#Tom Brady i miss you

[racheysmachey]

Not to be a Brad and/or Chad on the tumblr, but the Patriots were the last team to win back to back Super Bowls and I was holding onto that with a death grip because we have been stinky the last few years. Now I’m sad cause the poopy chiefs won again. Boo. I MISS WHEN WE WERE A TEAM!!!

[starkwlkr]

Hiii! okay maybe teen mathéo likes a girl so he could talk to charles about it and ask for advice a little father son moment would be cool.

numbers | charles leclerc

hello lovely anon! thanks for the request! for this imagine, I’m going to include mikey and demri schumacher. they are characters that belong to @cs55version from their mick series that i am absolutely in love with!!

I JUST STAY IN MY ROOM TOO LONG BUT I FINALLY HAVE A GIRLFRIEND AND SHE’S THE BOMB — numbers by tempered

While the media saw Ruby Leclerc as the loud, but funny child of Ferrari driver, Charles Leclerc, they sometimes forgot about Mathéo Leclerc, the shy and quiet boy. It wasn’t a bad thing (Mathéo’s exact words). The boy liked not being in the spotlight.

He enjoyed art museums and going to see musicals with his mother and grand-mère. But there were sometimes when the media did question whether or not he would follow in the footsteps of his father. From a young age, Mathéo decided not to pursue a career in formula 1 and his family respected that.

Even the kids at school would ask him when he would start karting. He would always answer with “I’m not going to be a driver. Ask my older sister.”

He grew tired of people at school always asking him about Ferrari, his father and uncle, asking for paddock passes. It was always the same people, people he never even talked to. But there was one day when a girl who had just moved to Monaco came up to him during lunch.

Mathéo’s usual friend, Robin, was sick so he remained home. Now it looked like Mathéo didn’t have any friends and sat alone during lunch.

“Hi. Is it okay if I sit here?” The girl asked, pointing to the chair across Mathéo.

“Yeah, it’s okay.” He replied then went back to eating his sandwich that his mother had made him.

“I’m Giselle.” The girl introduced herself.

“My name is Mathéo, but with an h in between the t and e. A lot of people forget about the h.” He explained.

“Oh, okay. Mine is with two l’s so it’s not like the supermodel’s name, you know the one that was married to Tom Brady?” She asked.

“I don’t know who Tom Brady is, but I know who Gisele Bündchen is. My maman had dinner with her last week.” He said casually. “Wait, you don’t have an accent.” He quickly noticed.

“I’m from America, but my mother’s side of the family is from here. My mom got a really good job offer so here we are,” Giselle explained. “My mom has about of an accent though. She was born here but left when she was ten I think.”

Mathéo had a crush on a girl before. Her name was Eloise. She was the sister of the most popular girl in school so when Eloise asked Mathéo out to the movies, the boy thought it was just some kind of prank.

Giselle seemed nice, she listened when Mathéo had something to say, laughed at his jokes when he made one and she didn’t know of Mathéo’s last name so at least he didn’t have to worry about that yet.

As the school day came to an end, he walked back home only to find Mikey and Demri Schumacher and his sister eating in the kitchen while his mother was on the phone talking.

“Hey, Théo! Missed you.” Demri ruffled his hair as he passed by her to get to the refrigerator.

“You can keep him if you want. I see him all the time.” Ruby teased.

“Maman! Ruby wants to give me away to the Schumacher’s!” Mathéo yelled. He ignored the laughs coming from then teenagers and grabbed a juice then walked out the kitchen.

“Ruby, what did I say about trying to sell your brother?” Y/n groaned from her spot in the sofa.

“Uncle Mick won’t mind having him around!”

“Hi, maman. Is papa around?” The fourteen year old boy asked shyly. He needed his father’s opinion on Giselle.

“He’s in our room, baby. He might be asleep, but you can go check.”

“Oh. I’ll let him sleep then. I’m going to my room.” Mathéo said. He knew how hard his father worked so he rather wait to have a conversation with him. He walked up the stairs to his room and closed the door behind him.

Y/n could see the defeated face on her boy. “Mom, I’m going to call you back. Bye.” She hung up the phone. She got up and walked to her and Charles’ room where he was sleeping peacefully on their bed. He had just gotten back from Belgium and he decided he wanted to have a nap before dinner.

“Charles, sweetheart,” Y/n gently shook his body to wake him up. Charles groaned as a response. “Mathéo wants to talk to you. I have a feeling it might be important.”

“What time is it?” He asked, still not opening his eyes.

“Almost dinner time so you have to get up.”

Charles sighed and sat up in his spot. “Where’s my boy?”

Mathéo was in his room working on his art project. It was a show box diorama of his favorite memory, which was the day of his birthday when all of his family from both sides made it to his party. As he was putting a toy birthday cake in his box, he heard a knock on his door.

“It’s open!” He said, still concentrated on his project. In came Charles with a tired face, but he didn’t care. His son needed him and he was here to listen.

“It looks very nice. Is that Uncle Arthur with frosting on his face?” Charles pointed at a paper drawing of the whole family. Arthur had been drawn with blue marker ‘smeared’ on his face to resemble the frosting of the cake that Charles had thrown at his face the day of the party.

“Yeah, it was kind of hard to find the right shade of blue but I made it work.” Mathéo said, not looking up from his work.

Charles nodded and walked over to the boy’s bed and sat down. “Maman told me you wanted to talk.”

Mathéo finally looked up and slowly turned his chair to face Charles. “But you’re tired. We can talk later-”

“Théo, I’m not tired. I’m okay, now tell me, is someone bothering you in school? Are your grades bad? If it’s about grades then I’m not mad because my grades were not good. Arthur and I used to skip class because of karting so-”

“It’s not about grades. I’m doing well in school. Promise you won’t laugh at me.” Mathéo said quietly.

“Why would I laugh? I’m your papa.”

“Just promise me.”

Charles held out his pinky finger. “I promise I won’t laugh,” Mathéo nodded and was about to speak but Charles stopped him. “No, you have to do the pinky promise. This is serious.” Mathéo chuckled and laced his pinky finger with his father’s then let go.

“Okay, so I was sitting in my usual table during lunch and then this girl comes up and sits with me. Robin wasn’t with me because he’s sick so I thought she felt bad for me because I was sitting alone. But turns out she’s new to Monaco and to the school. We talked and I have decided that she is the coolest girl I have ever met and she doesn’t know I’m your son!” The boy explained. “And she laughed at my jokes, I think I’m in love.”

Charles’ lips turned into a smile. His son had a crush.

“Well that’s a big word for you. She seems nice. What’s her name?” Charles asked.

“Giselle but with two l’s. Even her name is pretty. But I don’t want to seem like a creep and ask her out. How did you ask maman to go on a date with you?”

“Your maman was not an easy person to ask out. The first time I asked her, she said no and I respected her decision. A month later, she was in Monaco and we got lunch with a couple of friends and I asked her again and she said yes. I wanted to take her to dinner but she said that was too boring for a first date so we signed up for a cooking class to make pasta but it was in Italy so we went to Italy.” Charles explained. He was never going to forget that day.

“Why Italy? Does Monaco not having pasta classes?”

“They do, but your mother hadn’t been to Italy so I took her. It’s became a tradition now. On our anniversary, we go to the same cooking class and make pasta. You would think my cooking skills would improve by now, but at least we have maman to help.”

“Maybe I can take Giselle to a cooking class in Italy.” Mathéo suggested.

“How about we start with watching a movie in the local theater?”

[tetragonia]

Midnight Repair Shop

John "Bucky" Egan x Female!Mechanic!Reader

Blurb: In the middle of the night, accompanied with the choruses of men from the Officer’s pub afar, Bucky saw the hangar light was on. He peeked and found Jerry to his Tom—(Y/N), one of the mechanics whose side job apparently was to annoy him. It was that one time when Bucky and (Y/N) repaired not only the plane, but somehow their whole dynamics all these months.

warning: inaccuracies especially with the mechanical terms because I'm not used to them and just looked em up from the internet. also, maybe weird phrasing or grammatical incorrect since English is not my first language. pls let me know what I could do better <3

note: pure fluff and giggles, some arguments but all is good with our Bucky. this is my first mota fic out there and why shouldn't i choose our antic Bucky as the main character? ;) also, this is based on the portrayal of the actors from Masters of the Air. all respect to the veterans and family

words: 3160 (sorry!)

It was a sunny day as the sun was casting a golden hue over Thorpe Abbotts, the distant hum of aircraft engines signaled the approach of returning fighter planes. Among them was Major John Egan–”it’s just me, Bucky’s fine”–his B-17 streaking through the sky and leading the squadron. It was not an easy mission, but it was nothing they couldn’t handle. The route was clear and the enemy’s cover was minimum.

With steady hands, Bucky guided his aircraft toward the runway as his eyes scanned the horizon for any signs of trouble. The roar of the engine filled the cockpit as he made minute adjustments to his altitude and speed, preparing for the critical moment of touchdown.

As the wheels of his B-17 made contact with the tarmac, Bucky maneuvered and smoothly brought it to a stop with. The plane rolled to a halt, its engine purring contentedly as Bucky taxied toward the waiting ground crew.

You were one of the ground crews, a skilled mechanic around the base. People knew your work ethic and they damn respected you out of it. And that clearly gave some benefits around here.

“Back from another joyride, Major?”

You emphasized the rank as Bucky made his way out from the cockpit. His flight suit was slightly disheveled, his hair was a bit scruffy but his smile was as bright as the summer sun. Brady jumped out, his eyes scanned you and Bucky.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

“Capt,” you tilted your chin and raised your eyebrows slightly to acknowledge his presence.

“Joyride?” Bucky pulled your attention back at him. “More like a death-defying adventure, (Y/N). You know, I like to keep things exciting.”

“That ain’t exciting, bud,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “Let’s see what kind of mess you’ve gotten yourself into this time.”

You wasted no time inspecting the plane, your expert eye quickly picking up on any signs of damage. Still locking your eyes to the plane, you said, “I swear, Bucky, if next time you come back with another dent in your plane, I’m going to start charging you for the repairs. And trust me, it ain’t cheap.”

“Did you just threaten me?” he let out a dramatic gasp, putting his hand in front of his chest. “You know, I think I’m starting to rub off on you. After all, it truly takes a special kind of person to keep up with a pilot like me.”

Your hands ran through the plane’s body, bullet holes were scattered and some flak damages were tattooed to the metal skin. You suspected there were some engine reduction from the enemy’s fire, as well as control surface damage.

“You’re not the only one keeping me busy. I have plenty of other pilots crashing their planes too, creating these cute little bends and missing some rivets,” you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes again.

“You know, (Y/N), I’m starting to think you have a thing for me crashing. How else do you explain always being there to fix up my messes?” still in his dramatic tone, he raised an eyebrow at you.

You turned your head to him, trying to mimic his dramatic gasp earlied, “Oh my God! Weird thing is, I can’t imagine having this thing called a job! Have you ever heard of that?”

You lost count on rolling your eyes at him. He laughed faintly and started to walk away from you. 

“Hey, (Y/N), if I had a penny for every time you gave me that look of disapproval, I’d have enough to buy myself a damn new plane. One that doesn’t need fixing every time I fly it.”

“Spare your voice for the interrogation, Bucky, you’re just talking shit right now,” you said dismissively. You could hear his ragged breath from your place, that man clearly needed to at least have a good hot chow.

“Ouch, that stings.”

Despite your dismissive tone, you couldn’t help but to let a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

As the darkness draped itself over Thorpe Abbotts like a heavy cloak, the Officer's pub emerged as a sanctuary of warmth and light. The air was buzzing with the low hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses, faint laughters could be heard from afar. Bucky Egan was bathed in a warm, golden light from the row of lanterns that lined the walls. Wooden beams crisscrossed the ceiling above him, their darkened surfaces reflecting the soft glow of the fire roaring in the hearth.

Around the room, Bucky found himself gathered at wooden tables with other airmen as the air was thick with the scent of pipe tobacco and the familiar aroma of alcohol, mingling with the lively strains of a piano being played in the corner.

“I don’t know, man. You seem pretty tipsy already,” Buck Cleven shook his head with a chuckle when Bucky offered to buy them another round of drinks. “I don’t want you stumbling into any trouble, you know.”

Hearing what his buddy said, Bucky laughed. “Me? Trouble? Com on, Buck, you know me better than that. I can handle myself just fine! Look at this.”

Bucky tried to jump from his seat to buy another round, but then he stumbled and let the men laugh as he landed in a weird position.

“Alright, alright,” he said, laughing with them too. He was just too damn charming to be ashamed, it’s alarming.

“No more drinks,” Bucky said, God knows to Buck or to himself.

“No more drinks,” Buck hummed the same chorus. Bucky laughed, shook his head faintly.

“I’m gonna head back,” he eventually reached a decision. “And I don’t want any of you to take me, feel like flying solo tonight. ‘Kay?”

“Sure, Bucky, whatever you want,” Brady laughed as he sipped his glass. With that, Bucky stumbled out into the cool night air, leaving the sounds of laughter and conversation that faded behind him. He took a deep breath, the crisp night air helped him clearing his muddled mind as he made his unsteady steps back to his barrack.

Humming sporadic notes from Bing Crosby, he noticed a faint flickering light shined through the windows from a hangar nearby with its door ajar. Curious, and perhaps a little tipsy, he decided to investigate.

Who the hell works at this hour, he thought to himself. With a curious tilt of his head, he veered off course, his feet guiding him toward the source of lights. Peeking a bit, he was greeted by the sight of your back, working on his plane.

Bucky sauntered in, his flight jacket slung over one shoulder, a cocky grin plastered across his face. He squinted against the sudden brightness, his eyes struggling to adjust to the harsh contrast after the darkness outside. Blinking rapidly, he stumbled forward, laughing at his own stupidity. And he might or might not realize that he always felt way more stupid around you, throwing all those flirts and banters like a loony.

“Hey there, (Y/N)! Patching up the old birds, are we?” Bucky slurred slightly. 

You turned your head at him, still on your workbench raising an eyebrow at Bucky’s disheveled appearance.

“Looks like someone had a bit too much to drink tonight,” you made a remark as you continued working gunning the rivets. “Too much liquid courage at the pub?”

Bucky chuckled, he leaned against a nearby box for support. “Liquid courage? More like liquid genius! But hey, I couldn’t resist the chance to see your pretty face before I hit the hay.”

Bucky grinned stupidly at your back as he heard you replied monotonously, “Oh lucky me. The pleasure is all mine, I’m sure.”

He laughed at your dry response, stepped in. “Nah, just needed a little pick-me-up after a long day of saving the world. You know how it is.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t suppress a smile at Bucky’s antics. You’ve gotten used to all that now, working side by side for a couple months.

“Yeah, yeah, the brave pilot routine. I’ve heard it all before. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve got work to do.”

As Bucky watched you expertly finish tinkering the body, you couldn’t help but admire your skill and determination. God knows since when you had worked on his plane today!

He leaned against the nearby workbench, his grin widening. “It’s your touch that keeps her purring, (Y/N). Without you, she’d be just another hunk of metal gathering dust.”

You rolled your eyes. "Flattery will get you nowhere, flyboy. You’re not fooling anyone with your smooth talk.”

“Hey, I’m just stating facts!”

“Yeah, and Hitler’s a good man. Now do me a favor, hand me the rivet gun over there,” you asked, tilting your head to the tool box.

Your hand brushed with his as he handed you the rivet gun. The wind suddenly swirled around the hangar and you shuddered at the chills down your spine. You took the gun swiftly and placed it over the exposed end of the rivet shaft. You securely fastened patches of those new aluminum sheets metal onto the wing, covering the bullet holes.

You’d been fixing the engine with Ken all day, finished just before the curfew. To clear your mind, you decided to fix the panels tonight as you asked Ken to get a hot chow. After some good arguments thrown from you, Ken gave up and walked away.

And here you were, in the hangar with the famous Bucky Egan. You’d been working with him for months, yet you didn’t know if he made all those compliments and flattery to other women as well. There weren’t any female mechanics around here and you knew he had his own way with women.

Flattery didn’t get him anywhere, but it got you somewhere. 

You decided to break the silence, “You know, Bucky, I’m starting to think you pilots have a secret competition to see who can wreck their plane the most. Am I right?”

To hide whatever feelings that tried to surface, you put your familiar mask–strict, to the point, and sometimes a bit offensive. That way, you could protect yourself.

“Am clearly the best,” from the corner of your eyes, you could see him nodded and smiling. Suddenly it was so infuriating, how smiley he always was, how cheerful and friendly he was to you. How easy he was to throw compliments, and how easy he was to look at her with such adoration.

“Yeah, I've always thought you were a great pilot. Shame you're not quite as good at keeping your plane in one piece.”

You were unable to keep your feelings now. It was bottled up all this time. You were tired, hungry, and thirsty. You were vulnerable.

“Hey, hey, now,” Bucky might be a bit drunk but he wasn’t stupid. Something in the air shifted, your tone was harsh. Too harsh for his liking and your own good. Your tone was aggressive and he felt like you tried to hurt him with your remarks. Usually, they were all harmless, he even found you funny. But what was with the sudden change of tone?

“Come on, now. Why do you always pick on me?” Bucky tried to remain calm.

Forgot being calm! You were raging all of sudden. “Why would I pick on you, stop being so full of yourself.”

That’s it. That was the last straw.

“Hey, that stings!” Bucky was flustered, he walked closer to you, gaze piercing your back.

You sighed. You’re tired. You’ve been working all day and haven’t eaten since 8 am. It’s somewhere over 12 am now.

Fuck, you muttered to yourself. You need to shape the replacement panels to match the contours of the wing’s surface before riveting them. You got up and walked to the sheet metal bender, but Bucky stopped you.

With the faint hangar light on top of you both, now Bucky could fully take a look at your current state. You knew you looked terrible.

“Okay, you need to stop,” Bucky sighed. “Go to your barrack. You need to sleep.”

“I need to work.”

“She can wait. I’ll ask Lemmons to patch her up early in the morning,” Bucky said, his voice was authoritative. “Now, let’s get you some sleep.”

“No,” you tried to walk to the metal bender but his grip was strong.

“Come on, or I’m gonna abduct you.”

You almost rolled your eyes at that, but he quickly swept you off the ground. “Hey! Put me down!”

Despite the serious and cold air surrounding you both earlier, you could see how Bucky giggled. You always acted all tough, but you were just a girl for him. Your strength couldn’t even match him.

She’s cute, you didn’t know Bucky thought that right now.

He thought this was all just a joke, your mind stated.

“Nah, I’ll put you on your bed myself.”

You huffed in frustration, your attempts to free yourself only serving to make Bucky hold on tighter. "This isn't funny, Bucky! Put me down right now!"

But before Bucky could respond, his foot caught on a stray toolbox lying on the floor, sending you both tumbling to the ground in a tangled heap of limbs. With a yelp of surprise, you landed on top of him, your bodies pressed together in an awkward and unexpected embrace.

For a moment, you lay there in stunned silence, the only sound filling the air was the pounding of your hearts. 

With a stupid grin on his face, Bucky smiled surprisingly sweetly, “Hello.”

As the realization of your predicament sunk in, your cheeks flushed crimson, maybe with anger or maybe with something else.

"Are you kidding me, Bucky?" you exclaimed, pushing yourself off him with a scowl. "I told you to put me down!"

Bucky winced while grinning sheepishly, rubbing his head where it had collided with the floor. He was fully sober now, thanks for the thud. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I didn't mean for us to fall."

You crossed your arms over your chest, your expression still stormy. "Well, it's not funny. You could have seriously injured yourself. You’re one of the best pilots we’ve got, what would happen if you got hurt?!"

Bucky sighed, his earlier amusement fading as he met your angry gaze. He got up, walked a step closer to you. 

"You need to be worried about yourself. What is it, (Y/N)? You’re not usually this… tensed. Is something bothering you?”

Bucky put his hand on your shoulder. You stiffened at his touch, jerking away as if scalded. 

"I'm fine," you snapped, your tone once again sharp and defensive.

Bucky's brow furrowed in confusion, hurt flickering in his eyes. "Hey, I was just asking. You don't have to bite my head off."

You didn’t want to meet his gaze. Your eyes wandered to the floor that suddenly became so interesting.

But you knew that Bucky wasn't about to let you off the hook that easily. "I don't buy it, (Y/N). You've been acting strange lately, and I want to know why."

You scoffed, rubbed your eyes slowly, “It’s nothing.”

“Hey, tell me,” Bucky now grabbed your arms and once again you stiffened at his gesture. You looked up as your gaze fell to his, eyes blinked rapidly. Your cheeks flushed as you once again broke eye contact and looked at the new interesting thing: the metal bender.

And a realization hit Bucky like a lightning. The way you laughed or rolled your eyes at his jokes despite being known as a serious fella, the way you looked at him before he took off, the way you always kept some distance…

“Hey,” Bucky’s voice softened. “I’ve never been this straightforward, but we don’t have much time��� Do you like me?”

He could feel your muscles tensed under his touch. You still refused to look at him.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. Where did the tough, no-nonsense (Y/N) go?

“Hey, (Y/N), look at me,” Bucky asked you gently. He knew for sure that you held a feeling for him and he was too damn stupid to realize. He tried so hard to suppress his smile.

You looked up, his expression was soft and his eyes fixed on you with a gleam that made the butterflies crazy inside your stomach.  You thought about every possible reaction: rejections, lots of yelling, a broken respect and trust, no more jokes and friendships… But you didn’t expect when he leaned closer and brought you in, when his lips touched yours with a gentleness you could only imagine.

Bucky’s lips tasted like a good amount of mint and alcohol mixture. You were intoxicated. He put his hand on your hip, the other caressed your cheek. His touch was a gentle yet firm anchor, drawing you closer to him in a silent declaration of desire. Your fingers traced the curves of your hips with a tender reverence, his touch sending shivers down your spine as you melted into his embrace.

He’d never imagine touching you, grabbing your crinkled jumpsuit as he kissed you deeper, his hands wandered. You felt a rush of warmth spreading through your body, igniting a fire within you that you couldn’t ignore. His hands, strong and sure from years of training, held you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. His touch was both possessive and protective all at once.

When you both pulled away, trying to catch a breath, you saw Bucky smiling. His hands were still on your hips, now the right one stroke your cheek and your lips.

"You know, (Y/N), I've always admired you. The way you always know your way around an engine, your work ethic, your remarks, your replies to my jokes… I've always thought you were pretty amazing,” he whispered. “The way you handle those machines... it's something else. That’s why I always send my plane to you."

Your cheeks flushed slightly at the unexpected compliments, and you cleared your throat awkwardly. You were anything but flushed and fluttered.

"Well, I guess someone has to keep you flyboys in the air. Can't have you crashing and burning without us, right? You better treat her right up there or I'll make sure your next landing isn't so smooth."

Bucky grinned, feeling a surge of confidence after a heavy cloud towering you both  earlier.

"Hey, what do you say we had a drink tomorrow? I’d like to discuss tonight's matter, after you had a good rest of course.”

Your heart raced at the thought of spending more time with Bucky outside of work. You were exhausted, but after what happened tonight, you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep.

"I suppose one drink couldn't hurt. But don't think this means I'm going easy on you, Bucky. I've got a reputation to uphold, after all."

[sincerelymarner]

i love u hockey nepotism <3

i just think hockey connections are neat and the hughes have a lot. so here's a noncomphrehensive review of their connections (as it relates to their teams) through their dad jim. and this also kinda doubles as a background about him.

so jim hughes grew up on long island and has many ties to the area, hence the “comin home” comment from luke during jack’s draft and jack’s walk up song being “i’m coming home”. 

currently jim is a director of player development at CAA hockey (2016-) and previously was the director of player development for the leafs (2009-15). he also has 20 years of coaching experience which has brought him to new jersey, orlando, boston, new hampshire, and toronto. but before all this, he played hockey at providence college (1985-89) which is where he overlapped with tom fitzgerald, current president of hockey operations and gm of the devils, for two years. if you were ever curious why jim and ellen were seated next to the gm of jack and luke’s team at brady tkachuk’s wedding, now you know.

jim hughes 1985

in fact, jim was a huge factor in why fitzgerald attended providence as jim hosted him for his recruiting trip. during jim’s time at providence, he was represented by ray shero who was the gm for the devils from 2015-20.

devils GM ray shero meeting with the hughes family at the 2019 nhl draft

while jim was an assistant coach with the orlando sun bears (1999-2001), he became acquainted with head coach peter horachek who was a scout for the devils in 2019 and is currently an assistant coach for them.

jim hughes (left) is in this photo, idk if peter horachek is but this from when the solar bears won the turner cup and that's how the photo of jack in a cup came about

after orlando jim had been named as an assistant coach for the bruins (2001-03) and that’s where he met, then head coach, robbie ftorek, who became a close family friend. following his tenure with boston he went to new hampshire where he was assistant coach for the manchester monarchs (2003-05) under previous canucks’ head coach bruce boudreau. when jim became head coach (2005-06), his assistant coach was derek clancy who is currently an assistant gm for the leafs and previously was one for the canucks.

pretend that derek clancy is here with him (well he is, just off screen)

then settled in toronto as an assistant coach for the marlies, then as director of player development for the leafs. here jim and the boys got to know leafs legend willy nylander.

not at all connected to the boys’ teams i just wanted to include this photo, sue me

again, this is a noncomprehensive review and there is probably so much i missed, but i wanted to put this together for reference.

↳ info taken mostly from this the athletic article and this sportsnet article + some supplementary sources such as elite prospects

[thisisnotthenerd]

a taxonomic definition of olympic onomatopoeia

spent a half hour with my sister categorizing olympic sports into onomatopoeia categories in order to distill them down to their simplest essence.

they are as follows: nyoom, yeet, boing, sproing, splash, smack, whack, swish, zoom, hup, pew, and heave.*

before i get into the categories, a quick clarification: any event that fits into multiple categories will be in both--i didn't want to do a combined category as multi-discipline events span too many. also, athletics is split up because it has subcategories, but most everything else is just the general sport category.

the categories:

nyoom: speed events only utilizing the body.

sprints

distance run

race walking

hurdles

swimming

triathlon

pentathlon

heptathlon

decathlon

yeet: throwing. self-explanatory.

shot put

discus throw

hammer throw

javelin

heptathlon

decathlon

boing: jumping, straight. no flips or tricks, just jumping.

long jump

high jump

triple jump

pole vault

heptathlon

decathlon

sproing: the fancy jumping. the artistic sports. anything with presentation points. combines jumping with spin elements.

artistic gymnastics (all disciplines)

rhythmic gymnastics (all disciplines)

trampoline

breaking

artistic swimming

diving (all disciplines)

skateboarding

equestrian (dressage)

cycling (bmx freestyle)

splash: aquatic sports. like yeet, self-explanatory

swimming

artistic swimming

marathon swimming

diving

surfing

sailing (all disciplines)

canoe (all disciplines)

rowing (all disciplines)

water polo

triathlon

pentathlon

smack: hit somebody. as in you score points by doing so. rugby is not a smack sport. primarily martial arts.

boxing

fencing

judo

karate

taekwondo

wrestling

pentathlon

whack: hit ball with stick. self-explanatory.

tennis

table tennis

badminton

(field) hockey

golf

swish: move the ball somewhere with your hands/feet/other appendages. often to a net. combine throwing/kicking with running.

basketball (all disciplines)

volleyball (all disciplines)

football (soccer for americans)

handball

rugby (sevens)

water polo

zoom: going fast with equipment. the non-nyoom races.

cycling (road race, track race, bmx race, mountain biking)

canoe (sprint)

rowing

sailing

triathlon

hup: obstacle courses. this originally was called clop for the horses, but i decided there were more events that fit with it.

hurdles

steeplechase

equestrian (jumping & eventing)

canoe (slalom)

cycling (mountain biking, bmx race)

skateboarding

sport climbing (all disciplines)

pew: target sports. point and shoot. if you prefer, pew-pew. given the air pistols/rifles, it seems a better fit than bang.

archery

shooting (all disciplines)

pentathlon

heave: lifting. self-explanatory. technically has overlap with yeet, but only for the heavier projectiles. it would be heave-ho but i'm trying to stick to monosyllabic words.

weightlifting

shot put

hammer throw

and that's all the categories.

as for how you use them:

noah lyles goes nyoom / nyooms

valarie allman goes yeet / yeets

jasmine moore goes boing / boings

simone biles goes sproing / sproings

tom daley goes splash / splashes

lee kiefer goes smack / smacks

novak djokovic goes whack / whacks

ilona maher goes swish / swishes

kristen faulkner goes zoom / zooms

sydney mclaughlin-levrone goes hup / hups

brady ellison goes pew / pew-pews

jourdan delacruz goes heave / heaves

have fun!

*yes i'm aware not all of these are precisely onomatopoeia. if you can come up with better names then by all means suggest them. also if i’ve missed anything, let me know.

[majaloveschris]

Today has been hell. I have decided to kind of answer a lot of asks in one post.

Why would the co-stars be there if not because of the wedding?

There could be several other reasons for this.

RDJ is shooting in Boston, so Renner is a big football fan (we all saw them in a football match with Evans), and Hemsworth could be there because of the Tom Brady thing too. It is a big deal in the states, and maybe Chris will have an after party, or this was a really great opportunity to reunite and to get some attention since neither of them are allowed to promote their stuff.

But Hemsworth doesn't even like football.

And how do you know that? Has he ever said that? And even if this were the case, maybe he just wanted to hang out with his friends, and this was a great opportunity to get together. Maybe Hemsworth started liking football after spending a lot of time in America. Maybe he had some work to do there. Nobody has ever said that he only flew from Australia to the States because of the whole Tom Brady thing. It's not like it would be too far-fetched to say that he flew in because of his friends. He is rich, so he has no problem spending money on a plane ticket. Or on a private plane. Hemsworth was also part of the AGBO fantasy football team, just like all the Avengers. Could be another reason for them being there.

That's Hemsworth's wife, not his mom.

That's not his wife. This is his wife.

And if you take a look at that woman who was there with them in the restaurant, you can see that the hair color immediately doesn't match. But by just taking a look at this picture, you can see that the woman with them looks nothing like Elsa.

Hemsworth and Renner told those girls that they were there because of Chris's wedding.

I find this really unbelievable. Do we really think that they would spill the tea on random people? There is no way they don't know about the backlash their relationship has been getting, and if they are getting married, they clearly want to keep it secret, so there is no way his friends would spill anything, especially to random strangers.

Chris's friend posted a picture on Instagram of him and his friend in a car wearing something fancy.

He posted that picture when it was like 9 a.m. in Boston, so as one of my friends said, they might've gone to church.

There are also a few people that are missing who I think would be there, like Mackie, who is in New Orleans for a football game, and Alba's cousin, who is in Peru with her family. I don't think either of them would miss their wedding.

I've said it once and twice, and I'll say it once again: the only reason all of these are suspicious is because of that one girl, that random online person, saying that the wedding will take place this weekend. I'd also like to add those people who love to stir up shite online and spread misinformation because they love creating drama.

It's also really interesting that this is happening once again after something unrelated to Alba happened to Evans.

Maybe I'm wrong; maybe they are getting married. I don't know, but nobody else does. There is just as much evidence of them getting married as there is of them not: zero.

This is only my opinion.

[is-on-its-way]

my problem with iwtb... I think?

Okay Im not sure Im eloquent enough to meta my feelings on this topic, I also havent seen enough past season 8s finale to really have perfect opinions on this, but from the clips I see on here and reddit etc. I have issues I need to work out…  

There is something about the characterisation of Mulder in IWTB that really annoys me. And please correct me if Im wrong on his motivations. Usually my protest is the mistreatment of Scully. But in this case I think theres a certain mistreatment of Mulder’s character that really irks the shit out of me. 

Firstly Mulder comes off as Tom Brady in this movie. So single minded and stuck in his ways he couldn’t possibly figure out how to live his life without the one thing that he thinks makes him successful or that he lives for. Two things... its the wrong obsession (more on that in a moment) and this is the opposite of where his character has been hurtling since he met Scully so as written it makes no sense.

The thing mulder was obsessed with and searching for since he was 13 years old was solved. He got his answer when he found out what happened to his sister. He was freed from his lifelong quest. He even was ready to give the agent thing up in the s7 finale, telling Scully the price had been too high and she needed to stop. Meaning he would also be stopping, bc he never wanted to do it without her. Sure he wanted to keep fighting in 8 to protect his baby, but they got rid of the baby atp, so Im not gonna get into that rn.

Turning him into the FBI agent ghost of Tom Brady was… a choice. Throwing away the love of his life, the one who believed him, the one who listened and supported him and loved him back endlessly for what? To help the organisation that tried to murder him? No. I just dont really believe it at all, because it's just not believable. 

Secondly, would he maybe have a midlife crisis? Sure. Would he be lost or depressed? I could absolutely see it, they lost a child found out the aliens were taking over earth. Would Scully commit him rather than leave him alone in that house? For sure. And it would’ve apparently been the culmination of the plot line Morgan and Wong had worked towards since the beginning... 

Realistically, he might've been lost for a while with the end of the quest for his sister. I get it, you work your entire life for something and its always just within reach and when you finally accomplish it, you think well what now? You’d thought, you’d held onto the fact that when you got to the top of the mountain you would feel happy and accomplished and relieved. But when you turn around at the summit from the horizon of the breadth of your work, youre met with yet another peak ahead. Some other goal, some other thing that occupies your mind because thats what your mind is used to.

You’re just going to have a really hard time convincing me for Mulder it was searching for proof of Aliens in random magazines, (when he knows there are aliens and they have invasion plans) instead of preventing the 2012 thing, publishing actual papers under his Luder pseudonym, and making sure Scully knew how much he loved her as his family had never done for him, making sure he made Samantha proud and lived the life she missed once he let her memory rest. 

Thirdly he is intelligent, a psych major with alien superpowers, who graduated from Oxford. Would he be bumbling around making paranormal magazine collages a la Charlie Kelly when he ALREADY knows the endgame? Would he be dealing with random cases and helping the FBI who betrayed him and put him on death row?

Or would he be using Marita Covarrubias and his apparent new power to speak to the dead to try and stop the invasion by any means necessary? Would he be combing over Maritas paperwork, medical records, UN contacts, payment histories to find, like all those bees in Tunisia for example? Would he not be having Scully research this magnetite thing and getting papers written about its properties so that when the hybrids make themselves known there would be literature for people to find? or engineering an anti bee-virus virus? (damn those effing bees btw) Would he not be using every power of his beautiful mind to continue fighting in any way he could, fully of the reservation? 

And could Scully then rightly say don’t bring that darkness into our home? Because my answer would be no. Even if she did go back to being a medical doctor (Im going to ignore the surgeon part because its out of character and would take her redoing residency etc. lets labor under the impression she’s a family doctor or ER doctor). They were right about one thing, the darkness follows them, and would still even if they both stopped looking. Thats the show after all.

Would she maybe have wanted a vacation where he could row her to a deserted island in the adirondacks? Sure. Would she be okay with letting an alien invasion happen in 2012 and saying to Mulder stop fighting? No. When one of them quits the other supports and encourages them back to the mission. Thats the show. If anything Scully having the breakdown about that darkness would’ve made more sense.

Anyway my point being, the transition from Mulder fighting for the big picture to him being a sad shell of himself in his hoarder office, telling Scully they weren't meant to be together is... jarring to say the least, and nonsensical. 😔

[maxcuntstappen]

Bestie lestappen with the reverse trope “too many beds” ????? But they still share maybe?? Could be ridiculously funny

From this. Honestly any of these would be hilarious

It's the night of the annual lock-in.

Max never understood the point of them, really.

But it keeps him away from his house and gives him more time with his friends so he's not going to bitch about it.

After the chaos of last year's 'oh let's put a bunch of hormonal, horny, overly sensitive kids in one gym for one whole night and see how it goes', the management seems to have come to their senses and split the crowd up.

Max likes it better like this, 6 to 10 people in one classroom, people you can choose to have with you with all the bonding activities left for the gym.

It comforts him, knowing that he has a place to retreat if it all gets too much.

And it does get too much. But not in the way he expects.

"MAX!!!!!" Oscar yells, snapping him out of his snooze, just in time for Max to dodge the ball heading straight to his face.

"What the fuck," Max growls, or at least tries to, it comes out as a whine instead.

He would feel embarrassed if he wasn't busy feeling so fucking tired instead.

It's not his fault that GP and Seb made the entire team run double their usual drills because one stupid fucking freshman was late to the practice.

"What the fuck is you," Lando yells, making no sense but the frustration in his voice gets the message across.

"Okay," Alex's voice declares, "We need to regroup."

The other team groans and complains but they're retreating to their side as they do.

Fucking dickheads.

Alex pulls Max to the side, leaving their team discussing and strategising behind.

"Max, you know I love you," Alex starts, and Max preens a bit, always happy with how openly affectionate his friends are with him, "But you're a damn liability, man."

Max frowns, "No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are," George pops up out of nowhere, cause of fucking course, "We are being absolutely murdered out there and you're not helping."

"Okay, Russell, I've seen you throw, let's not pretend you're Tom fucking Brady, yeah?" Max snaps.

George opens his mouth to snark back but Alex pushes him away, "Go. Now."

George grumbles but walks away.

Simp.

"Max, buddy," Alex says, voice gentle, "It's okay to be tired. It's late. You can rest."

But Max doesn't want to rest. He wants to be with his friends and watch them be stupid. He wants to watch Lando slip on the polished floor and he wants to point at him and laugh in his face. He wants to watch George get worryingly protective of Alex when they play capture the flag. He wants to watch Charles argue and argue and argue over one single point in one of these redundant stupid games. He wants to watch him win the argument. Because he will win the argument. Max knows this all too well.

"But..." Max begins to protest, but Alex runs his hand through Max's hair and Max fucking melts into it before he remembers himself and snaps up straight.

"Yeah," Alex says, all sympathetic and soft. That cunt.

Max sighs.

Hard-headed as he is, even he knows when he needs to call it quits.

Max nods, making Alex softly smile.

"I'll see you in a bit, yeah?" Alex squeezes his shoulder, and turns to return to their miserably losing dodge ball team.

Max is practically dragging his feet as he exits the gym. He feels a tinge of sadness at the idea of missing out but it's overshadowed by the absolute fucking joy he's deriving from imagining how fucking good it'll feel to finally, finally be in a horizontal position.

He's just turned into the hallway when a voice calls out, "OI! MAX!"

Max looks back to see a grinning a bit-too-widely Daniel, holding a wide eyed, clearly trying-very-hard-not-to-blink Charles.

"Take him with you too, yeah?" Daniel says, slightly pushing Charles in Max's direction.

He leaves before Max can even get a word in.

Max sighs, running his eyes over Charles' rumpled appearance ; loose red sweatpants and a cream hoodie big enough to fit two, bloodshot eyes with mad scientist hair to match.

Max isn't the only one among his friends who had to run double the drills today.

"Tired?" Max asks, already knowing the answer.

Charles simply nods, his hoodie-covered hand coming up to rub at his eyes.

The sight makes Max feel all soft and mushy.

It's a feeling he's becoming increasingly familiar with, thanks to Charles' existence.

"Come on then," Max says, gesturing with a nod to the hallway towards their chosen class.

They walk next to each other wordlessly, both too tired to thinking of anything to talk about.

Max, surprisingly, is fine with it.

He thought it might be weird, considering just how much Charles and him talk when they're together.

But no.

This is fine too.

It's perfectly fine.

And then they reach their classroom and both of them stop short.

"Uh," Charles says, and Max agrees with that sentiment.

Because there are ten mattresses placed around the class, spread out from one wall to another.

Max so doesn't have the energy to gay panic about sleeping arrangements right now.

He never thought having too many options would ever be a problem when it came to sharing a bed with Charles.

Max glances over, sees Charles' eyes dart all over the floor, clearly trying to figure out his next move.

Max sighs, thinking, 'This is stupid'.

Cause it is.

Charles and Max have known each other since they were kids. Maybe they didn't like each other for half of that time.

But things are different now.

Even if Charles doesn't feel the same bubbly warm overwhelming feelings that Max feels for him, Max knows that Charles still likes him, still likes his company and their conversations and their time spent together.

That's more than Max's tired brain to make a decision.

"C'mon," he mumbles, taking Charles' hand in his, walking them over to the mattress closest to them.

He drops down, making Charles yelp and follow, somehow managing to not stab Max with his elbow.

It's not a big enough mattress to share.

But it's not a small enough mattress to not share.

Charles decides to stay, pressed up to Max's side.

Max is out before he can really appreciate the warmth and the comfort and the joy of the moment.

But it's okay, there will be other times.

[ezrap202]

The final nakshatra I will be discussing in the modeling world that I believe is not talked about enough in terms of astrology is the nakshatra of Swati.

~ Swati individuals in my opinion were the girls that came after the “Supers” aka Jyeshta girls and started replacing them as the modeling industry moved away from individuality on the runway and a lot of designers wanted all one look, all one height all one race. This happened first with Prada getting girls from Eastern Europe (Russia, Belarus, Ukraine and more).

~ Swati is known for being likened to as “otherworldly” or “alien-like” with large eyes on a medium to small heart shaped or oblong face it made people very infatuated with this look in the mid to late 2000’s into the 10’s. Swati nakshatra individuals have a certain charm to them that draws people in… often times making people obsessed with their ‘Doll-like’ looks, femininity and glamorous lives.

~ Claire Nakti talks about how individuals that have Swati placements hold a special cosmic position in that they are projectors and enjoyers of allusion in her Swati Exploration video. This is due to the fact that they are ruled by Rahu which is all about allusion and expansion. We see this in how a lot of models are able to transform into whatever the designers or photographers have envisioned for their work. Swati individuals are powerhouses when it comes to showcasing/broadcasting the visions of others or themselves, whether that be through clothes in fashion or through the silver screen of a motion picture. You often see them being very versatile in this way having many unique interests and not being held to just one thing.

I find it very interesting that as Swati models rose to fame and popularity in the mid to late 2000’s into the 10’s as did the rise of Social Media and technology!!! Steve Jobs dropped the first iPhone in 2007 which i find interesting due to the rise of Swati models getting more and more exposure with social media at people’s finger tips.

Gemma Ward: Swati Sun

Was discovered while sitting in a live studio audience of a TV show in Australia. She also had a cameo in Pirates of the Caribbean as a Siren/Mermaid (multi faceted in the media)

(Swati natives 🤝Media)

Kendall Jenner: Swati Sun

Model of the year and highest paid model in the world at one point. (nepotism at its highest and finest)

(Note Kendall has cameos in music videos, and also in family show on TV)

Kylie Jenner: Swati Moon

Youngest self made BILLIONAIRE miss kylizzle my nizzle herself.

(Disclaimer: I know Kylie is not a model… however she wanted to be when she was younger and often excels FAR MORE at Editorial shoots than her older sister Miss Kenny Ken.. argue witcho mami, not me☝🏾….)

“^^^I meeeaaaan look at the material!” - Tiffany New York Pollard)

Gisele Bunchen: Swati Moon

Who in my opinion has a NASTY strut. I mean that woman’s face and horsewalk is otherworldly.

She’s had a resurgence in the media after divorcing Tom Brady and then turning around and dating her JuJitsu instructor (now miss girl is pregnant with the jujitsu instructors baby)… lmfaooo we love a messy queen. I support it 100%

(remember ladies, where one man can’t or won’t another one is always ready willing and able. XOXO😘💋)

[boston-babies]

Zac followed Chris out “wait up a minute man” Chris sighed and switched Teddy to his other hip “What Zef?” “I’ll talk to Sassy okay? But dude you have got to keep your shit in check. You can’t let Tom get under your skin like this or else he’ll get exactly what he wants”

Chris shook his head “I don’t understand how she doesn’t see how he’s playing her” Zac nodded “for the same reason why she didn’t want to believe you could do what you did last year” Chris looked down “I’m her husband, it’s different” Zac shook his head “no, it’s not and you know it’s not”

Chris shook his head “why do you think she’ll listen to you about Tom?” Zac sighed “because she’s my best friend and she doesn’t have beef with me right now like she does with you” Chris shook his head and walked away “good luck man”

**********

Zac walked back in the house and went back to the kitchen to check on you. “Hey we need to talk Sassy” he looked at Tom then looked back to you “alone”. You nodded and followed Zac to the den. After a few moments, Henry walked in as well. You looked between them “what’s going on?”

Zac sighed “Sassy we love you, please always know that but you need to cut Tom off” your brow furrowed “not you too” he nodded “yes me too, he’s playing you Sassy. Henry and I watched him antagonize Chris so he would make a scene in front of you” you looked at Henry and he nodded “it’s true Sas. He said some pretty vile things to Chris”

Zac continued “he’s trying to get you to to hate Chris and he said he’s going to try to get the kids to hate him to so that he can swoop in and be your ‘knight in shining armor’” You shook your head “he was never like that when we were kids”

Henry stepped closer and put an arm around you “we just want you to be careful y/n. He’s not a good guy” Zac shook his head “why is he back around anyway?” You shrugged “he was in town and wanted to catch up. He said he was going through a divorce with his wife too..” Zac crossed his arms “be honest with me y/n, are you doing this so Chris can feel the same pain he inflicted on you?”

You looked down at your feet “I’m not proud of it but I don’t know any other way to get him to really understand”. Henry pulled you in for a hug “we’ll talk to him sassy. It’s going to be okay”

After a few moments you pulled away and you all walked back out to the kitchen.

*************

A week had passed without incident and the boys were finally back home from spending time with their dad in Maine. They walked through the front door with big smiles and ran right over to give you a hug. They hugged you at the same time and you laughed “hugging you guys like this was a lot easier when you were little” Ryan laughed “we missed you mama” you kissed each of their cheeks and they all made a face while you did “I missed you more” the boys pulled away and Ryan handed you Teddy and you gave him a big hug too “ooo especially you Teddy Bear”

Tom walked in from the kitchen “oh good, the boys are home”. Ryan’s smile dropped immediately “why are you always here?” “Ryan be nice!” You scolded. He rolled his eyes and Brayden spoke up “no but he’s right, why are you always here? It’s not like you’re mom’s boyfriend” Brandon snorted “yeah like that’ll ever happen” Brayden snickered back. You furrowed your brow “okay that’s enough, I don’t know what’s gotten into you guys”

Ryan spoke under his breath “maybe it’s an asshole trying to date our mom” You whipped your head around and looked at Ryan “I heard that Christopher”. Ryan made a face and Tom held his hands up and smiled “okay, I think we might have gotten off on the wrong foot. What would you boys say to going to dinner tonight to start over and get to know each other”

Brayden looked at Tom like he had five heads “fuck no”. Ryan put his hand on Brayden’s shoulder “wait Brady..I think that’s actually a great idea”. Brayden looked at Ryan like he’d lost his mind but when Ryan looked back at him, that’s when Brayden saw the mischievous glint in his eyes. It was subtle but Brayden knew his brother was planning something “yeah okay. Sure, let’s go to dinner”

Tom nodded “that’s great, this is gonna be so fun you guys”

******************

They were all sitting at a round table in the middle of the restaurant. The waitress had just walked away after taking their food order and the table was silent. Tom cleared his throat “so, how long are you boys home for?” Ryan rolled his eyes “no I have a better question, what do you want with our mom?”

Tom nodded “I’ll be honest. I really like your mom. A lot; she and I dated for a while until she met your dad-“ Brayden cut him off “yeah you dated for a year when you were sixteen, then mom told us you cheated on her. Then she met dad.” For a flash, you could see the irritation in Tom’s eyes but as quickly as the mask fell, he put it right back up. “What I did was wrong, and I know I hurt your mom but now all I want is the opportunity to make it up to her. To have a second chance.”

Brandon glared “what about your wife and kids?” Tom sighed “my wife and I are actually in the middle of a pretty nasty divorce-look I get you guys are just protecting your mom but I promise she’s in good hands with me”.

The waitress came back with their drinks and they all went silent again. Once she was done, the boys thanked her as she walked away. Tom stood “we can continue this discussion when I get back from the restroom”. He turned and left and the boys just glared.

Brayden looked at Ryan “I don’t like this Ry, I don’t trust him”. Ryan was silent and Brayden could tell the wheels in his brothers brain were turning. Brandon watched as Ryan leaned forward and grabbed the bottle of hot sauce, opened the cap and poured a good amount in Tom’s water. Brayden took the salt shaker next and unscrewed the lid so it would dump all over Tom’s food when he used it.

Ryan noticed that Tom had left his phone on the table. He grabbed it and since there was no passcode, he was able to get in easy. Brayden leaned forward “what are you doing?” Ryan didn’t look up from the phone “shh!-“ he read through some text messages and then dialed the number

“Hi, is this Amelia? Oh no, he’s fine, Im just calling to let you know that your husband is trying to have an affair with another woman. Oh? You’re not divorcing? Well he made it sound like you were in a pretty nasty split? Oh no, that’s terrible. I’m so sorry. No I just felt like you should know what he’s up to. No it’s not a business trip he’s on. Alright well again, I’m terribly sorry. You as well. Good night.” Ryan hung up and placed the phone back right where Tom had left it.

When he looked back over at his brothers, their jaws were dropped and he shrugged.

The food arrived and was placed in front of them and Tom made his way back to the table and sat. “Now, where were we?” He grabbed his water glass and took a huge gulp. Suddenly his eyes went wide and he spit the water out across the table “what the hell?!” Ryan leaned forward “oh geeze, here let’s get you a napkin-“ Brayden leaned forward “here you can have mine-“ Brayden knocked the salt shaker all over Tom’s plate “oops, damn I’m so sorry” Ryan shook his head “honestly Brady-“ Ryan stood and “accidentally’ knocked Tom’s plate on his lap “shit man, I’m just so clumsy today”

Tom glared at the boys “I hope you three brats enjoyed this”

Ryan leaned down and put his hands on the table “you’re gonna leave our mom alone. This? This was child’s play. You haven’t seen me at my worst. So here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna get your shit, get in your car and drive your pathetic ass all the way back to New York. You’re never going to contact our mom again. You got me?”

Tom glared back “what makes you so sure your mom will believe you? You’re the bad one aren’t you? I’m sure she’s real tired of your bullshit. All I have to do is put the right act on and she’ll send you packing Ryan”

Ryan nodded “yeah, I might give her a hard time but I am her son, and she’d never ever believe you over me-“ Ryan glanced down and saw Tom’s phone ringing and looked back up at Tom with a smirk “plus I have a feeling you’re going to be busy going through an actual divorce with your wife”. Ryan stood straight “thanks for dinner. It was a real treat”.

******************

The boys got home about thirty minutes later. They hung up their coats and walked into the kitchen and saw you, Tanner, Henry, Addison and Zac sitting at the table. You looked up when you heard them walk in and rushed over to them. You pulled each of them in to a big hug “I’m so so sorry”

Brady pulled away “no mama, you have nothing to apologize for. He’s the asshole for playing you” Brandon nodded along “yeah mama. You had no idea and none of this is your fault”. Ryan hugged you again “and don’t worry about him mama. He won’t be bothering you anymore”

you pulled away and smiled at the boys “how does some ice cream sound?” They each nodded and went right for the freezer. Ryan felt his phone buzz in his pocket and stopped to pull it out to read the text he got. In the background he could hear Brayden digging through the freezer “hey where’s the chocolate strawberry twist?” He looked over and saw Zac eating the last of it “come on man!” Zac laughed “gotta be quicker kid”

Ryan focused on the text and saw it was from his dad.

“I’m so proud of you, good looking out for your mom Ry”

He looked up and nodded with a grin and put his phone back in his pocket and grabbed himself a bowl of mint chocolate and enjoyed the rest of the night with his family.

[f0point5]

If you were a 100 percent unbiased, who do you think on the current grid has the capability to grow beyond the sport and reach a level of superstardom the likes of Schumacher, Tiger Woods and so on

This is such an interesting question!!!

Umm (not me having to Google the grid to see if I’m missing someone). Okay so it’s hard to answer because I do think that in order to transcend the sport you have to be at the top of the sport. No one is buying the brand of a losing driver (on the scale of Lewis, Schumacher, Michael Jordan, etc., I know there’s people who’ve made brands despite not being winners but I’m talking in terms of kind of becoming synonymous with the sport). So I’m doing this on the basis that these drivers have hypothetically achieved something in the sport.

Obviously Daniel. If he had gone on to achieve something similar to Seb, I think he absolutely could have gone global. Look at what he’s been able to do despite never really being a star of a driver. If he’d been winning championships I think he could absolutely have expanded into more traditional sports marketing in America. He heavily inspired drove to survive, but if he’d been a Red Bull golden boy…who knows, maybe he’d have had his own series, or been able to parlay that connection into something for himself. I definitely think he could have had the potential.

Maybe this is controversial idk but I feel like if Charles had a) won a championship, and b) been a bit more consistent in his branding, he could be a big name. If it had been Charles in that 2021 title fight, I think he would have had an incredible springboard to launch a career. Sooo many people I know who don’t know anything about F1 will go “oh yeah but that Leclerc guy is hot”. He’s pretty, and his fan base is evidence that he has something that draws people in. I feel like if he’d leaned more heavily into the “old money European” thing as well he would go over so well with a US audience. Racing for Ferrari, from Monaco, rich…he IS Euro summer in one pretty package.

And this is going to maybe sound biased but I genuinely think Max could, but in a different way. I think his results speak for themselves, and he’s garnered so much attention just from that that if he had the desire to grow that, he could. He could very easily be a bit more of a showboat, get himself more exposure, and become more well known. He’s like the Tom Brady of F1 right now, if he wanted to endorse brands, cover magazines, etc., he could just on his track record alone. He obviously doesn’t want to and maybe you could argue his personality isn’t suited to that kind of life but I think his profile as a sportsman means it would be within reach if he wanted it.

I’m not including Lewis in this because as far as I’m concerned he has already transcended the sport as a brand.

[randomsebs]

HAHA

An Annabelle supporter/BOW, aka the biggest Annabelle ass kisser, has seen my post. She uploaded it onto her stories as if everyone will look at it and go: “WHATT?!” Yeah, because that’s what Annabelle’s cult followers do. They share a hive mind, it’s practically all they do now if you don’t like her. They go: “😨🤯YOU DONT LIKE ANNABELLE?! SHE SHOULD —- YOU”, which is said by His fake ass lawyer on Twitter, and btw, no it isn’t a joke. This is serious.

Just because I don’t like Annabelle doesn’t make me “invalid”, “crazy”, “jealous”. Sebastian is my comfort actor, COMFORT. I do not see myself “fucking” him. I am in a RELATIONSHIP. A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP. Way healthier than with Seb and AW.

If this is a real relationship, it’s toxic as fuck. When they breakup , she’s not gonna be known more than as his “ex girlfriend”. Because tell me, the only things you know her from are from her PR boyfriends and Peaky blinders. Multiple articles have said it themselves, she’s a forgetful actress. Her role was mostly cut out of King Arthur because the director didn’t like her as Maggie.

I miss Sebastian’s ex girlfriends, do I think they were PR? No. Do I think after he signed up for CAA he’s been in PR? Yes.

It’s a very common thing within Hollywood, I hope you all know that. I mean him and his exes were always caught kissing, hugging, laughing, what not. With her it’s quite the opposite. We’ve heard from multiple of sebs co-workers the fact that seb is a good guy, but with Annabelle, it seems like her co-workers are uncomfortable with her or just dislike her. Which is the same with Tom cruise by the way.

You worship her, for what?? A high five from Seb? Oh PLEASE. Spare me the decency !! You have to be kidding, right? Seb does not give a single shit about what you say about their PR relationship.

It’s very obvious the PR is for HER gain, plus she is friends with her ex, has been seen hanging out with him while in a relationship with Chris pine, literally is SO CLOSE with her “bestie” Drew and all of a sudden is so close with her new “bestie”, James (the one who “congratulated” Sebastian in his story for more attention too)

It’s not a “rumor” that she’s an alcoholic. She literally posts photos of herself having wine in the back, every after party she has wine, on vacation she’ll have wine in her hand, dinner photos she’ll have wine in her hand, promoting a wine brand (previously), and etc. there’s PHOTO PROOF I have of her being problematic, not to mention I can just screen record it right now (if you still don’t believe me).

Sebastian doesn’t even carry her luggage, he only lets her hold a finger (he never did that before), and you mainly see them leaving each other behind or standing 4 to 6 feet away from each other. Seriously?? If that was any of his exes, he’d be practically doing anything he could to make them feel comfortable, there’s photos to prove that too.

The fact that people have different opinions is shocking, I know right??🤡🤡

CAA, aka the company Seb joined in 2020, is known for promoting PR relationships and putting their clients into them to promote their public figure. Seb doesn’t need it, Annabelle does. She hasn’t became this known since she even started dating famous men, starting all the way from James R.

Seb has NEVER been more baited in a relationship before. She baits everyone anyways, including her leech friends. When she was recording the “game” she purposefully slowed down when it got to Brady and Beckham, just to prove that she is sitting near Tom and David?? Not to mention she is purposely trying to get the cameras attention, looking into any camera she can see, trying to move closer to Tom and David, whatever. It’s annoying and desperate. She tries way too hard to stand out and be noticed, not to mention tries to be “funny” and pretend she’s “private” since getting with Seb in the first place.

Oh but what did she do before? Post her PR boyfriends 24/7 for more spotlight and attention. What a shocker!!! It’s getting tiring. Plus she also follows his fan accounts, stalks the fan pages, stalks tumblr blogs/posts, etc. she is a creepy stalker, there’s no denying it… she even looks into what people say about her and her fake relationship with Seb, it has been proven MULTIPLE times.🙄 When will you people open your eyes???

[galengalen]

Things I want the youths to know

You're missing the mark by zeroing in on emo and early 00's pop punk. Third wave ska and melodic punk was musically similar but way better. It's come to my understanding that the youths have largely never heard of Reel Big Fish and some haven't even heard of ska - but let me tell you as I menacingly shake my cane: Blink 182 is nothing - NOTHING - when compared to Reel Big Fish (not to mention Catch 22, Blue Meanies, Voodoo Glow Skulls, The Vandals, etc.)

Also, if you're into the late 90's/early 00's nostalgia, you should know that CAKE is legitimately the greatest band ever. They've made 6 flawless albums, choose one at random and listening to it all the way through is guaranteed to be a transcendental experience. ALSO Andrew WK's "I Get Wet" is the best album ever made for youths looking to go out and do youthful things and make incredible memories they'll cling to when their bodies stop working so good.

For all of the talk about "Outlaw Country" there's been a stunning lack of talk about the song "Duncan and Brady". This is a song about a guy (Duncan) who basically creates an old western commune, forces the town's one cop (Brady) to go all the way on the other side of town away from everybody else, subsequently isolating the cop to the point that the cop exclusively talks to himself and wants to go arrest someone so he can have somebody to whom he can converse. When Brady comes to Duncan's house while Duncan and his pals are engaged in some illegal gambling, so Duncan and his pals load up a motherfucking cannon loaded up with "potato chips and poker chips and paper plates and paper plates and pickled chicken lips and spinach and used cars and loose change and..." etc. (notably including dynamite), and they shot Brady the cop with it and "splattered him all over the east side of town". Then for good measure, they call his wife to tell her that Brady's been splattered all over the east side of town, but she was having fun doing her own things and didn't care at all.

On ^^^ I should note I'm going off of Tom Rush's version off of his 2006 album "Trolling For Owls" which is absolutely indisputably the greatest country album of the 21st century. I think other versions of "Duncan and Brady" suggest the murder involved significantly less frivolity, which subsequently makes those other versions less good.

Listen to the album "Destroy What Destroys You" by Against All Authority - if it's not my favorite album of all time, it's close. Another one of those albums where there aren't any bad songs, there aren't any not-great songs.

[jedi-in-crocs]

Unintended

Summary: Bexley and Frankie have been married for a few years. They've never really thought about kids. They lived nextdoor to their best friends Jon and Zara. After years of trying to have a baby Jon and Zara decided that they would ask Bexley to be their surrogate.

"Families don't have to match. You don't have to look like someone else to love them" - Leigh Anne Tuohy

Part One: Surrogacy

Frankie had been unusually moody this morning he barely kissed Bexley goodbye as he left this morning. Bexley being the overly concerned overly worried person that she is texted him numerous times throughout the morning: "are you sure you're okay?" "is there anything I can get you at the store today? "

She knew it was bad if it was just a simple "no". As the day worn on she didn't bother him much. Bexley sat in her office designing a floor truss when a soft knock startled her out of her trance. Zara her best friend was standing there with a huge grin and two Starbucks drinks.

"Z! You scared the crap out of me!"

Zara smiles and hands her an iced coffee.. "well I was in the neighborhood getting my hair done and I thought I'd drop by to say Hi and bring you a pick me up" she says swinging her long braids . Bexley couldn't help but notice the K-flex on her arm. But she didn't say anything.

Bexley takes a drink "hmmm lookin' good! Hot momma!"

She quickly saves her work as Zara sits on the chair in Bexley 's office

"I wish I was a momma. " Zara sighed and looks down at her drink.

"It'll happen for you. I know it will. And you'll have a baby that Auntie Bex can spoil rotten" Bexley said turning around to face her.

Zara clears her thoughts and says "What are you and Frankie doing tonight? Its short notice but Id like to invite you guys over tonight for dinner. "

"We don't have anything planned. He's in a mood today but if it's free food and beer he'll be down." Bexley smiles

Well, I better get back home and get things ready see you guys at 7ish?" Zara says getting up and walking out of Bexley 's office

"Sounds good. Text me with what I can bring. Thanks for the drink." Bexley says Zara smiles and heads off.

Bexley pulls her medium length brown hair back in a clip and continues to work. It was unusual that Zara showed up randomly at her job like that. She checked her phone to see if she had missed a text from her but nothing.

Frankie works as an EMS helicopter pilot for the hospital. Jon worked with Frankie as a flight nurse. Bexley usually got home before he did.

Later that evening Frankie was on time she was sitting on the couch with one of their dogs, Daisy. Frankie came in grumbling under his breath. "Honey?" She said and she got off the couch and put the dogs out. He did say anything.

He plopped on the couch massaging his temples. Bexley walked over and sat beside him and said, "Baby, Are-" before she could get out the sentence he cut her off

"What Bexley?!" Frankie said with a raised voice.

"Nothing... I was just wondering how your day went" Bexley said sitting next to him... She took his hand "I'm sorry for whatever I did... I don't know what I did but whatever it is I'm sorry baby."

"Everything and everyone's pissing me off today. No matter what I do or go I can't shake off this crappy feeling. I just wanna be angry and snap at anything that moves." Frankie said before exhaling loudly. "It's not you baby." He said in a calmer tone

"Good.... Jon and Zara invited us for dinner and beers tonight. If you don't want to go I'm sure they'll understand" she said

He groaned. He hated social interaction when he is in his moods. After a few seconds of silence he spoke.

"Only do it for the alcohol because it's a good way to blow off steam...but I'm not gonna pretend that I'm interested, nor am I gonna be polite. I'll also just stare into the distance with a pissed off look." Frankie said

Bexley rubs his arm... "It'll be fine... Drink a few beers and watch the game. Watch Tom Brady lose again".. she says trying to make him smile.

"Don't mention that man's name... But yeah I do love watching him lose. It's satisfying." Frankie said as a small smile formed on face "But what if I can blow off all this anger another way? If you catch my drift?" He added, his smile turning into a smirk

She met his smirk "Oh? Well it's only 5:30. We don't have to be over there till 7"... She said rubbing his thigh.

"I think we can find something to do to kill some time." Frankie said before leaning in and pulling Bexley closer as he began to kiss her neck passionately. His breathing getting heavier and more passionate as he did.

"Hmmmm baby... That's my man...." She says purring. She pulled herself onto his lap.

Frankie continued kissing her neck. One hand gently massaging her hip while and other ran through her hair. He was in the zone now, and the only thing he was thinking about was the gorgeous woman sitting on his lap. "I want you." He whispered softly in her ear before gently bitting her earlobe.

"Hmmmm then have me. I'm a buffet for you baby" she said in a low voice

He smirked and looked into her eyes. "I plan on taking as much of the buffet as I can." He said before scooping her up from his lap and carrying her bridal style to their bedroom. She giggled as he carried her upstairs. He kicked their bedroom door opened before laying Bexley down on the bed. While staring at her with pure lust in his eyes. He kissed her deeply and passionately as he laid next to her, a hand caressing her thigh.

"Ohhhh... Hmmmmmm" . She moaned softly and pulled at his flannel shirt He sat up and ripped off his flannel shirt before moving his hands up her body to the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it over her head before looking at her body with pure admiration. He loved this woman with everything he had. "God you are so beautiful." He said admiring her body. She blushes a bit and pulled out her hair tie letting her brown hair fall. He gently ran his fingers through it and tucked a few strands behind her ear. "So beautiful." He whispers leaning in and placing tender kisses on her neck. He started peppering kisses down her body till he reached her stomach, his hands gently massaging her thighs and hips.

"Hmmmmmm. Mmmmmm". Bexley moaned as he massagd her thighs and hips. She sat up unhooked her bra and tossed it near the hamper. He couldn't help but smile into her skin as he kissed. Pulling her closer as he did. The feeling of her soft and warm skin against his was soothing to him. And he wanted her closer, more and more and more. He kissed and bit his way down her body, stopping at her hips and staring up at her. The sight of her taking him breath, she was so beautiful. He leaned up gently kissed a sensitive spot and then began slowly removing her jeans. She raised her hips letting him remove her jeans. He threw her jeans to one side of the room as he continued to kiss his way down her body. His hands holding her hips as he finally reached her panties. He stared at her for a moment before his kisses continued down her body. He was in no rush, he wanted to explore every bit of her body and worship her in a way she deserves.

She sat up and unzipped his pants... Reaching to palm at his crotch. Frankie let out a moan as he felt her hand against his crotch. He stared into her eyes, his own dark and filled with pleasure as she touched him. He leaned down and began trailing kisses on her neck as he gently removed her panties, his need for her only growing.

"Ohhhh... Baby"... She moaned softly

He groaned in pleasure as she said that, his hand gently gripping her hip and pulling her closer, needing to be as close as possible to her. He whispered softly onto her skin "You are so beautiful. So perfect. I love you." He said as his hand gently massaged her inner thigh, his lips never leaving her skin.

"I love you too" she said wrapping her arms around his neck.

He pulled her as close as possible, his hands gently roaming her body as he pressed his lips against hers. He kissed her passionately and lovingly, his tongue gently massaging hers as he deepened the kiss, the need for her and her taste was stronger than ever. He was addicted to her, he couldn't get enough. He moved his body to hover over hers, his kisses still full of passion and need as he laid her down on her back. He pulled her to the edge of his side of the bed holding her legs open her back flat against the bed. Frankie looked down at her, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at her. There were no words to describe how beautiful and sexy she looked. He was mesmerized in her, in the moment. He held her legs gently, staring down at her for a moment before gently sliding into her. He groaned at the feeling, his senses going into overload as he tried to not lose himself in her.

They both moaned loudly almost in unison. He groaned as well, the feeling of her was overwhelming to him. He started moving slowly, his pace gentle and tender as he kept a loving hold on her thighs. He looked down at her and watched her face as he gently moved in and out, the way she moaned and writhed beneath him only making him need her more. She held the edge of the bed as he held her legs thrusting into her. He stared at her as he thrusted, a bit of sweat already formed on his forehead. His breathing got heavy and more labored as the feeling of pleasure in his body got stronger and stronger. He whispered softly between breaths "I love you. I love you so much."

"Hmmmm.... That's it baby" she moans..... " I'm getting close"

Frankie could feel her body become tense and he felt himself nearing the edge, and he wouldn't last longer. He looked down at her intensely, watching as she got closer, his breath getting heavier and his grip on her legs getting tighter. He whispered softly "I love you. I love you. I love you." He whispered with each thrust as he moved. His eyes full of love and lust and need for her. He could feel himself reaching the edge. As he felt himself get closer he quickly reached for the condoms in his nightstand. He quickly grabbed a condom from the nightstand and tore it open, his breaths coming out in heavy puffs. He rolled it on quickly, but without taking his eyes off of her. He needed her, and needed to see her as he came undone.

She pants.... "I thought we were out..."

He groaned as he began moving again, this time with a bit more needy and aggressive as the need was growing so strong by now that it felt like a primal need now. The sight of her beneath him brought on a wave of want and desire that he needed to act on. "I got a new pack. Needed them soon I guess." He grunted out between breaths. He held her legs and thrusted in deeper. He just needed her so badly.

"Ohhh... You... Really... Ohhhhh did... Hmmmmmm" she held on to the bed as be kept thrusting into her deeply.

He groaned and his breaths got heavy and more shallow as he moved. He wasn't going to last long. He was so close. And looking down at her made things even worse and he groaned loudly. "I can't... Baby I.. I'm gonna.." He panted deeply through breaths and words.

"Come baby... Ohhhh baby I'm there ... " She moans and pants

He groaned loudly at hearing those words and as he looked down at her. The image of her and the words leaving her mouth sent him over the edge and he moaned loudly as he came undone, he tightened his grip on her legs as he panted heavily with each breath. She lifted her hips as her climax followed right after.

He panted heavily, his breaths coming out in exhausted puffs as he looked down at her with a tired yet satisfied look in his eyes. He gently let go of her legs as he slowly pulled out, breathing hard as he did. "You're incredible." He said before leaning down and kissing her.

"Hmmmm".. she kisses him back

He walks into the bathroom to take care of the condom. She follows him in there and turns on the shower. He steps into the shower and leans his back against the wall as the water runs over him. The steam rising up in the shower and the warm water relaxing his muscles. He stood there for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of the warm water before wrapping his arms around Bexley's waist and pulling her close, her back against his chest and his chin leaning into her shoulder. "Thank you." he whispered softly before placing a kiss on her skin. "Of course baby... What are wives for? She says with a grin. He sighed deeply and held her closer, enjoying the intimacy and the feeling of holding her so close. They stood like this for a few moments till he pulled himself away and grabbed the loofah and poured body wash over it before running it over her body, gently massaging it into her skin as he did. "I don't do this enough. I need to spoil you more." He mumbled with a tired and guilty look.

"You spoil me enough. I'm happy with our life. " She said confidently.

He smiled and planted a gentle kiss on her shoulder before continuing to massage the body wash into her skin, paying extra attention to her shoulders and back. He held her as close as he could as he did, still feeling somewhat guilty over the earlier argument and how he snapped at her. "I still feel like I don't do enough. Especially not with how hard you work. You're always taking care of my cranky old ass."

She giggled a bit "I love you and I know I can be cranky when that magical time of the month is happening"

He couldn't help but chuckle at that. She could be pretty grumpy during that time, but she could only take so much before she exploded. It was cute to watch her get all "grouchy" and her cheeks puff out, and she was adorable when she was trying to be angry but just ending looking cute.

"You're still adorable no matter how bitchy you get." He said while pressing another kiss into her shoulder.

"I'll take that as a compliment, by the way. I like this new shower head you got" she said

"Yeah it's a good one, better water pressure, saves a bit of water too." He said as the continued washing her body. He was taking his time, he wanted her to be as relaxed as possible. They still had plenty of time, and nothing but time. And he wanted her to enjoy it. He ran the loofah along her ass before crouching down to wash her feet.

After their shower she dries her hair as he gets dressed. She starts to curl her ends with her curling iron

"Hey did Jon act weird at work today?" She asked

He put on his favorite jeans and a t shirt and sat on the bed as she did her hair. He started rubbing the lotion onto his skin as she asked her question.

"Not that I noticed, why you ask?" He said, shrugging slightly. He was more concentrated on thinking about what the hell to say to them later on, and the possible scenarios, the anxiety wasn't making him feel great.

"Zara just popped in my office today. She brought me Starbucks normally she'd text me if I was busy. But she said she had gotten her hair done but she had on one of those kflex things like she had had blood drawn. " She said turning off the curling iron. She started to put on a bit of makeup.

Frankie looked puzzled by this and tilted his head slightly, wondering what they both could be up to. He kept rubbing lotion into his arms as he thought, slightly wondering what it was about. "That is weird, sounds very suspicious. What could they be up to?"

"Maybe another round of those fertility shots? They've been trying for like 5 years now. I think she's losing hope" Bexley said applying her blush.

Frankie sighs deeply. He feels bad for Jon and Zara, the both really wanted kids, but so far they haven't had any luck with it. And the fertility shots were the last hope, from what he knows. "Maybe it is, those two have really been wanting kids, I hate seeing them so disappointed."

"I know.... I wish there was something I could do for her... You know? She's been my best friend since we were in Pre school. " She said

He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I know you do. You've always looked out for her, and would never want to see her being hurt." He knew how much Zara meant to her, and how badly she wanted her to be happy. He wished there was something he could do as well but, if those shots didn't work then there wasn't much that anyone could do. "Just be there for her if it doesn't work. She'll need you."

"You know I will be" .. she reaches to hold his hand... " Hey by the way did you let Jasper and Daisy in? "

He took her hand and held it in his as he stared at her with a puzzled look on his face. He didn't let the dogs in, so why was she asking? "No, I haven't let them in yet. They're still outside. Why?"

"Oh shit. They've been outside all this time" their eyes widened. Frankie made a mad dash downstairs and swung the back door open.

Frankie's heart sank at that as he opened the backdoor to see his two dogs sitting there, both looking tired and thirsty. He felt guilt and shame hit him like a train as he took in the sight of them. "Daisy! Jasper! Oh you two I'm so sorry!" He said as he knelt down to hug them both and pat their heads and bellies. They both jumped on him and immediately licked his face and whined. The pit/lab mix Jasper was so excited but the first thing Daisy, the English bulldog did was go directly for the food dishes. Bexley comes downstairs putting on her earrings

"My poor babies" . She said.

Frankie looked at Bexley, with Jasper still in his arms as she went over to check on the dogs. "I can't believe we forgot them." He said softly as he patted Jaspers back. He felt horrible about forgetting and he was certain that these two would never let him forget it.

She sighs and fixes their food. "That's what happens when you're having kinky hot sex" she said with a smirk

Frankie chuckled and nodded as he gave Jasper a tight squeeze. "You ain't wrong about that." He said with a smile, feeling some of his guilt disappear seeing the dogs happily eating their food.

She exhales a bit for relief.

"You ready to head next door?" She asks putting her phone in her purse.

Frankie stood up sighed. "As ready as I'll ever be." He said softly as he started to the backdoor, the anxiety and nerves building up in him.

She gives a half smile and holds his hand and grabs her purse. Frankie takes her hand and holds it tight, giving it an extra tight squeeze. The moment he had been dreading had come, and there was no more avoiding it. He took a deep breath as he headed out the door.

After dinner and beers and the Chiefs beating the Buccaneers 26-7 Frankie was in a my h happier mood.

Zara brought in a lemon cake in the living room for dessert and after she had distributed the slices her and Jon sat across from them and Jon turned off the TV. Zara took a deep breath and said "So this was more than just a dinner tonight."

Frankie had his arm around Bexley and he nodded as Zara spoke, the anxiety immediately rearing its ugly head. He sighed as he looked at her, bracing himself for the conversation that he knew was going to follow. Zara held Jon's hands and spoke nervously

"As you both know we've been having a lot of issues over the years conceiving. And I recently found out that I wouldn't be able to carry a baby to term"

Bexley said "I'm so sorry.There has to be other options for y'all right?"

Zara sighed deeply and nodded, trying to hold back her tears. "I don't know. We've about tried everything we can. My doctor said the best option left is to get a surrogate." She said softly as she rested her hand on Jon's.

Zara reached over and held Bexley 's hand "we want you to be our surrogate"

Frankie looked stunned.

Frankie's jaw dropped as she heard Zara's words, his eyes widening as he stared at the both of them. He couldn't believe what he had just heard, his heart pounding so loudly that he swore they could hear it. He sat there in silence for a moment before finally finding his voice. "What...?"

Jon spoke up "look I know this is a major thing to ask. It's tremendous. If you need time to think about it.. we understand "

Bexley shook her head and said "No, I don't need time. I'll do it."

Frankie looked over at Bexley as she answered. He wasn't sure what to think of this, he was happy that she was so on board with this, but at the same time he was scared. Having a child is a huge responsibility, and to have his wife carry that responsibility was scary. He gently squeezed her hand as he looked at Zara, still somewhat stunned by the whole situation.

Bexley spoke with confidence "I'll do it. I'll do anything to help you. I promise you both I'll keep your baby safe and healthy until it's born. "

Zara started crying and immediately hugged Bexley tightly, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you.. thank you so much." She said between sobs as she held on to her. Jon was just as grateful, holding on to her hand as well and he was looking a bit misty eyed himself.

"I love you Zara" Bexley said softly still hugging her tightly.

Zara pulled away from the hug and wiped her tears away as she smiled at Bexley. "I love you too." She said softly, her voice still somewhat shaky. As the emotion began to subside a bit, Frankie took her hand in his again. His heart was still beating loudly, but not as fast as it was, and he was slightly calmer now as he took it all in.

Bexley wiped her tears as they sat back and finished dessert. Zara gave her the specialist's number so she can start making her appointments.

Frankie and Bexley walked home in slight silence, hand in hand as he tried to process the events of the evening. The idea of having a baby was a lot to process, but having been raised on the idea of family being the most important thing, it had crossed his mind numerous times over the years, so the idea wasn't foreign to him. He held her hand tightly, glad that she would be beside him as they went through this new journey. They walked in their house being greeted by their dogs .

"Frankie? You've been quiet" she said

Frankie smiled as he saw Jasper and Daisy, both of them running up and jumping up on him, their tails wagging wildly. He gave them both a pet before they ran off to their beds. He looked over at Bexley and nodded, realizing he had been quiet the entire walk home. "Yeah, sorry. Just a lot to take in you know?"

"Yeah it is. Remember how I said that I wished there was something I can do?" She said leaning against the kitchen counter.

Frankie nodded, remembering their conversation in the shower earlier. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze as he listened. "Yeah, I do." He said softly.

"This is what I can do. I'm not 30 yet. I'm healthy I can do this for them" Bexley spoke with such bravery it was inspiring to Frankie

Frankie looked at Bexley, seeing the determination in her eyes. She was a strong and healthy woman, and he knew that she would be able to carry the baby for Zara and Jon. He gave her a small smile and nodded, knowing that she was more than capable of doing this. "You're right. You are healthy and you are strong. I know you'll be able to do it for them.”

"How do you feel about me doing this? Be honest" she said still holding his hands

He took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes as he spoke. “Honestly? I’m scared. It’s a big responsibility and it’s gonna be tough to see you go through the pregnancy. But at the same time, I’m proud of you because you’re doing this for them. And you’re doing what needs to be done. Even though I’m scared, I know you’re stronger than anyone I know, and I trust you to bring this baby into the world.” she pulls him closer.

She nodded and spoke softly.. "I know it's scary. We have never talked about kids of our own."

Frankie looked down at her. He had often thought of a future where they had a family, but never brought it up with her because he didn’t want to pressure her. "Yeah, we never really have. I would be lying if I said I didn't want us to have kids of our own someday."

"Yeah... I'd like one or two someday. I just figured if it happens it happens." She said with a shrug.

Frankie nodded as he listened to her, feeling relieved that she was interested in having kids. He felt a sense of relief hearing her say that. He took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze, looking into her eyes. "Yeah me too. I'd love to have a family someday with you. Hopefully it happens for us."

"I know it will baby"she said with a gentle smile

He smiled softly as she spoke, feeling his heart flutter as she said it. "You really think so?" He said softly, feeling hope begin to build up in him but also fearing that it may not happen.

*Of course". She says wrapping her arms around his waist. Frankie placed his arms around her, holding her close as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I sure hope you're right, baby." He whispered softly, his lips brushing against her hair.

"I love you... Thank you for your support and respect " she said looking up at him with admiration.

Frankie smiled as he held her close, feeling his heart swell with love as she thanked him. "I love you too. And you're welcome, baby. I know how much this means to Zara and Jon, and I respect that. And I respect your decision to be their surrogate."

She lays her head against his chest and closes her eyes. Frankie held her close, gently rubbing her back as she laid her head against his chest, feeling her body relax against his. He gently kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes, savoring the moment with her.

Part 2 coming soon

[reigningmax]

I’m v new to f1, end of may is when I started watching, and I unfortunately came via DTS, so when I really got into it all I did not like max. They just do not paint a good picture of him, and there’s a lot of max haters out there and usually they drown out the rest you know? Anyway the last month or so I’ve definitely had a change of heart to max outside the car. I’m always gonna hate max inside the car the same way I hated Tom Brady, but seeing his real personality (and ngl those pap pics with him and P the other day really did a number on me) is so fun. I think he is so misunderstood (I think him and Carlos have that in common, but max to a much higher level), and it makes me sad for him tbh. He seems so genuine and down to earth, guy misses his cats the same way I miss my dogs like what’s not to like? He’s just a little (broad) guy

i also came in through DTS but because they made him a villain, I said "I pick him" hahaha I get what you mean though! They didn't paint a good picture, the max haters on here will bend over backwards trying to latch onto anything to hate him for, but really all you need is to just see him for who he is and for how he is, which is a sweetie!!! and tbh max in the car like, yeah people will hate him cause he's not their fave and he's dominating, so there's a sport fan hater element but even THEN there's got to be a realization that history is in the making and to flat out ignore it and pretend it isn't the case is so batshit cause it is special!!! so I think the two are separate but in both he is special and one of a kind.

[my-shields-are-down]

Shirt

REMEMBER: One word prompts trigger a Chenford fanfiction one shot.

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Tim had always known Lucy was a bit of a dork.

And now, after spending every waking hour outside of work with her, he realizes her being a raging dork is by far one of his favorite things about her. 

She’s passionate about anything small- animals, humans, itty bitty stickers, and office supplies, flowers, bugs, birds, shoes (you’ve seen the booties, right?), shells, woodland creatures and aliens.  She’ll gather them up, ooh and ahh at the smallness and then appreciate, buy and share the small thing with you so you can share her joy.  

She’s the kind of friend who shows up at the airport or at your game or race with your best friends and has given them all signs she made by hand, with hats, kazoos and noisemakers so they can march around you when you come down the gangway or step on the playing field enveloping you in a cacophony of love and laughter.  Making you the envy of everyone who isn’t greeted by that parade of love - jealous that their friends and families didn’t do the same for them.

She knows a ridiculous amount about a ridiculous number of things.  If anyone she cares about cares about something, she becomes a walking encyclopedia of “fun facts” she’ll toss out in support of your current burning passion.  From dinosaurs to Indonesian cane furniture manufacturing practices to deciding between tile or hardwood floors to why Tom Brady is or is not the greatest quarterback of all time (he’s not) - Lucy knows enough to fully engage in a lively discussions.

She has a love/hate relationship with surprises - she loves receiving them, but not if they are delayed.  She’ll bug the person surprising her relentlessly with endless questions, and flirty eyes, and roaming hands all to find out what the surprise is. (trust me, I know)

She loves her *people* - her found family of strays, rejects, people with broken or missing pieces - fiercely from a bottomless well of love and affection, to make sure no one ever feels unappreciated or unsupported or unloved like she has in the past.  People know when they have been loved by Lucy - which is why she is such a phenomenal gift giver.  She loves and treasures her friends and family knowing the best gift given the time and place.

All of these thoughts run through Tim’s head as he picks up the two figurines on his desk - obviously placed there by her and Aaron while he was in his most recent action meeting.  One of Aaron and one of Lucy - action figures he believes them to be.  They can be connected or stand individually.  Together the banner at the bottom of their stands says, “Fists of Justice” and Lucy’s alone says “Justice” - the perfect moniker for her.

He holds the mini replica of her, gently fingering the details on her and Aaron’s patrol uniforms - even the badge on her shirt is correct in its placement and size.  The “Heroes-R-Us'' stamp molded into the plastic tells him where they were made. 

A perfect "office warming" gift to their former sergeant from his past aides.  

He reconnects them and places them back on his desk in the light of the lamp. He loves these action figures.  Correction:  He loves her.