#cleaning up baseball

[filmgecs]

baseball pt 2

[stfrancisprayer]

DEXTER FLETCHER stuns in promotional photos for PRESS GANG (1989).

[beebundt]

baseball themed dbqq ena! ⚾🧢⭐

[gothsuguru]

OFFICIALLY DONE W EVERYTHING I NEEDED TO RB. tomorrow i’ll try and carve out time to clean out ALL my writing drafts and put them into docs + rewrite parts of “black is the color” and maybe decide on how i wanna curate my wip list/masterlist etc… OKIE GOODNIGHT! :D

[love-minor-poltergeist]

the devil‘s shedding problem is probably worsened by stress, smoking/drinking and hell‘s heat. guy needs daily brushing sessions to keep it under control

Average photo of the Devil post his daily brushing

[dinosaurwithablog]

POST SEASON STANTON STRIKES AGAIN!!! He gets his 7th home run of the post season. He's hitting a homer with every 8 at bats approximately. That's better than Babe Ruth!! This is why he should be batting clean up. Boone should never have changed that. Another bad decision from the idiot Boone. Just saying, but I digress. Giancarlo might not be able to run very fast, but he doesn't have to run fast because he keeps hitting home runs!! That works for me!! Let's go, Giancarlo!!!! LET'S GO YANKEES!!!!

He's so beautiful!!! I love his smile. He just put a smile on my face!! Thanks, Giancarlo!! ❤️ 😍

[godsfavoritescientist]

I picture this against my will every time I hear the song "Dream a Little Dream of Me" and now you all have to picture it too

[alex-just-vibing]

Hcs on Solar System finding Kel crying by himself? (With him obviously denying the claim and telling them that he's fine)

ooh, I actually had a fic idea in my head kinda like that! (not solar system, but baseball bat. but I can change a few things)

This is less headcanons and more just word vomit/a pseudo-fic lol (under read more for the benefit of everyone here lol) Cuz I know I wouldn't be able to rest until I got this out of my head now (thanks a lot anon /lhj)

Sunny, Basil, and Aubrey were walking through the streets of Faraway Town, looking for the last person they needed to complete their group. They were hoping to find somewhere to just hang out at, whether that be one of their houses or somewhere else, like the park, Hobbeez, or maybe Gino's, but they didn't want to do it without Kel.

He wasn't at his house, and when they asked his mother where he was, she told them that he'd just gone for a walk. They thanked her, and she said to them, as she always does when they stop by, that they're welcome there anytime.

After stopping by his house, the three of them decided to check the park to see if he had stopped there while on his walk. He wasn't there either. Aubrey suggested checking their secret hangout spot, and the other two agreed that it wouldn't hurt to try.

None of them were particularly expecting him to be there, but when they walked past the trees into the area, they saw Kel sitting on an old picnic blanket. He was hugging his knees to his chest, and his forehead was pressed against his knees. His face wasn't visible from where the three others stood, but it was obvious something was wrong.

Aubrey was the first to approach him. She walked up to him and kneeled next to him. He didn't seem to notice her.

"Is everything okay, Kel?" she asked. She then saw the tears streaming down his face and facepalmed mentally. Of course he's not okay, what kind of question is that? She can't recall the last time she saw him cry...

Kel turned his head to look at her, before smiling weakly. "I-I'm fine!" He brought his hand to his face and wiped at his tears. More fell, replacing the ones he wiped away. "Don't worry about me!"

Sunny and Basil had also walked over to him. Sunny sat down next to him, as did Basil. Sunny gently grabbed Kel's hand.

"No, Kel." Sunny's voice was firm, but caring. "You aren't 'fine.' And that's okay." He squeezed Kel's hand slightly.

Basil cautiously placed one arm over Kel's shoulder. He leaned his head slightly against Kel's shoulder. "We love you Kel. A lot. We want to be here for you, the same way you always are for us."

Kel shook his head at their words. "I'm... I'm fine, really! You don't need to worry about me..." His voice was shaky and broken up by sniffles. He continued trying to wipe away his tears, but they just kept flowing.

Aubrey pulled him into a hug, not saying anything just yet. She let his head rest against her chest, and she placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head.

Basil moved closer to Kel, leaning against him to hopefully be a comforting presence for him. He turned to fully hug Kel, and he buried his face in Kel's shoulder. Kel in turn moved his face to rest in Basil's hair.

Sunny scoots closer, so that he could be sitting right next to Kel. Sunny didn't let go of his hand while moving, and once he settled into a comfortable position, he squeezed Kel's hand again.

"I'm sorry." Kel's voice was barely above a whisper. "I... I didn't mean to worry you guys..." When he spoke, his voice broke, then trailed off into a near-silent sob.

"It's okay, Kel," Sunny reassured him, and he rubbed his thumb over Kel's knuckles. "You're allowed to cry. Just let it all out. We aren't going anywhere."

The four of them sat in a comfortable silence, which was only broken by the occasional sob from Kel. After a good few minutes, Kel's crying seemed to slow, then eventually stop.

Basil noticed that Kel had stopped crying, and he was the first to speak. "Kel... Would you want to talk about why you were upset..?" His tone carried genuine concern and love.

Kel paused for a moment, before shaking his head. "No... Not right now..."

Sunny nodded. "Okay. We'll be here for you whenever you're ready." The other two nodded in agreement, all three of them smiling warmly at Kel.

"Now, weren't we planning to hangout?" As she spoke, Aubrey started to stand up, and she extended her hands to help the other three up. Basil and Sunny stood up first, then all three of them pulled Kel up.

Kel smiled, chuckling lightly as he was pulled up. "That sounds nice... How about a sleepover at my place?"

[sputnikodin]

i can't believe how productive i've been this weekend .... who am i

[freshthoughts2020]

[full-metal-furies]

i think bare minimum bar none if youre not using tools like shinigami eyes and you're cis you need to be putting somewhere in your blog's quick-access information (blog summary, hover text, icon, etc) that youre trans friendly and/or have a 0 tolerance policy for transphobes. make yourself identifiable as an ally upfront and give transphobes zero space to fly under the radar via ommission of stance.

[chicago-geniza]

Shoutout to my mother for taping HOW TO UNLOAD THE DISHWASHER instructions to the front of the dishwasher, it has taken many years but at long last she has gotten the general gist of my brain problems (she was married to my dad and shared a room with my aunt growing up, after all) and is being genuinely helpful in material and meaningful ways. Thenk u momther 4 my ADL assistance

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

I gotta stop saying "left eye" first whenever someone proposes a saw trap where they remove parts of your body. I could be getting free wisdom tooth surgery

[bumblingbabooshka]

Sek’s house is interesting

[mukbangg]

Ken sato drunk...?

I imagine he's a clingy pouty drunk.

(I wrote this after a whole bottle of red wine)

Kenji Sato, legendary baseball star, Ultimate hero of Japan as The Ultraman, and....currently tearing up while clinging to your waist.

"Keeennnn!!"

You huffed, waddling with the extra weight on you to the bedroom you both shared.

"Baaabbyyyy!!!"

He whined back in the same tone, face rubbing into your warmth as if he wants to merge with you.

He's been babbling on about his team, his work, Emi, his dad, crying for your attention for the last thirty minutes since he got home reeking of beer.

All while you attempted to get him to the bathroom.

You've tried coaxing him, sweet-talking him with honeyed words and promises of cuddles, of breakfast in bed and as many kisses and attention he wants but....to no avail.

"Stoop pushin- me- awaayy- "

The man himself whimpers, nuzzling into your side, teary eyes squinting as his face scrunched and his ridiculously plump lips pouted in a way that tugs at your heart.

"You hate me!"

His brows knits, weight falling completely onto you as he topples you onto the ground.

"Kenji,"

You deadpanned, rolling onto your back, arms folded across your face.

One, two, his wet sniffles.

You glance down in defeat as he crawls up the length of your body, whimpering something under his breath, and buries his face into your neck.

His warm tears wet your neck and you rub his back, sighing.

"We need to get your cleaned up, ken,"

"I missed you baby- hic- so much- so mu-cchhh-"

Your fingers scratched at his scalp, running through his hair.

"Its just so- hic-hard- I missed you- I miss-hic-"

His muffled wails vibrates against your neck, lips sloppily kissing up to your jaw.

You let him whine for abit before tugging gently at his hair.

"I know, Ken baby, I know. But let's get you a warm shower and bed hmm?"

You craned your neck to peck at his hairline.

"I'll give you all the cuddles you way, 'kay?"

He lifts his head groggily, lidded eyes brimming with tears as he swallow hard.

There's a long pause as he tried to deduce your sincerity, before he purses his lips and drags himself off you like a petulant child.

"....mmkay,"

You sat up, offering him a gentle smile as you ruffle his hair.

"Good boy, Kenji,"

[dinosaurwithablog]

Aaron Judge waits for his pitch, and it doesn't come, but ball 4 does, and the bases are loaded!! I wish POST SEASON STANTON was batting clean up still, but Jazz Chisholm Jr. showed us what he could do. There is one out left. Come on, Jazz!! Get a run in for us. Let's go Yankees!!!!!