Okay, this kinda popped into my head very late into my work day today.
I had a vision of a Kim and Ron moment for their Senior Night football game at the Middleton High football field.
(For those of y'all who don't know what Senior Night is, it is usually the final home game of the regular season and the senior football players, cheerleaders, and band members get recognized, usually before the start of the game and before they perform one final time in front of their hometown fans.)
Now, when Ron's name gets called out on the stadium's PA system: "Running back Number 7, Ron Stoppable!" Kim comes up to him, gives him a rose and a peck on his cheek for good luck. Likewise, when Kim's name gets called out on the PA system, Ron does the same thing in giving Kim a rose and a peck on her cheek for good luck.
My eldest daughter (a 16-yr old 11th grader) wanted to go the senior night football game tonight. When we got there, I told her the story of MY senior night football game.
November 1994. It was just like any other fall senior night where seniors from the football team, cheerleaders, and band are recognized. We would walk out on to the field with our parents while the PA announcer (our semi-dopey school resource officer) would read from a form that we submitted the day before. Elements of this mini-speech would include our names, our parent’s names, and what our plans were for the following school year (college, military, etc).
When I walked out to the field with my dad, the PA announcer read my form VERBATIM: “Aaron Elya [he mispronounced my last name, but that was to be expected] is Drum Major of the Meadowcreek High School Marching Band. He is escorted by his father Richard Elya [again, mispronounced]. This fall, Aaron plans to attend Gainesville College majoring in either music education….or (short pause) …underwater basket weaving.”
The band IMMEDIATELY lost their minds. My dad shook his head with a smile. As for me, I was left in complete disbelief that the PA announcer actually read it. Out loud. 😂
This was, without question, one of the greatest highlights of my senior year.
The most depressing part of marching band isn't senior night, it's the few days after senior night. The days when you know you have at least one more football game with all of these people you've grown so fond of (my school's last home game is never out last game). But you know it's not the same. Practices are done, spending hours with these people against your own free will is gone, and now you have to actually ask them to hang out after school. It's depressing
This started as a shitpost and then I just kept going anyway AU where Floyd eventually forgives Veneer and they end up becoming besties a few years down the line and have girls nights ugh
[NOT SHIP ART!!!]
aaand Bonus doodle of when they take the curlers out or some shit dont look at me man
Redwood High School's Varsity Baseball Senior Night: A Tribute to Graduating Rangers
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The Redwood High School Varsity Baseball team came together to celebrate their graduating seniors in a fitting tribute filled with camaraderie, respect, and admiration. Friends, family members, and fellow student-athletes attended the event to recognize the seniors for their dedication and achievements on and off the field.
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gojo would kill your work husband. but if he were the work husband, that's a different story
REAL!! he’s such a hypocrite because if someone mentioned you had a work husband, his entire world would stop and he wold devise the absolute worst plans to make sure that your co-worker, everyone at your job, and everyone in the next building over knew that he was happily committed to you
but if he is the work husband, he’s very........ dutiful in his role. there’s a loose office/lawyer au in my head where satoru is your secretary, and for all intents and purposes, your personal assistant, and he’s good at his job, but mostly because he considers his job to be pleasing you. he has coffee for you when you arrive, he moves your schedule around without you asking, he has answers to questions before you can even ask them, he has fresh flowers on your desk weekly, pokes into your meetings to pretend to hand you a file that’s really just maybe a single document in a manilla folder with candy on top of it—he’s made himself your business, your partner; he’s made himself irreplaceable, and he loves to remind everybody of that fact.
he’s also extremely loyal. sure, he could day a week’s worth of work done in about a day, but that doesn’t mean he’ll just use his talents for anybody. he’s your secretary, so he’s at your beck and call, and everyone knows it. they know he’s the best, but also that he’s off limits—not because you won’t share him, but because satoru won’t let himself be shared.
he also extends his duties beyond work, of course. when he hands you a print out of your schedule for the day and you’re confused by the three-hour block of time you have in the middle of the day, satoru just helps you shrug your coat of your shoulders and smiles, “that’s for the lunch date you have with me, of course!” hanging up your coat in your closet for you, “i’m paying, see you soon, sweets.” and because you’re great at your job, and satoru helps you be great, nobody really questions when the two of you have time for a 13-course tasting menu at 1pm on a tuesday afternoon. and if they did, all satoru would say that you two had a lovely date