#carolina varsity

[lintarose]

The classic varsity jacket features a wool body and leather sleeves. It typically has a snap-button front closure, ribbed cuffs, collar, and waistband. The jacket often displays the wearer's school or team logo on the chest or back. This timeless design remains popular due to its traditional appeal and versatility

[jxnetalkstoomuch]

living in a southern state is defined by having a four-day football week with SEC saturday being the most intense and life-altering

[evan-collins90]

"Movie Theater McDonald's" - Raleigh, NC (1984)

"To commemorate McDonald's thirtieth anniversary, regional managers were asked to select one property in their respective areas that would be shaped into a one-of-a-kind design. Bruce Wunner, the chain's southeast regional manager, chose a newly acquired site in Raleigh: a circa 1920 building last used as a movie theater (first opened as the Varsity Theatre in 1941) and located on busy Hillsborough Street. The fact that the interior of the building was laid out like a theater, and the fact that McDonald's was founded in 1955, gave Perry & Plummer Design Associates (Wilmington and Raleigh, North Carolina) the inspiration for the design theme. The stage was set for a fifties diner articulated within the shell of the old theater."

Architecture by Fred Tolson Associates, interior design by Perry & Plummer

Scanned from the Dec. 1986 issue of Contract Interiors, and Restaurant Design: Ninety-Five Spaces That Work (1987)

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Jacket | Seth Jarvis

wc. 1.6k

Jarvy sees you in the wags playoff jacket for the first time

(not my best writing tbh. im sorry!)

Growing up, you never had an affinity for fashion. 

Your mom was the one who always dressed you and middle school was always that awkward fashion era of everyone’s lives. In high school the different outfits everyone wore had started to pique your interest, wanting to finally find your own style and make yourself feel more confident overall. 

By college you had hit your stride and everyone in your life was incredibly confused when you decided to major in fashion business. Your dad was over the moon that you added the business side of it, being a finance director himself, and while your mom was still confused, she enjoyed the new fashion advice from her daughter. 

You grew up in North Carolina, heading to FIT in New York for your undergrad before returning home. You spent that summer trying your best to figure out what to do with this new degree, when your life intertwined with Seth Jarvis. Through a mess of awkward run ins, late nights, and a final first date that sealed the deal, you were quick to realize that Seth was it for you. Three years later and you and Seth were closer than ever. He was on his way to another playoff run while you had been living your dream job for a couple of years now. 

As April loomed near and the season was coming to an end, the wag groupchat had started to pick up. The girls were discussing playoff chances and who should be planning the wag jackets this year and you were voted the number one choice. You tried to get out of it, worried that what you made wouldn’t be good enough but the girls shut you down quickly, knowing whatever you make would be iconic. 

You found yourself dreaming up ideas in the middle of meetings, doodling in the corners of your notebooks, looking up colors and fabrics, and finally caving to create a full fledged design when Seth had come bounding home with the news of a playoff clinch. 

The drawing you come up with is a high school varsity style jacket in black, the front saying Carolina in uppercase bold red letters, with the words cause above one pocket and chaos on the other side. One sleeve has the previous cup win dates while the other sleeve has the boy’s number and the original canes logo underneath it. Lastly, the bottom hem of the jacket is decorated with the storm warning flags similar to the boys jerseys and classic name and number on the back in the same color and font as the Carolina. 

Ever since finalizing the design, you instantly headed to the store and grabbed a blank black varsity jacket and started your work. You had fallen so deep into the job, focusing on each tiny detail for your prototype that you didn’t even hear Seth coming home. You had just finished on the front when you heard the door of your office creak open and you turn to see Seth with a tired smile on his lips. 

“Hey there pretty girl,” he says, sauntering his way into the room and your heart skips at the sight of him. You’re distracted for a moment just at the sight of him, but when you notice his eyes flicker over to your current project you flinch and get up. 

“No!” you screech, taking quick steps towards your boyfriend and covering his eyes with your hand. Seth freezes against you, concerned in his movements but when he hears a breathy laugh escape from your lips he knows everything is okay. 

“Uh why can’t I look?” 

“It’s bad luck!” you squeal, nudging your boyfriend out of your office and Seth rolls his eyes, his lashes fluttering lightly against your hand. 

“I’m sorry did I propose and forget or something?” he asks when you finally drop your hand from his eyes and shut your office door behind you. 

“No but if you are going to propose I’d wait till off season,” you respond cheekily and Seth grins. 

“I was making the wag jackets,” you tell him, slinging your arms around his neck and bringing him closer to you. 

“Mmm were you?” 

Seth leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, trailing one up to your cheek and then finally on your lips, his hips pushing you back against the door so you’re caged in his embrace. 

“Mhm,” you murmur against his lips and you feel his grin, the scruff of his beard scratching against your skin. “And you need to go so I can finish them.” 

“Or we could do this,” he says and before you know it, Seth has grabbed you around the waist, throwing you over his shoulder and marching his way towards your shared bedroom, your protests of work and prototypes deaf to his ears. 

The week leading up to the first playoff game was complete chaos. You hadn’t seen Seth at all, occasionally when he was slipping out of bed and you were just slipping in, bumping into each other when he was out the door and you were coming in and so on. 

You were finalizing all of the wag jackets, making sure the matching shoes had arrived and were in good condition as well. You had decided to add a pair of nikes with the players last name on the side to match the jackets and you couldn’t wait to see how each girl would style their outfit. One by one as each girl received their jacket you would be on the other end of a million texts and several facetime calls of the girls freaking out about the job you did. You couldn’t help it, you started to feel good about your work too after being praised so much. 

Unfortunately due to both your schedules, you couldn’t see Seth before the playoff game but promised to make it in time for warmups. You and a few of the girls head out together, taking pictures both at your place and when you get to the arena. You head straight for the front, your nerves getting the best of you and you’re bouncing up and down on your heels waiting for Seth to come out on the ice. 

Somehow even with the nerves you miss his initial entrance onto the ice. Normally Seth is all serious mode when he starts warmups, only deciding to relax and goof off towards the end of them but when he sees you first, he’s a complete goner. 

You’re facing away from the glass but Seth could spot you from miles away in a crowded area, it truly didn’t matter. Your hair was pulled up and out of the way so everyone could see his last name and jersey number plastered on the back of the black varsity jacket. Your smile is wide and he knows you’ve been nervously fidgeting by the way you twist and bounce as you stand. 

His heart is pounding twice as hard now, not even registering the world around him as he sees you in your heavenly state with his name on your back. His. His jacket. The one that claims you’re his. God, how did he get so lucky? 

He doesn’t know when he stopped paying attention to the movements he was making on his skates until he’s smacking embarrassingly into the glass just before you, startling both you and everyone around. You look up, Seth with an unreadable expression on the other side of the glass and you can’t help the shy smile that creeps onto your lips. 

Seth tries to regain some kind of confidence again, shooting a wink in your direction and mischievous grin before taking off on the ice again. 

You swear your face hurts from smiling and your throat is no doubt sore from the screaming you had done all of game 1. You and the girls make your way down to the tunnel and talk about the events of the game while you wait for the boys. One by one each girl disappears in the arms of her man, you smiling and bidding goodbyes while you impatiently wait for Seth. 

“Is that the future Mrs. Jarvis?” you hear from behind you and you turn to see Jarvy smiling like he just won the damn lottery. 

You rush forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing kisses anywhere you can reach. You exclaim your praise between each kiss and Seth grins shyly against you. 

“You did amazing,” you say leaning back to finally look into your boyfriend's big brown eyes and they shine with pride at your words. 

“Thank you baby,” he says, pressing a kiss to your lips before pulling back and staring at you, his eyes roaming your figure, his fingers tracing the outline of his number on your shoulder and his name on your back. 

“What’s up lover boy?” you ask, nervous under his gaze. 

“You look damn good with my last name,” he murmurs and your face flushes further. 

What Seth doesn’t tell you is that from the first day, he’s known you were the one from him. He doesn’t say that since you had your first date he knew you’d be married one day. He doesn’t say how he wants to spoil his proposal right now and just ask you to marry him because he can’t go another second without having you share his name. 

He doesn’t tell you that one piece of clothing has made him imagine the next 50 years of his life in the matter of seconds. 

But you don’t need to know that. Not yet at least. So Seth settles for another searing kiss to your lips before slinging an arm around your shoulder and leading you home so he can take that jacket off of you and love you properly.

[103rafes]

TAPE 009 ᯓ★

"Why come here? You're not seeking comfort you're seeking loyalty."

in which BSF!Rafe comes to varsityboy!kook!reader's penthouse in Boston after Morocco's incidents, and a certain other one.

warning : 18+ , smut is involved (anal) , holocaust and nazi mentions (reader is doing a history paper) , spoilers from OBX S4 ahead , if you haven't finished it DO NOT read ahead.

BSF!Rafe and VARSITYBOY!KOOK!reader

Late nights in Boston, Massachusetts never got old when nightlife looked right back at you, sat snug in your bed with your Macbook air in your criss-crossed lap, brow furrowed with concentration while you typed up something for your history lecture, a paper about the Holocaust which you'd chosen as a topic.

But now as you sat here, nail between one of your canines lost in research, you'd seriously wish you could've chosen Dunkirk; Goddamn, Dunkirk would've been so much easier, or maybe even the JFK assasination.

University was always something that kept you busy, and even thought you were dedicated to Varsity football, especially being captain-

You still had to study, and get good grades; you were at Harvard for a reason. Thank God you hadn't chosen MIT.

The low light from your Macbook highlighted your features, a loose black tee and blue and black plaid pajama pants fitted your body, comfortable attire for a simple night to yourself; maybe you'd go and dine out for tonight.

It was only around 10PM, though if you wanted to be specific, the digital alarm clock next your bed glared *10:12PM* in bright red.

Your fingers were just about to type in evidence for a photo of segregation, before you heard the pitched, slow hum of your doorbell ring throughout your penthouse.

The sound made you stop your typing, eyes flicking to the closed door of your big, cozy room. You'd like to assume you misheard and maybe, reading about all this Holocaust stuff was getting to you, but when you heard it again you had to raise an eyebrow.

You made sure your work had been saved on Microsoft word before you set the Macbook down and got up, opening the black sleek fibreglass door and walking down the hall of your humble and modern abode, white hues blending nicely with smoke grey and black.

Most of the lights were off besides the warm white dim of the stove light, brightening your place with the city from the floor to ceiling glass windows in the living space. You made it to the front door, glancing to the small screen attached to the door, the one that showed you your cameras.

Your eyes squinted when you saw a face that you hadn't seen in a while; Rafe, Rafe Cameron. Your childhood bestfriend.

You stared for a bit, noticing the dirty white knitted sweater and tight black jeans. Before you could really check if it really was him, your hand was already unlocking the door and turning the black lever handle.

It opened, and you were met face to face with the man himself. Your eyebrows raised, eyes resting, "Rafe?" You questioned, more for your own consciousness before rubbing a hand to the back of your neck, "dude..uh, hey. This is a surprise." you spoke, and Rafe's eyes fully locked with yours.

Rafe's lips parted in a slow exhale, and he nodded in greeting, "Hey..sorry for uh, coming so- so randomly, it was jus'..I had to see you." He murmured, and you leaned against the doorway for a minute, arms crossing against your chest in a way that made your biceps flex a bit, "Oh..deadass?" Your expression changed into one of skepticism, "It's, well I mean- I'm glad really it's just," you scratched the back of your head, "How'd you..even get here?" You questioned.

You saw the way Rafe's brow twitched, that thing he did unknowingly when he was caught off guard or really confused; you weren't sure which one it was this time.

"I uh..I boated, here." Rafe answered flatly, and your eyes opened wide, "You boated here?" You repeated, "You- you boated from North Carolina to, to Bosto-"

"Well, no..it was, Morocco, to here..I just, drove back here from Kildare actually," Rafe interrupted, and you stood up straight, "Shit- what? Morocco?" You asked, incredulous, "You mean the country all the way in North Africa?" You couldn't believe your ears.

Rafe stared, eyes looking away before his lip did a little pout, and he shrugged, "Well, yeah do you know any other Morocco?"

Your face turned into one of mild annoyance and your nose scrunched, "Any other Moro- no, I don't. Just- Jesus Christ, get inside." You muttered, moving out the way for Rafe to step inside, to which he did quickly, already beginning to pull his shoes off.

You watched him from the corner of your eye while you closed and locked your front door, making sure it was good before turning around, "K I'm gonna ignore, that you just told me like some dumb, Indiana Jones shit and just, ask if you want like a drink- do you want a drink, Rafe Cameron?" You asked, an eyebrow raised.

Rafe knew you were going to think if he was even more insane if he told you everything while drunk, so he shook his head, "No, no I don't want a drink, I want to talk. I really, really need to talk to you, man." He stated, his voice almost shaky with the effort.

You stared, taking in the sense of urgency there seemed to be in Rafe while thinking about your Holocaust paper; you still had to write in about Hitler and his affects, aswell as the stages of genocide. With an exhale through your nose, you nodded, "Ooo-kay, that's a first," you shrugged your shoulders, "gonna bring a bottle anyway. Wanna talk outside? You know, on the balcony?" You questioned, and Rafe seemed to hesitate before nodding a bit quick, "Yeah, yeah the- the balcony sounds good."

Walking over to your display of alcohol, you hummed in consideration; Glenfiddich, you had that the other day so no. Jameson? Nah, wasn't the mood, and Jack Daniel's just..it wasn't that night either.

But then, your eyes landed on an untouched bottle; an alcohol you'd left sitting for a bit.

"Want Hennessy?" You questioned, and Rafe glanced up, "I don't want a dr-"

"That wasn't the question. I know you Rafe, and you know me. Do you want Hennessy?" The tone of your voice told Rafe he couldn't argue, and the buzzed brunette knew that he probably would want a drink mid-talk. So, he sighed, "..Yeah, Hennessy." He muttered.

And so, the two of you went out to the balcony of your penthouse, though you guys eventually decided it'd be better to go to the roof; with your parents also helping to back your funds up during your University time, you had a sweet spot in the condo building; that included a pool at the very top, lit up a little.

You and Rafe sat on one of the soft couches, a glass table in the middle of the curving C. You placed the Hennessy there, two crystal glasses before you leaned back, "So, what brings you to my humble abode, dude?" You asked, and Rafe scratched his head, "..Need to get shit off my chest, and I just, you know..haven't seen you in some months, I was beginning to miss how annoying you were-" Rafe coughed between his sentence when you smacked his chest, a laugh escaping him, "okay okay, fine..you're not that annoying, but..s'been borin' without you."

You nodded, a tilt in your head with a shrug, "Yeah well I'm very missable, but uh..what do you need to get off your chest exactly?" You questioned, and that's when Rafe kind of tensed.

It didn't go unnoticed by you, and your brow creased, "Yo, what's wrong? Did something happen?" You asked, subtle concern starting to appear. Rafe was leaned forward, hands clasped together with his elbows over his knees before he slowly shook his head, a shaky exhale.

Only now did you really realize that you hadn't even questioned Rafe's face; it seemed to have very faint scars from overexposure to the sun.

Rafe after a while, spoke, "You know those uh..the Genrettes?" He asked, and again you didn't know why this was the topic, but you rolled with it, "Yeah, my Mom was Wes Genrette's lawyer, he was a nice guy..bit strange though but I don't remember much," you answered, "why?"

You could sense Rafe had bad news; shit, when didn't Rafe have trouble hoarding to him?

"Uh..he, he died," Rafe started and you snorted, "K, I know that, you really came all this way to-"

"Chandler Groff, he was apart of this, this deal I signed with Hollis, that.." He trailed off, and you squinted, "Hollis? Like that chick who was married to Mr. Robinson? The realtor and cougar of Kildare?" You asked just to affirm, and Rafe nodded, "Yeah, yeah I did a, a wire transfer with her..said she was going to develop Goat Island."

You nodded, listening before Rafe continued, "But, the guy she was also doing this thing with her, her partner. That was Chandler Groff and he..he convinced her, that Goat Island was in his control, that after Wes Genrette died, she'd get the Island." He spoke.

A loud psh left you at that, leaning over to pop open the Hennessy bottle, the conversation already making you want to drink to death, "That's bullshit, the uh..State said it would be a Nature conserve or some shit like that, my mom mentioned it," you spoke, pouring a glass for yourself before glancing at Rafe, who nodded for you to pour him one too, which you did.

You set the bottle down, bringing the glass to your lips, a subtle smell of the alcohol before you took a slow sip. The Hennessy hit nice, flavourable but strong. You laid back, "said Wes Genrette didn't have it in his will." You finished.

Rafe sighed, "Yeah, but s'not the shit here. He, he killed Hollis. He shot her, stole the 400 grand I'd given through the wire transfer, and then he, he somehow framed those, those Pogues. Y'know Luke Maybank's kid, JJ." Rafe asked, and you rolled your eyes, "God, yes Rafe I know who JJ fucking Maybank is, you're acting like just cause I live in Boston now and study in Harvard I don't fucking know what happens in Kilda-"

"He's..he's dead, man." Rafe suddenly said, a subtle break in his voice.

You paused at that, brows drawing down with your eyes narrowing softly.

"..What?" The word left your mouth softly, and Rafe had his hand to his mouth, silent, "He..Chandler Groff, s'..he was his actual Dad, 'n he..he stabbed him. We, we went to Morocco for some, some artifact this- this crown. Led us all to there, I helped the, the Pogues. John B and his..his crew and.." Rafe didn't continue, expecting you to finish his thought to which you did, "..And Sarah." You added, your voice a bit more serious than before.

Rafe nodded, "There was another group after it. They had..AKs, and guns and- this crew..I, I made up with Sarah- finally and I just- one minute I was making up with the Pogues, only a 30 minute time frame or- or some bullshit and then, I come back and there's, there's Kiara and all of them staring at a guy who'd been hollering like a duck," He ran a hand over his head, "It's..and I, I had to dig the burial, I had to help," Rafe's breath shook, "bury him."

You could only watch in silent pity as Rafe just poured all this out in a river of emotion. Maybe you didn't know what happened around Kildare as well as you thought.

"Didn't..didn't John B of them have that place after they found El Dorado, that- Poguelandia or something like that, what.." You waited for Rafe to respond, and he did, "Court..court put a zoning notice, and they lost the case because, Luke..Luke Maybank he did some- some shit and screwed them over." He informed, and really if this was another other situation you'd be laughing in amusement from all the chaos.

But, death? One of the Pogues, dying? It was unheard of, especially at an age as young as 20.

You stared, "But..you, are you okay?" You asked, a low murmur. You'd noticed the scar in Rafe's hand a while ago, but you hadn't commented on it. Rafe stared into the abyss, silence in the air before speaking more shakely.

"..I wasn't gonna do that wire transfer, I knew the Goat Island thing was full of shit, but..but Sofia she, she told me that maybe it was legit, that I should do it 'n, 'n she's my girlfriend I trusted her so I did it," Rafe started before you noticed the way his lip seemed to quiver, "..When, when I found Groff in Morocco after he ran off, he tried to kill me but, just before, just before, he told me. 'told me that, that Sofia had been paid to get me to sign the deal, to convince me and I-"

You sat up a bit, seeing the way Rafe's lashes fluttered. You'd seen this before, this little deatil; you had it carved into your memory from times you and Rafe were younger, when he was trying not to cry.

You could never forget that look because it always made your heart crack just a little, "Rafe.." You started lowly, shuffling a bit closer to him as Rafe covered his mouth with his hand, the subtle shine in his eyes told you all you need to know, "She- shit, how could she do that t'me, I loved her, 'gave her everything and she fuckin', she stabbed me in the back." He hoarsed out, and you felt bad for him.

Growing up with Rafe, you'd seen all kinds of people fuck him over. Out of all of them, you were the only one who truly stayed; the one who saw him as Rafe, not Rafe Cameron.

Because, there was always a difference between Rafe and Rafe Cameron. You wrapped your free arm around Rafe's shoulder, rubbing it, "Some people don't deserve you. Always the ones you least expect. I'm sorry. You two, you're..?" You murmured in hopes of Rafe filling the spot in, and he shakily sighed, "Yeah, no we're done. I told her to get outta my house. I, I gave her my mother's ring 'n.."

That's when, Rafe's eyes filled with tears and he brought the edges of his palms to his face, trying to stop the tears that started to escape. You panicked internally, setting your glass of Hennessy down before wrapping your arm around Rafe tighter, the other grasping his chin.

"Hey, hey Rafe," You called to him, hoping to get through to his head, "look at me, come on." You urged, tugging his chin carefully as you heard those dragged in sniffles; it hurt you deep when you saw the familiar line of wet tears drag down his sharp features.

You held him tighter, "Rafe, seriously look at me. I know you loved her but if she was gonna stab you in the back like that, then her love didn't run as deep as yours did. I'm sorry," You spoke firmly, not wanting to use tough love but with someone like Rafe, you had to use all kinds of coaxing methods.

Rafe shuddered out, shaking his head, "You don't understand, I thought she was the one, 'did everythin' for her," His voice cracked, "Why does everyone want to screw me over?" His voice almost sounded whiney, so unsure and it was slowly killing you to see your bestfriend like this.

You rubbed his back, "I know, I know it's been tough for you and it has been for most of your life, but believe me not everybody wants to. I mean, you made up with Sarah for fuck's sake Rafe, that's amazing. You redeemed yourself in someone's eyes, didn't you? In hers, and definitely mine." You reassured him, trying to be gentle without coming out as a soft hearted pussy.

Rafe seemed to only break more, but you could tell he was somewhat beginning to get over it in his mind; until, a sentence Rafe said made your bones shake.

"Shit, why can't everyone be like you? Why couldn't she have been like you?" Rafe murmured, his voice cracking.

Your movements slowed a bit at that, trying to process the words. Why couldn't she have been like you?

It made your heart thump wildly.

You stared at Rafe, still rubbing his back in a comforting manner as you thought of what to do. Your eyes moved to look at your pool, before your eyes moved to you and Rafe's glasses of unfinished Hennessy.

"..Forget about her," you murmured, and Rafe still sniffled, "Huh?" He asked, all broken. Your eyes flicked to him, "I said forget about her. You need to forget about her, and everything else." You sat up, your hand coming off Rafe's chin to grab your glass.

You gazed over Rafe, "Pick up your glass, that bottle's like 300 fuckin' dollars." You muttered, eyeing the Hennessy XO.

Rafe had to take a moment, before somewhat composing himself and sitting up to reach over and grab his glass. You gazed at him, raising your glass towards, "Cheers?" You offered, and Rafe was silent, his lips still slightly shaky before he clinked his glass with yours, "Cheers."

Before you could say anything, Rafe tipped his head back and chugged the glass, your eyes widening, "Woah, woah relax." You laughed in slight disbelief and nervousness. Rafe's eyes narrowed a bit wearily after the drink, feeling a rush he'd so badly needed.

It flowed nice in his system, and he turned to look at you.

"You told me to forget about it, s'how I fucking forget about it."

With that sentence, it settled a foundation for you both; glass after glass, Hennessy just kept pouring. Atleast half the bottle was done by the time you and Rafe had decided to pour your last glasses, the two of you all free and giggly.

All drunk. Everything but sober.

You were laughing at something absurd Rafe said, wiping your eyes which were slightly red, "Oh fuck! Seriously? Yo, is she actually a bitch? I heard baaad shit about her!" You practically barked; the two of you were currently spewing shit about Ruthie, Topper's girlfriend.

Rafe scoffed, a laugh leaving him also, "She's the most annoying hoe I've ever met. Always startin' shit just cause she's a Kook. Nobody fuckin' likes her back at Figure Eight." He snorted.

You snickered at that, your mind foggy with ideas that weren't smart. You were gazing, and then you stared at the pool. You giggled, "Rafe, wanna take a swim?" You asked, and Rafe looked at you, "Bro, that's the best thing you've said this entire night." He said, patting your back which elicited a oof from you.

With that, the two of you took your glasses and stumbled haphazardly to your pool (a miracle neither of you fell), quickly stripping down to just boxers, though as you were about to dip your feet in, Rafe spoke.

"Yo, we should skinny dip," He suggested, and you looked at him, a cheeky drunk smile, "skinny dip? What are you, horny?" You poked at him, and Rafe rolled his eyes, "Oh my God, s'not that deep. Come on, it'll be fun." He said, voice slightly slurring in a way you for some reason shivered at.

It sounded like honey in your ears.

You hummed dramatically, "Y'know what? Hell yeah, let's do it!" You decided excitedly, causing Rafe to grin wildly before the two of you slipped your boxers off, and slipped into the waters.

It was thankfully warm because of the hot night air, and you leaned by the edge of the pool, basking in the waters. Rafe had dipped in and was now swimming to you, a snicker, "Been so long since we swam together," he said, and you nodded, "yeah, been busy as shit with Uni..Harvard's riding my dick with all the shit I keep having to do," you groaned, and Rafe barked out a laugh.

"Jus' say you're lazy, pussy." He mocked, and you shoved him by the chest playfully, "Oh fuck you!" You snarked playfully.

Rafe chuckled at that, swimming right back to you; you two didn't seem to take in how close you both were, it seemed so natural to you both when drunk.

"Mm..sorry, shoulda visited you sooner, but..Kook bullshit, everyone's talking crap," Rafe's voice cracked, and you sighed loudly, arms resting on Rafe's shoulders, "Yeah and-" you paused momentarily, feeling hands come to your waist.

You glanced at Rafe skeptically, and Rafe stared, "..What? Habit, with uh, you know.." he murmured, a half assed excuse.

Good thing you were drunk, because you shrugged it off and believed it, "k..but yeah. They can't fucking talk. You're Rafe, what is that cheesy ass ehh..title? King of Kooks? Tha's you..not them," you jabbed a finger into his chest with one hand, "Don' forget it..heh.." A drunken guffaw left, a little silly but you could do silly with Rafe; could do anything.

The two of you were drunken, smiling at eachother in this silence, a silence that slowly began to grow tense with this sensation.

Rafe's brow twitched, his lips parting and before you knew it; lips pressed onto yours. It happened so fast, you couldn't even act surprised. Instead, you melted right into his lips, hands on his shoulders moving to wrap around his neck instead.

People, always had talked about you and Rafe; ever since highschool.

Those two don't know it yet, but everybody else does.

You hadn't known then, but growing older you understood; couldn't confront though, even if you'd so desperately wanted to kiss Rafe's lips dumb, or even fuck him till he tapped out.

So God, when you'd heard his voice tremble as he poured out what Sofia had done to him, and how bad it had hurt, a sadistic sense of glee had washed over anyway.

To hell with Sofia.

Messy making out had both your hands roaming, Rafe's hands on your waist now coming to massage your hips, "Fuck, don' know why I didn't come to see you, I really don't.." he panted right into your mouth, his hands groping your ass so suddenly you gasped, "Rafe-"

"Because you're just so fucking hot, s'drivin' me insane. Always wanted to know how your back would looked arched like a little pussycat." He muttered in a low tone, one that had your skin crawling in a delicious way.

You knew even in your drunken haze, that this would change everything and shit, feeling Rafe's cock press against your thigh so needily was already changing everything.

But then again.

You wouldn't pass this chance up for the world. Alcohol had always messed with your hypothalamus terribly.

"Yeah? Then c'mon 'n find out," You breathed against Rafe's lips, and a breathless laugh left Rafe, "Shit, you're so goddamn.." He couldn't even finish, before nodding frantically, "Yeah, yeah m'gonna find out..gonna find 'n then fuck you against this shit so hard."

The foreign feeling of butterflies inflated your stomach, before you felt your legs being spread by one of Rafe's hands, the other holding the edge of the pool.

"Can I even fit in your ass?" Rafe murmured, slurring a little before shrugging, "whatever..wanna fuck you raw anyway," he said, "too fuckin' sexy to be fucked like anything but."

You brought a hand almost instinctively to hold the leg Rafe was holding up, feeling Rafe's hand slip from there and before a smart comment left you, you felt the press of Rafe's tip against your ass, "Shi-hit, you're throbbing." You laughed in surprise, breathless as Rafe grinned proudly.

"Yeah, you feel it? S'what you fucking do to me," He muttered right into the corner of your mouth, kissing and nipping your jaw before he nudged at your entrance, "Shit's gonna burn, y'know that right?"

You rolled your eyes dramatically, "I'm not stupid, just put the tip in already," you snarked, and Rafe was next to roll his eyes, "K, Jesus."

Soon enough, after some nudges you felt Rafe slowly pushing his tip into you, a shaky gasp leaving as your free hand braced the edge of the pool, "Oh fuck, that hurts," you immediately said, and Rafe grimaced, "I'll pull out if I-"

"No, no don't. I'm not glass, just keep going," You said, subtle slurring and though Rafe was a bit concerned, he shook it away, slowly bullying his way past your walls with his cock, at some times the air even being knocked out of you. You'd never been stretched so fucking good in your entire life.

"Shiiiit," Your eyes rolled back momentarily, eyes scrunching while you took a deep breath in and out, "Oh my- oh my God!" Your voice cracked loudly when you felt your back arch, an electric wave going through you at the feeling of Rafe touching a specific angle for only a second, "What the fuck was that?" You shivered at the ghost of the feeling.

Rafe panted, muscles straining a little from the subtle effort as with one final push, he bottomed out entirely in you which caused a loud groan to leave his lips, "Holy shit, y'so goddamn tight," he shuddered himself, taking a moment before he dragged out, and pushed right back to you, eyes flicking to take in your reaction, which to his great satisfaction contorted into pure pain-pleasure.

"Oh," You heaved before gasping slightly, back arching, "Feels insane."

"Yeah, well it always does the first time around. Can't believe m'fuckin' a virgin as good as you," He basically growled out, before he set a slow pace, more of a way to get you to loosen up.

Easy moans slipped out from the new sensations. You'd never experienced sex, hadn't had an interest in it despite being a Kook who could have any girl or guy you wanted.

But feeling it now, how could you have missed out on such a thing? Maybe it was Rafe that made you feel that way but it was the best way.

Slowly, Rafe was beginning to pick the pace up, his cock forcing it's way past your barriers as he groaned, the hand that wasn't holding the edge moving to wrap around your throat.

"Shit, squeezin' my dick like a greedy bitch," Rafe scoffed, almost enamored with how you felt around his cock. The pace was picking up gradually, and soon enough Rafe was thrusting at a speed that had you seeing galaxies, "Shit, shit, shit." Rafe repeated, panting as the water sloshed around the two of you.

Moans left your mouth in little blockades, but it was starting to become a symphony with how good Rafe made you feel, "Shit, come on faster," you urged, and Rafe obliged instantaneously, hips slamming faster and faster before he switched up the angle, thrusting up just to hear you whine out uncharacteristically and arch your back like some cat.

"Holy shit, Rafe!" You yelped out, a pathetic whimper you'd never heard from your throat leaving you as Rafe punched up right against your prostate, your body squirming as Rafe laughed in satisfaction, "Gotcha."

Rafe only continued his merciless onslaught, hitting your prostate dead on with every force of his hips, causing you to moan loudly and cry out in bliss, "Rafe, you're gonna bruise me, holy fuck!" You gasped out, back arching so right as Rafe sniffled, nose scrunching as he continued to fuck into you with abandon.

"Good, need you t'fuckin' remember this for the rest of your goddamn life. Screaming f'me." He muttered right against your ear, before he smashed his lips with yours, your moans and whines drowning against his tongue.

The water splashed a bit into the long forgotten glasses of Hennessy by the pool edge, the pleasure was making your mind go blank, dumb with it as you felt that familiar ache tightening, "Rafe, Rafe I'm gonna come," you breathed out, feeling Rafe's thrusts getting rocky; he was close to blowing too.

"Shit..me too, 'gonna come in you," He muttered, before the hand holding your throat reached down to grab your aching cock, pumping in time with his messy thrusts, "come over my hand, c'mon c'mon."

With forced out sounds, you were coming with white streaks and the soul being sucked out of you, the orgasm hitting so hard you swore colours just flashed.

With a close to scream moan of ecstasy, you were whining from the overstimulation to your throbbing dick as Rafe thumbed over it, "Oh m'God, Rafe Rafe stop! Stop!!" You whimpered, though you'd never want this to end.

But, Rafe didn't know that. In his drunken haze he still understood no, and took his hand off you, a groan leaving as he soon thrusted to the hilt, coming deep into you with a sigh. "Shiit..feel so good, 'n for what." He rasped, both of you breathing heavily.

Your eyes were heavy, almost close to closing as you laid your head back. You hadn't felt an orgasm that fierce before, never in your entire life. Rafe was silent, just the mix of both your breaths and the chlorine around you to giving little help to ease the tension.

After a while Rafe spoke, "..Can I sleep over?" He muttered.

If you had been sober, you probably would've folded him just like you did with the guys during football practice for your varsity games.

But you weren't, so with a tired grumble you spoke, "Yeah..got some pajamas in my closet for you."

Rafe hummed, exhaustion teasing at him, "Sorry, took your first.." He mumbled against your cheek, and you scoffed, "Sure you are."

It was silent between the two of you again, before Rafe slowly pulled out, a grunt leaving you at the empty feeling now residing in you. You two gazed at eachother, almost oddly for a while before Rafe spoke.

"So, we're sharin' a bed?" He asked, and this time you did glare, "Jesus fucking Christ, you fuck me in my pool and ask if we're sharing a bed? What do you think you dumb fuck?" You snapped, and Rafe groaned, "Jeez, okay! I get it. You're still as bitchy as ever man, how did I even become best friends with you?" He asked before you spoke in rebuttal.

"Are we still bestfriends after this, after you just put your dick in me?" You raised an eyebrow, and Rafe grumbled in drunk annoyance, "You loved it. You know what- bed, let's just go to bed." He finalized, and your eye twitched a little, before sighing heavily.

"Fine. We'll..hm, sober up 'n go sleep." You murmured.

Somehow, you two showered and managed to sober up at least half way, before going into pajamas and sleeping in a tangle of legs and limbs.

Like you two were two teenagers having a sleepover after gaming all night.

Not like two best friends who'd just fucked.

Well, that'd be a great hangover topic for tomorrow.

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note : Hey. It's me again. I don't know why I did this, I never do but mainly it's because I deadass was missin' the city, 'n I thought of the pool I had and this just flowed out my brain..and uh, I watched OBX 4 'n finished it today. What the fuck, what the actual fuck was that ending, I might've gone senile watching all of that. Anyways, I know JJ dying and the emotion isn't grandly displayed, but it's Rafe; he wasn't as close to JJ, barely like he was on good terms with him for 20 minutes before JJ died, so I portrayed him getting obviously more emotional about Sofia and making up with Sarah. Honestly Sofia deserved it, I don't know why she though selling her boyfriend out cause of what he said was a good idea instead of confronting him especially knowing, people have crossed him all his life LMFAOOO. Anyways, hope this read well. I might make new personalities OR a new shot (hopefully not smut because I need to cleanse or some bullshit), maybe right after I write this note or tomorrow; depends. Hope you guys like this. Thank ya kindly!

also, not proofread because when is it ever.

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the next round of 9 matches in aew. (details under the cut). facepaint acts like an infection, increasing and increasing, the black spreading out and darkening. but then healing a little - white comes back in. (unless it's not healing, and instead the white of bones or the kind of appearance when skin lacks blood.)

22/12/2021 AEW Dynamite #116 - Holiday Bash 2021 - Tag 1 Greensboro, North Carolina, USA Malakai Black defeats Griff Garrison (3:15)

05/01/2022 AEW Dynamite #118 Newark, New Jersey, USA Malakai Black defeats Brian Pillman Jr. (6:02)

19/01/2022 AEW Dynamite #120 Washington, District Of Columbia, USA Kings Of The Black Throne (Brody King & Malakai Black) defeat The Varsity Blonds (Brian Pillman Jr. & Griff Garrison) (1:53)

02/02/2022 AEW Dynamite #122 Chicago, Illinois, USA Kings Of The Black Throne (Brody King & Malakai Black) defeat Death Triangle (PAC & Penta El Zero Miedo) (10:23)

23/02/2022 AEW Dynamite #125 Bridgeport, Connecticut, USA Death Triangle (PAC & Penta Oscuro) defeat Kings Of The Black Throne (Brody King & Malakai Black) (7:31)

06/03/2022 AEW Revolution 2022 - The Buy In Orlando, Florida, USA House Of Black (Brody King, Buddy Matthews & Malakai Black) defeat Death Triangle (PAC & Penta Oscuro) & Erick Redbeard (17:23)

16/03/2022 AEW Rampage #32 San Antonio, Texas, USA House Of Black (Brody King, Buddy Matthews & Malakai Black) defeat Bear Country (Bear Boulder & Bear Bronson) & Fuego Del Sol (3:22)

30/03/2022 AEW Rampage #34 Columbia, South Carolina, USA House Of Black (Brody King, Buddy Matthews & Malakai Black) defeat Fuego Del Sol & The Dark Order (Evil Uno & Stu Grayson) (7:15) 1

8/05/2022 AEW Rampage #41 Houston, Texas, USA House Of Black (Brody King, Buddy Matthews & Malakai Black) defeat Fuego Del Sol & The Dark Order (Evil Uno & Ten) (9:24)

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A 6'1 dude is competing against women and injuring them in the process. Yes contact sports always have the risk of injury, however the women are being injured more frequently when competing against him. And he's taking time away from his female teammates who should be the ones playing. But he doesn't care.

By Anna Slatz April 17, 2024

Reduxx has learned that a feminine male has been participating in elite women’s collegiate sports in California after his biological sex was reportedly withheld from his teammates and his opponents. Blaire Fleming, born Brayden, is currently playing women’s Division I volleyball for San Jose State University in the reputable Mountain West Conference.

Speaking to Reduxx, the mother of an opposing player revealed that her suspicions were first raised during the 2022-2023 season.

“I first watched my daughter play Blaire via live stream and then in person for a second match,” the mother, who wished to remain anonymous, said. “My daughter mentioned to me before the second match that there were rumors about Blaire being a male.”

Upon attending the match, she immediately noticed that Fleming appeared to be male, both in the way he looked and his mannerisms on the court.

“He jumped higher and hit harder than any woman on the court. There was no other female athlete on the court that day that could compare with Blaire’s athleticism. He also had very narrow hips. I took notice of how he was dressed with a longer shirt in the front as well.”

During the match, the anonymous parent noted that her daughter was suffering far more physical injuries and strains than she ever had before in her volleyball career, and was constantly icing and rubbing her arms after blocking shots from Fleming. She says her daughter’s teammates were also struggling, with the defenders being unable to react quickly to his high-intensity strikes.

“He was basically unstoppable at times. He was jumping so high that I was concerned our blockers could not defend against such a fast moving hit,” she says.

On average, the difference between upper body strength in the sexes is 52%, with men having 10% larger hands on average and being 7% taller. These factors have contributed to a volleyball net height difference of over 7 inches between male and female games. According to his San Jose Spartans profile, Fleming stands at 6’1.

“Coincidentally, those two games, my daughter’s stats were not as good as most other games. Her stats were dramatically different because she was trying to compete against a male who my daughter said would stare her down after plays and was extremely arrogant.”

The mother also revealed that despite widespread speculations that Fleming was male, officials from San Jose State let it slip to her daughter’s team that even they were unaware of his biological sex. She adds that the policies must change to ensure fairness for female athletes.

“I watched those San Jose State female athletes sit on the sidelines while a male took away their chance to play. These women only have 4 years to compete and they are losing those years to a male. Not only that, but the chance of injury is greatly increased for women when they play against a male with very clear physical strength advantages. It’s just dangerous above all else.”

Prior to transferring to San Jose, Fleming was participating in women’s volleyball in South Carolina for Coastal Carolina University. He appears to have fled to California just before the Save Women’s Sports Bill became law in the state, which would have prohibited him from continuing to play on female teams.

Fleming had also played on the girls varsity volleyball team at John Champe High School in Virginia, where he was raised. During this time, Fleming set the school record for most kills in a match, and single season record of 266 kills.

While the exact age Fleming was transitioned is unknown, early photos posted to his aunt’s Facebook show he was raised as a boy, and only began presenting in feminine clothing in 2016 when he would have been approximately 14 years old. His family members have been careful not to publicly identify him as transgender, but his grandmother referred to him as her “grandson” in an early photo.

Fleming is currently participating in Division I volleyball, which is the highest level of intercollegiate athletics sanctioned by the National Collegiate Athletic Association (NCAA). Division I (DI) volleyball teams can offer a maximum of 12 full-ride scholarships, meaning athletes will have all expenses related to their college experience paid for.

While it is currently unknown if Fleming has received a women’s DI scholarship, the NCAA has recently become the subject of a lawsuit by over one dozen female athletes for allowing males to compete against them in women’s categories.

The lawsuit, the first federal action of its kind, seeks to force the NCAA to change its policies to clearly define, rendering any biological males ineligible to compete against female athletes. It demands the NCAA revoke all awards given to trans athletes in women’s competitions and “reassign” them to their female contenders. It also asks for “damages for pain and suffering, mental and emotional distress, suffering and anxiety, expense costs and other damages due to defendants’ wrongful conduct.” 

Exclusive funding support for the lawsuit is being provided by the Independent Council on Women’s Sports (ICONS), which has been calling attention to the presence and impact of male athletes in women’s categories.

Speaking to Reduxx on Blaire Fleming, ICONS’s Marshi Smith condemned the NCAA for failing to guarantee transparency or protection to female athletes who are forced to compete against men.

“The NCAA is defrauding female athletes by withholding information about a teammate or opponent’s true sex,” Smith says. “Women are not given the chance to decide whether they want to face heightened safety risks on the court or share women’s locker rooms with men. The NCAA’s reward system encourages deceit, leading to financial and academic advantages for males at the expense of girls and young women in sports. This harmful practice must be stopped immediately.”

Fleming is not the first trans-identified male athlete to conceal his biological sex for the purposes of participating in women’s collegiate sports.

As previously reported by Reduxx, a volleyball player from California was briefly set to become the first known male recipient of a women’s NCAA Division I athletic scholarship after successfully hiding his biological sex from his teammates.

Tate Drageset, 17, verbally committed to the University of Washington, but following the expose revealing his was a biological male, it was learned that the University rescinded the offer.

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Scooter & The Big Msn

47 years ago last night in Varsity Gym at Appalachian State University, Boone, North Carolina.

[liyinjustserved]

Tennis Blog - Introducing Me!

Hi everyone! My name is Liyin Zhu and I am a junior at the University of South Carolina. I'm a double major in Finance and Accounting, with a minor in Data Science and a concentration in Business Analytics. Not too sure what I want to do in the future, but I think the next step is going to grad school to get my MBA!

I have been playing tennis since I was about 7 years old. I played many, many tournaments in juniors (18 and under) and played on the varsity team at my high school for 6 years. Currently, I play #1 for the club tennis team here at USC, and play a lot of matches outside of school as well. I actually am playing a tournament right now and am going to go have lunch with my team after this post! Tennis is something I am incredibly passionate about, and I hope to cover all the ins and outs of tennis (and anything else you want to know) in this blog. I love this sport and I think it's such a great way to get some exercise in. It's one of those sports that you can continue even when you're 70 years old (or older!). My favorite professional player is Hsieh Su Wei, for many reasons, but mainly her unorthodox play style. Here's a youtube video by Tennis Advocate highlighting some of her best plays if anyone wants to check it out!

Glad to have you here!

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AUDREY EVANS,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ALLIE STEVENS,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎AND THE NUMBER 11.

When Audrey got welcomed onto the Wiskayok Yellowjackets as a freshman,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she was given the number 11.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎This number was usually given to freshman welcomed onto the varsity team,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎if there were any.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Audrey got welcomed onto the team in 1992,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎and remained the only freshman welcomed onto the varsity team...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎until Allie Stevens.

Audrey was not allowed to re-tryout for the 1995-1996 season,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but her mother required her to continue participating in the team‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(an agreement made between Coach Martinez,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Coach Ben,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎and Audrey's mom to take care of her mental health).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Following tryouts,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Coach Martinez pulled Audrey into his office and informed her that her number,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the jersey that she cared so deeply for,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎was going to Allie Stevens.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Audrey knew that her number was going to someone else,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it only made sense given the fact that she was no longer on the team,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but when he told her that her legacy would continue!‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The number 11 was going to a freshman!‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She became angry.

Audrey was naturally cold to the team,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her senior year.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Quiet,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she sat on the sidelines and tried not to be too involved,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎much to her mother's displeasure.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎For Allie,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎on the other hand,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she was mean,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎short.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎It was a point she was making,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a big:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fuck you for taking this shit from me.

When Allie broke her leg,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Audrey was not upset in the slightest,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎in fact she saw it as a blessing.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Compared to when Audrey was let on the team,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Allie was much weaker than she ever was.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She also could not imagine her taking Audrey's dream.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Nationals was all Audrey wanted,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎and she failed to bring her team to win states due to her being benched the previous year.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Allie wasn't getting to steal the thunder,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎and at the very least:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she was happy.

Had Allie been on the plane,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Audrey for sure wouldn't go.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎It already took leagues of convincing and subtle hint droppings from Coach Ben for her to even consider it‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(plus,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her mother pleaded...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎and Audrey truly did love her mom),‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but that was no longer a problem.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Allie wasn't going,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎and fuck it!‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎A free ride on a private plane?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎In what world would she get that opportunity again?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎All she had to do was avoid the rest of the team,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎sit by herself.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She always loved plane rides to South Carolina to see her dad's family...

Then the plane crashes.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Allie is at home recovering from a broken boon and Audrey is stranded in the woods with only a weeks worth of pain meds and salt tablets.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She looks to Ben and sees the man who convinced her to come on the plane,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she thinks of Allie and thinks of the girl who was supposed to be in her place.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎How ugly was her envy?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎So ugly that it brought her joy when it was squandered.‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She no longer envied the girl whose bone stuck out from her leg,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎because Audrey never failed like that,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she was always a strong player from day one,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎so much so that the seniors on the team with her appreciated her abilities.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Allie was a failure,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Audrey was a success story,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yet only one was stranded in the woods.

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Hiii, I'm Brett and I'm so excited to finally post something on here, life is kinda crazy but I'm really glad I got around to doing this!

I'm just going to write a couple basic things about me and it anyone has any questions they want to ask me, feel free to ask(no matter how crazy)!

-I'm 21 years old and I am from a small town Oklahoma

-I've lived in OK, Tennessee, and South Carolina

-I now live in Miami where I attend the university of Miami

-My major is sports management and my minor is history

-My family roots are Croatian, Irish, Italian, South Korean, Brazilian and Dutch

-I love F1 and American football with all my heart

-I have 1 older brother and 3 younger brothers

-My favorite colors are navy blue, sage green and baby blue

-I'm obsessed with cars and country music but also have room in my heart for Drake and Rihanna

-However, I grew up in a household of Elvis Presley and old country so they will always have a hold on me

-I have 3 dogs named Sargeant, Jaysker and Beckett who are 2, 3, and 4 respectively

-Sarge is a German shepherd and Australian cattle dog mix

-Jaysker is a golden retreiver

-while Beckett is a golden retriever and Belgian malinois mix

-I've grown up doing dance, cheerleading and volleybal

-Rodeo was super common in my family, growing up on a farming small town, but my brothers were way more interested in it than me so I stopped barrel racing when I was a teenager

-Even though I was really good at volleyball,I just didn't have the necessary height to compete at a higher level so I quit in my sophomore year of high school, despite being on varsity

-Dance on the other hand, has been my passion since I was 2 and a half

-I did ballet, lyrical, and contemporary competitively until I was 19

-Cheerleading was also super important to me since I was really good and was on varsity throughout high school

-Besides English , I can read and write multiple other languages, some not as strong as others; Spanish, Dutch, Croatian, Korean, and Italian and a tiny bit of Portugese

Unfortunately this is all I had time for today, but please feel free to send in questions, as nosy, dirty or off as you want! Byeeee

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NOW INTRODUCING: AUDREY EVANS, EX-CAPTAIN OF THE W.ISKAYOK HIGH YELLOWJACKETS –––

stats:

full name: audrey marie evans birthdate: april 3rd, 1979 ( aries ) parents: danielle myers & carl evans ( divorced ) height: 5'10 sexuality: lesbian

bio:

audrey began playing soccer when she was three years old, & picked it up fairly quick. it became a passion of hers, & starting in middle school she had a dream of playing for duke university when she got older. her freshman year of high school she tried out for the varsity soccer team, something she was discouraged from doing, however... her strengths outshined most of the older girls & she in fact made varsity. she continued on the varsity team her sophomore year, & at the end of that year, she was voted captain of the team for her upcoming junior year of high school.

throughout her sophomore year, audrey started to develop severe pain in her joints, however she kept it quiet to avoid any judgement or fear from her teammates. audrey was the top goal scorer, & a very vital asset. she would have times where her hip joint would lock in place & she would have to " pop it " back into a moveable position.

in the summer of 1994, her parents told her they would be getting a divorce, & her father would be moving back to his home state of south carolina. this devastated audrey, but she pretended it didn't, & kept her opinion on the situation fairly quiet. instead she started working out more, putting her heart more into soccer... but this came with a price. her joints were causing her constant pain, & the subluxations of her joints were coming more & more often.

when the school year started, audrey began having dizzy spells. she told her mom who was a nurse, but danielle was struggling with depression following the divorce & just suggested that audrey start taking iron supplements, which she did. when the soccer season started, before their second game, audrey stood up from the benches in the locker room to give her team a pep talk, but before she could say anything, she fainted & was rushed to the hospital where she was diagnosed with POTS. the doctors said it was manageable & taught her how to manage it. she only told her coach & none of her teammates as she didn't want them to lose faith in her.

at their third game, however, audrey was running & misstepped... leading to a dislocation of her left knee. she was rushed back to the hospital & her mother begged her to tell the doctors anything that was going on. audrey was diagnosed with hyper mobile joints & fibromyalgia. her mom set up a meeting with her coach & her father flew in to discuss audrey's future on the soccer team. her coach asked her to step down from being an opener ( idk soccer terms ) & as captain. audrey was heartbroken & jackie t.aylor took her place.

audrey fell into a depression & started struggling with school. she spent the summer of 1995 at her dad's house & spent time with her extended family. while this was a relief for her, when she went back to wiskayok for her senior year, she found herself heartbroken. she stayed a part of the team, in more of a support role ( c.oach ben saw how this affected her & asked her if she wanted to assist in coaching with m.isty... at first she said no, but her mom encouraged her to do it for the purposes of college applications & trying to better her daughter's mental health ).

when nationals came around, she did not want to go, however coach, coach ben & her mom encouraged her to support her team. at this point, she hardly talked to any of the team members... she found it too difficult ( although she used to be close with t.ai & l.ottie ). even on the plane, she sat by herself, with her headphones in, ignoring everyone...

then the plane crashes.

audrey is thrust into the team once more as they all try to survive. outside of small interjections of her opinion on situations, she still remains more of a loner. at this time, she also slightly resents coach ben for encouraging her to get on the plane. when they make it to the cabin, she realizes she only brought enough of her pain medication and salt tablets for a week... this causes her to isolate herself more, to which tai notices & she explains her fears & situations.

throughout the experience of being in the wilderness, audrey really struggles with pain & depression.

in terms of her feelings towards l.ottie & the " wilderness " at first, audrey is conflicted. she struggles as she recognizes that the best she ever felt with her POTS & her pain was following the snackie-jackie situation. idk much more besides that in regards to at what point she starts participating in l.ottie's circles & the prayer rituals, but she does indeed support / participate in the hunt.

will she live? find out after thursday lol. i have something in mind that, if it happens in the episode, then she will live, & if it doesn't, then she's the next one hunted after n.at / j.avi.

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Drake's OVO Partners With NCAA Colleges for New Limited Edition Collaboration

Key pieces in the collection find the team monikers from the Kentucky Wildcats, Alabama Crimson Tide, North Carolina Tar Heels, Memphis Tigers and Texas Longhorns represented on varsity jackets, hoodies, basketball shorts and caps. Depending on the school repped, the pieces come in the college team colors. For instance, the varsity jackets often saw the team mascot name in patchwork on the back, alongside the team logo on the arm with the OVO signage on the other. The school’s emblems are proudly placed on the chest, giving the jacket a vintage varsity aesthetic. The OVO owl co-brands the various pieces, seen as an addition on the side of the caps or as a part of the crest branding on the hoodies.

The partnership and collection was first announced on the OVO Instagram. It is uncertain if the collegiate collaboration will expand to other NCAA schools but so far the University of Kentucky, University of Alabama, University of North Carolina, University of Memphis and University of Texas have been represented in this collection. The collegiate collaboration arrives on OVOstarting on September 29.

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