#baseball stadium replicas

[bring-forth-his-sac]

World of Trouble

Summary: Your Halloween costume leads to a punishment from the man himself...

Pairing: Saviors! Negan x f!reader

Tags: !NSFW! spanking, fingering, p in v penetration, (consensual) punishment sex, Negan being a cocky asshole, orgasm denial, praise kink, teasing, dirty talk, pet names, little bit of cum play ?

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: ok this fic is choppy, janky and just all over the place. I wrote it in a day and a half so it was a complete rush cause I want to get it out for Halloween so yeah, pls be kind

You thought it was funny.

After all, don’t people need a joke in times like this? Isn’t everything bleak enough? That was your reasoning when the idea initially popped into your head for the perfect apocalyptic Halloween costume.

Despite Negan being a man who loves to tell a joke, no matter how risqué or inappropriate the timing, you weren’t sure how Negan would react if he's the butt of one. 

Ever since late August, you had been wavering on the idea. Some nights you were adamant that your choice in Halloween costume would end in you being bound to the fence alongside the dead. 

In the midst of your internal debate, while out on a run, you came across the ultimate sign that set aside your indecision. 

A leather jacket.

It wasn’t an exact replica of Negan’s and it hung loosely on your frame but it was the push you needed. You already had a white t-shirt in your limited closet and you’d pay the few points needed for some black jeans. 

A red scarf was harder to come across but most definitely a necessary piece. Ever since the leaves began to fall off the trees surrounding the Sanctuary, Negan’s red scarf has been making an appearance, tucked neatly in by the collar of his leather jacket.

You had to be inventive, scavenging an old sweater and cutting it up to create a makeshift scarf that at least remotely resembled the original.

And finally, the pièce de résistance. Your trusty companion. Your very own, bootleg Lucille. 

Thankfully barbed wire wasn’t the problem. In the Sanctuary, something like that can be found stored in at least half of the supply closets, hoarded away for the fence or in case the real Lucille needs a quick spruce up.

The real issue was a baseball bat. It wasn’t as if the Saviors were regularly raiding school gyms or stadiums, and so there was hardly any sports equipment for you to choose from.

It was a struggle and eventually, you ended up with a hockey stick that some Savior decided to put into the armoury.

It wasn’t Lucille but hell, it’d have to do.

Everything was ready. You even found some long expired brown eyeshadow and decided to dab some on the bottom of your face so it looks like you have a beard. And so your look was complete, possibly the very first costume to ever exist of your fearsome leader.

And how long did it last?

40 minutes. It didn’t even take a full hour of you strutting around before word got back to Negan. 

When you imagined the impending confrontation, you assumed it would be a lieutenant telling you off as Negan spewed insults over a walkie talkie.

It’s only now, when you hear the low grating noise of Lucille dragging along the ground, growing nearer and nearer, do you realise you won’t be getting off so easily. 

Slowly turning, you bring your hockey stick decorated in barbed wire up to your shoulder, mirroring a pose you’ve seen him do plenty of times.

“Well, ho-ly shit! I don’t know whether I should be smug or freaked the fuck out!” he declares, his gaze wandering down your outfit “you’ve really out done yourself this time, doll”.

You shrug, hoping that if you seem casual about this then he’ll let it slide. “It’s Halloween” you say bluntly, hoping that’s the only excuse you need. 

Some Saviors linger around you both, a mixture of excitement and anticipation radiating from them at your Negan costume and Negan's ambiguous reaction.

“And you thought the creepiest thing you could dress up as is me?” he narrows his eyes at you, subconsciously mimicking your own pose as he lifts Lucille up onto his shoulder. 

You open your mouth to respond but no words come out, a slight sense of dread setting in. A beat of tense silence hangs in the air, thick and charged, as if the whole Sanctuary is holding its breath. 

A deep chuckle cuts through the silence as Negan clasps a hand on your free shoulder. 

“Well, fuck me, I am honored!” he beams “you even smeared some shit on your face so ya look like you got a beard! Now that’s the kind of dedication I like to see from you sorry fucks!”.

He steps away from you, letting his hand drop off of your shoulder as he raises his voice, making sure the others hear.

Relief washes over you. You could feel the tension draining from your muscles at his approval. 

“I love it,” Negan says, his voice growing serious again “but Lucille? Now Lucille here isn’t a big fan of copy cats and that limp dick excuse of a Lucille you got hanging over your shoulder? That shit just makes her see red”.

Any warmth in Negan’s eyes fade. His brows knit together as his mouth becomes a hard line, replacing any sense of humor. “And she thinks this is worthy of a punishment” he adds.

Fuck. 

Negan doesn’t wait around for your reaction, turning on his heels as he barks for you to follow. You do so hesitantly, knowing there’s nowhere to run and that this is something you’ll unfortunately have to face head on.

This isn’t the first time you’ve done something daring while living in the Sanctuary. Although, this is the first time you’ve seen him genuinely annoyed. 

Usually Negan has always appreciated your boldness, especially when most of the Sanctuary’s residents are too scared to even look him in the eye. In the past, you’ve tried to poke and prod at Negan’s authority by complaining about sanitary products costing points or the lack of blankets available to the workers during Winter. 

Grimacing to yourself as you follow behind him, you wonder if you’ve finally taken it too far.

Marching up the flights of stairs to his private quarters, you try to ignore the confused looks of others as two Negan's pass them by. 

Despite knowing you’re in for a world of trouble, a small smirk tugs at your lips, glad to have brought some sense of silly excitement to the Sanctuary.

You try not to show your shock as he brings you to his bedroom, making sure the door is locked behind you. You only take a few steps into the room before you stop and simply loiter there, watching as Negan sets Lucille down by the doorway to the ensuite before going inside. 

“Y’know there are no actual rules about impersonating so I don’t think you have the grounds to punish me” you attempt to defend yourself, setting your fake Lucille against the wall.

“Talking back won’t help your case,” Negan calls out.

You scoff out a laugh as you get distracted by his room. A part of you can’t help but wonder why a man like Negan would want half the things that litter the area: trophies from other people’s past glory, a vase, a houseplant.

“Yeah well, it’s just some fun, it’s—“ suddenly Negan’s there, right next to you with his gloved hand too close for comfort.

He cups your face, squishing your cheeks together as his other hand brings a wet cloth to your face.

“And get that shit off your face,” he does the job for you “my beard ain’t that fuckin’ bad”.

You stay quiet, not wanting the embarrassment of trying to speak with your cheeks squished and a cloth rubbing at your face.

Once he’s satisfied your face is clean, he simply drops the cloth to the floor. Negan looks down at your attire “Well hot damn, good news is my style is incredibly sexy… but no matter how hot you look, thanks to me, you know I can’t let your shit slide anymore, sweetheart”.

You frown, a challenging look in your eyes.

“I’m serious, you’re pissing off too many Saviors with the shit you pull,” he yanks off his scarf, letting it land on the couch “and now, with this, you’ve forced my hand”. 

Next, Negan takes off his leather jacket, inadvertently showing off some tattoos as he delicately places it on the back of his armchair. 

“You know I gotta give you some kinda punishment… but that don’t mean it can’t be enjoyable for the both of us” he continues.

The smirk on his face says it all. 

And just like that, it all makes sense. Of course he would bring you up to his bedroom and not to the cells when this is what he has in mind.

You shrug, some of your spirit returning in the form of a playful smirk “What? You gonna spank me?”.

“You want me to?” He unbuckles his belt and slowly pulls it through the loops of his jeans, the material hissing as it moves. 

Negan has never been a man to bluff.

You try to act nonchalant but you can feel your cheeks heating up. “Maybe,” you play it coy “will you iron off half my face even if I say yes?”.

Now it’s Negan’s turn to shrug. “That depends, this a trick or a treat?” he asks.

Normally you’re not this bold. Maybe leather jackets give people unlimited confidence? That seems to be the only solution as you walk over to his couch and place both hands on the armrest. You bend forward just enough for Negan to see your intent.

You glance back over your shoulder, your eyelids at half mast as you throw him a sultry look. Negan keeps his eyes locked on to yours, his boots heavy on the floorboards as he walks up behind you.

The leather of his glove growls as he places his hand on the centre of your back and pushes you down further. 

There’s no point in ignoring how your pussy throbs as he makes sure your head is against the couch cushions and your ass is up in the air, the armrest providing the perfect support.

“That's what I thought“ Negan praises, his hand slowly making its way down to your ass. 

“And I thought I was getting punished, not a yoga class” you goad.

Negan doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t even wait or let the anticipation of his response build. He goes straight for it, smacking your backside hard enough to leave a handprint. 

A gasp leaves your lips, the sensation more stingy than it is painful. You have little time to prepare yourself as Negan wraps his belt around his hand.

“Just relax, baby,” he instructs softly, his tone in complete contradiction to his actions “and be grateful I’m letting ya keep your jeans on… for now”. 

Despite your thin layer of clothes acting as a barrier, the belt bites into your flesh. The sound of the belt whistles through the air before meeting your ass with a sharp crack. He does it over and over again, alternating between cheeks. 

You hiss at the sudden heat, your body clenching as the pain morphs into a dark, intoxicating pleasure.

“Well, damn!” Negan exclaims approvingly, momentarily stopping “you’re taking this like a trooper, ain’t ya?”. 

He pauses and you wonder if he’s waiting for a response. You swallow, your throat dry from the amount of gasps you’ve let out in such a short span of time. 

But before you can answer, you feel it. Not the belt. Not his hand delivering another slap. This time, it’s him; proud and unabashed as he brings his clothed crotch right against your ass. 

Suddenly, the belt didn’t seem too hard.

“I think it’s about time I see my work of art” he declares, pressing his hips forward to make sure you feel his entrapped boner.

For a man so brutal, Negan’s touch is gentle as his fingers glide around the waistband of your jeans. He lets his touch linger there for a few moments, waiting for your sign of approval. 

You’re well aware of Negan’s ego and how he wants to know just how badly you need him. He yearns to see that raw desire. As much as you want to banter back at him again, your brain fogs with need and you push back against him, your sore ass rubbing against his bulge.

He responses with a grunt as his hands slowly leave your waistband, too distracted to continue. Negan has something else in mind as he gives a slight tug of your hair, gesturing for you to stand upright.

You don’t even have time to turn to face him, your ass still snug against the tent in his pants as he roughly pulls you in for a bruising kiss.

His hand fists your hair, holding you in place as he devours you. Desperately trying to keep up, your breaths come out in short, sharp pants between desperate kisses.

Negan keeps his hand in your hair, using it to manoeuvre you away from his couch and over to the bed. The only time he takes his hands off of you is when the back of your legs hit against the soft bedsheets. 

The second you’re able, you take off your leather jacket, watching Negan follow suit as he begins shedding his clothes.

Your jeans are the worst to take off, the rough denim scratching it’s way across your sensitive backside as you quickly discard it. Once you get to your bra and panties, you stop, wanting Negan to take off the rest.

Negan doesn’t have the same sense of modesty as you, not stopping until he’s completely bare. Sitting back on the bed, you bite your lower lip and shamelessly dart your eyes across his body. 

The dark curls that cover his chest, the tattoos that scatter across his body, the happy trail of body hair that lead you lower, to where he stands erect and proud.

You gulp.

Negan joins you, kneeling on the bed in front of your body as he studies you. With a hum, he shakes his head. “No, this won’t do,” he tuts.

As the words hit you, a wave of self-consciousness washes over you. Whatever excitement that was evident in your face slowly drops away and you do nothing but blink up at him, waiting for Negan to continue.

“Yeah, I’m gonna want to fuck you in the leather jacket,” he elaborates “now that would be hot as all hell and I ain’t letting that jacket go to waste on my bedroom floor”.

You rolls your eyes as you let out a breath. “You fucking asshole” you huff, well aware that Negan was being vague on purpose just to toy with you. 

He chuckles, unable to deny your accusation. “Careful baby, you start insulting me like that and you’ll be getting another spankin” he threatens playfully, though you know he’s being serious. 

Negan leans down, almost hovering over you as his hands gently touch your bra straps. 

“But first, you got more layers to shed” Negan lets each strap fall to your arms before his fingers deftly work the clasp of your bra, the metal giving way easily. 

Without looking where it lands, Negan lets your bra drop to the side. You feel utterly exposed to his hungry gaze, watching as he drinks in the sight of you. 

A groan leaves him as he reaches out, his calloused hands gently cupping the weight of your tits. His thumbs brush over your pert nipples, making your squirm at the contact. 

“You going to play with my titties all day?” You question, hoping to spur him into action.

“It’s a punishment, doll,” he reminds you, bending to the side to pick up your leather jacket “if I decide all I want to do is stare and watch you finger that sweet little pussy till it’s raw, then that’s what’ll happen”.

“And is that what you want?” You ask, trying to maintain any self control you have. Part of you would actually apologize for your costume if it means getting his dick closer to your pussy.

“Nah, I want you to sit back and really think about what you did,” giving the jacket a quick shake, he spreads it out over your shoulder “think you can do that for me, darlin?”.

Making sure the jacket is secure over your shoulders, you adjust it to make sure your tits are still in view. “I guess I could try” you reply in a flirtatious tone, scooting back against the pillows.

“On the bright side, even though this is a punishment, I’m still a fuckin’ gentleman,” he says with a proud grin. 

You're quick to notice how his hands inch up past your thighs and towards your panties. Hooking a finger underneath them, Negan gives a slight tug “So I’m gonna need to loosen you up before I fuck you senseless”.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you gently lift your hips. That cocky smile never leaves his face as Negan slowly drags your panties down your legs. In an instant, they’re gone from view and end up on the floor alongside the rest of your clothes.

Negan’s eyes lock onto your core, unable to help himself as he reaches out and parts your folds.

“Fuck, you’re that wet already?” he says it like a question despite the answer being on his fingertips. You bite your lip as his fingers brush against your wet, swollen flesh. 

With a groan, Negan plunges two fingers into your warmth, scissoring them apart to stretch you out. You moan out, your back arching as he sets a steady pace. 

“Y-yes,” you gasp out when the pad of his thumb finds your clit “keep doing that!”.

Negan curls his fingers upward, targeting your g-spot. The look on his face is like a kid at Christmas, completely elated to have his fingers deep in your pussy.

He adds a third finger, pumping them in and out of you, listening to your moans and gasps to gauge how close you are. Leaning down, Negan meets your arched body and nips at your breasts.

His mouth brushes against your skin as he tuts “C’mon now, don’t tell me you’re about to cum already!”.

You nod frantically, hands clutching at the bedsheets “Yeah, yeah I’m ready, I’m gonna—“.

Negan chuckles darkly and before you can reach your high, his fingers slow their pace.

“Oh, I don't know about that," he pulls his fingers out abruptly and gives your clit a light tap with them "you haven't earned that privilege yet, baby". 

Your mind is in a haze as he licks his fingers clean, tasting you. It takes a few moments for your brain to compute what he’s denying you. 

“I…” you begin but you trail off, your throbbing pussy begging for release “Negan, please, I— I get it, ok?”.

His smile softens slightly and if anything, it only makes you more wet. “I know you get it now,” he agrees, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek “maybe, sweetheart, just maybe… if you beg nice enough, I'll let you cum on my cock instead”.

You take his words as a challenge. Throwing out all sense of pride, you babble on “Please! Y-yeah I just, I need you inside of me, please Negan, I’ll be good”.

Every word goes straight to his dick. 

Negan takes a moment to truly savour the sight of you begging and writhing under him, knowing this is some top notch jerking material he can use at a later date. 

"Now that’s what I like to hear" he praises, positioning himself between your thighs. He grips your hips and thrusts into you in one smooth motion, filling you completely.  

Even though the sudden stretch and fullness makes you feel breathless, you practically shout out “Negan!". 

He pauses but only for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size. “Shhhhhhh,” he coos, his tone bordering on patronising “best be quiet before you wake up the wives, I’d hate to make those gals jealous”.

With a low groan, Negan begins to move, pulling back almost to the point of withdrawal before slamming into you once more. The leather jacket beneath you squeaks, each thrust pushing you further up the bed.

You can feel every inch of him, the primal yearning to cum on his cock sounding more and more appealing. Negan’s chest heaves as he labors over you, his body glistening as he works up a fine sheen of sweat. 

He doesn’t know where to look. His eyes dart everywhere, trying to take in each part of your body. Negan watches your face, the desperation to cum etched into each expression. Of course he watches your tits too, seeing them jiggle with each thrust he gives you. 

But his favourite part to watch is how well you‘re taking him. To see how your pussy welcomes each inch, letting him go flush against you every single time.

Bringing his gaze back up to your eyes, he pistons into you. “You’re close, I can feel it” he says with a clenched jaw, trying to hold off. 

“Please!” is the first word out your mouth followed quickly by a gasp as Negan goes for your clit again. His thumb rubs firm circles around the sensitive nub, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.

You inner walls clench desperately around his cock and before you know it, everything crashes around you as you finally cum.

It’s as if your whole world blurs together and all you can focus on is his cock deep inside of you. 

Your pussy spasms violently around him, your vision whiting out as you moan loudly. Negan wants nothing more than to feel your sweet pussy throb around him but he knows he can’t hold off any longer. 

He quickly pulls out and thrusts into his hand to finish. His cock glistens with your juices before Negan unloads a thick load right onto your tits. 

You both pant, taking a brief moment to come down from your respective highs.

“Look at those beautiful titties,” Negan breaks the silence, admiring his handiwork “just when I thought they couldn’t look any better”.

Gently bringing a hand up, you run your finger along one of the lines he’s painted. “If I knew this is what the punishment would be, I would’ve pissed you off a lot sooner” you say breathlessly.

Negan hums as he flops down beside you, his eyes glued to how your fingertips play with his load. 

“Maybe you should’ve,” he replies “or maybe this is a sign that we should have some fun like this more often”.

You bite back your smile “Maybe it’s both?”.

“But y’know I can’t really just be going around screwing anybody and everybody,” he continues, making you pause, unsure where this is going “it’s bad for the image, y’know?”.

Your expression doesn’t change.

Negan takes in your confused look, trying to put the pieces together for you. “I mean, I don’t think the wives would appreciate me screwing around… unless, of course, I was screwing around with another wife…”.

“Oh”.

That’s all you feel as though you can say. A part of you immediately tries to rationalise this, trying to convince yourself that you’ve got the wrong end of the stick here. 

“Goddamn, did I really fuck you that hard?” Negan laughs “I’m asking you to marry me, baby, you should be jumping for joy right now!”.

You sigh, bringing your non-sticky hand up to your face “Negan…”.

“Negan, yes?”.

“Negan, I’m covered in your jizz and you’re seriously asking me this?! Now?!?” You exclaim. 

He stops for a moment, taking in your words. “Huh, ok, good point,” Negan grunts as he gets up, giving you a great view of his ass “I’ll go get some towels and you think about it, yeah?”.

Before you have time to reply, he’s walking into his ensuite “And I want an answer when I come back!”. He disappears into the adjoined room, turning on the light.

You lay back, allowing the pillows to practically consume you. The thought passes through your mind if only for a split second.

It wouldn’t be that bad to be yet another wife, would it? All you’d have to do is look pretty and have good sex… and never socialise with anyone else… and only be seen as one of his wives and nothing more.

You close your eyes, hoping that would prolong the impending decision.

Letting out a long sigh, you curse “Fuck”.

[doobnnoob-tf2]

The Mercs are given a tub of classic Lego. What do they build?

Scout: he builds a baseball stadium, no shock. it doesn't look great but it's easy to tell what he was going for. he even has it set up to look like there's a game going on and there's a crowd in the stands. and of course he's the one up to bat at that moment. he shows off where his Ma and brothers are all sitting, and even shows that the whole team is there too. and then he goes to show off one "person" and gets quiet and just moves on from there to show off everything else

Soldier: no one is entirely sure what he made. it's.. something, that's for sure! eventually he explains that it's a bunch of raccoons stacked on each other and using a rocket launcher. no one sees it but they all smile and nod along anyway

Pyro: they spend hours upon hours upon hours working. hoarding most of the pieces, not letting anyone see what they're doing. and when it's time to reveal, they show they've made a perfect replica of the base with one open wall to see inside and even included tiny representations of everyone on the team

Demoman: he doesn't just build one thing, he builds several things and they're all various mythical creatures. ones he says he's either seen with his own eye, or fought with his own hands. he tells each story as he presents them all and when he gets to Nessie, he drops her on the floor and smiles as the pieces shatter

Heavy: the pieces are a bit too small for his fingers, so he has a hard time getting anything together. eventually he gives up after trying way too long to build his family's cabin and instead sits back to watch everyone else

Engineer: no one knows how he does it. it shouldn't have been possible and he refuses to explain how he did it. but he made a functioning Lego Sentry that shoots out other pieces

Medic: he draws a blank at first. he spends most of his time trying to figure out what to make and before long realizes he hasn't done anything and then scrambles to just do anything. he ends up making an anatomically correct heart and started to make lungs as well but didn't finish. so he says they're just Spy's

Sniper: he starts off trying to make his campervan, but then he turns it into trying to make his dream campervan. and then that evolves into him using whatever he can to build a little desert scene around it with a campfire and cacti and so on. he gets so absorbed into it, he doesn't even realize it's time to show off what everyone made and just keeps working

Spy: at first he ignores it, saying he's above playing with toys. but while he sits and watches everyone else, he finds himself randomly snapping pieces together and eventually it turns into him making something out of it. he makes a house, and then gets up and leaves without explaining any further

[onsomekindofstartrek]

It’s crazy how, to this day, the softball stadium at my alma mater is like a 1/4th scale replica of the baseball stadium. Not just the field, which is a ratio of 2/3rds (baseball is 90 feet base to base, softball is 60), but the stands are 75 percent smaller. There’s about a quarter of the amenities and a quarter the parking there.

Like… I really hate everything that that implies about our concepts of sport and gender and so on.

I could fix American baseball, I really could.

Make it mixed gender, make the field 75 feet base to base, legalize underhand pitching, and make rules saying, basically, you can’t field only men as batters. Honestly I would love to see a well meaning liberal governing body mandate some bizarre quotas of men, women and others. I think that would be less than useful, but hilarious nonetheless.

Suddenly there are way more kinds and speeds of pitch to worry about, there’s more variation in running speed that you have to account for both in fielding and in making out your batting order, and finally I think it would do some of the women’s fast pitch champions a world of good to “accidentally” hit a dude in the face with a hardball. They deserve it after the years of unequal pay, institutional sexism and being viewed as playing a child’s version of a different game.

[hvnyz]

 if you’re hearing LAKE EFFECT KID by FALL OUT BOY playing, you have to know SANTIAGO ESPINOZA (HE/HIM;CIS MAN) is near by! the 38 year old POWER HITTER FOR THE ROCKIES has been in denver for, like,TEN YEARS. they’re known to be quite INDULGENT, but being BENEVOLENT seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble CARLOS MIRANDA. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those WARM SUNKISSED SKIN, THE CRACK OF A BASEBALL BAT, FIVE O’CLOCK SHADOWS AND LED ZEPPELIN ON A RECORD PLAYER  vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the LAKERIDGE DISTRICT long enough

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BASICS

FULL NAME: Santiago Emmanuel Espinoza NICKNAME(S): Santi, Tiago AGE: 38 DATE OF BIRTH:  May 4th 1985 PLACE OF BIRTH:  Syracuse, New York CURRENT LOCATION:.  Lakeridge District ETHNICITY: Nicaraguan GENDER: Cis Man PRONOUNS: he/him SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual RELIGION:  raised christian, not as strictly, but still practicing. OCCUPATION:  Power hitter for the Colorado Rockies FACECLAIM:  Carlos Miranda

PHYSICAL TRAITS

HEIGHT: 6'0 WEIGHT: 187 pounds HAIR COLOR: Brown  EYE COLOR: brown PIERCINGS: no piercings TATTOOS:  just this one on his hand SCARS|MARKS: one small scar on the left side of his head, just near his hairline, and another healed gash on his right knee. SIGNATURE SCENT: Jazz Club by Replica

PHOBIAS AND DISEASES

MENTAL ILLNESSES: n/a PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: N/a PHOBIAS: n/a

RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER:  Alma Espinoza (nee Rivas) FATHER:  Cesar Espinoza SIBLINGS: none, he is an only child. RELATIONSHIPS: tba PETS: a bulldog named bear

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC SIGN:  Taurus MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good FAVORITE FOODS: his grandmother's vaho, picos, a hot dog from the guy at the stadium FAVORITE COLOR: burnt orange LIKES:  laying on the beach on a warm day, the smell of onions and garlic cooking, a cold citrus radler after a game, morning runs with bear. DISLIKES: sweet tea, horror films HOBBIES: beach volleyball, boxing, board games.

HEADCANONS

Santiago loves history and will watch the history channel or read history books in his free time. Gets his best sleep on airplanes. truly believes a late-night run with his favorite playlist will cure any negative emotion he has. calls his abuela every Sunday after she gets home from church, he hasn't missed a day since he moved out at 18. She was one of his biggest cheerleaders growing up, and he always confides in her. She is his safe space. Santi is a nice guy generally, but has a bit of an ego, years of being told you were a star will do that to you.

BIOGRAPHY

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Santiago Emmanuel Espinoza is the first, and only child of Alma and Caesar Espinoza. Born in May of 1985 in Syracuse, New York, Santi came from fairly "normal" beginnings. His mother worked nights as a nurse, and his father during the day as a mechanic.

On the weekends in the summer, Santi and his father would go to Yankees games. Sitting in those seats, watching the game play out, sometimes well after sunset with a hot dog and a soda, those are some of Santi's fondest memories.

The obvious course was little league, when he wasn't watching a game, he was playing one, running around with his peers getting dirty and having a good time. What else was there to a perfect summer? Santi can still remember the taste of the vanilla soft serve ice cream after a long game.

When Santi's coach realize that there was a talent in him, more talent than was expexted out of his seven year old body, they suggested extra training. 'He could be something', he remembers his coach saying to his father, and Santi will never forget the look on his father's face. The pride he held that day, it was a rush.

Santi threw himself into it, baseball consumed him, even from such a young age, he knew that if he did well, if he lived beyond his potential, then he could make his family proud, and in turn, makke himself proud.

He played baseball through out middle school, and high school, and eventually, it got him into college, Vanderbilt University offering him a full ride to play for them. His mother cried the day he was offered his scholarship. His father hugged him for the first time in a while.

Tennesse was a big change compared to Syracuse, and initially, Santiago didn't adjust well. He felt like a small fish in a big pond. All of those boys on the team were recruited for a reason. It wasn't like high school where he was a standout player. He would vent his troubles to his abuela every Sunday morning over a cup of coffee during their weekly phone calls.

Eventually, things got better. Santi was able to prove himself to be worthy of his spot, and his teammates soon became some of his closest friends. His studies were fine, he kept his grades up enough to be able to play ball, the only class he was really enthusiastic about was history, his grades stayed consistently good for that one.

Santi's rise to fame wasn't effortless, no matter what anyone tells you. He worked hard, but from the outside, he looked like his scholarship, and then, his getting into the major leagues, was handed to him. He figured by then he had proved himself, but in the midst of him getting asked to play for the Chicago White Sox, he lost a few friends who thought they deserved it more.

Santi was young, and fresh faced when he began to play for the Sox, and although being the new kid was humbling, the notariety that came when he was able to prove how good he was got to his head just a little bit. People were showing up to games just to see him. People flocked to him at bars for dates or nights together. It all felt good, he felt like he was on top of the world.

| TW DEATH | It would all come crashing down when he had to take a year off because his father died in a car crash. Santi went back home, and he helped his mother, and his abuela, rebuild their lives with out their husband and son. He reconnected with his roots, and promised them both that he'd continue to make them, and his father proud. |END OF TW|

He was welcomed back to the team with open arms, but he wasn't sure he was fully in it. He wasn't sure he could go back. It wasn't until his first game, everyone cheering his name, the city skyline lit up ahead of him, that he knew he made the right choice in coming back.

PRESENT

Santi has been a power hitter and a star player for the Colorado Rockies for the last ten years. He loves the game, and his life, but he isn't sure how much longer he wants to play. Retirement is looking like it's somewhere near on the horizon. But who will he be when he's not playing? What will he do? All of these questions have been weighing on him since before the season even started.

Santi lives in the Lakeridge District with his bulldog named Bear.

[baseballsisco]

Here is a story on how Luzinski hit a ball so far at Veterans Stadium, which hit the replica Liberty Bell high above centerfield. Give it a read.

[thefrenchcakecompany]

Goal! Creating Themed Cakes for Sports Fans

hoarse at games, and live for those epic victories. So, when it comes to celebrating a birthday, graduation, or any special occasion for a die-hard fan, a regular cake just won't cut it. You need a cake that screams "Touchdown!" or "Home Run!"

At The French Cake Company, we believe in celebrating every passion with a cake that's as delightful as the event itself. For sports fans, nothing beats the thrill of a big game or the joy of a victory, except perhaps a cake that embodies the spirit of their favourite team or sport. Whether it’s for a birthday, a championship win, or a viewing party, a themed cake can turn any occasion into a memorable celebration. 

Understanding the Passion

The first step in creating a sports-themed cake is understanding the passion of the fans. Each sport has its unique appeal and each team its fervent followers. A soccer fan might revel in the sight of a meticulously crafted ball and pitch, while a basketball aficionado might prefer a cake designed to look like their team’s jersey or a slam-dunk scene.

Choosing the Theme

The theme is the heart of any themed cake. Here are some popular ideas:

Team Colors and Logos: Incorporate the colours and logos of the fan's favourite team. This could be as simple as a cake in the team’s colours with a fondant logo, or as elaborate as a cake designed to look like the team's mascot.

Equipment and Accessories: Think soccer balls, basketballs, baseball bats, and hockey sticks. These can be made from fondant or molded chocolate and used to decorate the cake.

Stadium Replicas: For the ultimate wow factor, create a cake that looks like the home stadium of the fan's favourite team. This can be a complex project, but the results are always stunning and memorable.

Player Figures: Whether it’s a beloved star player or a mini-figure of the cake’s recipient in their favorite team’s uniform, adding a human element can make the cake more personal and exciting.

Designing the Cake

Sketching and Planning: Before we begin baking, we sketch out the design to ensure every detail is perfect. This includes deciding on the size, shape, and color scheme of the cake.

Cake Flavours and Fillings: While the design is crucial, the cake’s taste is just as important. We offer a variety of flavors and fillings, from classic vanilla and chocolate to more adventurous options like red velvet or lemon curd.

Baking and Sculpting: Our bakers and cake artists work in tandem to bring the design to life. Baking the cake to the right consistency is key, especially when sculpting elements like stadiums or sports equipment.

Decorating: This is where the magic happens. Using fondant, buttercream, edible paints, and other decorations, we meticulously craft each element of the cake. Attention to detail is crucial, from the texture of a football to the intricate details of a team logo.

Special Touches

Edible Images: For an extra touch of authenticity, we can print edible images of team logos, player photos, or even a snapshot of a memorable game moment.

Personalisation: Adding the recipient’s name, a special message, or their jersey number can make the cake feel extra special.

Interactive Elements: For a fun twist, we can incorporate elements like edible goalposts, nets, or a field where cake toppers can be moved around.

Catering to All Fans

No matter the sport, football, soccer, basketball, baseball, hockey, or even niche sports like cricket or rugby, we can create a cake that will thrill any fan. 

Ready to Bake a Winner?

At The French Cake Company, we're passionate about creating cakes that celebrate every kind of passion. So, whether your loved one is a die-hard fan of football, basketball, or any sport in between, we can create a custom cake that will have them cheering for joy. Contact us today to discuss your ideas and let's bake a cake that's a true winner!

[yessoupy]

in october 2012, two days before game five of the nlds that included the washington nationals, my cousin (pictured here with me) texted to say he had a ticket to game five and if i could get myself to washington, it was mine. oh and gio gonzalez would be pitching, kurt suzuki catching.

well. i asked my department head if i could call in, she said go for it, i booked a flight, and i attended my first playoff baseball game.

it was magic. my cousin bought me a gio gonzalez replica jersey (pictured), i wore my A's hat, and for much of the game it felt like everyone in the stadium was breathing with one another and our hearts were beating together. slowly, the game started to slip away and ended in a loss.

the next morning, my cousin ran a half-marathon while i slept off the late game. i found him in the kitchen pouring himself a bowl of cereal when i finally woke up and he immediately started post-gaming with me. what should the manager have done, who should have been pulled out when, who should have been left in, and on and on. we'd do this three more times before i flew home a day later.

in 2019, his nationals made the world series. he flew in, stayed with me for games one and two (which we attended), flew home, housed my baseball mom for games 3-5, i sold our game 6 tickets and attended game 7 by myself. i decided after game 7 that i would never again attend a world series game where my team wasn't present. so maybe ... i'm not going to go to another world series game ever again.

here we are at game 1 pregame, standing with my crew. the nationals won game seven. i wore my gonzalez jersey and cheered for my former closer, sean doolittle, and catcher, kurt suzuki.

[missypyle]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Hammons Field Miniature Replica Stadium Springfield Cardinals Mo. Minor Baseball.

[sports-teller]

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What days will High-A teams give away bucket hats, jersey replicas & posters in 2023? List of High-A Baseball 2023 Stadium Giveaways! Hello Everyone! Welcome to Sports Teller! Today, we will discuss the List of High-A Baseball 2023 Stadium Giveaways! Without further adieu, let’s begin! List of High-A Baseball 2023 Stadium Giveaways Are you going […]

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Citizens Bank Park Philadelphia PA

Citizens Bank Park Philadelphia PA

Citizens Bank Park is a baseball stadium located in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. It is the home field of the Philadelphia Phillies of Major League Baseball. The stadium was opened in 2004 and has a seating capacity of 42,792. It boasts several unique features, including a Liberty Bell replica and a "Phanatic" hot dog launcher. The stadium has also hosted several non-baseball events, such as concerts and the annual Army-Navy football game. Citizens Bank Park is known for its fan-friendly atmosphere and amenities, including a variety of food and beverage options, multiple team stores, and interactive games for kids. The stadium is conveniently located next to the Wells Fargo Center and Lincoln Financial Field, making it a popular destination for sports fans visiting Philadelphia.Citizens Bank Park is a popular destination in Philadelphia for baseball fans and tourists alike. To visit the stadium, there are several options for transportation. The Broad Street subway line, along with various bus routes, provide easy access to the area. For those driving, there are ample parking lots and garages surrounding the stadium. Additionally, ride-sharing services are widely available in the city.When visiting the stadium, it is recommended to plan ahead. Tickets can be purchased online in advance, and it is advisable to arrive early to avoid rush hour traffic and give time for exploration of the surrounding area. There are also various food and beverage options available inside the stadium, and souvenirs can be purchased from the team store. Tour packages are available for those interested in a more in-depth look at the stadium and its history. Overall, Citizens Bank Park is a must-visit for anyone in Philadelphia, especially those seeking sports entertainment.  

For more points of interest in Philadelphia Pennsylvania , click here Read the full article

[andeverythingce]

Officially Licensed MLB Stadium Replicas

Shop the best MLB stadium replicas at Westbrook Sports Classics. Browse our wide range of baseball stadium replicas from various baseball teams such as Baltimore Orioles, Chicago Cubs, Cincinnati Reds, & more!

[dylanobriencloset]

Where?: Dylan O'Brien with a fan at a New York Mets vs New York Yankees baseball game at the Citi Field Stadium in New York.

When?: July 27, 2022

What?: Men's Nike Black New York Mets 2022 Alternate Replica Player Jersey I $134.99

Worn with: New York Mets New Era Royal Primary Logo 9FIFTY Snapback Hat

[crappy-homestuck-confessions]

Headcanon Anon with the most useless stuff the kids have wasted money on!

John-White sheets and plastic to make a fake iceberg ($1450) Rose-A bust of Sigmund Freud to smash with a mallet and another bust of Carl Jung to make him watch, knowing he was next ($320.46) Dave-The AK240 player from Astell & Kern that he threw out when he preferred his Dell laptop better ($2246.86) Jade-The Jupiter Laser Pointer that she took apart and added to her Proton Cannon. It made up 0.01% of it. ($399) Terezi-Red Dragon Custom Air Force 1 shoes ($225) Kanaya-45 kilos of Vicuna Wool that she used to make a gown. It went unused when Jane wanted something else. ($27,000) Tavros-Lance of Longinus replica ($175) Karkat-Will Smith 4x Signed Autographed 2018 Memorial Day Gear Helmet Cleats Chest Pad Sollux-AMD Ryzen Threadripper 3990X Desktop Processor ($39,563.81) Feferi-Rented an aquarium for a friend's wedding ($18,000) Eridan-Brought an entire sporting stadium to have it bulldozed because the crowd laughed when he botched the first pitch at a baseball game ($266,000,000) Nepeta-Buckinghamn Palace Cat Tree. Broke it immediately. ($2,890) Equius-Technogym Kinesis Personal Vision ($15,750) Meenah-Hitler's Mercedes Benz 770k. Crashed it. ($10,000,000) Vriska-Built her own casino. Later burned it down for the insurance money. Paid out of pocket to keep from going to prison. ($20,000,000 for the casino. $60,000,000 to bribe the judge.) Jane-Sveid Custom-Made Corkscrew. Lost it. ($70,000) Jake-Elizabeth Taylor's Taj Mahal diamond ($8,800,000) Roxy-Windstone Editions "Twilight Citrine" Mouse Wizard Test Paint #1 ($405) Dirk-My Little Pony G4 Lot of 50 Ponies ($203) Aradia-Demolished a random house. ($25,000) Gamzee-ICP Insane Clown Posse 03 Sealed Hatchetman Charm ($3,239.99) Damara-Pearl Royale ($1,300,000) Rufioh-Devilman Life-Size Figure With A Pedestal ($7,948)

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[nfldunn]

roswell halloween .

GUNNER DUNN as elton john ( dodger stadium edition )

    “you gotta kill the person you were born to be, in order to become the person you wanna be.”

             FEAT : genuine replica of the dodger stadium outfit featured in the movie rocketman ( 2019 ), obnoxiously rhinestoned baseball bat & hat, fake blue glasses

@rocketfm