#GOING GOING GONE

[likerealpeopledo-on-ao3]

Thanks for the tag @stereopticons!

Part of Hawk wished he could view the stadium again through those same fresh optimistic eyes, but the reality was, his eyes had never been that fresh. He’d been around major league baseball his whole life, and playing for the Washington Travelers had always felt like a foregone conclusion, never an opportunity. Certainly never something that stopped him in his tracks and caused him to look around. But Tim did stop, because this was something that he had dreamt of but never quite expected to become reality, and Hawk was there to witness it. And as his captain, to help usher Tim into a role, no, a life that would either make him or break him, if he could stick around long enough.

In the shadow of the tunnel, Hawk cupped Tim’s elbow, allowing his hand to linger long enough to say, “Welcome to the big leagues, Tim Laughlin.”

He meant it.

Tagging @jesterlesbian @mostlyinthemorning @redmyeyes @jamilas-pen @lispenardsstreet @startagainbuttercup @beyondxmeasure @this-is-bwr and anyone else who has words!

[weirdlookindog]

Richard Hell & The Voidoids - Going Going Gone

[dinosaurwithablog]

Post season Stanton is real!! Another homer... 439 feet.... see ya!!! Giancarlo always plays his best ball in the post season. He has been responsible for so many runs during this post season. It's incredible!! 💜 Look at that face. Such determination!!! Look at those arms. Sooooooo many rippled muscles. He's beautiful 😍

He looks very happy and he should.

I love how he just stops and watches the ball go. He knows it's gone!! He knew, and I knew it as soon as I heard that crack of the bat!!

The fans are going crazy!!! They're jumping up and down so fast that all you can see is the white baseball in a blur of excited, jumping fans. I was jumping here, too, so I get it.

[cade-space]

And it feels good to be known so well who do you think you are what do you think I am being back here makes me hot in the face haspa ichba sheeba floov you two are connected by pure coincidence I dream about it your love is tried and true blue when you cut a whole into my skull do you hate what you see like I don't wanna be funny anymore you've got a nine to five so I can't remember why we stopped hanging out but I still wear her letter r charm on my bracelet and wonder if she thinks of me as her first time I tasted somebody else's spit I had a coughing fit going out going going out

[scoups4lyfe]

Neon's practicing

They dodged that shxt

LOL

He fking dodged it and it popped back like a boomerang and walloped him in the head

ACE LOL

STFU

he really said 'nice' in english and everything

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🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

PLEASE

NOT ACE LAUGHING AS HE TURNS AWAY

I'M-

[idislikefrenchclass]

“The bloody battle ended

No, the sun can’t break the habit of going down”

words can’t describe how much i love this song

[chelseajackarmy]

[lepidopterologism]

if I do a little bit of stretching i can make going going gone by Lucy dacus about aled last

[streetlegal1978]

[daytea]

kluges II because that's just what this is, kluges II

[jesusleonardo]

When you find out what doxxed means

[likerealpeopledo-on-ao3]

Tim’s apartment didn’t hold any furniture to speak of, really, just a bed, two lawn chairs, a small table, a lamp. The rookie contract didn’t pay shit, and it showed, although one piece in the room did make it feel more like a home: a tiny bookshelf packed to overflowing with textbooks and photo albums, the available surface lined with plants. The Virgin Mary stared down at Hawk from her framed portrait with a beatific smile: I know what you want, Hawk, you can’t hide it from me.

It wasn’t long before Tim emerged from the kitchen bearing two servings of grilled cheese and tomato soup. Hawk balanced the paper plate on his knees, the soup bowl on the tiny table between the chairs. The entire setup was an accident waiting to happen and it took all of his strength not to tuck his napkin into his shirt collar to protect his newly dry cleaned clothing. “Looks delicious.”

“Looks warmed all the way through,” Tim countered, taking a tentative bite. “So what are you doing here, Hawk? I didn’t know team captains made social calls.”

“We don’t, unless you’re the anointed one.” Hawk chewed for a moment, butter and salt and cheese intermingling in a way that would have brought forth some sort of sense memory from childhood in most people, but in Hawk, nothing. It was just butter and salt and cheese in a room with a man that he wanted to know better. Intimately, perhaps.

Thanks for the tag @stereopticons!

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[ceaselessbasher]

I swear to god one of these days were going to see a video of Amaury Guichon and he's going to be making some wings and they are going to look dope as hell, the detail of each feather will be breathtaking, he'll spray paint them to perfection, but as the video goes on, he's not building any sort of winged creature, just the wings. And then there's a human-sized harness (also made of chocolate, somehow, he can do it). And he's attaching the wings to the harness. And he's putting the harness on and he demonstrates how he can flap the wings. And then he'll be off. Out the window and up and up and up. And we'll be looking at the livestream (it's a livestream now) and we'll scream "No, Amaury, the sun! It's going to melt the wings!". But he knows this already. And he is free.

[s1xseasonsandamov1e]

gimme the money pleaseee

Songs Lucy dacus writes about men are like “yeah I dated this guy when I was 13 and he sucked what a fucking loser” and “I will jump out of this car and walk home 4 miles in the snow” but the songs she writes about women are like “hey, I will kill your dad if you want just give me the word” and “if you marry your dumbass boyfriend I’ll throw my shoe at you on your wedding day”