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daimonhalos · 4 years ago

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Aight this is the second time I watch it but I'm gonna do a commentary on the latest bad's lore stream! Just for funsies, I might have honestly already forgotten some stuff so I wanna keep my thought process :3 let's go, commentary under the cut.

There's also some small theories/analysis in some points but nothing too much, just me rambling cause pain.

The pre stream song. Faster and Bad never change please.

I love so so so much the ominous soundtracks he puts as background for lore man it's just so coooool.

Reality check pre/post lore my beloved 💜

that little meh eh eh. is everything

he's just on a boat at night and but can already see he's got shaders on, this means PRETTY VISUALS AHEAD. Also i really like bits beginning with the character alone heading towards their destined direction, it's just pleasing

HIM TAKING DOWN ANTI EGG POSTERS. KING SHIT

Can't believe I got to hear "muffinhead" in lore voice.

Not even inside the room and HOLY SHIT they covered it all with the red bricks block IM AAAAH IT'S SO PRETTY. Like before the vines were all put at random but now they're neatly placed and it's actually aesthetically pleasing? I love it

DANCEFLOOR DANCEFLOOR DANCEFLOOR

The table. is . so. is so . it's so prebby,,, help like i'd live there man

Bad being overwhelmed by the egg's voice and lowkey scared. FINE IM FINE

No other choice. And the way he repeated it like a mantra? Kind of like to convince himself? AHHH

SKEPPY. SKEPP

small,, small egg staircase

haha fuckign pain. p a i n. just pain it sounds a lot like Skeppy before actually stayed with Bad cause it annoyed him how much he wanted to hang out like old times,,,,, my heart pangs

IM JUST WORRIED ABOUT YOU

I CARE ABOUT YOU *passes out*

bad scared the egg is skeppy's bff now /j (have to joke through the pain,,)

BADBOY i swear to god he knows his audience. he just does.

Bad doing whatever he can to even just hang out a few minutes with skeppy. Bro, the tears inside

"I'm comfortable right here." "Skeppy I know you are-" THE WAY BAD'S VOICE BROKE HERE HOLY SHIT LEMME CLIP IT.

He talks to chat. HE TALKS TO CHAT THIS MEANS WE ARE CANON THUS we are either little angels or demons around him or a mix or, we're particles that make up Rat ♥

"All of this is for him" okay stab me next time it'll hurt less

BADBOY STARTING TO BE CONFLICTED BECAUSE HE NEVER HAS A FUCKING BREAK

s- w- skeppy kept the egg alive? okay so ive been thinking about the fact that skeppy became completely red and like wow what if it kinda is that hes literally become a small part of Egg? like, i wonder if someone breaks it, if he feels pain

Skeppy so dry with his responses. stop i will cry

bad. bad why are you bringing up selfies to a lore stream bad-

"why are you still talking to me" "okay..." stop stop PLEASE STOP-

smol growls, he's getting frustrated

idk why but skeppy talking about the perimeters made me laugh it was just funny how far away he was and just started talking about it randomly

"i think it looked a little bit better before" thoughts being thunk

"what's it gonna take for you to stop talking to me?" literally i am deceased s t o p

STOP STEPPIN ON THE MAGMA BLOCKS SIR YOU'RE HURTING

Bad shouldn't be so happy about just having "one last walk around" with skeppy so he "stops bothering" him tHIS HURTS SO MUCH the egg has fucked them up so much

Skeppy doesn't hear it huh? Maybe it whispers different things to everyone

"I like how it feels" nooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO STOP HURTING TOURSELF

so no dance? *slams phone on the ground*

When skeppy says his line about never seeing anything close to a party there, idk what it is about it but his tone just hits, man he's so good preesh

HE CALLED HIM ANT. BAD PLS YOUR BEING BAD AT NAMES IS SHOWING

"Oh my goodness you're going back to the egg" HE'S SO SAD. HE'S SO SAD CAUSE HE COULDNT KEEP HIM WITH HIM A LITTLE BIT LONGER HES S

"you know what? i invite you" i wanna read this in a certain way. The egg was feeling like bad was so frustrated he started doubting the egg, so it was like alright let's use skeppy to get it closer to I can manipulate this bad boy better :)) motherfuck

are they about to kiss-

egg cockblocker

"okay don't come back" end me rn

ngl when sapnap joined I got real scared for a moment.

"it's not about power! it's nor about control! i'm you friend skeppy!" "I mean ... you can think that" FUCK U NO IM NOT DEALING WITH THIS RN

"We're friends, right?"

"In your head we can be best friends, we can be whatever you want" BDI ANYONE??????? also whatever- whatever he wants? :eyes: okay sorry no ill see myself out

"We're m- we are friends sk-" M- MARRIED WAS HE GONNA SAY MARRIED DID HE PULL A QUACKITY OH MY GOD I HATE THIS GUY OH MY GOD /pos but also like in a bawling my eyes out way

the egg is more than just a friend? skep u good there pal do u have smth to tell us

"You don't know what it's like." OH HERE HE GOES. HERE HE GOES HERE IT COMES OH NO.

The way Bad stutters i really thought he was gonna say something REALLY IMPACTFUL

"I have done so much for you, for our friendship and now you're trying to tell me we're not friends anymore?" LEAVE ME ALONE

I JUST CAUGHT THE BLOOPER HE SAID ON ME INSTEAD OF HANG OUT WITH ME IM CRYING OH MY GOD BAD HOW DID U FUCK THAT UP oh my god I imagine him mentally going like oh my gosh out of all the things that could be messed up THAT WAS SO FUNNY

ahaha my dads are fighting help

"You think you've done anything? You seriously think that?" *looks at my fic where bad feels worthless because the egg said so* ahah... I'm sorry?

"You left me for a long, long long time before you even checked up on me, okay?" he's not wrong,,,, he's not wrong why does this hurt sm,,,,, "and now all of a sudden you care about me?" OH MY GOD PLEASE I HATE THIS EGG

I see them... i see them approaching the lava blocks..

"the past doesn't matter" the egg wanting to erase their relationship so much,,,, i wanna cry because then if bad doesn't have skeppy he just has nothing right and then,,, then he can be another empty vessel for the fucking egg I hate this mI hate this so much

Also!!! little things I noticed!! Bad taking away part of the vine and also mining a red block? Without being affected at all? MHHHH

"I just wanted us to hang out like we used to" BAD'S VOICE CRACKING AGAIN STOP I WILL CJRYSD

"I did all of this for you and I didn't want the egg to take that away" you see how fucking tragic this is. Like Skeppy sacrificed himself so his friend could stop being infected. Bad sacrificed literally the whole server himself included to get him back. And then it comes down to this. The egg separating them a thousand fucking miles away. I hate this it's so sad

the selfish bit please no stop

THE LAVA BAD THE LAVA PLEASE IT'S TOO CLOSE

the fucking shaking with rage thing got me BROOOO I LOVE WHEN BAD DOES THE LITTLE THINGS IN GAME

"IT'S JUST A STUPID EGG" FUCKING FINALLY YOU TELL HIM BAD but then oh no oh no would you look at that huh. cant fucking have shit in dsmp. the way he immediately just screams for him right after

YOU CAN HEAR THE TEARS IN HIS VOICE and also mine hi I'm sobbing again

BDI FUCKING CANON LET'S GOOOOOOO WE CALLED ITTTT

(Dreamscape?)Skeppy being actually concerned with him haha this doesn't hurt at all!!!

*stares at black screen* I'm fine.

Thank you for listening to my ramble I am hurting so much bestie

#dream smp #dream smp spoilers #badboyhalo #bbh #skeppy #death tw #mind control tw #ask to tag

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ontowanderlust · 4 years ago

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Amend., v.

[Then]

"A bet's a bet, dearest bestie of mine," Minor singsonged as he wagged his finger at her, tutting at her pathetic excuse to back out. "Don't tell me you're going to chicken out of this."

Why is she friends with this guy again? If she had known this cruel side of his, she would've never took pity on him during Chemistry class. Now, she's regretting sharing her famous noodle recipe with him.

She shot daggers at him, hoping she'd get lucky and manage to kill him by staring. "When I said let's motivate each other to get passing grades, it doesn't mean that you'll cheat your way through the top."

Minor shrugged, waving his pride and joy- the only exam he managed to get a perfect score to. "All is fair in difficult subjects and terrible teachers, my friend." he beamed as she rolled her eyes at him good-naturedly. "Now, are you ready to hear what I have in mind?"

Her small smile dropped as she watched his face morph into a more sinister looking one.

Is it too late to unfriend this dork?

[Now]

"Well this brings back so many memories," Minor commented as they were ushered by Mr. Keller into the gymnasium where all the students of all year levels gathered, cheering their hearts out for their favorite team.

"Tell me about it," she murmured as she looked around, onslaught of memories came rushing back to her. "Remember the time where you almost hit me with a basketball?"

Minor looked at her, scandalized. "That was one time, boss!" he defended himself. "Out of all the things you can remember, that's the one thing you focused on?" he asked her in disbelief to which she laughed at.

"How can I forget, you're the one who always gets us in trouble." she chuckled, punching his arm slightly.

Just as he was about to retort, Mr. Keller directed them to the nearest empty space which happened to be near the announcer's box making Minor perk up, turning back to his boss, eyes twinkling in mischief.

"What?"

"Boss, do you remember the bet we had?"

[Then]

"You want me to what?" she hissed out, her eyes bulging out of their sockets as Minor rummaged his backpack for a roll of paper. "Minor, you said nothing too humiliating for a bet!" she said as Minor grinned at her.

"Oh please," he waved at her, dismissing her protests. "You didn't hesitate when you told me I should wear a skirt last week. Did you even hear me complain? No." he said, unrolling the poster for her.

"How could you complain when we both know you secretly loved it?"

"Besides!" He continued, ignoring her comment. "I already made you a banner and a cheer! All you just need to do is show up to the tournament, cheer for dreamy senior Gavin. With you being there, I have a great feeling about the match."

One look at the banner had all the color drained from her face.

[Now]

She blinked at his cheshire grin, turning away as her eyes search the gymnasium. "Where's Gavin?" she asked instead in hopes to change the subject.

"Mr. Keller asked him to substitute for a student who had just injured himself earlier this morning." Minor informed all too nonchalant, scooting over to her with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "You know what this means boss?"

"H-hang on, why are you so-"

"You get to redeem yourself! You get to play cheerleader again and you can't back out of this!" Minor singsonged, pulling a rolled paper out of nowhere, her eyes widening at the sight of the familiar poster. "Get your banner waving skills ready, boss! The match's about to start!"

[Then]

She can't do it.

Not when the whole school is gathered in the gymnasium. Not when Minor gave her a speech of encouragement (that ended up giving her all the reasons to back out from this bet). And definitely not when she had this huge crush on "dreamy senior Gavin".

Nope. She can't do it.

This is once in a lifetime opportunity! Your chance in making yourself known!

Screw Minor. He sucked at giving encouragement. Frustratingly, she blew on the stray strand in front of her eyes, slumping beneath the bench as she drowned down the noise as the basketball match intensified.

Gathering a small piece of courage, she peeked over the slits of the bench just in time to see Gavin looking over the crowd, distressed and distracted.

Was he looking for someone? She thought as butterflies swarmed her gut with a stray thought crossing her mind, unknowingly clutching the poster in her hand tightly. Is he... looking for me?

But that couldn't be. He didn't know who she was, and he couldn't be bothered knowing a pesky freshman like her. He's got tons of admirers, right?

So a girl like her can't be too important for him. He'd be fine without her.

Turning her heel, she flashed a smile- albeit a fake, cheery one- silently giving her own cheer for him.

Score for us, senior.

[Now]

This is humiliating, she thought as she unrolled the banner, the huge letters glaring as the sunlight hit the red glitters.

The words: Shoot it like you mean it Senior Gavin! is enough to attract everyone's attention- even those who were sitting across the court.

"Alright, that's the spirit boss!" Minor whispered encouragingly, flashing her a thumbs up and a wink. "Now for the cheer!"

There's no way she'll use the cheer Minor wrote for her. Not when her dignity's at stake.

"Remind me to cut your salary after this, Minor." she hissed, ignoring Minor's protests as she watched Gavin look around the crowd just like what he did a few years back, as if he's searching for something.

When his eyes landed on her and the ridiculously large banner that Minor had kept for her all these years, he couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows at the banner she's waving but everyone could tell that his mood has been uplifted by something-or someone. She took this opportunity to let out a shuddering breath before chanting the cheer she had for him all those years back.

Having attended both tournaments, Minor bit back the grin that’s been threatening to come out ever since his boss started cheering. Whereas Gavin’s team lost horribly last time, he knew this time is gonna be different.

[Bonus]

“Boss, why the hell didn’t you use the cheer I wrote for you?”

“Your cheer sucked.”

“I beg to differ. That cheer is a masterpiece!”

“What are you two talking about? What cheer?”

“You don’t wanna know-” “Gooooooo Gavin! Go Gavin! My smexy officer! I changed the last part since you’re a police officer now so it’s only appropriate-ow!”

Calling that anon who requested a high school fluff! Calling that anon who requested a high school fluff! If anyone’s curious why I’m calling out to that specific anon, it’s because I wasn’t really satisfied with the high school prompt one since I wrote that when I was freaking sleep deprived- curse you past self.

So to compensate, I wrote a whooping 1k plus prompt. I really wanted to adapt the writing style I used for once upon a time fandom where past meets present but it’s a bit complicated to use in dictionary prompt since I strictly told myself not to use too much of page breaks. So I figured this is the best I can come up with.

I don’t know why but whenever I write fluff, the idea always slips away from me- unlike angst where I write it in one day for a few hours, fluff takes me days. Gosh. Anon, I do hope you like this one. Writing what could’ve beens- especially High School! Gavin and MC are always a joy.

Send me some prompts! (Yes, I still do this thing so don’t worry about me closing this game. I plan on writing for this prompt game and fandom for a long time)

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memorys-skyscraper · 3 years ago

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Took several attempts to get to the character select screen and ~20 minutes in queue but we made it

time for Endwalker pt 1

(this is a fucking novel)

LET TATARU COME WITH MEEEEEEE, cant believe she’s front and center on the poster and she doesn’t even get to come with WHAT is the deal

oh jesus, it’s him, the rat man is our narrator for this one. who summoned grandpa back, wasn’t me this time

the fucking reaction I just had to hearing Answers, holy shit

oh hello ma’am, was that you singing? i love your work. oh okay she’s literally just hydaelyn we’re not beating around the bush on this one

alright Yshtola coach us in committing immigration fraud, let’s go

also can we stop calling Graha “Graha Tia”, like I get that we need to remind everyone that he’s not a mega-chad Nunh but like, we get it

“name and occupation” uhhhh????? I don’t have a fuckin job?????? I’m an artisan ok I’m an omnicrafter

OH THANK GOD KRILE PLEASE HELP ESTINIEN IS TOO FUCKING STUPID TO LIE ON THE SPOT LMAOO, he is such a good addition already, “you’re paying me right” lmaoooooo

not Krile dropping the G and calling him Raha omgggggggg

LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOO GRAHA AND KRILE FOLLOWING ME AROUND OMGGGGG, this is the best fucking feature I LOVE this

“the average Sharlayan tends to regard seasoning and flavor with...a certain indifference” yes krile drag the white people, also Sharlayan is lovely and the inn room is adorable

oh hell yeah boy’s trip to Thavnair let’s goooooooo

love to embarrass Estinien, me n the boys are down for the fuckin count lmaooooooo, personally I do the curl into a ball on the ground that Urianger’s got going on when I get pukey

I love big elephant man, what a sweetie

no FUCKING way they did NOT fucking make FANDANIEL be fucking AMON???? THIS IS THE BEST, like yeah this midboss from syrcus tower is a main antagonist now lmao, THIS is the shit I play this game for

and like of fucking COURSE, of COURSE Fandaniel’s dramatic ass would be the same person as the dude with the most flamboyant hat and over-the-top mannerisms whose boss fight is literally set in a theater, like the fact that this was obviously the plan from the start and not some random ass-pull just for the shock factor is what makes this kind of thing so effective

god this shit is just. so fucking good. this game fucking rules. the way it leverages shit from two, three expansions ago, payoff for things I didn’t even know were setups, like. FUCK yeah Estinien just knew this kid was Vrtra’s eye in a body immediately, of COURSE Vrtra knows who Estinien is. OF COURSE

poor krile trying so hard to talk to hydaelyn when she literally just showed up on a boat unprompted to chat with me, its clear who the favorite child is

LMAO YSHTOLA “oh we need to remain undetected? well I don’t know vanish, so BOOM you’re frogs, go get em”

Comrade Erenville, standing up for workers’ rights, identifying the real toads and the fakes, legend

hm. hm hm hm. hey hydaelyn who did you bring back to the source with minfilia. quick question. just real quick who was it.

FUCK YOU ELF DAD, EAT SHIT “restricted section of the library” who the fuck?? even says that shit??? god you fucking suck

WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!! KRILE WITH HER HOOD DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!! WHO IS THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

mama leveilleur!!!!!! she really said “kids come to the house for your presents, i don’t give a shit what your dad said, cmon”, casually walking into their fucking museum of a house with 10 servants standing in the foyer waiting

awwwwww they get their new fits from mama!!!!!!!! i didn’t even realize Alisaie’s is a romper with a belt & jacket, stealing KH1 Sora’s look lmao, also literally making Alphinaud a sage bc “these fuckin guns were custom made and expensive as fuck, tired of letting them rot in storage, they’re yours now”

THATS RIGHT MAMA, ASK FORGIVENESS NOT PERMISSION, FUCK FOURCHENAULT

oh my god this cutscene of dinner in my room is so fucking CUTE I die, graha slamming that bigass burger and complaining about being short, alisaie stealing his cookie, im gonna get cavities this is so sweet

THERE he is, no thoughts head empty murder man with the dumptruck ass

oh my GOD “I basked in the afterglow” ZENOS go take a cold shower my guy you’re too horny

ok im gonna run the first dungeon again bc smn isnt lv 82 and this quest requires it (bc I ran it the first time as drk bc fuck Thancred) and then gonna take a nap lmao

#ff14 liveblogging #ffxiv #ffxiv spoilers #endwalker #endwalker spoilers

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searchingwardrobes · 4 years ago

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Not the Type: 2/7

Thanks again to the mods of the @captainswanmoviemarathon for putting this event together! Also thanks to @hookedonapirate for her beta skills. For my non-American readers, I hope I explained everything in this chapter, especially bust-throughs, adequately enough. I don't know that I've ever seen that aspect of cheerleading portrayed in a movie before (though I could be wrong). But if you search google images for bust-throughs, you'll see pictures of what I'm talking about.

Summary: Emma Swan first notices him in the stands at the Friday night football game. She can tell right away Killian Jones is not the football type. Then again, she’s not the cheerleader type either, but here she is with pom poms. Life hasn’t ever gone the way Emma planned. Lately, that’s actually been a good thing. Maybe Killian Jones is a good thing, too.

My loose Captain Swan AU of the movie Bring it On

Rated: T

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At the next game, he wasn’t in the stands. Not that Emma was looking or anything. And she wasn’t disappointed. Nope, not at all.

“Earth to Emma!”

She jumped and turned to Ruby, who was squatting with her hands cupped in front of her. Ashley was across from the brunette, doing the same.

“We haven’t got all day,” Ruby grumbled.

“Sorry,” Emma told them hurriedly. She braced her hands on their shoulders as Ariel, her spotter, came behind her and grasped her waist. Emma jumped up into the girls’ cupped hands. They dipped with her, bending their knees together, then popped her up to chin level, with a light assist from Ariel. Behind them, another stunt group lifted Jasmine up above their heads. Down below, Mary Margaret and another girl pulled on the ropes to hoist the giant bust-through to an upright position. The bust-through they had spent hours making last Sunday afternoon, only for it to get obliterated in mere minutes. Making the bust-throughs for the game and the posters to hang around the school would take away from much needed practice time, so they came in on Sundays to do it instead. Emma had chafed at it initially - they all did, really - but the girls ended up having a blast every week. It still wasn’t fair that they were taken away from their athletic training to do 1950s crap for the boys, but oh well.

When the bust-through post was close enough, Emma grabbed it. Farther up, Jasmine held it as well. On the other side of the bust-through, the rest of the squad was doing the same. The stadium speakers suddenly thrummed with Queen’s “We Will Rock You,” and the fans surged to their feet. Below Emma, the football team thundered past with a feral yell before tearing through the yards of poster paper. Ariel braced her thighs and Emma tightened her core so she wouldn’t fall. Every damn time, she felt her life flash before her eyes. The only comfort came in her absolute trust that Ariel would catch her. She discarded the post, and behind her Ariel counted out loud, “1, 2, 3, hup!”

Ruby and Ashley bent their knees, then pushed through with their arms to pop Emma up into the air. She kept her core tight, her knees together, toes pointed, and her arms out in the shape of a “T” so the three girls could catch her neatly. It was a simple stunt, actually, and not as high or dangerous as most Emma was used to. They just didn’t usually do stunts on hard packed turf with twenty large high school boys rushing past.

Half the girls ran around as fast as possible to pick up all the bits of poster paper, while the other half hoisted up the pvc pipes they used for the posts and rolled up the ropes that held the bust-through. Those had to be reused every time.

Arms loaded with crumpled up poster paper that smelled of glue and tempera paint, Emma raced off the field as fast as she could before the opposing team came running out not caring if they bowled over a five foot five, ninety pound cheerleader.

She really hated football season.

The girls shoved the remains of the bust-through into the trash, then slid the pvc pipes and ropes underneath the bleachers to put in the cheer supply closet later. Then they lined up on the sidelines for the kickoff, their poms shaking in the air.

“Gooooooo Knights!”

Like every other game, the marching band followed the kick off with the school fight song, and Emma was busy high kicking when she saw him. Killian stood out like a sore thumb - the only one in the student section not chanting, “fight, fight, fight!” Instead, he was lounging back against the bleacher behind him, glancing around at his fellow students with a mocking expression upon his face. Emma felt her lips curl up into a smile - probably the first time she didn’t have to force one during this exhausting Rockette’s-style dance. Her legs burned as usual when the song finally ended, but it didn’t bother her quite as much when Killian caught her eye and winked. She bit the inside of her cheek to stop her smile from growing and spun away from him with a tilt to her chin.

“Push em back!” Mary Margaret, their captain, yelled. “Ready? Go!”

The girls all chanted together, going through the motions of the cheer. “Push em back, push em back, defense push em waaaaay back!” They went through it twice before efficiently moving into their stunt groups. Ruby and Ashley tossed Emma into the air this time, with Ariel giving her an extra boost. In the air, Emma twisted her body in a layout, the rush of it sending adrenaline through her veins. It only lasted a moment before her stunt group caught her in their arms, but Emma would never tire of the thrill that the brief moment of weightlessness brought her.

Emma popped out of the dismount with her arms above her head. “Go Knights!”

She never had to fake enthusiasm when she got to do a stunt like that. Her eyes caught Killian’s again. Both eyebrows arched, he managed a half bow from his seat in the stands, both arms outstretched dramatically. Emma shook her head with laughter, though his obvious admiration of her skills sent a thrill through her. Nevertheless, she rolled her eyes at him.

Just then, Emma heard the loud grunts and collisions of a particularly nasty tackle. The crowd gasped, and next to Emma, Mary Margaret dropped her pom poms.

“David!” she cried out, then her hands flew to her mouth.

Emma let out a cry too when she saw her brother lying motionless on the field. Instinctively, she reached for his girlfriend, and Mary Margaret threaded her arm through hers. The cheerleaders all took a knee, but Emma and Mary Margaret never let go of each other.

“Get up, get up,” Emma whispered.

David started moving his legs, and the girls let out a sigh of relief. He was able to get up without the aid of the coaches hovering over him, and the crowd cheered. He had a slight limp at first, but his leg must have just been stiff because his stride soon became normal. He took off his helmet and grinned and waved at the crowd. The cheerleaders stood again and waved their poms above their heads in celebration. Next to Emma, Mary Margaret was still shaking a little bit.

“He scared me to death,” she told Emma.

“I know,” Emma replied, and a shiver went down her spine as she thought about how bad it could have been. David was always pointing out that she and Mary Margaret could fall out of a stunt and break their necks just as easily as he could, but it felt different. Football injuries just felt way more common, and then there were all those retired pros with neurological problems. David said that playing at the college level was unlikely since Storybrooke High was just a double A team, and she was secretly glad. The less he smashed his brains in, the better.

David was the big brother she never knew she needed, accepting her, teasing her, and irritatingly trying to protect her from the moment her prickly thirteen year old self had arrived in his home.

He had also sat on the sidelines at how many gymnastics classes? Classes she had dreamed of taking since she watched Gabby Douglas win the Olympic gold medal on TV when she was eight years old. Then, when Emma was twelve, Simone Biles became her hero. A former foster kid winning Olympic gold? Emma didn’t think such a thing was possible, but Biles gave her hope. Then Ruth Nolan made that hope reality.

“Whatever your dreams are, Emma,” she had told her, “I’ll invest in them. It’s what a mother does.”

Emma was behind, of course. She’d had school friends as she grew up who taught her the basics on the playground - handstands, cartwheels, back walkovers. She’d even learned to do back handsprings in the backyard of one of her foster homes. Still, her goal to make the high school gymnastics team seemed almost impossible. Then she read about Misty Copeland, the star principal dancer for the American Ballet Theater who didn’t start dancing until . . . thirteen. Surely, if she could defy the common thought that girls had to start ballet at three or four to achieve greatness, then Emma could defy the same thought in gymnastics. And with the support of Ruth and David, she had. She’d made the gymnastics team as a freshman at Storybrooke High.

Then, after one amazing season on the team, they had received the devastating news: the state of Maine was cutting high school gymnastics completely. Ignorant politicians spun it, of course. There would still be a state meet each year where gymnasts would represent their schools in individual competition. It would just be privatized, the politicians explained, saving taxpayers thousands of dollars. Privatized was a fancy way of saying that only gymnasts in clubs at private gyms could compete. Clubs that cost an extravagant amount of money. Money that Ruth Nolan simply didn’t have.

And that was how Emma Swan ended up a cheerleader.

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“You and Mary Margaret still wanna stay over at my house?” Ruby asked after the game as she slung her cheer bag over one shoulder.

“Of course we do,” Mary Margaret replied. “Right Emma?”

“Yeah sure,” Emma said vaguely as she pulled the rubber band out of her hair and shook out the loose waves. Cheer ponytails were so tight they gave her a headache. Of course, as a gymnast, she’d had to put her hair in an equally tight, equally hairsprayed bun. She rubbed at her scalp. Maybe she should chop her hair off like Mary Margaret. No, scratch that, she didn’t have the flawless skin and cherubic face to pull that off like MM did.

“Are you sure?” Ruby asked with a glint in her eyes. “Killian lives there now, you know.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “I’m familiar with what a foster brother is. Of course I know he lives with you.”

“Just wanted to be sure you could handle the sexual tension,” Ruby said, bumping Emma teasingly with her hip as they headed to the parking lot.

“For the last time, there is no sexual tension between me and Killian!”

“You did have cheer sex with him.”

“Mary Margaret! I thought you didn’t buy into that crap!”

“Did I just say that out loud?” MM’s face was crimson.

Ruby threw her head back and guffawed. “Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt, Emma.”

“God, if you two don’t stop . . . I’ll . . . I’ll . . .”

“You’ll what?”

Emma grasped for a good threat. “Smother you with a pom pom!” she finally blurted out, waving the one she still grasped in her hand in Ruby’s face.

MM literally collapsed against the side of Ruby’s car in hysterics, and even Emma lost it. It wasn’t really that funny, but they were all simultaneously exhausted and electrified from the game. Once they calmed down, they tossed their stuff in Ruby’s trunk. There was only a pleasant chill to the air this early in the season, so Ruby put the top of her convertible down, and Emma leaned contentedly against the headrest as the wind rushed past. The football team had won tonight’s game, and there was a spirit of celebration in the air as Ruby drove through the parking lot and out onto the street in front of Storybrooke High. When kids and even adults noticed a red convertible with three cheerleaders in red and white, they raised their fists in the air and shouted, “Go knights!”

“You know, it would mean a lot more if they were cheering for our victory instead of someone else’s,” Ruby commented dryly as they cruised through Storybrook’s only light after it turned green.

Mary Margaret leaned between them from the backseat, which surprised Emma, since the brunette was usually all “safety first.”

“Well, that’s all gonna change come December 5th ladies when we-”

Ruby lifted one fist in the air as she joined Mary Margaret in her cry of, “TAKE STATE!!!”

“Now wait a second, slow down,” Emma cautioned. “We have to place at regionals first.”

Ruby rolled her eyes. “Please, Emma, Storybrooke has dominated regionals since we were all in kindergarten.”

“Well, if there’s one thing gymnastics has taught me, it’s to not get cocky, so don’t jinx it, okay?”

“We also need to have confidence,” Mary Margaret added, giving Emma’s shoulder a squeeze.

“Confidence, not pride. Now sit back and put on your damn seat belt.”

“Intense much, Emma?”

Ruby tilted her chin and practically howled at the moon. “Someone needs to. GET. LAID.”

Emma lunged over and clapped her hand over Ruby’s mouth before she could add anything further. “Don’t. Say it.”

“God, Emma, she’s driving!”

Ruby pinched Emma in the side with her free hand, sending the blonde jerking back to the passenger’s side. “Why Emma, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

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Killian Jones knew that Emma Swan was just down the hall from his bedroom - keenly aware of it. Just as he had been aware of her since the night he’d first seen her. He had been completely honest when he told her that it was her expression and not her body that had drawn him in. If he’d wanted to ogle enticing figures in short skirts, he would have just been staring at the entire squad since the game started. But it was Emma Swan’s clearly irritated, flashing green eyes that had managed to tear his gaze away from Tolkien. He wasn’t sure what she had against the marching band’s rendition of “Louie, Louie,” but the hatred clearly ran deep.

He clenched his jaw as laughter floated down the hall from Ruby’s room, and he adjusted the knobs on his guitar effects pedal to distract him. Granny had been abundantly clear that he was to stay far away from Ruby’s friends.

He was a little offended at Granny’s lecture, to be honest. As if he were a dog in heat unable to ignore the scent of females.

Killian strummed his electric, then adjusted the feedback again. Halfway through Pearl Jam’s “Jeremy,” he’d pushed thoughts of Emma Swan far away.

Until he glanced up in the middle of a frankly ridiculous, out of control guitar solo to find her standing there in his doorway, slack-jawed and staring. She was tantalizing in a teeny, tiny pair of shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top, her blonde hair piled up on her head in a messy bun. He managed not to drop his guitar and flashed her a lopsided grin as he continued to play.

“Emma!”

The girl in question jumped a foot in the air, clutching her hands that held a purple toothbrush to her chest. “Shit, Ruby!”

“What are you doing?” Killian’s foster sibling asked from the hallway.

“I, uh . . . went to brush my teeth.”

“Um, the bathroom is that way.”

“Right, right, I knew that,” Emma mumbled.

Killian winked at her before she scurried away, still strumming. So maybe he wasn’t the only one who felt the delicious tension between them. This was a pleasant turn of events . . .

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Emma grumbled at herself under her breath as she squirted toothpaste onto her toothbrush. She couldn’t believe Killian had caught her staring - practically drooling - over him. The way he’d smirked at her as he continued to play left no question that he knew she was checking him out. She was pretty sure Ruby knew it, too. Yet in her defense, how was a girl supposed to ignore an attractive guy when he was playing the guitar?

Emma started to brush, a little too vigorously at first. She was irritated with herself, but she didn’t need to scrub her gums raw, so she slowed down. She almost jumped out of her skin when Killian came through the open bathroom door behind her, but she calmed herself before he noticed. He winked at her as he retrieved his toothbrush from the cup by the sink and got some toothpaste. Emma arched a brow at him as she continued to brush. Somehow, the idiot managed to smile at her charmingly even as he worked the toothbrush around his mouth. She rolled her eyes and looked at her reflection instead, but that didn’t work either. His gaze only found her reflection in the mirror, and he waggled his eyebrows at her. She almost choked on her toothpaste.

Then he spit, rinsed, and ran his hand across his mouth in exaggerated, satisfied fashion. “Ahh,” he said, then bowed to her and left.

Emma scowled at her own reflection in the mirror. Stupid attractive eyebrows. No one was supposed to look that good brushing his teeth. She finished brushing, rinsed, then headed back down the hall to Ruby’s room. Her friends stopped chatting the minute she walked in.

“What?”

Ruby arched a brow. “Please, Emma. I caught you drooling over Killian when you were supposed to be brushing your teeth.”

Mary Margaret pointed an accusing finger. “And you’re smiling.”

Emma rolled her eyes as she tossed her toothbrush into her overnight bag. “So I’m smiling. So what?”

“So, you don’t normally walk around smiling. It’s not the natural resting state of your face.”

Emma laughed as she plopped down on Ruby’s bed with her friends and grabbed some potato chips. “The natural resting state of my face?”

“Yeah,” Ruby explained. “Take MM here. She naturally smiles. Just walks around smiling. You - not so much.”

“Okay, fine,” Emma muttered around a chip, “so I think he’s cute. Are you happy now?”

“Very.”

Emma lifted a hand the minute she saw Mary Margaret’s face. “I think he’s cute. That’s it. I’m not saying I like him or that I want to date him, just that objectively I can admit he’s cute.”

“Puppies are cute, Emma,” Mary Margaret pointed out, “that guy in there is not just cute.”

“How is he your foster brother anyway, Ruby?” Emma asked, hoping to steer the conversation somewhere else.

“Oh, that. Well, Granny knew his mom from way back. They used to come visit every summer when we were kids. Anyways, when Killian’s dad left, he asked if she’d take him.”

Emma blinked. “Wait, his dad just dumped him here? And where’s his mom?”

“She died of cancer a few years back.” Ruby shrugged. “And I don’t know, his dad wanted to go back to England or something. Killian gets pissed whenever I bring him up, so I’m not really sure. He has a brother too, but Liam’s in the Navy.”

Emma fell silent as she grabbed more chips. As she munched, she tried to imagine being sent to a new town, new school so your dad could . . . what? Live his own life with no responsibilities? It was pretty screwed up.

The sound of an electric guitar filled the apartment above Granny’s diner once again, and Ruby let out a huff of frustration as she stomped to her door.

“Kill, seriously? Can you stop with the guitar already?”

“I live here too,” Killian shouted back.

“Both of you shut up so I can sleep,” Granny yelled at them both.

Mary Margaret and Emma caught each other’s eye and burst out laughing. Ruby groaned then slammed the door shut.

“I’m serious, Emma. If he starts dating you, maybe he won’t be around here so much, driving me insane!”

“That’s not very romantic, Rubes,” MM scolded.

“And remember, Emma Swan doesn’t date.”

“Emma Swan needs to stop referring to herself in the third person.”

Emma didn’t have her poms anymore, so she threw a pillow at Ruby’s head instead.

#cs ff #captain swan movie marathon #csmm #cs movie au #bring it on au #high school au #lieutenant duckling

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lynxgriffin · 6 years ago

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Straight Outta Monster Narnia

HEY HEY I WASN’T EXPECTING TO DO THIS EVER AGAIN BUT WE’RE BACK

I’M GONNA PLAY ME SOME DELTA RUNE HERE

THOUGHTS AS I GO! ARE UNDER THE CUT!

Here we GOOOOOOO~!

Survey Program! Nice! Ominous!

I am here yes!

Truly excellent dude

OH MAKING A VESSEL NOW what are we Xehanort

NEATO I can pick Chara or Frisk heads or others…

Let’s do someone new. This kinda longish hair head.

STRIPES FOR DAYS! Longish sleeves, methinks

The legs are almost all the same LMAO

This is so friggin creepy I l OVE IT

Favorite food is PAIN nah it’s soft

BLOOD TYPE D. D for DOGGO

You have been gifted with kindness, not-XionFrisk

Pain AND seizure. Kinda wonder what happens if you say no tho…

But I don’t want to start over so let’s go with yes

OH FRIGGIN BUUUUURNED BY THE GAME, HAHAHA

Hi Toriel, you’re looking nice!

That’s a lot of friggin trophies over there

Also Kris, you need some eyes

RELIGIOUS SKA

So we have overachieving perfect child and sad boring child, okay

Awww Gerson wrote a book! How neat

It’s only you…..FOR NOW!!!!

It just isn’t home without white fur stuck in the drain, is it

CHAIRIEL’S RETURN!!!!

Also there’s some weird graphical flicker going on when I move and I wonder if it’s not because I’m playing full screen here

“Spray For The Boys, Flamin’ Hot Pizza Flavor” Damn Toby I missed your incredible sense of humor

DOES TORIEL USE PET SHAMPOO please say yes

ASRIEL’S AT COLLEGE AND UNDYNE’S A POLICE MONSTER, PERFECT

PROFESSOR ALPHYS IMMA GET AN A+ IN ANIME CLASS

DAMN who do I pick as my partner

Like…I really want Temmie…but also Snowdrake…

Random snake is also very good…

Ahhh I see this is gonna be pre-determined

HAHAHAHA FUCKIN BURNED AGAIN BY THIS HORRIBLE BLUE DUCK

Thank you cool snake I love your origin story

Oh this reindeer girl is very cute

MOTHA. FOKKIN. SUSIE

I instantly love her, goodbye

Oh Alphys you’re so not good at putting anyone in trouble

I JUST REALIZED TEMMIE HAS HER EGG ON THE DESK

Susie are you eating chalk

Oh sheet I like Susie less now

GAH DAMN THIS ESCALATED QUICKLY

Susie, Kris doesn’t even HAVE a face

Haha totally cut off my answer there

Hmm. I sense…a theme here.

Wow this really is putting on the restrictive aspects here

Now that’s a spooky face

Oh it ain’t gonna be that simple, mean girls

Well, this sure seems like an underground! Also…Kris is green now, okay

Hi there creepy waving things!

To reiterate: this is soooo creepy AND I LOVE IT

Puzzles! We got puzzles again! CREEPY PUZZLES

Whelp, we found Susie, just kinda hiding out in a…dead dust bunny thingie

LOL so much for a party member following you around

Well this is a new and interesting take on the bullet hell mechanics

Such interesting and different architecture

THE KINGDOM OF DARKNESSSSS

Yes let’s take a sudden HARD SHIFT into Final Fantasy

THE QUEST OF THE DELTA KNIGHTS that was an MST3K ep you know

About like…Leonardo da Vinci actually. Except he was a whiny bitch

LMAO Susie just “nah destroying the world sounds neat”

JOKESTER SANS GLIDES IN A FLAMING TRICYCLE SURE WHY NOT

VERY DIFFERENT COMBAT SYSTEM

“Dunno how I got an ax but like, that’s cool”

CAN’T WAIT FOR THE REMIXES OF THIS BATTLE MUSIC OKAY

Dunno if there’s a pacifist version of this game but I stick to tradition so I’m gonna try it

RALSEI. I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE

THE POWER OF FLUFFY BOYS SHINES WITHIN YOU it sure as hell does, game

The heckin heck Ralsei is so cute

Yup yup we gonna try pacifist this first time!

“If you’re reading this…I guess you’re dead.” Fair enough.

Gaster noises when trying to use the cell phone, hmmmm…

It’s an inverse papou fruit!

Susie just up and attacks this cake, all right

Battle is cool but it’s gonna take some getting used to, think I accidentally used both of my items

YOUR SENSE OF DIRECTION WON’T SAVE YOU NOW

“It’s like a dinner made out of three glasses of milk” Ralsei you’re SO CUTE

Now to see if TP stays leveled between battles…

“I thought you were running away.” / “Yeah, I finished.”

Fugdamn I want —pictures of Spiderman— remixes of this music ON MY DESK TODAY

FRIGHTENING FANFARE

Damn that puzzle still is tricky

Gah damn that was hilarious but also terrifying

We have the power of FLUFFY BOYS and MEAN GIRLS we are UNSTOPPABLE

Ohhh so that’s what the heart outline does!

Now that is a coooool cat and I like him already

Awww I don’t have enough money for the spooky sword

Susie just roastin’ everybody left and right

THEY GOT BARRY

These mechanics continue to be interesting and a bit more complex

“Damn, didn’t get to impale myself” I’m sure you’ll get your chance Susie

It’s really interesting how we’re basically group-battling to PREVENT the tank from beating the crap out of everyone

Oh now that light trick is weird

They keep throwing the usual chess and playing card guys at us and somehow I’m Suspicious

Is that a bucket. ARE Y’ALL HOMESTUCKING AT ME AGAIN

LMAO did Susie call us the Fuckboys or something

Oh, the Shit Squad, I guess!

THE POWER OF THE SHIT SQUAD SHINES WITHIN YOU HECK YESSSS

“I, Mr. Society, am far too intelligent to ever bow down to such a tyrant!” Hmmm.

Oh, it’s Sir Lion Plateface again

L E G S

THE BOSS JUST DRINKS A GALLON OF MILK THAT’S FINE

Well Ralsei got kinda junked there but WE DEFEATED SIR LION PLATEFACE

Cakes…are also my enemy…

Yeeeeah kinda saw that one coming

Susie I get the feeling you’re not going to enjoy being a bad guy either

Dang son I have no clue what’s going on anymore WE JUST HAD SOME SALSA IN A TREE STUMP

This jack’s got my number

That sure is a three-eyed three-headed cat thingamajig

Awww I like Clover

“All proceeds go to kicking your ass” CAN I USE THIS LINE IN REAL LIFE PLEASE

Hot damn we just squeaky hammered our broken cake into ULTIMATE CAKE

Why does a sweet little boy have a mustache indeed.

Create a machine to thrash your own ass, nice

It’s my beautiful death laser duck! Tops in GUN’S

Man Susie and Lancer are just having the time of their lives here

Finally, respect for pinecone-eaters!

Awww Susie, are you actually starting to worry about someone who respects your eating of chalk and pinecones

Oh thank goodness, got through that maze thing

Yes, finally, it’s our DUCK TANK LASER

Why does it say Tuna on it

“Your design sucked so we blew it up” This is like that one Berlin tour guide I had

GANGED UP ON THEM WITH KINDNESS, HA

Whelp, back to telling enemies that Susie will kick them in the shins I guess!

YES LANCER JOIN THE SHIT SQUAD

OMFG THAT FAAAAACE WHAT IS THAT FACE

Hey we’ve got a full Final Fantasy team now! Neat

STOOL FORME

I like how Lancer just sliiiiiides around outside the party instead of walking with

Hmmm well that friendship feeling didn’t last long

You done got locked in the dungeon

Yup sure did eat that jail moss two minutes in

HUH, we’re controlling Susie now

In which choices do not matter…

SUSIE’S FOKKIN PISSED

And we can’t control her actions…but why controlling the human soul?

A pair of eyes got arrested?! What IS the world coming to?!!

Oh dear, we found a bunch of kings in baby jail

Why are these filthy cages so happy-looking

Awwww Susie joined the party for realizes!

So, this about final boss point for this business?

Why are you guys just sitting on a pile of loot

And just who is this sassy lost child?

BAAHAHAHAAA

HECK YEAH WE GET TO FLIRT AGAIN

I am now BED INSPECTOR yes

Hello again fancy blue boy

“Can…can we see it” / “No.”

This sure is a jammin party with CLUB MUSIC OH HO HO HO

Awww he put his bicycle to bed

‘Welcome to my shop, you ungrateful worms” HELL YEAH

I do not wisheth to hear your MP3s! I would rather listen to the sweet song of Death!

Prepare for a battle with…WHATEVER THIS IS!!!!

JUST FUGGIN CHUCK RALSEI AT SIR LION PLATEFACE, I LIKE IT

Six dollars, for all of that?! Geez

WHELP this looks like final boss time…

Hiiiii there Lancer

Oh dang is gettin serious now

Oh woooow that’s…someone’s fetish right there

HOKAY that was tricky but! Having the defense abilities certainly helped with pacifism through that…

Despite ending this peacefully, I don’t think this scene is gonna end on a happy note…

W H E L P

DAYUM that face from Susie!!

Awwww poor Ralsei

We only have BAD-byes WUAH WUAH WUAAAH

DAWWW lil’ Asriel-lookin dude with glasses (and YES I see that anagram there)

LMAO Susie’s face

EPIC ROCK MUSIIIIIC

Also I’ve really been enjoying the color effects

Awww look at this epic adventure you two had in the closet

So basically we went to Monster Narnia, neat

Awww Susie likes Monster Narnia

Oh no we worried Toriel! THE WORST

LIBRARBY

YOU STUDY THOSE HOT DEMON COMICS FOR COLLEGE, TEMMIE

Hiiii Toby you busy makin’ something!

ALPHYS NO, YOU BETRAY MEW MEW KISSY CUTIE

OFFICE UNDYNE, DOn’T ARREST ME

I like reindeer girl’s rowdy hospitalized dad

PARTY ANIMAL TORIEL CONFIRMED

I like how there’s just a poster on the wall in this room that reads PAIN

The police tape simply reads NGGAAAAAHHHHH!

Good grief there’s SO MUCH STUFF TO EXPLORE HERE BUT I HAVE TO KEEP GOING

Snowdrakes don’t have arms, oh no!!!

“Does it hurt to be made of blood??” ….Yes. Yes it does.

HIIIIIIIII SANS

Woah woah woah WOAH WOAH SANS

Everyone is here! Even Ice Wolf!

Yes I’ll take a Double Ice Pizza you weirdos

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD IT’S BURGERPANTS

10 OUT OF 10 GAME NOW

HIS FACES!!!! “C H I C K S”

That was brilliant, Burgerpants, thank you for existing

Catty!!! Hey where’s Bratty!

Noooo you gotta be besties with Bratty!

Brother Doug…?

Oh no, Mettaton, come out and talk to us!

ASGORE, HELLO

OMG Asgore hugs

Soul flowers….???

Awwww got some flowers for Toriel

THE GAY GUARDS IN THEIR GAY FLANNEL, YAY

It’s so late but I can’t stop until I’ve talked to LITERALLY EVERYONE

Thaaaat’s politics! …Rarely.

Comes to church for the fruit juice, sounds about right

DOG GRAVE, NO

Let’s go into the woods…what could go wrong…

Why can’t I get into the creepy shed…

Well, I think I got everything, so let’s go home now…

ASRIEL MAINS YOSHI IN SMASH CONFIRMED

Awwww Toriel is not big on Asgore’s bouquet!

OKAY decided to go to sleep here.

…Well that didn’t work out great

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

UUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHAT??????????

WHAT????????????

WHAT?????????

HAHA I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THE FUK HAPPENED IN ALL OF THIS BUT UH. WHEN’S CHAPTER TWO??

THAT SURE WAS A HELL OF A THING

No really Toby please WHAAAAAAATTT

OKAY I HOPE I DIDN’T MISS ANYTHING IMPORTANT BYYYYEEEE

#undertale #delta rune #lynx plays delta rune #lynx plays undertale #undertale spoilers #delta rune spoilers #scheduled this so it posted after the no spoilers rule so hopefully that works out #NO PLEASE WHAT HAPPENED HERE I STILL HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS #also I NEED MUSIC REMIXES NOW #also also so uh #EXPECT ART IN THE FUTURE #SORRY I CAN'T HELP MYSELF #including doing the running commentary thing!

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impudent-scallywag · 6 years ago

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EVERY DAY IS EARTH DAY LET’S GOOOOOOO

The Earth day special. Oh no, Michelle Lamoreaux is my least favorite RJG writer (no offense!) Her episodes aren’t bad, but not the strongest. The boring episode that is Measure For Measure left a bad taste In my mouth. Let’s hope she makes a good comeback with this episode!

UGHHHHHHHHH Already this episode is off to a bad start. Mindy gets the very first line in the episode. No one cares that it’s time to make posters for the big DSA Earth Day celebration! Sean wants to give it a scientific theme, being the nerd he is. Sydney of course wants to give it a Commander Cressida theme. Mindy wants to put glitter on it. Sean criticizes the idea. Way to go, Sean!

Jet flies in with his huge hot air balloon. I gotta say that balloon looks really cool. Jet absolutely adores the idea of Earth Day. The gang lists great things about Earth like air for instance. Of course, the little orange menace gets the idea that they go to space and look at the Earth. They discuss different climates.

MINDY NO ONE GIVES A FLYING FEATHER THAT THERE ARE PLANTS ON EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!

I really like this segment. It has very calm music and tone and talks about other things that make Earth special.

Of course, Satan in child form, oops I mean Mindy (sigh) explains that Earth is where we all live.

“It’s habitable, Jet” Be quiet, Mindy. Jet can say habit-a-bubble if he wants to.

The gang gets an idea to cover the hot air balloon with their posters. Jet’s poster is by far the best.

Here’s where we get to the great stuff. At the DSA, my precious cinnamon roll Mitchell is performing a poem!!!!!!! Aww, just look at him!!!! What a happy child

Then, Carrot presents his toaster, because apparently he doesn’t know the difference between toasters and posters. This makes for some great comedy between him and Mr. Peterson.

Suddenly, the hot air balloon comes in, and Jet performs a new song that is mostly just him rhythmically talking. Alexander Hamilton, eat your heart out.

The ending is really heartwarming. I thought this episode would be bad thanks to Mindy, but the song, Mitchell, Mr. Peterson, and Carrot all saved it!!!!!! 10/10 from me!!!!!!!!

#ready jet go #pbs kids #cartoons #craig bartlett

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canyousevmyheavydirtysoul · 7 years ago

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*Halloween* Champion. (Patrick Stump x Reader)

Request: a user on Wattpad: ‘Patrick stump prompt 11 please and thank you!’

Prompt 11: Trick or Treat

Note: This is probably my favorite Halloween imagine I’ve written… I got a little bit carried away. 😬

Gazing narrow-eyed at the orange, red and black haze outside your window, you took a deep breath. It was that time of the year again.

Halloween.

Turning sharply on your heel, you stomped off towards your living room, where your girls were gathered. A hush fell over them when they saw you enter and all three of them cleared their throats as they got comfortable on the sofa, knowing full well that things were about to get serious.

Swiftly, you walked over to the three presentation boards and lifted the cover off of the first one, unveiling a picture of none other than Patrick Stump – whose face you had drawn a huge ‘X’ over with a red Sharpie.

You weren’t entirely sure how, when, or why this rivalry had started. All you knew was that this year, it would come to an end once and for all.

��Patrick Stump must die,” you said, loud and clearly.

There was a snigger from the three girls, but a death glare from you was enough to stop it.

“For the past five years,” you continued, pacing up and down in front of the boards, “Patrick has tormented me. Gone out of his way and done everything in his power to stop me from taking what is rightfully mine. Well, this year,” you walked up to the second board, “I will reign supreme.”

You exposed the second poster, and the girls gasped.

“Last year, I hectically underestimated his ability to produce high-quality booby traps. This year, I’ll be more than prepared.”

“I’m actually getting really worried about her,” Emma murmured, and Avery and (Y/B/F) nodded in agreement.

“The first one will be set up here,” you drew a line from the sketch of the first booby trap to the corresponding location on the neighbourhood map. “And then the next one here, then here, then here.”

“Can I ask something?” (Y/B/F) quipped.

“Of course, my love.”

“What if Patrick decides to follow a different route than the ones the traps are set up on?”

“Simple,” you shrugged. “You guys will move the location of the trap so that he’s inevitably going to encounter it. Everyone got that?”

The three girls shared an uneasy glance before reluctantly nodding.

“Perfect. Now, let’s discuss costumes.”

“This has gone on for far too long,” Patrick announced, moving away from the portrait of you that he’d drawn demon eyes and devil horns on, “and it’s time for it to stop.”

“You’re telling us,” Joe scoffed from his place on the armchair next to Joe and Pete on the sofa.

Patrick clicked his tongue and Joe chuckled an apology.

“As I was saaaying,” Patrick continued, frowning at his band mates, “this year, it’ll all come to an apex. I will emerge victorious.”

He moved to the second poster he had stuck to the wall, and began talking the guys through his method. The poster was a map of the neighbourhood, and all the houses were marked with different symbols in different colored Sharpies, which indicated which houses give out the most candy and which houses give out the best candy.

“My God,” Andy whispered, leaning into Pete. “He’s finally lost it.” Pete nodded in agreement as all three of them watched their friend with a look of worry and concern.

“Alright,” Patrick clasped his hands together before pointing at a house on the map. “Our first stop will be here. And then,” he trailed his finger down a zigzag route on the poster, “we’ll follow this route and finish here,” he pointed out the biggest, fanciest house, “the Holy Grail of the trick-or-treating world. They give out the most and the best.”

“Uh, question?” Pete raised his hand.

“Yes, Pete?”

“Why don’t we just follow a normal route? Like, travel in a somewhat straight line instead of a zigzag.”

Patrick chuckled as he approached his friend. “'Why don’t we travel in a straight line?’ Oh, Pete,” he tsked walking forward with a smile on his face until he stood right in front of Pete. Then, he leaned down and smacked him. “TRAVEL IN A STRAIGHT LINE? THAT’S WHAT SHE WANTS! GODDAMNIT PETE ARE YOU TRYING TO SABOTAGE ME?”

Joe and Andy gawked on with wide-eyes as Pete rubbed his stinging cheek. “N-no,” Pete stammered. “I was just-”

“Asking a stupid question,” Patrick finished for him, shaking his head and moving back to the posters. “Any more questions?” Everyone violently shook their head no. “Excellent. Now, let’s talk costumes.”

“We’re telling you,” Pete shook his head as the waitress brought the hot beverages to the table, “he’s gone all bat-shit crazy. I mean, he slapped me across the face just because I asked a simple question!”

Avery grimaced as she cupped her hands around her coffee. “Okay, well, at least (Y/N) hasn’t resorted to physical violence,” she lifted the cup to her lips. “Not yet anyway,” she muttered before taking a sip.

“But she has been talking non-stop about how 'Patrick must die!’” (Y/B/F) mocked you, waving her hands dramatically.

“This needs to stop. Honestly,” Joe said. “I mean, it was cute for the first two years, but now it’s just ridiculous.”

“I agree,” Emma added. “But the fact that the entire neighbourhood is eagerly awaiting their clash doesn’t help us at all. Everyone I’ve spoken to is buzzing about 'the clash of the Trick or Treating Legends’. The local paper even did a feature about it!”

“We’ve gotta do something,” Andy spoke, setting down his drink. “But not something as big as screw up their strategy completely; they’d never forgive us.”

“You’re right,” (Y/B/F) remarked. “We can’t ruin their plans… but we can alter them a little bit.”

Intrigued glances were shared around the table and everyone leaned in to listen to (Y/B/F).

“What do you have in mind?” Pete asked.

“Lots. But let’s start with the costumes…”

Patrick turned the engine off, doing a quick once-over of the surrounding, pitch-black area before getting out of his car and walking towards the shadowy figure waiting in the alley.

“Mr Stump,” the figure addressed Patrick, nodding slightly in respect.

“Carter,” Patrick greeted, moving to stand right in front of the man and cocking his head to the briefcase he had in his hand. “That the stuff?”

Carter nodded, moving to open the clasp, but Patrick caught his hand, stopping him.

“No, not here. It’s not safe; I’ll open it at home.”

Carter narrowed his eyes in confusion, and Patrick sighed.

“She could have spies watching us.”

Carter nodded, not quite understanding why the business of handing over a costume had to be so undercover, but not saying anything – Patrick was one of the two Legendary Trick or Treaters after all.

Patrick took the briefcase and thanked him.

“I’m rooting for you,” Carter said, giving a two-fingered wave as Patrick got into the car.

“You should be. I’m gonna win.”

The automatic doors at the front entrance of Target opened with a swoosh, and you strode inside, stealthily yet confidently. Even though you were wearing a black hoodie and sunglasses, the employees knew exactly who you were, and every single one of them stopped what they were doing and held their breath as one of them who was standing in the back stumbled forward.

“Miss (Y/L/N),” he panted, out of breath from dashing to you. “We have your supplies. Follow me please.”

Wordlessly, you followed the jittery employee to the stock room, where he used the key on his necklace to unlock a door in the corner.

You entered through the newly opened door and waited patiently as the guy moved to the deepest, darkest corner, emerging a few seconds later with a large, sealed cardboard box.

“Is everything in there?” you questioned.

“The manager triple-checked it himself, ma'am.”

“Wonderful,” you smiled, taking the box from him. “Can you show me where the back entrance is? I have a car waiting.”

Halloween Night

6pm

The lively chattering and giggles of children sounded up and down every street in the neighbourhood, and there was an undeniable aura of excitement and nervousness in the air. Everyone was waiting to see which one of The Legendary Trick or Treaters – who were currently stationed at their respective houses on opposite ends of town, prepping their team – would take home the crown.

“Okay,” you addressed your girls, who were standing in a line in front of you. “We all know the plan. Are we ready to win this?”

They all cheered, hooting and clapping and you smiled.

“Stump’s gonna get his ass handed to him tonight.”

Patrick adjusted his costume for the last time before slipping into a black trench coat (it was customary for the two of you to wear one of those to hide your outfits until the end of the night) and turning to his band mates. “You guys know what you need to do. Are we ready to go?”

“I’m ready to gooooooo,” Pete started singing, but stopped when Patrick shot him a no-nonsense look, slinking away and clearing his throat.

“Let’s do this!” Joe yelled, and the guys began hooting and hollering.

6:07 pm

“Thank you! I’ll be sure to remember you once I become King of the Trick or Treaters!” Patrick called over his shoulder as he bounded down the pathway of the first house, sack already significantly heavier despite it only being the first house he’d visited.

“Good luck!” the owner called out with a wave before disappearing back into their house.

“How’re we doing for time?” Patrick asked as he approached Andy, who glanced at his watch.

“It’s 6:07,” Andy answered.

“Gah,” Patrick growled, “We need to move faster! We’ve wasted too much time already!”

“What are you talking about?” Andy scrunched up his face. “We only started at 6:04-”

“Exactly! Which means that I spent 3 minutes at one house! I’ll never win at this rate,” Patrick yelped, scurrying off down the street, an amused Andy not far behind him.

“You’re wonderful people! Absolutely incredible! When I become Queen of the Trick or Treaters, I’ll bring you guys enough candy to last you a year!” you beamed at the family standing in the doorway of brick house, and the two little ones cheered happily.

“Time,” you said as you jogged up to Emma.

“6:07. Two houses in under three minutes. Not bad.”

The two of you high-fived before running off to the next house.

6:57pm

“(Y/B/F)?”

“Here,” she spoke into the phone.

“How’s things?”

“Uh…” she grimaced and peeked out into the street from her hiding place behind a tree, watching as Patrick tossed his third sack full of candy into the car Joe was driving before Pete handed him another empty one and he continued sprinting down the street. “He just started with his fourth sack.”

“What?” you shrieked into the phone, so loudly that (Y/B/F) had to hold the device away from her ear before she went deaf. “I’m only a quarter way through my third! Okay, (Y/B/F), it’s time. Commence 'Stump Obstacle Number 1’.”

“Roger that,” she answered, hanging up and stealthily manoeuvring through the shadows towards the street.

She trailed quietly behind Patrick for a little while, being sure to stay out of sight as much as possible. They got to the street where a group of teenage girls – dressed head to toe in Fall Out Boy merch – were standing huddled together, and (Y/B/F) came out of the shadows, running into the middle of the street and using her hands as a makeshift megaphone.

“Hey, girls!” she yelled. Patrick’s head whipped around at the sound of the familiar voice, and his eyes widened in fear. “There he is!”

“Oh no,” Patrick squeaked, as a screaming stampede of teenage girls commenced.

(Y/B/F) contorted in horror at the sight of Patrick being essentially swallowed by the girls, and she shot him a quick apology before rushing off into the shadows once again.

7:15pm

“Pete!” Patrick barked into his cellphone, trying his hardest to dust himself off and straighten out his hair and clothes.

“Dude, what happened?”

“I got ambushed, that’s what!” he snarled, kicking at a rock on the ground and chuckling darkly. “Oh, she’s good. But two can play at this game. It’s time for 'Distraction Number 1’.”

You giggled gleefully as you frolicked down the street, swinging your sack next to you. You were almost onto your fifth sack, your rival was down and life was good.

Until you rounded the corner, that is.

The minute you spotted Pete, you knew that you were in trouble. But you hadn’t realised exactly how much trouble until he turned around, revealing a second person.

“Please, God, no,” you whined, closing your eyes.

“Oh, look!” Pete said loudly, pointing at you. “There she is!”

The second man beamed, breaking into a run as he advanced on you. You shot Pete the filthiest glare you could muster, and he blew you a kiss before taking off, leaving you with the second man, aka the bane of your existence.

“(Y/N)!”

“Hi, Scooter,” you grumbled, sighing.

“Wow, you have no idea how happy I was when I got that text from you.”

“The text, right,” you chuckled nervously, fiddling with your earlobe. “Er, remind me what I said, again?”

“Oh, you said that you were finally ready for that date you promised me in high school, and that you wanted me to meet you here so that we could go Trick or Treating together.”

“Oh, I’m gonna destroy you, Stump.”

7:35pm

Panting, you raced down the street, trying to get as far away from Scooter as possible. Emma had come to your rescue, pretending to be an injured stranger the two of you encountered on your route. You told Scooter to stay with her while you went and got help, but you knew that you only had so much time before he’d realise that you were bullshitting him, and you intended to be as far away as possible when that happened.

“Avery,” you shakily said into the phone. “You’re up. It’s time for 'Stump Obstacle Number 2’.”

“Gotcha,” Avery confirmed, tucking her cell into her back pocket before removing a pair of scissors from her other pocket.

She trailed Patrick for the next block or so, and when he stopped briefly to go over his plan, she advanced on him. Tiptoeing, Avery came up behind him, quickly snipping the bottom of his sack so that all the candy spilled out.

“What the-” he turned around, shocked but got cut off when Avery called out.

“Kids, look! Free candy!”

As if they materialised out of nowhere, a large group of children descended upon poor Patrick, who was desperately trying to salvage his candy. Obviously, he was no match against the twenty little people.

Avery offered Patrick an apologetic smile before taking off, and Patrick let out a desperate cry, which summoned Joe and Andy.

“Joe,” he called out, “'Distraction Number 2’!”

Joe gave a hasty salute before dashing off to do his job.

He searched each of the streets, eventually finding you standing on the porch of a huge house; your current sack of candy was next to you.

As quietly as he could, he walked up to you, careful not to make any noise, and swopped your sack with the one he held in his hand.

“Sorry, (Y/N),” he said, before turning and running away, tossing your sack of candy into the nearby bushes.

“What?” you whipped around. You were confused until you spotted Joe, already halfway down the street. Letting out a groan, you yanked the sack up and looked inside.

Bad idea.

Screaming in sheer terror, you dropped the sack, stomping and jumping on it as hard as you could in an attempt to kill the vile eight legged creatures inside.

“Fucking spiders?! Really, Patrick?!”

7:55pm

With Patrick being swallowed by children, and you being attacked by spiders, the rest of your guys’ friends all met at the four way stop in the middle of the neighbourhood, everyone coming from different directions.

“Has everyone got the stuff?” Pete asked and everyone nodded.

“And everyone knows the plan?” (Y/B/F) looked around, and again, everyone nodded. “Great. We only have five minutes left. Go team!”

Running as fast as your legs could carry you, you darted towards the town centre, where the ceremony was being held. Patrick was doing the same, coming from the opposite direction. You both reached the stage at the same time, and hurried onto it, stopping a few feet away from one another in an intense stare down.

The both of you dropped the sacks of candy you were holding, and continued glaring daggers at the other.

“Stump.”

“(Y/L/N).”

“Are you ready to be taken down once and for all?”

“That depends. Are you ready to be woken up from the dream world you’re living in?”

You clenched your teeth and narrowed your eyes at him and he did the same as the announcer strode up onto the stage. He tapped the microphone a few times and cleared his throat before he began speaking.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Now that all of the contestants have arrived, we can start the counting.” He gestured to a few helpers on the side, who moved to start counting the candy. “While that’s being done, it’s time that the two of you reveal your costumes.” He stepped out of the way, allowing you and Patrick to take centre stage.

“My costume is way better than yours,” you smirked, starting to remove your coat.

Patrick scoffed. “Yeah righ-”

A collective gasp sounded throughout the park, and both you and your rival gawked at each other. Well, more specifically, each other’s costumes. He was Captain America, and you… well, you were…

“YOU STOLE MY COSTUME!”

“NO! YOU STOLE MINE!”

“OH PLEASE. THE ONLY THING I’M STEALING FROM YOU IS THAT CROWN.”

“HOW THE HELL DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN?”

“HOW SHOULD I KNOW?”

…dressed as Captain America too. If Captain America were female.

“Erm,” the announcer made his way back onto stage while you and Patrick continued bickering in the background. “Ladies and gentlemen, it appears that this year’s outcome is one none of us could’ve expected.”

This caught the both of your attention, and you turned to the announcer with a smile.

“The Trick or Treat champion this year is not (Y/N).”

“HA!” Patrick laughed, pointing in your face. “I told you! I am the King-”

“But it’s not Patrick either.”

“What?” you and Patrick both yelled.

“The winner this year is those six young people standing over there.” The announcer pointed to the side of the crowd.

“No…” you started.

“Fucking…” Patrick said.

“Way.” You finished.

(Y/B/F), Emma, Avery, Pete, Joe and Andy waved happily at you, proudly holding up the sacks of candy that had secured them the victory. The same sacks that you and Patrick had spent the past two hours filling.

“But they cheated!” you said desperately, pointing an accusatory finger at your friends. “That’s our candy! We collected it!”

“Can you prove that?” the announcer asked.

“Well, um, no. But-”

“The rules state that any candy declared by a person or group will be taken into account – the means by which they collect the said candy is none of our concern.”

“That’s not fair!” Patrick protested, moving to stand next to you. “They-”

“Sorry, you two,” the announcer said, holding up a hand. “Rules are rules, and neither of the two of you won. However…” he walked to the edge of the stage and took two medals from one of the helpers. “You did win the prize for 'Best Dressed Couple’. Congratulations.”

“'Best Dressed…’ This means nothing to me!” you said, taking the medal off.

“Or to me,” Patrick concurred, removing his too.

“You have no idea what you’ve just started,” you warned, narrowing your eyes and glaring at your 'friends’ who simply laughed evilly.

“Revenge will be had,” Patrick promised.

“I hope you know,” you said, walking along with your group, “that I feel extremely betrayed.”

“Betrayed doesn’t even begin to describe it,” Patrick scoffed.

“Oh, come on,” Joe rolled his eyes. “You two act like maniacs whenever it’s Halloween time, and after five years, we couldn’t take it anymore.”

“And you couldn’t have let us just use this year as a tie-breaker? We were two-for-two!”

“We could’ve,” (Y/B/F) shrugged. “But where’s the fun in that?”

“Just so you know,” you pointed out. “There’s still six months until the wedding. We can replace you guys as bridesmaids and groomsmen no problem.”

The six of them shared a look of fake concern before bursting into laughter.

“Yeah, right,” Avery snorted.

“Good luck trying to find other people who put up with your shit like we do,” Pete placed his arms over your and Patrick’s shoulders.

You looked at your fiancé, and he shrugged. “You’re right. We can’t fire you as our wedding party. But we can still take you down. By this time next year, we’ll be married, and you saw what we were capable of coming up with on our own, imagine what we’ll be like together.”

You and Patrick continued walking away, hand in hand while your friends stopped dead in their tracks.

Andy gulped. “We made a huge mistake, didn’t we?”

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Thank you for reading x

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Everything Is Not Always as It Seems

Thank you to all the teens who entered the Teen Short Story Contest.

EVERYTHING IS NOT ALWAYS AS IT SEEMS by Jonathan Parker

Ugh! I hate getting up early for school! My name is Michael and I am a senior at Lakeview High School. I hoist my tall skinny self out of my bed and look around my tiny bedroom. There are Houston Texans posters all over my walls. After I look around I go brush my teeth. I pour myself a protein shake and make myself two slices of peanut butter toast. That’s what I eat every morning for breakfast. (Except for Saturdays) I live alone because when I turned 18, I moved out from my parent’s house and got an apartment. Like clockwork every day, I eat, and then I get in my Mom’s old Prius. At that point I head to Lakeview High, where I am the captain of the Varsity football team and play all the sports there. I walk in the door. “What’s up Calvin,” I high-five him. “Sup ladies,” I say to Katie and Lacy. They giggle and blush. I feel so awesome, as if I can do no wrong, and everyone seems to like me.

I walk into the locker room. “Hey Michael, good game last night,” says Coach Carr. I go over to my locker and put in the code: 27-43-09. Behind me I hear “Hi, my name is Kevin,” some short kid is talking to me. “I’m new here, I play receiver and um… Coach told me I’m on your team.” “Hey, my name is Michael. I play Quarterback and I’m the Team Captain.” Kevin timidly says “Cool.” It must be scary being the new kid. “You can take this locker right next to mine,” I say. Then we hear a booming voice “ALRIGHT LET’S DO THIS,” yells Coach Carr. “WE’LL DO IT!” yells Calvin.

The team jogs outside and splits up by positions. The quarterbacks and receivers do drills together. I pair myself up with Kevin. After we do a few warm-ups and drills, Coach yells “ALRIGHT!!!” he then explains that we are going to practice a simple, but effective drill. “I want the quarterback to throw the ball to the receiver. Then you’ll spin around the dummy and sprint to the end zone where Joey will try to tackle you.” “Who’s Joey?” asks Kevin. “Oh, bro -you don’t know Joey? He’s the biggest kid in school. He’s six feet five inches and 300 pounds,” says Jordan. “Jordan what are you doing here? Go over there and swap out with Joey every other turn,” says Coach Carr. Jordan is the second biggest and strongest lineman on the team after Joey.

A bunch of the back-ups did the drill and then it was our turn. “ALRIGHT, WE GOT A NEWBIE,” exclaims Coach Carr. “I have a challenge for you. If you do this drill right everyone will go inside without running the field 10 times and back EXCEPT for Joey. IF you mess up, YOU all have to do that AND Joey gets ice cream. READY, SET…GOOOOOOO!!! I grab the ball and chuck it as hard as I can down the field. It goes 50 YARDS!!! Kevin caught it. He actually caught it. He is amazing. He runs and runs and then Jordan sprints after him. Jordan dives and misses and Kevin keeps running. I start running after him and cheering and the team soon follows. Joey jumps onto him, but Kevin keeps going. He’s in the end zone! Everyone is cheering!!! Joey, of course, is not. The team picks up Kevin and me and carries us down the field. Everyone is excited that we don’t have to run. This is awesome!

Over the rest of the season Kevin, Joey, Jordan, Chris, Juan, and Calvin start to grow closer. We have had such a great season, and Kevin is a great addition to the team. We always hang out at different houses and everyone gets a little suspicious when we couldn’t go to Kevin’s. Eventually Calvin and Chris quit hanging out, and only go to a few practices.

We make it to the championship game, but it gets rained out.

One afternoon, a bunch of us are hanging out, trying to think of something fun to do. “Hey we should have a party at Kevin’s house,” says a girl named Megan. “YEAH, WE NEVER GO THERE!!!” scream a bunch of kids. “N-N-NO…uh, we can’t do that,” says Kevin. “AWWW,” everyone says.

Over the next several days, rumors about why Kevin’s house is off-limits start to surface. Rumors such as; he’s a hoarder, his dad beats him, his mom drinks too much, and he has no parents. All of the rumors are stupid. My friends don’t believe them, except for Calvin and Chris, who help spread them.

One Saturday night, Kevin and the gang, except for Calvin and Chris come over to my place. They seem to be jealous of Kevin. We watch TV until around nine o’clock when Kevin leaves. The rest of us just lounge around on the couch until about midnight when they leave. The doorbell rings and I’m surprised to see Calvin and Chris standing there wearing all black. “He-hey we are going to go and spy on Kevin’s house and see what he is hiding, do you want to come?” asks Chris. “No - that’s creepy,” I respond. “Yeah, but don’t you want to know?” taunts Calvin. “Yeah, but not that bad,” I responded. “Last call,” says Calvin. They leave and walk down the street to Kevin’s house. Fifteen minutes later Calvin and Chris come back and knock on the door, but I don’t answer. They just walk in to my apartment. “Hey man what the heck!” I exclaim. “Hey did you know Kevin’s mom is in a wheel chair,” says Chris. “He’s um…also taking care of his little bro who has Down’s syndrome,” says Calvin, reluctantly. “I told you there was nothing wrong. He’s just being helpful and doing the right thing!” I say. “Um sorry…” starts Calvin. “I DON’T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!” I scream. They get up and run.

The next Monday we have our championship game. Calvin and Chris don’t show up. They knew they weren’t wanted around after the gang found out what they did. Right after school we head to the locker room. “LET’S DO THIS!!!” yells coach. “WE’LL DO THIS!” yelled somebody. It’s not the same without Calvin, but I’m glad he’s gone. We get out to the field and Coach calls a play. “Down…set, HUT!!!” Joey snaps the ball to me. I catch it perfectly. I step back. I pull my arm back. I throw. The ball goes thirty yards. Kevin catches it. He runs. He scores!!! Everyone cheers!!! “Yeah!!!” screams Juan as he throws up from excitement. We switch to defense. I watch Joey go and play noseguard. The ball is snapped. Joey doesn’t do his job and misses the tackle. The other team scores right before the half to tie it up. After half time, we go out to the field and start on defense. The other team doesn’t really make it anywhere. Then we are on offense. They stop us also. The second half was a defensive struggle. Until finally with ten seconds to go I hit Kevin on a 40 yard bomb to win the game. I think back about the new small kid and his first practice. Kevin has become a great friend and someone we can all count on. After the game we were all heading out to celebrate the championship, but Kevin could not go. Everyone was giving him a hard time for not coming but, I knew why. His family knew they could count on him as well.

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