#Coach Chet

[goldenherc9]

A Golden Adventure

"This is a story for our amazing Coach and owner of an island that is mysterious in every way, hope you like your Christmas present Coach!"

In the heart of a mythical forest, Coach Chet and Captain Hercules Gold of the Golden Army Team embarked on a quest of legendary proportions. Their mission: to find Odin’s spear, Gungnir, said to grant unparalleled power to its wielder. The air was thick with anticipation as they ventured deeper into the enchanted woods, guided by ancient runes and whispers of old.

After days of navigating treacherous paths and deciphering cryptic symbols, they arrived at a clearing bathed in an ethereal golden light. There, embedded in a stone pedestal, stood Gungnir. Its aura was both mesmerizing and intimidating, radiating an ancient energy that seemed to pulse with life.

Hercules, ever the cautious leader, studied the spear with reverence. “This is it, Chet,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. “We’ve found Gungnir.”

But before Hercules could devise a plan, Coach Chet’s curiosity got the better of him. Driven by a mix of fascination and an inexplicable urge, he stepped forward and reached out to touch the spear. The moment his fingers brushed against its surface, a brilliant burst of golden light engulfed him.

Hercules shielded his eyes, struggling to see through the radiant glow. When the light finally dimmed, he stared in astonishment at the figure standing before him. Coach Chet had been transformed. His once mortal form now shimmered with divine energy, and his eyes glowed with the wisdom of ages.

“I am the new Golden Odin,” Chet declared, his voice resonating with newfound power. “With this spear, we shall lead the Golden Army to greatness, and protect our realm from any threat.”

Hercules nodded, a proud smile spreading across his face. Together, they had not only found Gungnir but had also unlocked a destiny greater than they had ever imagined. With the power of the golden Odin on their side, the Golden Army Team was destined for legendary glory.

[whatthehali]

game seven is in 11 hrs and im so tense already and I don't even care who wins

[chetter-holmgren]

My heart is broken 💔

[misctf]

Finding a New Role

“You’ve fucked up now, Chet.”

“Fuck off Brad.” Chet slammed the door to his locker shut, “And wipe that fuckin’ grin off your face.”

The back-up quarterback stayed smiling, “Three in a row now? How many more losses do you think coach is gonna...”

“McClane in my office. Now!”

Chet closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. His body was sore, coated in sweat from an intense game. Each muscle aching. His head pounding. All he wanted was to be back in his dorm, watching a movie with his girlfriend.

“Better go.” Brad patted Chet’s back with feigned sympathy, “Can’t wait for my promotion.”

“Fuck you, man.”

Chet walked off towards coach’s office, his mind racing. Was coach going to throw him off the team? What would happen to his scholarship? What would his dad say? His father always pushed him to be the best football player he could be. A pang of guilt welled up inside the young man.

“How could I have fucked up so badly?” He muttered, thinking back to several interceptions, sacks, and overall just poor leadership on his part.

Was it nerves? Was it Brad’s palpable ambition to replace him? Was it coach’s stern look? His angry shouts? This was a big game. Their rivals. Coach’s dream was to destroy them- make them look like shit. Turn them into their bitches- as coach had said during his pregame pep talk. But that was far from what happened on the field.

“This was a big game.” Coach Johnson said- his voice low- as Chet entered, “What the fuck, McClane?” Chet shivered- Johnson’s voice was low, inconsistent with the rage Chet knew simmered behind those eyes.

“I... I just...” Chet took a seat in front of his coach’s desk.

“Some people aren’t meant to lead a team.” Coach Johnson cut him off.

Chet could feel his heart sink. This was it. This was him getting kicked off the team. Demoted. He wanted to say something. To stop Coach Johnson from uttering those words. Yet, he couldn’t make a sound.

“But everyone has a use. Don’t you agree?”

Chet nodded slowly. What did Coach mean by that? Was he still going to be on the team? Maybe in a different capacity? But he wanted to play- he wanted to be a quarterback. He wanted to prove to everyone he wasn’t going to let them down.  

“Coach, I don’t...”

Coach Johnson stood up and smiled, “Chet...” He was holding something. It was black and shiny- and to the young football player, it looked to be made of a latex material, “I’m not wasteful. And I think you have some real potential.”

Chet’s heart was beating fast now and he tried to stand up- a part of him yelling to get out of there fast. But Coach Johnson placed a hand on the young man’s bare shoulder and kept him seated. And before Chet was able to say anything else- he felt something wrap around his head. He let out a pained cry as the material wrapped tightly across his eyes and ears.

“Oh fuck! Wh-what the fuck is this!?” Chet cried out gripping at the latex material that blocked his vision, “It won’t come off!” He tried desperately to pull it away- the material unrelenting.

Coach Johnson remained quiet, watching as Chet stood up and stumbled around as he gripped desperately at the mask covering his head. Unable to pull it off, Chet tried to feel around with his arms as he moved across the room, trying desperately to escape.

“Please Coach! It hurts!”

But then he saw it. The inky blackness broke, and Chet saw a spiral flashing before him. And as the spiral swirled in front of him, he heard a voice. The portion of the mask covering his ears screeching alive, blocking out the sound around him.

“You are a slut.”

“You are a cum dumpster.”

“You live to suck cock.”

“You are a gay slut.”

Chet fell to his knees, grasping again at the mask and letting out a whimper as the voice pounded into his eardrums. This wasn’t true. This was all a lie. He wasn’t gay. He wasn’t a slut. And fuck no he wasn’t a cum dumpster.

“You live to service cock.”

“You have no thoughts. No goals.”

“You have no other purpose.”

“Cum dumpster.”

Chet tried to close his eyes. To block out the spiral. But no matter what, it occupied his vision. He tried to cover his ears, but there was no relief from the voice. Instead, he fought against the voice. He wasn’t some slut... he wasn’t going to service cocks... he had goals... dreams... to make his father proud... to be... he wanted to... to be a...?

“No stop...” Chet mumbled weakly as drool fell from his mouth. He shuddered as he felt something being tightened around his neck- the smell of coach’s musk entering his nose.  

“You live to suck cock and get fucked.”

“I live to suck cock and get fucked”

Chet winced. The voice in his head- his own voice- repeated the words that echoed in his brain. Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized he couldn’t picture his future, but worse yet that his past was getting hazier. It was hard to think... hard to...

“Your mind is empty. You have no thoughts.”

“My mind is empty. I have no thoughts.”

“You have no name. You have no free will.”

“I have no... Che... no... My name... No name. I have no free will.”

“You love to suck cock. You love being a slut.”

“I... love to suck cock. I love being a slut.”

“Obey. Serve. Cum dumpster.”

“I obey. I serve. I am... I am...No...stop... I....no........."

“I am... I am a cum dump... dumpster...” The drone whispered as the last of his resistance crumbled away.

_______________

“Matthews get in here!”

Brad smirked as he walked towards Coach’s office. He had a feeling. No, he knew that this was it. He was getting promoted to starting quarterback. He was going to lead this team to victory. He was going to make them champions. And as for that fuck up Chet? Well, he could cheer from the sidelines. It wasn’t like...

“What the fuck?”

“Well?”

Brad took a step back, not really sure what he was seeing. He could recognize Chet- even with the strange latex mask around his face. But the collar? The drool? Coach’s hand teasing Chet’s mouth? And the fact that Chet was desperately sucking on coach’s fingers?

“Wh-what the...?”

“You’re the new starting quarterback, kid.” Coach Johnson smiled, “As for Chet, he’ll be helping the team in a new way.” Coach Johnson withdrew his fingers from its mouth and the drone moaned in desperation, “Have fun.” Brad looked down at the drone as it crawled to him and started rubbing its face against his jockstrap, trying desperately to suck his hardening cock through the thin fabric, “Oh! And if you fuck up, well... I’m sure you get the idea.”

Brad gulped as Coach Johnson left the two of them alone. The new starting quarterback had many thoughts. Many concerns. And many questions. But he couldn’t deny that his cock was getting harder, nor that it was the team’s new cum dumpster that was to blame. Brad didn’t really know what he was getting himself into, but figured that could wait.

“You ready, bitch?” He smirked and released his thick cock, letting it slap the drone’s face, “I know you want this, slut.” He pushed into the drone’s open, desperate mouth.

Gluuuckgluck shlooooooshhh

[hypnopreppy]

New Year, New you

Chet mumbles to himself as he checks his email. It’s New Year’s Eve and Chet could care less about partying or shooting off fireworks. All he wants to do is get some last games in before the new year. Taking a break from gaming, he decided to check his email.

“Hm? What’s this?” Chet clicks on an email he just got.

New Year, New You

“It's probably some stupid scam,” Chet says to himself. Curiosity getting the better of him, he opens it and decides to read what it has to say.

ARE YOU TIRED OF THE SAME OLD YOU? ARE YOU SICK OF FAILED NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS?

“Actually yeah I am,” Chet agrees.

THEN LOOK NO FURTHER THAN Optima! THIS BRAND NEW ONLINE PERSONAL COACHING SYSTEM IS JUST WHAT YOU NEED TO FIND THE NEW YOU!

“Optima?”

HAVING BEEN TESTED AND VETTED BY THE WORLD’S LEADING NEUROSCIENTISTS, Optima, PROVIDES UNPARALLELED CHANGES FOR A NEW AND IMPROVED YOU.

NO HARD WORK. NO GIMMICKS. JUST CUTTING EDGE TECHNOLOGY FOR YOU! GET RESULTS IN SECONDS!

“Seconds? Really?” Chet wonders what it would be like. His life is kind of boring for the most part.

THE NEW YOU IS JUST ONE CLICK AWAY! READY TO TRANSFORM?

CLICK THE LINK. WE DARE YOU.

Chet’s mouse hovered over the bright red button at the bottom of the page. “Is this real?” He asks himself. As he contemplates clicking it he reads some small text below the button.

Act fast! This offer vanishes at midnight.

He looked over at the clock. 11:59PM

“Oh shit!” He says. “You know what? Fuck it!” Chet clicks the link with a few seconds to spare.

The next screen brings him to a gray screen with black loading dots in the center. For what feels like an hour, Chet just stares with anticipation. What’s going to happen? Are they gonna take my money? His mind is running with questions.

Suddenly the screen goes black. A cursor comes on and types out “LOADING STEPFORD PROTOCOL…”

“Stepford? What the-” Chet is immediately cut off by the next words.

“WELCOME CHESTER WINTHROP”

“How the hell does it know my-” Before he could finish, the screen changed again, filling his room with bright flashing lights. 

“Whoa…” Chet was enthralled by the lights. 

The flash of colors featured words that he could barely make out.

RELAX

RELAX

RELAX

Chet felt an uncontrollable urge to just relax. The lights are so pretty, why not relax?

NO THOUGHTS

NO THOUGHTS

NO THOUGHTS

Chet’s mind stops running, the only thoughts being the words on the screen.

OBEY

OBEY

OBEY

Chet obeys.

DELETE PERSON

DELETE PERSON

DELETE PERSON

Chet is gone.

YOU ARE CHESTER WINTHROP

YOU ARE CHESTER WINTHROP

YOU ARE CHESTER WINTHROP

“I am Chester Wintrhop,” Chester mumbles.

YOU BEHAVE

YOU BEHAVE

YOU BEHAVE

“I behave.” 

YOU ARE COMPLIANT

YOU ARE COMPLIANT 

YOU ARE COMPLIANT

“I am compliant.”

YOU ARE OBEDIENT

YOU ARE OBEDIENT

YOU ARE OBEDIENT

“I am obedient.”

YOU ARE A GOOD BOY

YOU ARE A GOOD BOY

YOU ARE A GOOD BOY

“I am a good boy.” Chester repeats.

DRESS PREPPY

DRESS PREPPY

DRESS PREPPY

“Dress preppy.”

Unbeknownst to Chester, the reality around him warps to match his new self. His gaming computers and desk shifted to be minimalist with a laptop, his posters replaced with a simple pastel, and bed neatly done.

Chester himself also experienced change. His unruly hair suddenly became cut and brushed, his hoodie and sweatpants replaced with a collared shirt tucked into khaki pants. His slippers were replaced with boat shoes.

After a few hours of conditioning the video ended. Chester rose from his seat smiling, transformed into his new self. Chet, the unkempt gamer was transformed into Chester, a servant of the community and missionary to the Stepford Protocol.

“Golly, it’s late! I have volunteer work tomorrow!” 

[stewdoesthings]

Jobs I think The Outsiders characters have/would have (in a world where they get to grow old):

Ponyboy becomes a novelist and an English professor (Mr. Symes changed his life) before retiring and going back to Tulsa and having a nice little life on a farm (think C Thomas Howell)

Darry works as a roofer/in construction and will start his own business. He lives in that type of job for the rest of his days. He could also be a trucker, I'd see that.

Sodapop becomes a mechanic. Both blue collar brothers are so proud of their smarty pants writer brother.

Steve works as a mechanic with Soda.

Two-bit would get a low entry level job that doesn't require a diploma. He changes jobs often. He's worked on farms, in customer service for two months, in assembly lines. He could be a bus driver for a long while. As long as he gets money for booze (Marcia is the one bringing in the dough)

Dally earned cash by working at Buck's and in the rodeos. I thought about him becoming a cop. Maybe he'd inherit the bar and run it with Sylvia if she doesn't find anything better.

Johnny worked part time in a grocery store to at least be able to survive. I want to see him working as a butcher just to make him suffer. Realistically he'd probably go on a farm though.

Paul in one of my fic works in marketing for a mining company in Montana. Don't ask me what this means, I don't know.

Cherry would be a nurse or a teacher and she'd LOVE it.

Bob would be the president of a company. Which one? I don't know and I don't care. Or a cop.

Marcia seems like a very caring person and with ber relationship with Two-bit, I think she'd wanna become a social worker

Bev is a mean girl so probably a nurse or a teacher hahaha

Brill could work as a car salesman. I'd see that.

Chet would work as a coach for a football team, maybe a high school teacher.

Someone said Trip had a recording studio and I agree with that. Next.

Ace would get an awesome job. She's a mixed kid from a poor neighborhood and would try to stick it to the people. She'd become a doctor or a scientist to prove to people her worth.

Sandy is a waitress at a diner so she can bring a bit more income. I see her still woth Soda and raising their kids together (they have like 4)

Sylvia is a bartender at Buck's

[brodygold]

Join the Golden Army: Where Brotherhood, Sports, and Transformation Await!

The Golden Army is more than a team—it’s a way of life. We embody the spirit of competition, camaraderie, and growth, not just on the soccer field but across all sports. Whether it’s dominating the basketball court, hitting homers on the baseball diamond, or crushing it in the weight room, we play every sport with passion and a golden pride that shines through. Our golden jerseys unite us, and the bond between teammates is what makes the Golden Army truly legendary.

The Power of the Golden Jersey

When you wear the golden jersey, you’re not just joining a team—you’re embracing a new identity. That’s what happened to Nate, a self-described nerd who spent more time with his books than on the field. But once he put on the iconic golden jersey, everything changed. The jersey gave him a new sense of confidence, strength, and athletic prowess. The team took him under their wing, and within weeks, Nate had transformed into a jock, a powerful athlete who could keep up with the best. His new name? Griff, a nickname earned through hard work, sweat, and determination. The golden jersey doesn’t just change how you look—it changes who you are, bringing out the jock within every man.

Led by the Best

Under the leadership of Captain Richard and co-captain Jackson, the Golden Army doesn’t just win—we thrive in every sport we play. Brody and Scott, our two recruiters, make sure of that by only accepting the best of the best for each sport. Manager Walter, with his noble and haughty demeanor, as well as Coach Chet, ensures that the team stays on track and that every player pushes past their limits. No matter where we play—on the field, court, or track—the Golden Army is a force to be reckoned with.

More Than a Team—A Brotherhood

The Golden Army isn’t just about becoming the best athlete you can be; it’s about finding a family that will support you every step of the way. Whether you’re winning championships or hanging out after a game, the bond between teammates is unbreakable. We push each other, we challenge each other, and we grow together.

Are you ready to transform? Ready to wear the golden jersey and join a brotherhood that’s dedicated to sports, growth, and your success? The Golden Army is waiting for you. Become part of our legacy, and let the jersey transform you into the athlete you were meant to be!

[polodrone-099]

Coach has brought out his old uniform once again. Coach chet is gone. 099 has returned.

[wassupmygays]

when chet moved to tulsa in the 3rd grade, his first friend was this friendly boy on his little league baseball team. he was the first boy to welcome chet to the team, and his contagious laughter helped rid chet of his new-kid nerves. they quickly became the jokester duo of the team. they'd often get distracted out in the outfield, miming jokes to each other across the grass during a boring inning. when chet hit his first ever home run, there was one cheer he could hear above the rest of the crowd.

in the 5th grade, when their little league team got new coaches, chet noticed that some of the kids didn't join the team. his friend included. chet's parents said it was a good thing, that the new league fees kept out the "wrong crowd". chet didn't really get the point of that, but he still had fun at the games. some of his new friends from school joined the league, and his parents seemed to like these boys a lot more than his old friend.

by the time chet was in 8th grade, he barely remembered all those inside jokes from the outfield. he had a new baseball team, new friends to cheer him on, new sports to try out for, and new things to worry about. like how his essay was absolute trash, or how his crush just started dating his best buddy, or how his head throbbed from a fight him and his buddies started with some kids last night. he vaguely recognized the laughter of one of those boys before the fight, how he tossed out smiles and jokes to ease the tension before the first punch was thrown.

in the middle of their sophomore year, when the newspapers were covered with headlines of a train accident and orphaned brothers, chet found himself wondering how sodapop curtis was doing. obviously he wasn't doing well, his parents just died horribly. and chet doesnt even know if he should go offer condolences, or if hes allowed to. socs dont offer support to greasers, he knows that. but he notes how quiet the halls in school sound without that familiar laughter ringing through them. he hadnt really, truly spoken to soda in years, aside from the rare school project that chet barely participated in.

he hadnt really noticed how much that boy's laughter had followed him through his days at school or at the drive-in or around town, until it was gone.

[goldenarmyofficial]

⚾ Midnight Challenge - Part 3 – The Turning point

Top of the 6th Inning – Gold Fighting Back

Score: 7-3 Phantom Aces Leading.

The air was suffocating, thick with an unnatural pressure. The Phantom Aces stood like statues, shadows curling around their feet. Ace the Phantom Hawk circled above, its silver eyes gleaming like twin lanterns in the fog. The revelations of Janus @polo-drone-055 (see here) were still ringing in everyone’s mind, feeling them with a mix of dread and resolution. 

Brandon (#58) @brandongold58 stepped into the batter’s box, his stance solid. The weight pressing on his shoulders was real—but he wasn’t about to crumble.

Ace’s shadow swooped lower.

For a split second, the Gold dugout darkened further.

But then—

A black-and-gold blur launched into the sky.

Milo. (@polo-drone-151)

The polo-drone pup, sleek and rubbery, twisting through the air with inhuman agility.

SNAP. His jaws clamped down just inches from Ace’s wing.

The Phantom Hawk shrieked, flapping wildly, veering away. Its shadow flickered, warping unnaturally as it retreated.

From the dugout entrance, Grayden, the Golden Knight @polo-drone-084, threw his fist into the air.

“THAT’S RIGHT! DRIVE THE SHADOWS BACK!”

For the first time, his voice carried.

The fog rolled back slightly. The stadium lights brightened just a bit.

Brandon exhaled.

The weight wasn’t gone—but it had shifted.

He gripped his bat tighter, reset his stance. Time to swing.

Gold Starts Clawing Back

Brandon faced Isaiah Crowe (#21). The pitcher’s smirk had faded slightly.

Brandon wasn’t playing into his tricks.

First pitch—ball. Second pitch—foul. Third pitch—fastball. Brandon read it cleanly.

CRACK!

The ball sailed into center field.

Brandon tore down the baseline—SAFE at first!

The dugout roared.

Brody (#11) @brodygold stepped in. He took two fast strikes but never wavered. On the third pitch, he adjusted, sending a grounder past second base.

Brandon advanced to third.

Gold���s momentum was shifting.

Brock (#46) @brockgold followed. He fought through a long at-bat, fouling off two pitches before launching a laser down left field!

Brandon sprinted for home.

SLIDE—SAFE!

7-4.

The dugout exploded.

Brody took third base.

Roman (#68) @roman-golden-68 was up. New to the game, but steady. He held strong, but Isaiah adjusted.

A wicked breaking ball snapped into the zone.

Strike three.

Roman cursed under his breath, walking back to the dugout.

Tamerlan (#73) @eddy-gold-73 stepped in.

His legs were trembling. The phantom pain burned, like cold iron sinking into his muscles.

But he gritted his teeth, forced himself to swing.

Weak contact.

The ball rolled toward first base. Jesse Briggs (#19) scooped it up effortlessly.

OUT.

But Brody was already flying down the third baseline.

SLIDE—SAFE.

7-5.

Tamerlan staggered back toward the dugout, his breathing heavy, but he refused to leave the game.

Coach Chet watched him closely. He had one more play in him—but that was it.

Dylan (#20) @dylangold20 stepped up.

He swung hard—but Caleb Hayes (#7) materialized in left field.

OUT.

Inning over.

Bottom of the 6th – Phantom Aces Try to Extend Their Lead

Ezra Quinn (#10) led off.

But Mack (#70) @polo-drone-070 wasn’t letting him slip away.

A sharp grounder up the middle—Mack charged in, barehanded the scoop, and fired to Brody.

OUT.

Nate Voss (#9) followed.

First pitch—he LAUNCHED it deep to left field.

Tamerlan tracked it, sprinting despite the agony in his legs.

The pain was unbearable.

But he didn’t stop.

The ball was sinking fast.

Tamerlan dived—JUMPED—CAUGHT IT.

OUT.

The crowd roared—but Tamerlan collapsed.

His legs finally gave out.

He clutched his thigh, gasping, unable to stand.

Leander (#88) @leander-gold-88 sprinted from the dugout. Substitution.

Tamerlan had fought through the pain for too long. He was done.

Isaiah Crowe (#21) stepped in.

And he wasn’t done playing mind games.

Xavier @polo-drone-039 took a breath, focused—he needed to end this inning.

First pitch—fastball, strike. Isaiah didn’t even flinch.

Second pitch—Isaiah suddenly dropped his stance—BUNT.

Xavier snapped forward, barehanded the ball, and fired to Brody.

OUT.

Top of the 7th – Gold Claws Back

Score: 7-5 Phantom Aces Leading

The air in Specter Stadium is thick—heavier than before, pressing on Gold like a physical weight. But in the dugout, something is shifting.

The Golden Knight stands tall, sword raised high. Beside him, Milo—the polo-drone pup—barks sharply, energy radiating from his sleek silhouette. His golden eyes track the shadows circling overhead.

And then—Mack steps into the batter’s box.

Isaiah Crowe is waiting. Smirking.

Mack grips his bat tight.

He doesn’t care how heavy the air feels.

He doesn’t care what tricks Isaiah has.

He knows his body. His instincts. His speed.

Crowe winds up.

First pitch—fastball, outside.

Mack doesn’t bite. Ball one.

Second pitch—inside.

Mack steps back. Ball two.

Isaiah’s smirk falters.

Crowe adjusts, throwing a wicked breaking ball.

Mack sees it before it even leaves his hand.

CRACK.

The ball launches into the night—HIGH, DEEP—GONE.

HOME RUN.

The dugout ERUPTS. The Golden Knight raises his sword high, and the shadows recoil just a bit.

7-6.

Isaiah’s lips press into a tight line. He steps off the mound.

Briar @polo-drone-050 steps up.

For a moment, he feels strong. The shadows seem less suffocating. The team is fighting back.

First pitch—contact!

It flies to left field—Caleb Hayes barely has to move.

OUT.

Isaiah exhales, adjusting his glove. The moment of momentum is halted.

Isaac @isaac-gold-45 steps in.

He grits his teeth. He’s been studying Crowe’s throws all game.

Crowe pitches.

CRACK.

Deep right field—BOUNCES OFF THE WALL!

Isaac digs for second—SAFE.

The dugout roars again.

Brandon steps up. He’s been solid all game. Steady. Unshaken. He locks eyes with Crowe.

Isaiah pitches.

Brandon swings. CLEAN HIT.

The ball cuts past Julian in right field.

Isaac sprints home.

TIE GAME. 7-7.

The Gold dugout is ALIVE. They’re IN this.

Brody steps up, bat in hand.

Isaiah glares at him.

Crowe winds up.

Brody reads the pitch. Swings.

The ball shoots toward Maddox at shortstop.

Maddox scoops—fires to second.

Jesse catches—fires to first.

DOUBLE PLAY.

The Phantom Aces kill the momentum.

Inning over.

But the damage is done.

7-7.

The Gold dugout is ON FIRE.

Bottom of the 7th – Xavier vs. The Abyss

Maddox Kane steps up to the plate.

The air shifts.

Xavier exhales, rolling his shoulders. His arms feel heavier. His breathing is slightly off. But he focuses.

Brandon calls for a fastball.

Xavier throws.

Maddox doesn’t swing.

Ball one.

Brandon frowns. “Oi, bruv, focus.”

Xavier nods, trying to shake the fog out of his head.

He winds up—throws.

Maddox doesn’t swing.

Ball two.

The dugout murmurs. Something is off.

Brandon steps forward, tossing the ball back harder than usual. “X, shake it off.”

Xavier clenches his jaw.

Third pitch—fastball.

Maddox swings—FOUL.

Xavier exhales. Better.

Strike one.

Brandon doesn’t let Xavier hesitate. Next pitch—another fastball, high and inside.

Maddox doesn’t bite.

Ball three.

Xavier clenches his jaw. He’s losing his edge.

Brandon calls for a curve—Xavier throws.

Maddox swings—foul again.

Count is full. Tension thickens.

Xavier winds up for the final pitch.

CRACK!

A clean hit, bouncing toward right field.

Dylan reacts instantly, charging in, grabbing it after a single bounce.

Maddox sprints—but Dylan’s quick hands fire it back in.

Safe on first.

No out.

Vincent Moreau at Bat – The Distortion Unfolds

Brandon watches Vincent step up.

His rival. His shadow. His challenge.

Brandon narrows his eyes.

First pitch—fastball. Vincent doesn’t swing.

Ball one.

Brandon shifts slightly. The air feels strange.

Next pitch—slider, outside corner.

Vincent swings—foul.

Strike one.

Brandon exhales. Stay sharp.

Next pitch—fastball, inside.

Vincent swings—foul.

Strike two.

Xavier focuses. Another one like that—

Next pitch—Vincent swings again.

Foul.

Then another.

Another.

Three consecutive foul balls.

Brandon’s breath catches.

Something’s wrong.

The plate feels further away.

Xavier throws again.

Vincent swings.

CRACK!

The ball rolls deep past third base.

Brock charges, scoops it— but Maddox and Vincent are already safe on second and first.

Jesse Briggs at Bat – The Bases Fill

Jesse steps up, calm and unreadable.

Brandon narrows his eyes. “X, keep ‘im outta the zone, but don’t fall into his game.”

Xavier nods. Focus. Brandon signals—fastball, corners. Xavier throws.

STRIKE ONE.

Brandon calls for another.

Ball one.

Brandon’s fingers dig into the leather of his mitt.

This isn’t just fatigue.

This is something else.

Jesse adjusts.

Brandon signals again—another fastball.

STRIKE TWO.

For a moment, Xavier sees the opening—

But Jesse doesn’t hesitate.

CRACK.

A perfect bunt.

The Phantom Aces explode into motion.

Jesse sprints to first, unstoppable.

Maddox advances.

Vincent advances.

Jesse—SAFE.

Bases are loaded.

Maddox Kane Again – The Distortion Deepens

Brandon feels it now.

This isn’t just exhaustion.

This isn’t just a game.

The Phantom Aces are bending reality.

And Maddox is waiting.

Brandon signals Xavier. They can’t play safe.

First pitch—risky fastball, high.

Maddox doesn’t swing.

Ball one.

Brandon tightens his grip.

Next pitch—curveball, inside.

Maddox swings—foul.

Strike one.

Brandon breathes. Focus. Keep him off balance.

Next pitch—fastball, outside corner.

Maddox watches it. Doesn’t swing.

Ball two.

Brandon calls for another low breaking ball.

Maddox swings—foul.

Strike two.

Count is full.

Xavier winds up.

He throws.

Ball four.

BASE ON BALLS.

Phantom Aces score.

8-7.

Brandon’s stomach tightens.

Maddox laughs softly, stepping to first. 

Then he calls for a substitution.

Dominic "Revenant" Cole steps onto the field. Their best hitter. Something Changes.

The stadium warps.

Shadows twist  stretch, and coil around the field, seeping into the grass like living veins of darkness.

Xavier’s legs tremble. His vision blurs. His breath catches.

The dugout leans forward.  Their presence is heavier. More unnatural. The weight of their reality-bending trickery is suffocating.

The Golden Knight and Milo cheer—but it’s fading against the darkness.

Phantom Aces are closing in.

Xavier can barely feel his arm. The ball in his grip seems distant, as if it’s slipping through time itself. Brody sees Xavier crumbling. Should he switch Roman in as pitcher ? They need to stop it fast. Trey, who had been observing the match intently since his apparition as Janus, stands up, sensing something, and signals Brody to wait. A moment of tension…

And then—

BOOM.

The sky rips apart.

A golden rift shatters through the veil of darkness, jagged like a divine lightning strike splitting the heavens.

Thunder doesn't just echo—it detonates.

The air collapses inward—then EXPLODES OUTWARD.

A figure steps through.

No—he doesn’t step.

He lands.

With an earth-shaking THUD, his massive frame crashes onto the mound like a meteor slamming into the battlefield of gods. The ground QUAKES beneath him. The pitcher's plate cracks. Dust and golden sparks swirl around him.

Hercules @goldenherc9 has returned.

His form is radiance incarnate, his muscles etched in divine perfection, his golden uniform shimmering like molten light.

His golden aura pulses outward, swallowing the creeping black mist.

The dugout erupts.

The Phantom Aces hesitate.

Even Maddox Kane’s smirk wavers—just for a second.

Xavier stumbles backward, wide-eyed. His exhaustion evaporates, but not from recovery—from sheer awe.

Herc places a massive hand on Xavier’s shoulder.

“Rest.”

His voice rumbles through the field like a battle drum.

Xavier nods, stepping off the mound.

Isaac hands his bat to Herc. He, too, knows what this means.

Herc takes the ball.

And everything changes.

Herc vs. Dominic – The Storm Breaks

Dominic grits his teeth. He’s no coward, but Herc isn’t a man—he’s a force.

Brandon squares up behind the plate, fire in his eyes. He sees it.

The shift.

The momentum breaking.

Herc winds up.

First pitch—

Dominic swings—MISS.

Strike one.

Herc doesn’t blink.

Second pitch—

Dominic swings late—FAST.

Strike two.

He exhales sharply. Readjusts. But there’s no time.

Third pitch—

Dominic swings—EMPTY AIR.

STRIKE THREE. OUT.

Herc doesn’t even acknowledge him. Just turns. Just keeps walking.

The Phantom dugout is silent.

Herc vs. Julian – The Titan Marches On

Julian steps in, eyes flickering with eerie moonlight. His bat rests lazily on his shoulder, but his presence is sharp.

Brandon calls it—inside slider.

Herc throws.

Julian misses.

Strike one.

Brandon smirks. Yeah. That’s right. Feel it, bruv.

Second pitch—curveball.

Julian reacts late—he swings.

Strike two.

The crowd grows tense.

Third pitch—fastball, dead center.

Julian swings—contact!

The ball hisses toward the ground—but Brock is already moving.

SCOOP. FIRE TO FIRST—OUT.

Two outs.

The Phantom Aces remain still.

Something Is Wrong.

Brandon feels it first.

The air thickens.

A pulse of something… unnatural.

Maddox Kane steps away from third base.

But another Maddox Kane stands at the dugout.

Two.

And then—one.

One Maddox fades into the mist, merging into Ezra Quinn’s shadow.

Ezra’s eyes snap up. They shine.

His posture shifts—not his, but Maddox’s.

A hollow smirk spreads across his face.

He steps into the batter’s box.

And Brandon understands.

This isn’t Ezra anymore.

This is Maddox’s final trick.

Herc vs. Ezra/Maddox – The False Home Run

Herc narrows his eyes. He doesn’t question. He doesn’t hesitate.

First pitch—fastball.

Ezra swings—MISS.

Strike one.

Brandon steadies himself. He sees it. The distortion hasn’t left. Maddox is still manipulating something.

Herc throws again—fast. Precise.

Ezra swings again—empty air.

Strike two.

But then—it happens.

Brandon’s breath catches. Something warps.

The shadows pull.

The lights flicker.

Ezra grins—no, Maddox grins through him.

Herc winds up.

He throws.

CRACK.

The ball explodes off the bat.

It’s too perfect.

A textbook home run.

It’s going over the fence.

The stadium seems to stretch.

Herc turns, eyes locked.

Brandon turns—breath held.

The dugout goes dead silent.

But then—

A flash of gold.

A streak of motion.

A blur with wings.

Dylan isn’t Dylan anymore.

His body flickers—his feet leave the ground—his aura shifts.

Hermes takes flight.

He jumps.

Higher than should be possible.

His glove extends.

The ball meets leather.

CAUGHT.

The Stadium Stops.

For a moment—just a moment—even the Phantom Aces freeze.

Dylan lands, panting, fire in his eyes.

He turns, lifting his glove.

The ball is there.

Ezra stands at home plate, frozen.

The dugout explodes.

Milo barks. The Golden Knight roars.

The inning is OVER.

Herc steps down from the mound.

Brandon removes his mask, grinning.

The shadows recoil.

The Phantom Aces’ perfect plan—

Crushed. 8-7 Phantom Aces Leading.

It’s time for Gold’s comeback.

______ (Pictures by @polo-drone-151, @goldenherc9 and @polo-drone-070). Join the Gold now to face such challenges with us. Contact @brodygold, @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001.

[littlestarbigsky]

Get to this when you can, it's absolutely not important, but you've done both Cherry and Soda in pain... but what about Chet? 😭

oh anon. aaaaaanon. you may not have asked for it but i decided to use this fic to dump my chet lore (and also project like a motherfucker)

in other news my next fic is gonna be chetcherrycola in the shower🫢 do with that information what you will

anyways in this one chet has a migraine nd cherry and soda are the best <3

“chet? what’s going on?” cherry answered the phone as quickly as she could, mostly so that her parents wouldn’t pick up the call first.

nobody spoke from the other line, cherry was just met with heavy breaths and muffled sobs.

“baby, are you there?” cherry started asking, lowering her voice. “what’s going on?”

“migraine,” chet gasped, his voice tense.

cherry immediately rolled over in bed, reaching down to grab her shoes that she had kicked off earlier, “oh, honey…”

“i can’t… he wouldn’t stop yelling…” chet sobbed miserably, and cherry knew exactly what had happened and why he was so upset.

“hey, baby, can you please take a deep breath for me? you can keep your eyes closed, just breathe for me for a second, okay?” she coached him, dreading when she would have to hang up on him to drive over.

chet gave a brave attempt at a few deep breaths, and cherry carried on quietly, “there you go, sweetheart, i’m so proud of you. is he still there with you?”

“he just left for work…” chet cried.

“okay, i have to hang up, but i’ll be there soon, alright?” she said, her voice trembling with a combination of fear and fury.

“okay…” his voice was already cutting out. “i love you.”

“i love you, too, baby.”

cherry hung up the phone and immediately started to dial the dx, where she knew soda was at work.

“dx, known by the customers we keep, you got soda,” he answered the phone jovially.

cherry couldn’t help but smile, “hey, it’s me, how much longer until you get off?”

“hey, baby,” she could practically hear him smiling through the phone. “maybe twenty minutes, why?”

“chet has another migraine, i’m leaving to pick him up now, but he’s gonna want both of us.”

“shit,” soda whispered. “what was it this time?”

cherry sighed, “you know what.”

soda seemed to think for a moment before saying, “we can go back to my house, darry and pony are up at that track invitational until tomorrow.”

“perfect, we’ll be there soon,” cherry sighed, pulling on her jacket with the phone still sandwiched between her ear and shoulder. “i love you.”

“love you more,” soda answered, in the same way he always did, before hanging up quickly.

cherry raced downstairs, grabbing her purse and keys and flinging the front door open. she was sure she was going too fast, it felt like she was driving in the way that she would usually scold chet, but she was too focused on getting to him to care. a small part of her wished she could have gotten soda first, but she knew he wouldn’t want to be home, at least not after a fight with his dad.

having a police chief for a dad had never been easy, it was all chet had ever known, but that didn’t make it less difficult. what was even harder, though, was losing his mom when he was seven.

imagine the worst thing a person can experience, the thing that wakes you up at night in a cold sweat, that you can’t even ponder for too long because it is so unimaginable. and imagine it happening before your brain is even done cooking, before you even have a hold on what it means to lose someone at all, you can barely even spell your name, but you can’t imagine doing anything ever again.

chet always got stress migrines, typically fueled by fights with his dad and worrying about him all the damn time, and they tended to get worse and more frequent around the anniversary of losing his mom. it broke cherry’s heart clean in two, to be honest, because even though it had been years, it still felt so fresh to him sometimes, like it had just happened. hell, it was probably why he had been so attached to soda lately.

cherry knew chet’s house was at least a five minute drive from hers, but she couldn’t remember it taking that long to get there. she just knew that she was parked on the street and was sprinting to the front door, grabbing the key from the flower pot outside the front door and pushing her way inside.

chet was curled up on the couch, his face shoved into the back cushion of the couch. his shoes were on and he was in his jacket, he was obviously ready to leave, and she felt something in her chest loosen. cherry carefully walked over, taking steps loud enough that she was sure he heard her, but also quiet enough that it wouldn’t bother him.

“hey, sweetheart,” she whispered, kneeling next to the couch. she was careful not to touch him, at least not until he let her know it wouldn’t make things worse. of course, it was all she could do to not pull him into her arms and hold him forever, but his comfort was her priority.

slowly, chet rolled over to face her. his eyes were brimmed with tears and his shoulders were slumped and shaky.

cherry could feel her heart aching, “you okay with touch, baby?”

he gave a small, barely-there, nod, and she hurried to comb her fingers through his hair, her fingers gently massaging his head. he pushed up into her hands, not unlike a cat, and gave a deep breath.

“you wanna go get soda?” she asked gently after a few minutes. “he’s getting off work soon, there’s nobody at his place.”

“yeah…” chet mumbled, his voice bordering on inaudible, but cherry was well versed enough with his migraines that she generally knew what to expect.

“okay,” she smiled. it was slow work, getting him sitting up, and then standing upright, but it happened. the sharp daylight once they got outside the house was like a thousand knives in his eyes, and he stumbled from the shock of the pain. cherry made sure to keep herself firmly attached to his side in case he needed to lean on her.

he piled into her car, not even bothering to stay sitting up, just laid down across the seat, his head rested comfortably on her leg. she ran her fingers gently through his hair, letting him cover his eyes with the bottom of her coat.

it wasn’t long before the car rolled into the parking lot of the dx, where soda was standing by the pump waiting for them. cherry pulled up next to him and he opened the door quietly.

“how’s the patient?” he asked quietly, gently pushing chet’s legs off the seat so he could crawl in.

“not so hot,” cherry frowned, sitting back in her seat and letting chet decide how he wanted himself oriented.

he eventually decided to sit up and lay against soda’s shoulder, face buried in the crook of his neck.

“someone’s having a rough day, huh?” soda mused, bringing a hand up to rub at chet’s temples as cherry started the final stretch of the drive to soda’s house.

“shut up…” chet groaned, and soda chuckled, kissing his head sweetly.

when they pulled up outside the house, cherry parked in the driveway while chet attached himself to soda, who happily maneuvered him into his arms to carry him inside. cherry ran ahead of them, holding the door open, making sure it shut behind them. she closely followed them until the bathroom, where she stopped to grab an aspirin and a cup of water.

when she found them in the spare bedroom, soda had already gotten chet’s shoes off and was helping him into some of his pajamas, a hoddie and pajama pants set out for cherry on the dresser. she almost asked why they had gone into soda’s old room before she noticed how small the window was and how dark the room would be compared to the room he shared with ponyboy.

once they had all gotten changed and chet had taken the medicine, they piled into the bed, chet’s back pressed against soda’s chest and his eyes closed while cherry carded her hand through his hair soothingly.

she sighed and quietly asked, “do you wanna talk about it, honey?”

chet shook his head, but still answered in a whisper, “it’s like he doesn’t realize i lost someone, too…”

“of course he does,” cherry whispered. “sometimes people just get caught up in their own grief that it can be hard to think of other people’s. it’s not okay for him to treat you like that, baby, it never was, but i know he loves you.”

“he’s got a funny way of showing it…” chet added miserably.

“what was she like?” soda asked gently after a few seconds, not pushing, just curious.

for the first time they’d seen that day, chet smiled slightly, “like sunshine. you remind me of her a lot sometimes, coca-cola. even when she was sick and hurting, she never missed any of my peewee football games or wasn’t there to cook us dinner.”

“she sounds amazing,” cherry smiled, wiping away the tear chet had blinked out.

“i know it’s been forever,” he sighed. “seriously, it’s been such a long time… but i still think about her every day. i still don’t know what i’m doing without her, i never have. it’s like i’ve lived another lifetime without her, but i can’t move on…”

soda hugged him close, “and you hate fighting with your dad because… you’re so scared something will happen to him and you’ll lose him, too.”

“something like that,” chet buried his face in the pillow, whether that was to hide the tears or from the headache, they’d never know.

“i know you don’t want to hear it,” cherry laid down next to him. “but it’ll all be alright. even if things go wrong, you are never gonna lose us, and we are always gonna love you, and i’m willing to bet chief baker feels the same way.”

chet let out a sound that was somewhere between a strangled sob and a sniffle, and they all knew staying awake wasn’t helping anyone anymore.

“i think it’s time to sleep,” cherry whispered, leaning forward to kiss his forehead.

chet didn’t respond, just grabbed her hands under the blankets and squeezed them gently. he snuggled back into soda, who just held him tighter, trying to ignore the tear slipping down his cheek.

“we love you so much,” soda whispered. “we’re not going anywhere, just rest.”

[polo-drone-084]

Practicing for the Big Game

Grayden, the Head Mascot, of the Golden Army was pulling double duty getting the team ready for the Big Game on Sunday. He first made a speech to all the support staff. The mascots, pups, and waterboys, and sidelined players of the team.

Even though for some reason most of the crowd of bros were wearing their pup hoods. He'd have to investigate that later.

"Bros, this is our biggest game yet. Most of you may not be on the field playing. I know Trevor isn't here since he is busy practicing. But just know we expect all of you to cheer as loud as you can and support the team in whatever way you are needed. Everyone of you is crucial in our victory."

The crowd erupted in a mix of applause and awoos. The pups couldn't help themselves.

"You pups better be good boys and be on your best behavior"

Grayden looked at his watch, oh shit he had to go practice.

"Love you bros. Keep up the great work. Head Mascot Grayden out."

Grayden, still dressed as the Golden Knight rushed off stage to the locker rooms to switch into his Football gear. He had to practice some sprints to get ready if he was asked to play on Sunday. He wasn't sure where he stood on the roster, but he would always be prepared.

Grayden rushed along the field doing sprints and practicing for whatever position Coach Chet and Captain Herc placed him in, if needed. His devotion to making sure the team succeeded was hard to match.

He just hoped the golden and polo pups would be well behaved.

[nate-gold-66]

⚡⚽ “Day 5: Preparing for the Golden Team vs Neon Vortex Match” ⚽⚡ The tension pulsed through every corridor of the Hive.

Golden Bro Nate 66 stood at the mirror, golden kit shining under the sterile locker room lights. His signature clear golden glasses caught the reflection of his own eyes—focused, calm, ignited. On his temple, the trimmed black cochlear implant pulsed faintly, tuned into the synced rhythm of the team’s collective breathing from the main hall.

Neon Vortex.

They weren’t just fast—they were chaotic. A team drenched in synthetic rebellion, streaks of pink and violet slicing across the field like strobe lights. But GOLD wasn’t chaos.

GOLD was order. Discipline. Unity.

Brody Gold paced before the lineup, soccer cleats clacking sharply against the tiles. “This ain’t just another match. They want to blind us with neon, confuse us with speed, break our formation.”

He turned, gaze locking with each Bro.

“But we don’t break. We shine.”

Behind him, the Polo Drones stood still—silent pillars of rubber and gold, arms behind backs, gleaming with readiness. PDU-070 adjusted the roster tablet. PDU-073 reviewed behavioral conditioning updates. The Hive pulsed silently in sync, waiting.

Then 009 stepped forward.

Scott. Herc.

Captain.

“The Neon boys are flashy. But the field doesn’t care about flash. The field remembers weight. Presence. Obedience. And this team has earned that weight.”

He pointed to Nate.

“You. 66. You start the first whistle. Not because you’re perfect. But because you belong. This match will carve memory into the grass, and I want your bootprint to be the first mark it keeps.”

A silent breath passed through the team like a wave.

Drills began.

Compression shirts pulled tight. Mantras whispered through haptic sleeves. Bro after Bro locked into formation. Passes sharpened. Headers thundered. The gold arced through the air in perfect choreography.

And through it all, the Vortex loomed.

Night would fall. Neon would come to blind. But GOLD… GOLD was forged to burn through it.

🏟️ Final Notes (Coach Chet’s Board):

66 starts left mid.

PDU-084 leads mascots in mid-field chant.

Waterboys pre-charge hydration packs with electrolyte-mix #G3.

Final scrim vs dummy Vortex at 1900 sharp.

📢 Hive Transmission Scheduled: 2100 – Full Golden Sync Activation 💬 Tactical Mantra: “Illuminate. Control. Dominate.”

 “Do you want to join? Contact our recruiters: @brodygold, @goldenherc9, @polo-drone-001 or @polo-drone-125”

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[richbbydaddy]

DEAD POETS SOCIETY ISN'T ABOUT POETRY

a wee review, feel free to fight me in replies ;)

General thoughts

role models and teachers

to me, this movie isnt really about poetry, but rather about the impact that adults can have on young people. the last scene of the movie perfectly illustrates this point. the movie could have ended in a way that celebrated the power of literature, but instead, it highlights the impact of mr keating. the main themes of this film - coming of age, family, friendship, love, can all be illustrated by substituting a poetry teacher, with say, a tennis coach. (yes ik this is controversial - literally fight me 😭)

2. poetry, art and masculinity

that being said ⬆️, i do think that the choice to go with poetry is still meaningful, especially with the all-male cast and private boys school setting.

im sorry to contradict the tiktok edits but i think the only reason why people see the film as homoerotic is because of their misguided concepts about poetry and masculinity. these guys are huddled together reading poetry and sharing their love for literature - that HAS to be GAY, right? WRONG. i think the movie actually tries to push back against this stereotype by just how STRAIGHT the characters are.

im still split as to whether there is homoerotic subtext (spanking, phallic imagery, male school/student relationship) - although i do think there is some evidence, I don’t want to mistake bias ^ mentioned above

anyways, although i love my doomed yaoi, these tiktokers dismissing this film as JUST yaoi really subtracts from everything else it’s saying

3. villain city! (cameron & mr perry)

I LOVE how well done the ‘villains’ are in this - you can’t help but feel sympathy for cameron because most of us are camerons!! most of us wouldn’t have the guts to do what todd did, to refuse authority outright and to not save ourselves when we can. even though he’s a little bitch, hes also all of us. mr perry is also so complex - he’s actually such an asian parent in so many ways (doctor trope) but every time after neil coalesces to his requests he says something ALMOST comforting and soft (eg you know how important this is to your mother) even if it is the typical manipulation. youd best believe that if neil was asian he’d be in james ruse taking physics and latin.

Critiques

i really, really don’t like the way this movie handles women

a common thread in this movie’s portrayal of female characters is that NONE OF THEM HAVE ANY AGENCY. all the female characters are simply reacting to the environments around them (or the will of the male characters) and are extremely one dimensional. not to mention that NO FEMALE POETS are mentioned, ever.

a) Mrs Perry (neil’s mum)

she is perhaps the MOST complex female character in the film, and that’s saying a lot. she’s the typical ‘enabler’ in a lot of abusive parent relationships - she obviously loves Neil and is extremely upset at letting him go to boarding school (even crying in bed about it) yet does NOTHING to challenge Mr Perry’s judgement. yes, this could just be a part of her character, but this lack of agency and submission to the will of male characters reoccurs throughout the film.

b) chris

Chris is everything about how NOT to write a female character. She’s literally introduced as Chet’s girlfriend, and other than being pretty, she literally does nothing. like mrs Perry, she only reacts to the actions of the male characters. for instance, she only invites Knox to the party when he calls her, she literally only hangs out with him after he BEGS her several times. maybe the only time we see her exercise free will is when she visits Knox when it’s snowing, but even that is FOR A MAN.

she has NO LIFE or hobbies or interests (some might say cheerleading, and even though that’s a valid hobby i have the feeling that the filmmakers probably intended for that to fit into the ‘pretty, unattainable girl’ trope). chris literally exists for the purpose of being Knox’s love interest, and thus she’s not really a ‘person’ in the eyes of the filmmakers.

d) gloria and tina

im lowk confused by these characters bc everywhere online says that they’re ‘charlie’s friends’ but i literally thought they were hookers? they looked like literal adults but ok.

anyways, the whole ‘dead poets society’ is SUCH a ‘boys club’ - they literally sit around smoking pipes. when women are introduced, they’re not portrayed as intelligent human beings, but rather as conquests to be wooed. i understand that the whole ‘wooing women’ thing is a part of the whole boyhood/adolescence thing but couldn’t they have wooed an intelligent woman with agency??

2. neil’s suicide and mental health

I really don’t think this is a good depiction of suicide or mental illness. even the most talented artists (if they’re mentally well) don’t shoot themselves if they can’t pursue their art, especially at seventeen. plenty of people who burn with passion for art do not kill themselves at seventeen because their parents don’t let them pursue it. i think, realistically, for neil to have committed suicide, a better set up of his depression or struggle with mental illness should have been depicted for a more accurate depiction.

this movie is essentially saying to young people that killing yourself is the only thing you can do if your parents don’t let you be an artist, which is NOT TRUE. i understand neil’s passion and desperation, but i think the film should have offered a more hopeful solution to young artists with the same passion and struggles as neil.

Overall (the least important part of this post lmao)

ok I REALLY LIKED THIS - I love poetry and literature and I’ve also had similar experiences with very impactful teachers. I think it’s an incredibly beautiful film that addresses important topics with such realism and compassion. some of the characters are really amazing, i really related to some of them and recognise some of the people i know in them. that being said, i think a film cannot be truly GREAT if it completely ignores the experience of an ENTIRE SEX, literally 1/2 of the people who make up the world. i get that it’s ABOUT masculinity, but having 0 3 dimensional female characters is just lazy and bad writing (sorry ily dead poets society). i also think that it’s not a great portrayal of mental illness and suicide, which is important considering the films audience (prob artistically engaged young people). THAT BEING SAID, it’s still such an emotional, resonant story and something that I will watch again :)

[totaled-drama]

hi

uh...

Can you explain Little League? Thnaks..

Hi!! Thank you for the question.

The Little League AU places the gen 4 cast onto little league hockey teams based on their teams in season 1. The Frogs of Death team is called the Leap Frogs, and the Ferocious Trout team is called the Flying Fish in this AU. All of the gen 4 characters are 9-10 years old.

Lightning and Svetlana are the coaches for the Leap Frogs team, while Jacques and Josee are the coaches for the Flying Fish team. Sky and Jo are assistant coaches for the teams. The other alters in the system will coach the team as well if Svetlana isn’t fronting.

Plot lines in this AU directly reference canon!! They do not line up 100% correctly, and I have heavily edited the plot lines to make them make sense with the new setting, but they use canon as a guideline. For example, Millie still writes about everyone, but she writes in a diary with glitter pen, and all of her notes are just silly complaints that a kid would have (“Axel wouldn’t let me use her green marker to color in my picture :(” or “Ripper is mean! >:(”).

Some plot lines don’t take place at the hockey rink. For example, S1E6 is trip to an amusement park that has a catapult ride. S2E1-5 all take place at the school during field day, so the kids are on field day teams (their season 2 teams) during those plot lines. Their hockey teams remain the same during this time; those don’t change at all in this AU. The Frogs are still Frogs in season 2, and the Fish are still Fish.

The hockey program in this AU is directly connected to their school, so the hockey program is kind of like an after school club. The three main locations in this AU are the hockey rink, the school, and the theatre. The theatre is where Nichelle performs at (instead of being a famous actress).

The gen 1-3 and RR casts also show up in this AU. They mostly work at the hockey rink, school, or theatre, but some of them work elsewhere (Chet and Lorenzo work at a card shop in town and host D&D games there, for example). All of the gen 1-3 characters in this AU are in their mid-late twenties.

A lot of the plot lines for gen 1-3 also have parallels to canon in this AU, but the vast majority of them happened when they were still in high school.

I’m going to eventually write a fic for the LL AU, so it’ll probably all make more sense once the plot lines are written out completely, but this is most of the basic information about the AU!! If anyone has any questions about a specific plot line or character, please let me know. :)

I always tag my LL AU posts with “#td little league au,” so you can look through that tag if you want to see my previous art for this AU and answers to questions people have asked me in the past!!

[amphtaminedreams]

Just in Time for Fashion Week: A Retrospective A-Z Ft. RTW S/S25, Resort 2025, Haute Couture F/W24 & More (Part 1)

-top to bottom: 16Arlington RTW S/S25, Ashi Studio Haute Couture F/W24-

-clockwise l-r: Acne Studios RTW S/S25, Adeam ", Resort 2025-

-clockwise l-r: Alaïa RTW S/S25, Adam Lippes Resort 2025, Alessandra Rich RTW S/S25-

-l-r: Alberta Ferretti RTW S/S25, Resort 2025-

-top to bottom: Alejandra Alonso Rojas Resort 2025, RTW S/S25-

-top to bottom: Alexander McQueen RTW S/S25, Resort 2025-

-top to bottom: Alexis Mabille Haute Couture F/W24, RTW S/S25-

-top to bottom: Alfredo Martinez RTW S/S25, Altuzarra "-

-clockwise l-r: Ambush RTW S/S25, Andreas Kronthaler “, Antonio Grimaldi Haute Couture F/W24, Ann Demeulemeester RTW S/S25-

-l-r: Anna Sui RTW S/S25, Resort 2025-

-top to bottom: Antonio Marras RTW S/S25, Resort 2025-

-top to bottom: AO Yes RTW S/S25, ArdAzAei Haute Couture F/W24-

-top to bottom: Area Haute Couture F/W24, A.Roege Hove RTW S/S25-

-Armani/Privé Haute Couture F/W24-

-top to bottom: Ashish RTW S/S25, Atlein "-

-top to bottom: AVAVAV RTW S/S25, Bally ", Batsheva "-

-top to bottom: Balmain RTW S/S25, Resort 2025-

-top to bottom: Baum und Pferdgarten Pre-fall 2025, Resort 2025, RTW S/S25-

-top to bottom: Beare Park Resort 2025, By Marlene Birger ", Charles Jeffrey Loverboy RTW S/S25-

-l-r: Bibhu Mohapatra Resort 2025, RTW S/S25-

-clockwise l-r: Bottega Veneta Resort 2025, RTW S/S25, Burberry RTW S/S25, Resort 2025-

-clockwise l-r: Carla Zampatti Resort 2025, Cecilie Bahnsen Resort 2025, RTW S/S25, Chet Lo "-

-l-r: Carolina Herrera RTW S/S25, Resort 2025-

-clockwise l-r: Casablanca RTW S/S25, Carven “, Chika Kisada “, Chopova Lowena “, CFCL “-

-l-r: Chloé Resort 2025, RTW S/S25-

-clockwise l-r: Christian Cowan RTW S/S25, Christian Siriano “, Resort 2025, Collina Strada RTW S/S25-

-top to bottom: Christopher Esber RTW S/S25, Resort 2025-

-clockwise l-r: Co RTW S/S25, Resort 2025, Coach Resort 2025, RTW S/S25-

-top to bottom: Cong Tri RTW S/S25, Conner Ives "-

-top to bottom: Coperni RTW S/S25, Resort 2025-