Harry describing Marcone)

Small Favor 

“He had a good voice, mellow and surprisingly deep” pg. 361 Bi Harry 29 (Harry describing Nick)

“He was a man of medium height and build, his features handsome, strong, his eyes dark and intelligent.” pg. 363 Bi Harry 30 (Harry describing Nick)

“Nicodemus let out another quiet, charming laugh.” pg. 365 Bi Harry 31 (Harry describing Nick)

“Michael had some serious pecs.” pg. 423 Bi Harry 32 (Harry describing Micheal)

“Never mind Michael’s pecs. Sanya made us both look like we needed to eat more wheat germ” pg. 424 Bi Harry 33 (Harry describing Sanya)

Turn Coat 

N/A

Changes 

N/A

Ghost Story

“Sanya said, his dark, handsome face lighting up with a white grin.” pg. 679 Bi Harry moment 34 (Harry describing Sanya)

Cold Days

N/A

Skin Game

“That voice had once been smooth and flowing, but now there was a hint of rasp to it, a roughness that wasn’t there before, like silk gliding over old gravel. pg. 30 Bi Harry moment 35 (Harry describing Nick)

“His features were clean-cut, pleasant, without being handsome.” pg. 166 Bi Harry 36

“There might have been slightly more silver at his temples than last time I’d seen him, but it only made him look more distinguished. Otherwise, he looked exactly as he did: calm, alert, impeccably groomed, and as merciful as a lawn mower’s blade.” pg. 665 Bi Harry 37 (Harry describing Marcone)

“Marcone’s eyes, the exact green shade of old dollar bills, focused pleasantly on me.” pg. 666 Bi Harry 38 (Harry describing Marcone)

AAAA Wizardly

“He was a good-looking man” pg. 151 Bi Harry 39

Curses

“ruggedly handsome” pg. 211 Bi Harry 40

“Gwynn ap Nupp’s handsome face broke into a smile” pg. 223 Bi Harry 41

Jury Duty

“He held up a glossy professional headshot of a handsome man in his thirties and showed it to us.” pg. 520 Bi Harry 42

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 381. brb x oc

a/n: not me being an idiot and SAYING 40 INSTEAD OF 80 AAA (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: just some suggestive stuff uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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He did something he hadn’t done in years.

He checked his yearbook. it was tossed somewhere inside their closet - to be honest he hadn’t even shown Bea that it was there. Rooster walked out of the shower and beelined towards the built in shelves, moving boxes out of the way, patting around until he finds it.

It was a thick yearbook, red leather cover. He looks down at it, exhales, then inhales, then repeats it all over again. Dr.Paulson,when Rooster told him about it, said that this should be a restart for him. To finally accept the healing he’s been working on. He got the promotion, now he had to deal with some demons.

He looks around, hearing Beatrice moving downstairs and then sits on the bed, placing the yearbook on his lap…why was he nervous to open it?

Rooster sat on the edge of the bed, the weight of the yearbook heavy in his hands. He traced his fingers over the red leather cover… It had been years since he last looked at the pages within, the memories of his high school days buried deep within his mind.

With a deep breath, he opened the yearbook, the pages yellowed with age. As he flipped through the pages, faces from the past stared back at him, frozen in time. He found himself smiling at some of the familiar faces, memories flooding back to him with each turn of the page.

There were pictures of his classmates, their names scrawled in elegant handwriting beneath their photos. He lingered on each page, reminiscing about the friendships and rivalries that had defined his high school experience. 

And there were many rivalries.

But as he turned the pages, Rooster couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness wash over him. He paused on a page featuring a group photo of his baseball team, memories of late-night practices and incredible victories flooding back to him. 

He shakes his head, flipping back to the beginning to find his photo. He looked…crazy. But then again this was the 2000’s and everyone looked crazy then. His mustache was already thick and— was his hair a mullet???? He stares at it for a few seconds, he could NOT remember his hair like that, but it was a kind of mullet.

“What the f-” he narrows his eyes, trying to remember it…why did he…oh. That picture day he told his mom he wanted a haircut, since his hair was growing long but…but she wasn’t okay, so he decided to do it himself. It wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t good.

He looked very angry then, even while smiling.

He clicks his tongue against his teeth, looking back at his younger self with the strained smile and low brows. Almost glaring in a way…he was so fucking angry back then, so angry,so stressed so–”

“Hey.”

He immediately snaps the yearbook closed, widening his eyes towards Bea, who gave him a confused look ,”...hey…gorgeous.”

Beatrice crossed the room to join him on the bed, her brow furrowing with concern as she took in Rooster's expression. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. "You seem...distressed."

Rooster sighed, running a hand through his hair as he struggled to find the right words. "Yeah, I'm okay," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I was just...looking at my old yearbook."

“...what?”

“Oh, it’s…nothing.” he tries to put it away, “Just, you know, it’s nothing.”

Bea blinked at him, smiling in surprise, “You never told me you had your yearbook!”

"Yeah, I guess I never did," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "It's just been sitting in the closet for years, collecting dust."

Beatrice's expression softened as she reached out to take Rooster's hand in hers. "Well, why don't you show it to me?" she suggested gently. "I'd love to see what you were like in high school."

Rooster hesitated, unsure of how to respond…"I don't know, Bea," he said hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's...not exactly a happy trip down memory lane."

Beatrice squeezed Rooster's hand ,rubbing his knuckles with her thumb, her eyes warm. "I understand," she said softly. "But I'm here for you, no matter what. And if looking at your yearbook brings up difficult memories, I'll be right here to support you. If you want to"

She had a way of making him feel seen and understood, even when he struggled to articulate his emotions. 

Always did.

With a deep breath, he nodded, his resolve strengthening.

"Okay," he said, his voice filled with determination. "I'll show it to you."

With that, Rooster opened the yearbook once again, flipping through the pages as Beatrice leaned in to look over his shoulder. She blinked, because he opened exactly on his picture, ‘...Roos.” she whispers, “...You never told me you had a mullet in school!’

‘Yeah,I…kinda forgot.”

“You make it look good.” she whispered, “...gosh I’d have such a crush on you if we studied together.”

Rooster chuckled softly at Beatrice's remark, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "Well, lucky for me, I have you now," he replied, his voice tinged with affection. "And I wouldn't change that for anything."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, her eyes shining with love. "I feel the same way," she said softly, her voice filled with sincerity. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." she was so sincere, only to drop her gaze back down at the yearbook, “...so, tell me a little bit about this. You did tell me some about your life in Virginia but,well, anyone here you’d like to introduce me to?”

“Ah,pft,I think you’ll meet most of them at the reunion.” he mutters, flipping a page, ‘...I can’t believe I said yes.”

She looks at him for a few seconds, she could see how much this whole ordeal made him conflicted and she felt her heart hurt for him. Rooster had so much in his mind and she always means what she says when she says she’ll respect and support his choices… “We can still cancel the flight if you want.” she suggests ,”Is that what you want?”

“...no, it’s fine.”

“You sure?”

He rubs his eyes then runs his hand down his face, “I…I need to do this, close the chapter, you know?” he looks down at his yearbook, inhaling before he closes it, “...I haven’t seen these people in almost 20 years, gorgeous….”

"I understand," she said softly, her voice quiet. "Closing that chapter can be difficult, but I'll be right here with you every step of the way."

Rooster smiled gratefully at Beatrice, feeling a sense of warmth wash over him. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "I appreciate that.”

"Hey," she said softly, breaking the silence, "You don't have to do this alone. We're a team, remember?"

Rooster smiled at Beatrice's words, feeling a surge of gratitude wash over him. "I know," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "It’s just…weird."

They sat together for a while longer, finding solace in each other's presence.It was then that Bea finally noticed that her husband, her very handsome and physically attractive husband, was wearing only a towel. “...baby?” she asks, “you…are not dressed.”

He blinks, “...Oh. I…forgot about that.”

Beatrice laughed softly, reaching out to playfully swat his arm. "You are too silly sometimes" she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Go get dressed before you catch a cold."

“I mean…would you be opposed if I…you know, lost the towel?”

Oh he was relentless.

“Normally I’d be all for it baby but we have things to do today,” she whispers, albeit her eyes dropped to his jutted hipbones, “Okay?”

Rooster nodded, smirking before standing up from the bed and making his way to the closet to grab some clothes.Beatrice watched Rooster with a fond smile, feeling a rush of affection wash over her. 

And something else.

Once Rooster was dressed, they settled back onto the bed, enjoying each other's company in comfortable silence. Beatrice snuggled up against Rooster's side, feeling a sense of peace wash over her as they basked in the warmth of their love.

As they lay together, lost in their own thoughts, Rooster reached out to take Beatrice's hand in his. He squeezed her hand then brought up to his lips "I love you," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you for always being there for me."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, her heart swelling with love. "I love you too," she replied softly, her voice filled with warmth. "Don’t mention it.”

He smiles, his cheeks dimpling as he rubs her ring finger gently, inhaling, ‘...is it weird to say I’m kinda scared for the reunion?”

"It's not weird at all," she replied softly, her voice gentle as she caresses his chest. "It's natural to feel nervous about facing the past, especially when it's been so long."

Rooster nodded, his gaze dropping to their intertwined fingers. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I guess I'm just worried about...what they'll think of me, you know? It's been so long since we've seen each other, and I've changed a lot since then." he frowns, “I don’t know why I am worried.”

Beatrice squeezed Rooster's hand reassuringly, her touch warm and comforting. "You're still the same amazing person you've always been," she said sincerely. "And anyone who can't see that doesn't deserve to be in your life."

Rooster smiled gratefully at Beatrice, feeling a sense of warmth spread through his chest. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "It’s just this whole thing with John, him being a weirdo, i don’t know…made me remember why I stopped talking to some of them.”

Rooster wrapped his arm around Beatrice, pulling her close before he continued, “I mean, he looked at you weird too.” he purses his lips, “I didn’t like it.”

Beatrice leaned into Rooster's embrace, feeling a sense of security wash over her. "I know," she replied softly, her voice tinged with concern. “I do love when you get all protective.” she smiles softly, kissing his chin, “You are always so…vicious with your eyes only,it’s very attractive.”

He chuckles, arching his brow at her, “Well, you are a beautiful woman.” she blushes,dropping her gaze a bit ,”And you know,I do love all of you.”

Beatrice's heart skipped a beat at Rooster's words, feeling a rush of warmth flood her chest. She looked up at him with adoration in her eyes, "You always know how to make me feel loved," she whispered, “I really like it.”

Rooster brushed a strand of hair away from Beatrice's face, his touch gentle as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her forehead. "And I always will," he replied softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "You mean everything to me, Beatrice."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over her. "”And you mean everything to me.” she whispers, touching his face, “...that’s why I don’t want you to be too worried, if you feel uncomfortable there,we leave. Plain and simple.”

He frowns, “I know…” he sighs, “I don’t know if we should take the kids to Virginia this time.”

“Yeah?”

“We’ll be there for what? One? Two days? There’s no need.” he frowns, “Besides, the long travel is going to take a toll on them, you know?”

‘Well, the twins are still pretty young.” she whispers, “And Nikki…mhm…yeah no you are right, it’s better they stay here. Maybe we can call Mav to babysit them, you know?” she says softly, “They’d have a blast.”

Rooster nodded in agreement, his brow furrowing with concern. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," he replied, his voice filled with thoughtfulness. "I'll give Mav a call and see if he's available to babysit."

Beatrice smiled gratefully at Rooster, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "He’ll make time, you know that," she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude. "I think the kids will have a lot of fun with him."

Rooster leaned in to press a tender kiss to Beatrice's lips, his touch warm. They always do," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "I just want to make sure our family is happy and safe."

Beatrice melted into Rooster's embrace, feeling a sense of warmth spread through her chest. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they savored the moment together.

“They are.” she whispers, kissing his chin, “You know they are.” she then sits up, “Come on, there’s a lot of stuff we have to pack–” he groans in annoyance “And we better get on with it, the sooner we do it, the better,right?”

He sighs, but relents, “...fine…” with a little grin, slapping her ass as she turns around, making her yelp, “After you.”

[sputnikodin]

i miss the giants a lot i thihnk the baseball season should be 365 days a year and 366 on leap years

[sebsxphia]

So seb I've been thinking about Governor!Rhett. (Totally doesn't live in my head 24/7, 365 now). And he loves that you're patriotic, especially when throwing it in your face about doing a patriotic duty to your governor now. (Yes, I'm kinda going of that thot that made me short-circuit for a bit). But when it's just you two? Before little ones? Doing yard work, he steals your patriotic baseball caps and vice versa. Just do not wear your Abbott for Governor or Abbott '24 (or whatever year) hat near him. He'll be throwing you onto the sun warmed wooden patio and railing you till you are pregnant. After all, he has to be the image of white picket fence, American apple pie life. Can't have that unless his pretty wife if swollen with a baby and one on their hip also.

(Baby fever is also hitting hard rn)

gabbie my love! firstly, i’m so sorry to hear about your cyst bursting bless you! that sounds so nasty and i hope you’re taking the time you can to rest and recoup. i hope you feel better soon my angel! 🥺💗 those people at work can get fucked <3

oh but bob and rhett would be the best protectors when you needed them! they’re jumping through the queue and demanding that your manager lets you go home. they would hate to see their bunny in pain or upset, and they’re there to dot on you for however long you need it.

secondly, the governor abbott thot, omg 😵‍💫 again! it’s the same theme of rhett seeing you in his clothes and going absolutely FERAL. but make it his campaign clothes? dear god. and you’re so right, especially if this is in the early days when you don’t have kids yet. he needs to supply the people the white picket fence life and he’s more than happy to let his breeding kink do it’s patriotic duty!

thank you so much for these thots and thoughts my love and i’m sending you so much love, mwah! 💗🫶🏼

[liyazaki]

get to know me ask game tagged by @plaidcladjuno Juno Juno JUNO- I've missed you! thank you for the tag, friend 🖤

RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it.

APPEARANCE

blonde hair (+ rainbow underneath) // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look (mostly) // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES & TALENTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument (drums but I’m out of practice) // I am artistic // I know more than one language (does knowing random bits of 5 count?) // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami (I fold tiny paper cranes out of receipts, wrappers, etc. & leave them everywhere) // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand (I haven't tried in years; I'd be low-key scared to- I can still do a back bend though)

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // ✨I have a crush✨ // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years (we're coming up on our 23rd anniversary) // my parents are together (unfortunately) // I have dated my best friend (a different bestie- we skipped the dating & went right to the fun stuff 😅) // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend (many) // I met up with someone I have met online (many times & hopefully many yet to come!)

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise ('twas not thrilled to be conscious) // I enjoy rainy days (LOVE THEM; fuck sunshine) // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching (too bright; hurts my baby blues/she a vampire) // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors (aesthetically > symbolically) // I find mystery in the ocean (also fucking abject terror) // I enjoy hiking on nature paths (kinda sorta sometimes- mostly, I'm indoorsy) // autumn is my favorite season (I want to live in fall 365)

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle (more like I struggle to stay conscious in a moving vehicle) // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote (many quotes) // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities (I'm in my 30s; my whole life is extracurricular) // I enjoy Mexican food (LOVE MEXICAN FOOD) // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love (I believe you can have many loves throughout your lifetime- all of them equally true) // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial (I look white as hell but I’m a cultural mutt) // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs (2 cats)

tagging @elnotwoods @fleet-off @vegaseatsass @i-got-the-feels @mineonmain @ommited-miscellaneously @guzhu-furen @forcebook @icouldhyperfixatehim @ayan-sukkhapisit & anyone else wants to do it- just say I tagged you!

[madamlaydebug]

Day 11 of 365 Days of Black History...

The second black baseball player to enter the Hall of Fame, Satchel Paige, was a pitching legend in the Negro leagues long before Jackie Robinson broke the color barrier. Among his many spectacular achievements was coming back to pitch three innings at the age of 59 years old, making him the oldest man to play in a major league baseball game.

Paige’s career was characterized by remarkable showmanship, incredible longevity and amazing athletic ability. His flair and mastery could have made him an easy choice to break the color barrier in the MLB. But when he heard that Jackie Robinson had been signed and not him, his first reaction was poised and perfect, “You couldn't have picked a better guy.”

In many ways, Paige paved the way for Robinson to be the first black athlete ever to play in the MLB. He suffered deeply from the racism that marred his times, but his suffering was not in vain. Though he may not have known it at the time, everything he endured brought baseball and black history closer and closer to the equality that Paige fought so hard to achieve.

Satchel Paige x Negro League Baseball x Black History

[just-jordie-things]

Breathe for pt 2 of home run?!

I’ll honestly give you all the oxygen I breathe for it - I am just… out. Oh my God, that was so beautiful and adorable and just, ooooft. I need Toge in my life 🫠❤️

Every piece of yours is so so beautiful and I am honestly here weeping at the beauty ❤️

How have you been?

- Gouda 🧀

P.S. The spin the bottle pieces were amazing too. I just have not been as active on Tumblr I’m back at work now after holidays. Honestly, cannot wait to read whatever next you come out with ❤️

haha that was fun to write even tho i don't know the first thing abt baseball. four bases a ball and a bat that's all i got. and the cute uniforms teehee <3

welcome back gouda! don't feel bad for not being online, it'll always be here <3 i also haven't been too active lately. getting more hours at work again, need em so don't wanna complain, but lowkey i do just be wantin to write fanfiction all day. i think with this season coming out rn my bainrot is in MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE and the delusions are 24/7 365

enjoy your reading while you're around! thanks for checking in i hope things are swell for ya!

[kayrosebee]

July 1, 2023

182/365

Is today the baseball day? ⚾

💙

[evilkitten3]

my word for the wip game is “play” or “don’t” :)

i'll do play first, then!

And none of them are people he trusts to handle a crisis in an elementary school, except maybe Krillin or Yamcha, but the latter is on the other side of the world playing baseball and Gohan has no idea where the former even is.

“Wanna play jumprope with me an’ Glu for recess?”

“I’ve never actually played jumprope before,” he admits.

-Men of Tin, chapter 4: Elementary School Blues (Dragon Ball; should probably change that to middle school; part of a post-Cell au where Gohan goes to school much sooner; yes all the kids are named after school supplies)

Although he’d spent his first recess learning to play jump rope with Glu and Wakku, Gohan doesn’t really feel as though he’d truly bonded with either of them.

Most of the other kids had formed their own groups that were also pretty clearly pre-established: Wakku and Glu played jump rope; Tekist, Bainda, Jiki, Basami, and Keiko talked about sports; Hochikiss, Maaka, Forda, and Conpas giggled about fashion and boys; Shappu and Pen chased each other around the small playground – only Gohan and the quiet boy, Mashe, had remained separate from the others.

Mashe asks, gesturing towards the other side of the cafeteria (which is just the playground, only now they’re all sitting on the benches and eating lunch).

-Men of Tin, chapter 6: Lost Between Two Worlds (Dragon Ball; this is the chapter i'm least satisfied with and may remove altogether bc i barely even remember what i wanted to do with mashe anyway. i think maybe he'd also lost someone in the cell games or something? idk)

"...Why should I have to play a damn guessing game every time someone I know has some sort of anniversary?..."

-Around the World in 365 Days (Dragon Ball; fic i started ages ago and might work into a separate fic instead of making it its own thing; basically goku and vegeta try to find a birthday present for yamcha)

Pan and Bulla playing together was one thing, but the girls were still too young to really understand what bedtime was, or why they should fight against it like it was the next big threat to the planet.

-Good Ideas Will Tear Your Brain Apart (Dragon Ball; mostly abandoned kakavegebulchi fic where i was trying to work out some interactions between vegeta and chichi, but it didn't really go anywhere)

But she’d learned to hide the dual-colored skin and petrified flesh, learned to turn her weak heartbeat into the most effective possum-playing imaginable.

-Narfi Nada (MCU; crack avengers 1 au where all the avengers sans thor are loki's myth kids, but all of them are so busy trying to hide it from everyone (especially thor and loki) that none of them pick up on each other; thor and loki absolutely pick up on it and promptly jump to the conclusion that they need to keep it secret from each other; basically the whole thing is an excuse to give fury a migraine)

Expectation and reality had played out simultaneously.

-Sandpipers Standing in a Marsh in the Autumn Twilight (Durarara!!; post-ketsu fic; izaya and shizuo not being friends and not coping and also bitching about shinra)

One thing Orihara Kyōko’s son inherited from her was a sense of playfulness, with a subtly competitive edge. This is not to say that her husband was a boring person, or even that he didn’t enjoy games as well, but the playfulness that Orihara Shirō had was significantly closer to the average desire for enjoyment experienced by most humans, as opposed to the playfulness that functioned as a core personality trait for both his wife and eldest child.

By the time Izaya turned five a few months later, he’d developed a habit of only asking his mother when he wanted to play a game. When she’d first offered to involve his father, Izaya had scoffed and told her that he didn’t think “that man” was intelligent enough for him to bother playing with.

He did, eventually, realize that his father wasn’t actually as dull as he’d first thought, but by then the game of finding new ways to not spend time with his father had become far more entertaining than any pre-established game they could have played together.

This last bit is not how the game usually worked, but it was how the Orihara family had ended up playing it.

In both kakurenbo and western hide-and-seek, the seeker closes their eyes and counts to ten (or another agreed upon number, usually determined via angry children who do not feel that ten seconds is enough time to find a suitable thing to hide behind on the playground).

Perhaps, had Izaya confronted her about this, she would have explained to him that adults had more experience in just about everything that a young child, and therefore all of them had to pretend the playing field was even in order for the child to continue enjoying the game.

Assuming her son was merely playing with her, Kyōko sighed and continued the search, occasionally calling out that the game was over and he can come out now.

He did regret not having brought snacks or something to do while he hid, but he resolved to do just that the next time he played kakurenbo.

Two days after brilliantly foiling his mother’s plan to win at kakurenbo, Orihara Izaya emerged from hiding and wandered into the kitchen, too hungry to keep playing his brilliant game.

-The Intricacies of a Rainbow-Colored Lemniscate (Durarara!!; post-ketsu; basically izaya is autistic and it changes nothing but his parents would very much like to know why their son is missing presumed dead)

ok, onto the next word! "don't" is a word i expect to show up a lot, so i can't promise to share every sentence. but we'll see.

“Don’t do drugs.”

“I don’t know much about depression, but I do know that it can lead people to turn to drugs or alcohol,” his mom says, and it dawns on Gohan that she’s entirely serious.

“I don’t care whose side he’s on now, that man is–” Gohan realizes how that had sounded and almost chokes, raising his hands to pacify his mother.

“I don’t mean I’d ask him for help. ..."

His mother and grandfather, who don’t live in his head and hadn’t made those connections, just stare at him.

-Men of Tin, chapter 1: Where We Were When the Lights Went Out (Dragon Ball; off to a great start)

He’ll get himself in trouble sooner or later, and they don’t need to give anybody any excuses to get rid of them.

It suddenly dawns on her that the clothes she’s wearing don’t actually belong to her.

"I… don’t know if that’s a good idea. ..."

“Well, technically, I don’t sleep, but I’m homeless again, so…”

“I don’t know,” she says, because she really doesn’t.

“I don’t really have anything else. ..."

“In any case, Eighteen, I don’t have a spare bed at the moment. I hope you don’t mind the couch until we can find a bed for you.” “I don’t really need to sleep,” Eighteen says.

-Men of Tin, chapter 2: Pretty Broken Things (Dragon Ball; oh yeah this fic isn't just about gohan btw there's chichi/18 and also vegeta having a breakdown in the background)

You don’t know how to either, little monkey, Frieza hisses at him.

"... I don’t want either of you to get hurt, but–”

Men of Tin, chapter 3: The People We Knew Long Ago (Dragon Ball; vegeta is coping great thanks for asking)

“Don’t scare him,” Chichi scolds, shaking her head at the cyborg.

“Don’t talk like–” Temper snapping, Vegeta whirls around, palm crackling with power.

“I don’t think he wants to talk right now, honey,” Panchy says, glancing between her daughter and the prince.

“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, sweetie,” Panchy’s voice cuts through his thoughts.

"... Don’t concern yourself with whether or not you are worth my time. ..."

"... We can spend the morning getting to know Gohan, but please don’t overwhelm the poor boy.”

“I don’t mind, Ms. Bai.”

-Men of Tin, chapter 4: Elementary School Blues (Dragon Ball; gohan is so sweet and vegeta is probably rabid; also that's nappa talking in the second sentence)

Zarbon drags him off somewhere, and Nappa and Raditz don’t see him again for nearly a month.

“Don’t sneak up on me!”

 I don’t think he usually talks like that.

-Men of Tin, chapter 5: Brick By Broken Brick (Dragon Ball; vegeta is totally one hundred percent in the present and not at all having flashbacks he's doing great stupendous super even)

“You don’t own a watch, Kakarot. ..."

“Beyond that, I don’t recall any such thing. ..."

"... I don’t believe we had any annual celebrations like birthdays – if we did, it likely would have been a celebration of the birth itself, which would have been considered the mother’s battle, not the child’s. ..."

"... I don’t believe I ever met her in person, though, so I can’t speak much to what she was actually like. ..."

"... I simply don’t wish to refer to a Saiyan by a non-Saiyan name when he has a perfectly good proper name. ..."

-Around the World in 365 Days (Dragon Ball; there's actually one other sentence with "don't" but i chose not to include that one bc it's borderline incoherent out of context)

“Well, I don’t remember the exact district,” his cousin admits.

"... I don’t even think most of ‘em know my name.”

“Well, don’t worry, Lord Kuchiki, I’m sure you’ll catch up to me eventually.”

“We just don’t know much about Rukongai, so we weren’t sure if anyone too far out there knew how to read.”

“And assumin’ things ‘bout people ya don’t know ain’t very polite.”

“I don’t know for sure,” she says, as she walks alongside the older girl who had graciously offered to walk her to her next class (probably for gossip, which Rangiku is very much okay with).

"... I don’t know if he’s ever even touched a sword before, but… I dunno, he’s always been smart. ..."

"... You go around and look at things in windows but you don’t actually spend any money!”

"... We don’t like being cooped up, either. ..."

“Don’t ignore us!” The sound of teeth snapping might have startled him if he hadn’t gotten used to it ages ago. “We don’t belong here!” We don’t belong anywhere, though.

"... I’m afraid I don’t have my own name at present.”

“You don’t have to, though,” she adds with a wink.

-Dreamcatcher (Bleach; gin and byakuya's first meeting goes impeccably, no class warfare at all)

I don’t know what to do.

((I don’t want to hurt anyone))

Except his don’t move, because they are markings and not– whatever this is.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says finally.

The now-voiceless hollow had needed words, but the others don’t.

They don’t have the stamina or the manpower to fight another opponent, she knows.

-Frost Line (Bleach; basically orihime loses her shit when ulquiorra kills ichigo and maybe kinda sorta usurps aizen as arc bad guy; also rukihime endgame)

“I don’t really have the full picture of what happened, so I don’t know if–”

She has Goku drop her off at Capsule Corp before sending him back to keep the boys company (and make sure they don’t stay up too late, though she doubts that that will be as much of a problem as it usually is).

"... I don’t– I don’t think– Cheech, he didn’t recognize me. ..."

"... I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how I’m s-supposed to f-f-fix this, I–”

"... I ain’t a psychologist, but I know it don’t work like that. ..."

"... Maybe they will, but that’s a lotta unnecessary stress on people who don’t deserve to carry that. I ain’t sayin’ you should leave him or that you don’t love him, I’m sayin’ you gotta set a line for what ain’t gonna fly. He should too; we all need to. But you’re the one he might listen to, ‘cause he ain’t listenin’ to Goku and I don’t imagine he’ll be interested in listenin’ to me.”

“Y’don’t go through all that an’ come out okay, Bulma, you just don’t. ..."

“Not sayin’ I don’t care about him. ..."

-Good Ideas Will Tear Your Brain Apart (Dragon Ball; chichi's accent is so freaking hard for me gah)

“JARVIS, don’t let Fury talk to me before ten am,” he says, not processing any of what the man had actually said.

“You don’t wanna help redecorate another borough?” Tony asks innocently.

Nat and Steve don’t follow, but that’s fine.

“I’m not saying it was the nicest table I’ve ever seen,” Loki is saying when Iron Man arrives on scene (before Cap, and possibly also before Nat, but Tony is well aware that not being able to see her doesn’t actually mean anything), “but I don’t really think the design was that offensive.”

“You don’t appear injured,” Loki crouches down next to her.

"... I don’t recall having ordered a side of civilian causalities.”

“I don’t have anything to say to you.” Hawkeye tells him flatly.

“I don’t pretend to know his gender identity, but statistically, I believe you are most likely correct. ..."

"... Please say no, I don’t need to deal with that again.”

"... You’re supposed to be in– I don’t know, wherever Asgard puts its wannabe dictators.”

"... This world’s Loki probably just needs… oh, I don’t know. ..."

“She won’t do anything, I don’t think,” she adds.

“And might I say, Captain, I hope you don’t feel the need to treat me differently simply because my form has changed. ..."

-Oh, Ye of Little Grace (MCU; pretty much abandoned idea of aoa!loki ending up in the mcu)

“Is it the one where you don’t think I’m a monster anymore?” he asks.

“True. You don’t fall for anything I say, huh?” “I just don’t listen most of the time. I’ve known you were full of shit since day one.”

“If you don’t already know, that’s probably the most concerning thing, actually.”

"... Looks like you don’t know everything after all.”

"... Don’t tell, Shizu-chan.”

Don’t talk about Celty like that

Don’t be absurd.

…I don’t like that you guessed that so quickly

"... We don’t even talk that much. ..."

“I don’t think he’s ever asked. ..."

"... I don’t think he would either way, though.”

"... I don’t know if there’s anything they could’ve done about that. ..."

"... Shi– oww, hey, don’t do that! ..."

-Sandpipers Standing in a Marsh in the Autumn Twilight (Durarara!!)

i'm gonna end it here bc this has gone on long enough. shame on you for picking such a common word lol

[baseballsisco]

Happy Friday!!! Here's my MLB Immaculate Grid number 648 for Thursday January 9, 2025.

The grids can be real funny sometimes. For example, yesterday's post had a grid which had one of the highest scores I've had at 179. Today I scored 13 WITH Pete Rose in one of the boxes. And he didn't even have the highest percentage in the grid. That honor belongs to Brian Downing at 7%. Sometimes you just can't predict your score.

I have a nice mix of 1970s, 1980s, 1990s and 2000s in today's grid. "The Bull" Greg Luzinski was a pure masher for the Phillies and White Sox. I would put him at a notch higher than his mashing contemporaries Rob Deer and Pete Incaviglia. Where he differs from today's players is in his relatively low strikeout rate for a power hitter. Take the 1975 season where he finished second in the NL MVP race. Luzinski finished with 151 Ks. But he played in 161 games, racked up 179 hits (35 2B/3 3B/34 HR) with 102 RBIs and 89 walks. He finished exactly at .300 and his slash line was .300/.394/.594 for an OPS of .988. He never had a season of more than the aforementioned 151 Ks. It's amazing how the game has changed from then to now.

Well thats all for now folks. On to grid number 649.

[calpicowater]

Week 43/52: October 23rd - October 29th 2023 | Daan Go

KT wanted to go eat dessert and bbt on my only day off so we did that LMAO. Went to MACU tea and got my favourite 多肉葡萄 (my favourite drink of all time tbh and their cheese foam is SO good). And then we went to Daan Go Bakery and I tried their ramen cake. So sweet HAAHAHAH but so cute! Also expensive af LMAO.

[hufflepufflinguist]

168/365 no zero days in 2023 langblr challenge

We went to see a baseball game

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Spanish:

-some expressions

Catalan:

-some duolingo exercises

[candy-floss-crazy]

Another American chain tracing their history back over 100 years. Starting life as a nickel hot dog stand in Coney Island in 1916, the chain bears the name of it's co founder, Nathan Handwerker. Nathan started the business with his wife Ida. The hot dog recipe they used was her idea, with her grandmother creating the secret spice sauce. Although they were Jewish, their produce lacked rabbinic supervision and the meat wasn't kosher, they advertised it as 'kosher style.' Handwerker was an immigrant who arrived in New York and found work at Feltman's restaurant in Coney Island. Going Into Business For Himself One legend has it that Eddie Cantor and Jimmy Durante, the 'singing waiters' encouraged him to start his own restaurant. The official company history doesn't mention this, but it's a nice story. The couple spent their life savings of $300 to start the business. When he launched he undercut his former employer who was charging 10c for a hot dog. Nathan's came in at 5c! At the time, food regulation wasn't really a thing, and hot dogs were considered cheap fare. Handwerker had customers dressed in surgeons smocks eating at his place, presumably surgeons would only eat good food. Expansion Nathan's son Murray drove the expansion of the chain. A second branch in New York was added in 1959 and a third in 1965. By 1968 the company had gone public. The family sold the chain to a group of private investors in 1987, at which point the chain was franchised and expanded rapidly. They acquired Kenny Rogers Roasters and Miami Subs Grill. By 2001 Nathan's Famous had 24 company owned units, 380 franchised units and 1400 stores in 17 foreign countries around the globe. They signed a deal with major league baseball in 2017 to become the official hot dog sponsor. The original store had remained open 365 days a year since its inception, until being forced to close due to hurricane Sandy, but six months later it was repaired and reopened. One quirk is that the original store still served fried frogs legs which has been on the menu since the 1950's Hot Dog Contest On the 4th July Nathan's Famous hosts an annual hot dog eating contest. Starting in the 1970's the contest sees contestants trying to eat as many hot dogs as possible in 10 minutes. The current record holder is Joey Chestnut with 76 hot dogs and Miki Sudo with 48 and 1/2 for the ladies. Read the full article

[the-nightpig]

The Evils of Mass Tourism

Global tourism is booming. For decades all the countries of the world have tried to increase tourism, which has become a major source of revenue. There have been timid protests against mass tourism. There should be more.

The obvious benefit of mass tourism is that the local people experience an economic boom. But mass tourism has many negative consequences. First and foremost, it has caused the disappearance of the authentic local store, replaced by endless rows of souvenir shops, restaurants and hotels. All the convenience stores have become souvenir stores, and neighborhood supermarkets too. And many have become restaurants, because tourists are more likely to get food at a table than at a grocery store and the profit of serving a pasta dish is much higher than the profit of selling a bag of pasta. You make more money with a restaurant than selling shoes or light bulbs. In touristy places it has become more and more difficult to simply buy bread and cheese for a picnic. It is more profitable to have a deli that packs bad sandwiches than to have a grocery store that sells bread and cheese. It is more profitable to have a cafe that serves silly expensive drinks than to have a convenience store that sells water bottles.

At the same time, the quality of food has greatly decreased: if you are in a touristy location, you can open any restaurant and serve any food and you'll have a full house just because of the law of great numbers. No matter how many people will be disappointed by the quality of your food (and by the exorbitant price), there will still be enough customers to guarantee a hefty profit.

The museum used to be a place to educate the people. Now it is a business; a tourist attraction. The price of the ticket depends on how much tourists are willing to pay, not on what makes sense in the community. It is also becoming difficult to appreciate the monuments (and the museums) of the world when dozens of selfie-taking tourists constantly block your view.

In many places the tourists are richer than the locals, which causes local inflation. Increasingly, local people cannot afford to visit their own museums because of the skyrocketing prices. Then, again, locals are steadily leaving the tourist places because their homes and shops are acquired by investors who turn them into souvenir shops. This also leads to inflation in real estate. Affordable real estate disappears when tourists are willing to pay two or three times more than locals can afford. Nurses, doctors, teachers, chefs, waiters, cops, janitors, and so on can hardly live in towns that have become tourist destinations: 365 tourists can each pay a lot of money to stay one night in a town but the local mailman cannot afford to pay that sum for 365 days. The mailman is de facto being evicted by a crowd of tourists, the opposite of crowdfunding. Furthermore, home owners have little appetite for long-term frugal tenants when they can rent to extravagant spendthrift tourists.

Clearly mass tourism radically changes the economy: in some places and in some seasons, tourism accounts for 50% of GDP and 50% of jobs. Then there's the sheer congestion of places like Venezia. Downtown touristy locations have become unlivable for locals. You'll experience the congestion only for the two or three days that you spend in Venezia, but Venetians experience it every single day.

The worst part perhaps is that all places start looking the same. The word stamped on the hat or on the T-shirt may be different, but all those hats and T-shirts look the same in every "tourist trap" of the world. In many towns those baseball hats never existed before the invention of mass tourism, so those hats are as "typical" as a MacDonald's hamburger. What changes between one town and another one is only the theme of the souvenirs. Tourist destinations are becoming theme parks.

Cruise ships and large tourist buses are the main offenders. They dump tourists who are mostly interested in a quick selfie and souvenir shopping. These tourists will have zero contact with the local lifestyle and culture.

Incidentally, airplanes are causing 3% to 4% of the world's greenhouse emissions. All those cheap airlines that have fueled mass tourism are also fueling climate change.

The good news is that mass tourism is booming because many more people around the world, including the burgeoning affluent middle classes of countries like China and India, have the money to fly internationally and stay in hotels and eat in restaurants. The bad news is what these tourists leave behind when they return home: cultural devastation.

The way cities are responding to the problems of mass tourism is often the very wrong one. For example, it is tempting to raise prices so that only “high value tourists" will come. This way you greatly reduce the number of tourists while the revenue remains the same (because each tourist pays a lot more). This strategy will penalize millions of ordinary families who will no longer to able to admire some of the world's greatest monuments. This is de facto already happening everywhere: ticket prices for major monuments keep skyrocketing, from Angkor to Petra. The ticket for Machu Picchu now costs $57 which is the equivalent of two days of full-time work for the average Peruvian

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