#coach bentley

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Coach Bentley (https://www.instagram.com/p/C4Rljm0sWRe/?img_index=1)

[mrs-trophy-wife]

[trb752]

1938 Bentley Rapide

Coach work by Frank Eeley

60° V12, 4.5 L, OHC, 180 hp, 5500 rpm

Lagonda G10 4-speed manual

0-60 mph 4.7 secs 110 mph top speed (116 Le Mans)

Participated in Le Mans 1938, 3rd place overall

[simonsrosebud]

cars i think the foxes would’ve had then vs now

Kevin: Range Rover — Newer Range Rover (man of habit)

Andrew: Maserati — Aston Martin (expensive sports cars forever)

Aaron: Nissan Rogue — Toyota Highlander (rogue was what he could afford with a loan & help from Andrew, Toyota fit two car seats safely)

Neil: Subaru Legacy — Mazda3 2.5 Turbo (Literally just wanted smth safe and sturdy and got a good price so he bought it. Andrew loathed it bc it was ugly and had terrible acceleration/engine, later gave him 5 cars to pick from that he’d like & chose mazda)

Nicky: Jeep Liberty — Volkswagen T-Roc (fell in love with the jeep and got it cheap and drove it till it died on the side of the highway, but VW’s are more common in Germany)

Matt: Ford F-150 — Newer Ford F-150 (sold the first one for a car fit for children, then got a new truck once they were out of car seats)

Dan: Hyundai Elantra — Ford Explorer (she’d simply rock a little red car, needs an suv for all the stuff she lugs around as an exy coach & mom)

Renee: Honda Accord — Honda Civic (Stephanie’s old car = Renee’s brand loyalty)

Allison: Pink Bentley Continental — Rose Gold G-Wagon (among the 3 other cars she has)

BONUS: Wymack’s ugly ass GMC Yukon

[maccreadysbaby]

Project: Killcode

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

yall once this kid hits high school his innocence is gonna be GONE 😭

part four

❝ DREAM SCHOOL ❞

SUNDAY — JULY 15 — 4:28PM

“IS REDWOOD ACADEMY YOUR DREAM SCHOOL?”

Bentley, Bruce, Dick, Jason, and Asten were huddled around the kitchen island not two hours after the school was mentioned, Bentley’s laptop sitting open on the countertop to the Redwood Academy website. They’d been tearing apart the webpage for at least an hour now, picking out every detail they could find, and had just stumbled upon an so called introductory video that Dick insisted they play.

Sunny drone shots of the (very nice) campus came and went from the screen for a few moments, with soft but happy music playing over top, and faded to a red-haired lady in a black pencil dress walking down the campus sidewalks. She had a nearly infectious smile on her face, and all the colors around her, like the sky and the grass, were bright and happy. “I’m headmistress Donna McCall, and I’m thrilled you’ve stopped by our website!” She chided.

“Oh, yeah. Thrilled,” Jason muttered. (He’d been skeptical and quiet the whole time Bentley had been telling them about the school. Most people would think he was concerned, but Bentley thought that, maybe, just maybe, Jason didn’t want them to leave.)

(He had been at the Manor a lot more than he used to. Like, literally almost every day. For a while.)

The video cut back to aerial videos of the campus. Redwood Academy was massive, comprised of what looked like over a dozen buildings that were built with an almost castle-like architecture. Bentley had seen places like Wayne Manor and Drake Manor and Whittaker Estate, but not even those places compared to the school. “Welcome to Redwood Academy; A year-round boarding school that offers a high-end education to metahumans all the way from grades pre-k-through-twelfth — without the stress, anxiety, or bullying that comes along with being a metahuman in other schooling institutions.”

The video cut to a shot of several perfectly manicured soccer fields, with what looked like tennis fields in the background. (Or maybe not tennis. Bentley didn’t know much about sports.) “The Redwood Academy Campus covers over one thousand acres of Manhattan, New York City, with a view of the water and a clear sightline to the coasts of New Jersey.”

Bentley blinked as it cut to another very bright video of the redhead woman, who was now walking in front of one of the big castle-like buildings with her blinding smile and excited as ever persona. (Didn’t Vera say she was friends with this woman’s niece or something?) “Redwood Academy offers over two-hundred-fifty interactive, unique, in-classroom courses that can be chosen to fit your child’s interests, including over thirty unique fine arts classes. With well over two hundred teachers and professors working here at Redwood, over two-thirds of them have a PhD in their field and are solely dedicated to watching and helping your children excel.”

“That’s a lot of teachers. This place seems huge,” Dick commented, leaning closer to the computer.

Bentley nodded in response. “It looks huge.”

“Here at Redwood, we want your children to have the fullest school experience they can have, without the negativity that comes with being different,” The video switched to the smiling woman walking on a perfectly pampered football field. “That’s why we offer twenty different team sports, from the commonly-known-and-loved football, to more personable sports like competitive gymnastics and dancing. Each sport offered here at Redwood has its own fully trained coach that will journey through the training seasons with your students and help them to build a family within their teams. Whether they’ve been playing their whole lives or are just starting out, our lovely sports staff are wholly committed to nurturing your child’s mental growth and physical development, while still maintaining the challenging and rewarding nature of sports.”

The scene changed to her in a massive library. The walls and shelves were all a deep wood, with thousands of multicolored books lined on the shelves. There were also massive chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. “Are sports not your child’s favorite? That’s alright! We offer other extracurriculars and clubs as well, ranging from book clubs, mathletes, and scholastic decathlon, to theatre and music clubs, ran by the students and staff alike.”

Bentley scrunched his face up. What the heck was a mathlete?

The shot changed to the woman walking through beautifully wainscotted hallways. “Here at Redwood, your child’s well-being is our first priority. That’s why we have twenty-four hour campus security all seven days of the week, and a fully stocked medical staff prepared to treat everything from a common cold to broken bones. Three square meals a day are served here in our high-end cafeteria, and if your child has allergies or needs special food accommodations, our cooks here will happily supply them with various delicious and nutritious options. There are twelve on-campus counselors who can help to guide your child through life, emotions, and relationships as a metahuman, and we perform routine intruder, fire, and severe weather drills twice a year every year to prepare your child to keep calm and stay safe in emergency situations.”  

Asten breathed in and out. “She is way too happy about school. Like, why is she smiling like that?”

“Undoubtedly, one of the toughest parts of school for your youngsters is making friends and finding their built-in-family. That’s why our campus offers apartment-style dormitories that house eight students each,” The video cut to a pan of what looked like a living room, with two doors on the left and two doors on the right. “If your student is eleven or older, they will share a bedroom with one roommate, which you can choose when you register! Don’t know anybody here? Fill out a survey at registration and we’ll choose a roommate for them based on age and personality. And as always, to prevent stress, roommates can always be changed once the school year starts. if your child needs specific sleeping accommodations, whether that be due to medical conditions, their metahuman powers, or something else, we will happily accommodate them no matter the circumstance.”

Bentley hummed. He guessed he pretty much had a built in roommate with Asten.

“Each bedroom has its own, full en-suite bathroom to prevent sickness or undue illness from spreading,” The camera showed a bedroom with a set of bunk-beds, two wardrobes, and two desks. “Your student will share a small living and commons area with three other pairs of roommates, who will also be paired with your child based on age range and personality.  If your child is ten or younger, they will stay in a separate building with qualified caretakers, individual bedrooms, and a large community bathroom.”

The scene cut to the redhead woman sitting at a massive wooden desk. “Our mission here at Redwood Academy is to equip metahuman children and young adults to usher in the future they wish to achieve, and provide them the education and support they need that may not be provided by typical school systems. Many staff members, including myself, are here year-round for students who may not want or can’t afford to return home for times like holidays or summer break.”

She woman leaned forward slightly, propping an elbow on the desk with a smile and sparkle of her green eyes. “We never want to deny a child an opportunity at a great school and life experience. That’s why, if you can’t afford tuition, Redwood Academy has over four dozen local and international sponsors that would be more than happy to sponsor your child year by year, for as long as you need. Make sure to fill out the corresponding tuition form at registration and we’ll get applications out for your child as soon as possible. All registration forms for this school year must be submitted, either online or in person, before July twentieth to enroll your student this year. You can find registration forms at the bottom of our website.”

She smiled brightly, contagiously.

“If you have any further questions, you can email or call us at the email and number listed on the website. If you wish to request a campus tour, meet a few teachers, or speak to graduates, please visit the explore our campuslink at the bottom of our website. I’m headmistress Donna McCall, Thank you so much for choosing Redwood.”

And the video faded to black.

“Well, I’m sold. NYC here I come,” Asten stated, shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets. “When do we leave?”

Jason scoffed, glancing over at him. “Really? Just like that?”

Asten stared, deadpanned. “You’re asking me if I’d rather be in Gotham or Manhattan.”

Bruce’s hand found Bentley’s back and rubbed it a little. “What’re you thinking, chum?”

Bentley shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, it sounds pretty cool. And it would be nice to go somewhere else for a while.”

“I think that would be great for you two! Meet new people, try new things. It’s perfect for your first year of high school,” Dick explained, reaching over in both directions and ruffling both Bentley and Asten’s hair. Bentley chuckled, but Asten scoffed and tried to push him off.

“I’m sixteen and a freshman. Isn’t that kind of embarrassing?” Asten questioned.

“Not unless you make it embarrassing,” Jason replied. “If you don’t make a big deal of it, no one will care.”

“And you’ll get to know other kids with superpowers! I think it sounds great,” Dick said with a smile, his arm finding its way around Bentley’s shoulders.

“I think you’re more excited than they are,” Jason shot back, smirking at him.

Bruce hummed, and everyone turned to look at him. He was still looking at the computer with a bunch of tabs pulled up.

“All of the resources and links point to it being an actual institution. There have been a bunch of graduates over the past few years. But here’s the important question,”

Both Asten and Bentley peered over at him.

“If this is the route we’re going, are you actually prepared to be in Manhattan alone? That’s over a two and a half hour drive from Gotham,”

“Yes,” Was Asten’s immediate answer.

Bentley glanced down at his socked feet. He hadn’t really been alone alone since, well, his father, he guessed. But that still hadn’t been alone. He supposed he was alone when he was missing, too, but he had a sneaking suspicion that didn’t count.

He really hadn’t been without an adult before. Or at least a family member.

Was he ready to do that for a whole school year?

Bentley glanced up, and cleared his throat when he realized all eyes were on him. 

“I mean…” He started, blinking at the computer screen that had statistics about the school on it. “I’m almost fourteen. With Asten there I should be fine.”

Bruce nodded. “But is it something you want to do? Because we can get you into a school closer, if public is what you want.”

Bentley didn’t speak for a moment. 

“Why don’t we do this,” Bruce suggested, closing the tabs on the laptop. “I’ll run some threat tests on the school and its staff on the Batcomputer. If it comes back green, and you decide it’s really something worth looking into, then we can talk about maybe going down for a campus tour.”

“Registration has to be done within the next five days,” Asten pointed out.

Bruce shrugged. “I guess we better hurry, then. I’ll be in the cave.”

Bruce moved from behind the kitchen island, and Bentley breathed in and out, looking at the posh dark green and gold decorated website.

Was leaving for Manhattan really what he wanted to do?

—

SUNDAY — JULY 15 — 8:13PM

“Manhattan? Seriously? That’s so cool,” Nico exclaimed from the other end of Bentley’s phone. “I’d love to go to Manhattan.”

Bentley and Asten were both against the headboard of Asten’s bed, playing some hardcore survival Minecraft on his PlayStation. (Aka the only game ever that Bentley was actually sort of okay at.) All of the lights were cut off besides the strip of LEDs that were glowing blue where the ceiling met the walls. 

Bentley’s phone was propped up near their feet by a pillow, and Nico’s face was on it. He was on his bed, too, and judging by the reflection in his eyes and funny faces he kept making, he seemed to be watching tv. 

He was fourteen, and if he were in Gotham, would probably be taller than Bentley and maybe even Damian by now. He’d gotten a haircut to make his hair go upwards instead of downwards, and was going into his freshman year of homeschooling. He also had something no one else had.

A girlfriend.

Which Bentley and Asten didn’t know much about, if they were honest. All Bentley knew was that her name was Delainey. That was literally it. He hadn’t even seen pictures of her.

“Yeah. We aren’t sure if we’re going yet or not,” Bentley replied, placing a few blocks on the game. (Asten was so much faster than him.)

“He means he isn’t sure if he’s going. I’m getting myself out of Gotham,” Asten butted in. Nico snickered at him.

“Yeah. Honestly, Gothams kind of sad,”

Bentley snickered, and Asten nodded. “You’re not wrong.”

“Oh, guess what? Barry taught me how to phase through stuff the other day. Then he got all jealous because it took him way longer than me to get the hang of it,” Nico explained proudly, smiling down at the camera momentarily. “And I- oh, Lainey’s calling me. Gotta go. Talk to you later!”

Before Asten or Bentley could respond, Nico hung up.

Asten shook his head. “He’s obsessed with her.”

“He is,” Bentley agreed. He would by lying if he said he didn’t find it strange that Nico already had a girlfriend. He was only one year older than Bentley, after all. But then again, Bentley was pretty new to all this normal life stuff anyways. Do all boys his age have girlfriends?

Clearly Asten didn’t, and Damian didn’t. Not even Duke or Tim or Jason or Dick did. (Okay, well, maybe Dick did. It wasn’t exactly official and all that, Bentley didn’t think, but the way he and Babs looked at each other was a little telling.) 

He decided to ignore it. If he was supposed to, someone would tell him. Right? Yeah. Surely they would.

Not five minutes later, someone knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Asten called.

The door swung open, and the hallway light was blindingly bright in the dark room. The silhouette standing in the doorway was none other than Bruce, but Bentley hadn’t really expected anyone different — most of the Wayne’s didn’t knock.

“Hey,” He started, stepping inside, glancing at the screen on his entry. “I finished the scans on the Batcomputer.”

Both Asten and Bentley broke their gazes away from the game to look at him, instead. (He was still wearing the pajama pants, which Bentley thought was funny.)

“And?” Asten inquired.

Bruce took a few steps and sat down on the end of the bed. “And everything came back green. It has a very low threat level, almost nonexistent.”

Bentley sat up a little straighter, laying his controller to the side. That meant the school was safe?

“Let’s talk about if you actually want to go or not,” Bruce said, and Asten laid his controller down, too. “You’ll be in Manhattan for almost ten months, without any of us.”

“B, I’ve been in since we started talking about this,” Asten said with a soft smirk. 

Bruce’s icy irises flicked to Bentley. “What about you?”

Bentley blinked.

Okay, so, yeah. Moving to New York City for an entire school year was a big decision for a kid who was pretty sure he had developed some kind of attachment issues to at least two thirds of the Wayne’s. And it was even bigger for a kid who’d never been out of Drew or Gotham, and still had panic attacks when a glass broke, and still didn’t know the fundamentals of life, like when he was supposed to have a girlfriend, but…

He kinda really wanted to.

Don’t get him wrong — he loved the Manor and his family, and leaving that for so long would probably be a little hard. But, the chance to have another attempt at making friends, being able to get out of the Manor, and Gotham all together, was pretty enticing. Plus it just sounded… Y’know. Fun, going off somewhere for high school with a bunch of other kids.

Bentley breathed in and out, and both Bruce and Asten were staring at him, awaiting his answer.

“It’ll be different, but… yeah. I think I want to go,”

Bruce smiled lightly, then nodded, pulling himself off the bed and moving for the door. “Alright. If that’s your answer, I’ll call the headmistress and get a tour set up, then.”

Bentley and Asten smiled, one a bit more sheepish than the other.

“Love you,” Bruce called behind him as he left.

“Love you,” They replied in unison.

The door closed, and the room was dark again, with LED lights and Minecraft on full display.

Bentley was basically moving to Manhattan. (What?)

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Susie Q - Disney Channel / Super RTL - October 3, 1996

Fantasy Comedy

Running Time: 90 minutes

Stars:

Amy Jo Johnson as Susie Q / Maggie

Ernie Prentice as Grandfather

Bentley Mitchum as Johnny Angel

Tasha Simms as Betsy Quinn

Allan Morgan as Russell Quinn

Shelley Long as Penny Sands

Justin Whalin as Zach Sands

Andrea Libman as Teri Sands

Garwin Sanford as Coach Stanford

Chris William Martin as Ray Kovich

Dale Wilson as Roger Kovich

Winston Brown as Brad

Sabrina Byrne as Rebecca Bahner

Mark Schooley as Telephone Repairman

Lloyd Berry as Al the Janitor

Benjamin Ratner as TV Director

Laura Harris as Jannete

Kirsten Robek as Production Assistant

Pat Waldron as Miss Crosby

David Kaye as Don Tanner

Walter Marsh as Old Man - ATM

Will Sasso as Officer Bob

Allan Franz as Rookie Cop

John Johnston as Announcer

Carolyn Spielmacher as Girl

Brian Arnold as James McGlockton

Rebecca Toolan as Mrs. Perkins

Aaron Pearl as Player

Cameron Labine as Thug

[dansnaturepictures]

A look back on my 2024: Part 2 of 3-Mammals, dragonflies and damselflies, beetles and others

Another very strong mammalian year in which I saw my highest ever amount of species in a year centred on adorable Red Squirrels as I was lucky to observe them in Scotland and on Brownsea Island. Scotland was an incredible time with so many mammals observed; Stoat and Brown Hare adding to the magic of the wild cottage with lots of wildlife around to see that we stayed in and simply breathtaking wild experiences watching Bottlenose Dolphins on the Moray coast and a Mountain Hare in the Highlands. Roe Deer at the cottage and Red Deer during the week were other highlights with both species key to my year overall with amazing local Roe Deer views and the Bushy Park Red Deer and Fallow Deer experience which was great again in September. I had an amazing year for Stoats seeing two at Rutland Water in July as well and as my fortunes of seeing these species has taken an upturn the past year and a half we got fantastic Weasel views at Bempton Cliffs. We saw Field Voles really well there and got exceptional immersive views of Grey Seals at Flamborough Head. It was a splendid seal year with superb views of Common Seals on the Beaulieu River and in Newtown Harbour on the Isle of Wight on a boat trip in a strong run of mammals standing out in September. A Water Shrew was a surprise first for me as I waded through a flooded path at RSPB Radipole Lake in January and I was overjoyed to see a Water Vole at Rutland Water. Closer to home Fallow Deer and Sika Deer have been great to see in Hampshire and Dorset, with impressive home views of Hedgehogs and I had a magical year of observing beautiful Foxes with top sightings at Southsea and Hook-with-Warsash.

Perhaps unexpectedly again with similar to butterflies as mentioned in my last post a few species I really needed to work for this year I saw my highest ever amount of dragonflies and damselflies this year. It was a green dream for odonata in 2024 with a big moment seeing my first ever Downy Emerald dragonfly at Bentley Wood in May and both Emerald Damselfly and Willow Emerald Damselfly seen at Thurley and Fishlake Meadows respectively. Common, Ruddy and Black Darter gave me thrilling moments this year as did Black-tailed Skimmer with an especially good view of a female at Testwood Lakes and Keeled Skimmer. I was captivated by watching Golden-ringed Dragonflies at Winnall Moors, Testwood Lakes and Fen Bog Nature Reserve. Hawkers owned the summer with a strong couple of months or so seeing Migrant Hawkers and Southern Hawker and Brown Hawker enjoyed too. Azure, Blue-tailed and Large Red Damselflies were also very pleasant to see.

Beetles I suppose took another step up in importance for me this year as I kept a year list of ones I could identify for the first time ever recording twenty species. Green Immigrant Leaf Weevil, Violet Oil Beetle, Bloody-nosed Beetle, Tawny Longhorn beetle and Devil’s Coach Horse Beetle were some of my favourite finds. Once again cantharis rustic soldier beetle, Common Red Soldier beetle, Red-headed Cardinal beetle, Black-and-yellow Longhorn beetle, Swollen-thighed beetle and treasured views of epic Green Tiger Beetles at Bentley Wood in my home area, Strathdearn in Scotland and Fen Bog Nature Reserve in Yorkshire brough vibrant colour to my spring and summer. Dor beetles, ladybirds, Garden Chafer Beetle and Common Malachite Beetle were more delights seen this year.

Some other key species of my year included fascinating Hornet Mimic Hoverfly and Lesser Hornet Hoverfly in the summer, Marmalade Hoverfly, a notable amount of Common Lizards in the summer, frogs and frogspawn, the indomitable Long-winged Conehead one of my key crickets/grasshoppers of the year at Lakeside and Milford on Sea, Mottled shieldbugs, Dock bug, Forest bug, Grey Silverfish and spiders including Long-bodied Cellar spiders at home, lots of snails enjoyed at home and a fascinating Ambersnail seen at Winnall Moors in the summer.

The photos in this set are of; Keeled Skimmer dragonfly at Brownsea Island in September, Common Darter dragonfly at Lakeside in August, Willow Emerald Damselfly at Fishlake Meadows in October, Red Squirrel on Brownsea Island in September, Stoat at Rutland Water in July, Garden Chafer beetle at Magdalen Hill Down in May, Tawny Longhorn beetle on scabious at Shipton Bellinger in August, Hornet Mimic hoverfly at Stockbridge Down and Ambersnail at Winnall Moors in August, Fallow Deer in the New Forest on Good Friday and Long-winged Conehead at Lakeside in August.

[enbysiriusblack]

why does my son look like his football coach? and crush!!!

why does my son look like his football coach:

jegulily fic but james and lily had hari as late teens after a one night stand and lily gave him up for adoption. only for regulus to end up adopting him. and after leaving london with hari, he puts hari in a kids football club and slowly starts falling for the coach and reporter whos doing a piece on the club.

snippet:

Regulus sighed, unpacking would take forever. But at least he wasn’t stuck in London any longer. He rolled Hari onto the sofa, and stretched his arms to get started. His phone pinned with an email, and he scrambled for his phone, a distraction from having to unpack. He frowned for a moment at the mobile phone, until managing to open up the small letter icon and clicked the new email he had gotten. From his therapist. Fuck’s sake. The email detailed a reminder for their first session he had foolishly booked for today. In just under two hours.  Regulus turned to Hari, and pulled up google. Searching for kid’s Sunday activities in Durham. He scrolled through various articles of playgrounds, a train museum, whatever a deer park was, and go ape. Before landing on something Hari would love and that Regulus didn’t need to be there for. Youth Football.

crush:

lilene au of the film 'crush'. lily has had a crush on james for years now, and after being blamed for vandalism on school property, she has a chance to spend more time with him. only to end up falling for someone else. (& wolfstar are constantly all over each other the entire fic)

snippet:

Lily Evans had a crush. A crush that was completely out of her league. A crush that drove to school in a Bentley convertible whilst blasting Little Mix, and strutted down the corridor, without a care in the world. Friendly, handsome, incredibly charming and extremely out of her league. But crushes didn't magically disappear, and as James Potter grinned, walking towards her, Lily couldn't help the butterflies in her stomach from flying around in a flurry.  "Hey, Evans. How was your weekend?"  The grin set on his face, his eyes seeming to sparkle, and Lily opened her mouth with no words coming to her brain.  An arm wrapped around her shoulders, "James." "Remus", James nodded, "You two excited for the party this week?" Marlene came out of the toilets before Lily could speak, grabbing James' sleeve, ignoring the other two as usual, and pulled him down the corridor. "I guess I'll see you both later!" He waved, that grin still there.  Remus patted Lily's head, sympathetically, "You really need to get over this crush."

[ghostsbrokenbyfairytales]

[The Champion]. Please welcome [Malcolm Reese (He/Him)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [36]-year-old [RESIDENT] who lives in [THE COMMUNE]. You may see them around working as a [Gallery Security]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

FULL NAME: Malcolm Reese FACECLAIM: Shamier Anderson HEIGHT: 6'2 AGE: 36 DOB: May 6th OCCUPATION: Gallery Security ROLE: Neither IDENTITY: He/Him ORIENTATION: Bisexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

Biography

was born in huntsville and from a young age has always had a trouble controlling his temper. he was never physical with anyone unless the other person started a fight with him then he would and because of his mouth that happened more often than intended. middle school was when his parents decided he needed an outlet for his anger and signed him up for boxing lessons out of town.

the lessons helped a lot, turns out he really liked boxing and stopped using it as an outlet and instead was doing it because he genuinely enjoyed it. his parents supported him in it because they noticed how he had a better attitude about everything in life and his temper was no longer a concern for anyone except opponents.

high school was when he got more serious about it and talked to his coach about doing actual fights instead of sparring with other people at the gym he was attending. with his parents permission he was allowed to do just that, losing most of them in the beginning but it only gave him motivation to get better and practice more. the more matches he did the more he realized he wanted to make this into a career so he did the moment he was eighteen.

he didn't move out of town until a year after when his career started picking up and he was able to actually start making money from matches. his goal was making it to the world championship which he'd made it to a few times but lost short almost every single time, until this last year.

his opponent for this years was Kane Bentley and though Malcolm tried his best he still ended up loosing, yet another world championship lost. he was pissed and immediately went back into training for his next fight but recently he'd found out that the reason he lost was because Kane had used a performance enhancer drug to win finding out that malcolm was now the champion. to say he was pissed was an understatement but his end goal really was to win that fight and though not winning right then and there wasn't a good feeling he decided to take some time off to go back home to visit family. he'd regularly send cards and letters home along with calls and texts that were all unanswered and as much as he wanted to go back home to figure out why that was his training and schedules always conflicted with that.

[elsanna-shenanigans]

November/October 2023 Contest Submission #8: Old Rivalry

Words: 3,000 Setting: mAU Lemon: no Content: some violence

 The two high school swimmers couldn’t have been more different.

Elsa, with elegant movements gliding through the pool like an eel, and Anna - broad shoulders powering through the water like a shark after its prey. Despite Elsa’s perpetual triumphs in training, courtesy of long limbs and all the unwavering support from nurturing parents, she never finished without glancing behind her, ensuring she kept at least a foot ahead of Anna’s relentless pursuits. But when it came to competition, Anna’s grim determination consistently overcame Elsa’s genetic gifts, and they came down to the wire more than once.

“You’re teammates, not competitors,” the coach reminded them, as Anna stared Elsa down following a particularly heated race where she got the better of her. 

The sneer on Anna’s face faded as she sat on the concrete steps outside the venue. She watched Elsa give one last scowl at her, before her blonde ponytail disappeared into an awaiting Bentley. Medal-less. Anna looked at her medal, the gleaming gold suddenly feeling like a scrap of metal, before getting on her bicycle and cycling home. She ate canned spaghetti for dinner, knowing her mother wouldn’t be home until after midnight from her second job. Eventually, Anna fell asleep on the tattered couch watching NCAA replays, minutes before the heating died from unpaid bills. 

The two girls couldn’t have taken more different paths. 

“I told you, I don’t need a scholarship,” Elsa argued over the dining table, “I’m not that good anyway, Anna Sullivan smoked my ass at that last meet, and doesn’t our family have enough money anyway?” 

It was useless arguing with her parents. They left her in the expanse of their dining hall; PRINCETON SWIM/DIVE TEAM brochure unopened on the marble table. Elsa looked out the balcony at the immense pool they built for her. She screwed her eyes shut, trying to force out the words “you don’t deserve this” from her head, and the residual memory of Anna overtaking her. Maybe a swim will clear my head. 

Instead of a sprawling mansion, or athletic scholarships, Anna found herself in the only place a girl of her socioeconomic status could count on: the Navy Recruiter’s office. 

“I’m good at swimming, sir - and I’ve always loved the water, so the Navy’s my best bet, I guess-” 

He looked up from her Physical Screening scores, at the freckled girl seated primly before him, and raised an eyebrow. 

“Good? Your scores are better than most of the dudes coming here! Why aren’t you looking for an athletic scholarship?” 

Anna’s voice broke into a stutter, “M-my family isn’t doing too well, and we need-” 

“Well, the Navy’s a great way to earn some money and see the world, though these scores are wasted on the run-of-the-mill jobs we have. Would you be interested in combat diving? It’s a long training pipeline and there aren’t any females, you’ll be among the first.” 

A poster on the wall called out to her. NAVY SEALS, FULFIL YOUR PURPOSE. She would be the first. Just like how she was first ahead of Elsa. 

Only one thought remained in her head. 

“Sir,” Anna said, twiddling her thumbs, “D-does that job pay well?” 

The two women couldn’t have endured more different hardships. 

The Princeton pool was barely illuminated by the orange glow from a giant GO TIGERS titantron. Stroke after stroke, lap after lap, Elsa propelled herself through the water, spurred on by the D1 Championships banners floating above her like an ominous prophecy. In a week she had a meet, and then another two next month, before conference championships, and Olympic trials. The never-ending cycle of training and competition wore down on her lithe, athletic body, but in that moment, gliding through the darkness like she was in space, all Elsa saw was that red-headed girl catching up to her. 

“Stop swimming and go home!” her coach yelled from the bleachers, barely audible underwater, “You have all day tomorrow-”

No, Elsa thought, kicking off the edge for one more lap, imaginary Anna Sullivan in hot pursuit, No I don’t. 

Instead of an imaginary figure to motivate her, Anna faced a very real mouthful of sand the instructors kicked onto her face as she lay inches deep in the freezing Californian surf. Rows of shivering men lay beside her, arms linked, teeth clattering as the waves pounded them relentlessly. 

“You’re dreaming if you think a girl’s gonna get off easy!” an instructor yelled, dumping a bucket of seawater on her face, “in fact, we’re going to make it even harder!” 

“Aye-aye petty off-” Anna hollered back, before another wave washed the words from her mouth. 

A loudhailer’s squawk screeched in her ears, “Attention, none of you are giving up. This makes us very angry. Flutter kicks until somebody quits.” 

At once, the cadence rang out against the pounding surf. 1-2-3-ONE! 1-2-3-TWO!

Delirious from the frigid exhaustion, Anna looked up and saw Elsa in every one of the instructors’ positions, mocking and jeering her for choosing this path. Her legs burned from the exercise, and a fire was brewing in her belly - but all it took was another incoming wave to quench the torment boiling within her. 

The two women couldn’t have achieved more different honours. 

Perched on the starting block at the Rio 100m Butterfly finals, Elsa made out a row of stoic-faced competitors staring back at each other. Instead of swimmers from Australia, Russia, Italy, or China - all she saw were copies of Anna Sullivan glaring back at her, daring her to mistime her start. The thought nearly made her miss the buzzer as she leapt into the pool, propelling herself through the water like she did her entire life. This time, there was no Anna Sullivan , only Elsa Williams paddling furiously as she fended off a last ditch attack by China. The crowd’s cheering blew past the thumping in her ears as she looked up and saw “ELSA WILLIAMS - OR” in golden letters. Covering her mouth, Elsa choked back tears. Hoping to hell that woman’s still somewhere in Connecticut watching her on TV. 

I fucking did it, you bitch. 

Anna, however, was not watching TV. She was wading knee-deep in a Florida swamp on the final leg of qualifications. Drenched from head to toe in muddy rainwater and carrying a 150lb man on her shoulders. Gritting her teeth, she made out the dirt track, but her knees were near breaking point. 

Sensing her strength ebbing away, the man on her back growled, “C’mon Anna! You ain’t come this far.” 

Damn straight I ain’t. 

Emerging from the water, Anna’s lungs heaved fire as she picked up her pace. Running on fumes. She spotted cameras near the finish line, their presence reminding her that she would be the first female Navy SEAL. 

There was nothing left within Anna but shreds of gaspy breaths and her pride as she crossed the finish line and dropped him like a sack of bricks. She collapsed face-first into the mud, cameras flashing at her. An Admiral pressed the SEAL badge in her palm, whispering, “I wouldn’t give this to any woman but you-” 

His words were lost in her consciousness as she stared at the rain pelting her face. Somehow, wishing Elsa would be watching and realising what a weak-ass bitch she was. 

The two women couldn’t have pursued more different lives. 

It was only natural that Elsa found herself in Academia, studying the Physics behind the movement of fluids over solid surfaces. The disciplined training and long hours in the pool translated well into tedious laboratory work and endless seminars as she sought to make a name for herself in a different field. Fascinated by the hydrodynamics of marine wildlife and inspired by a life spent gliding through water, she completed two doctorates by the age of thirty. The latter having been bought by the Maersk Shipping Corporation, to better design ship hulls for fuel efficiency. By day, Elsa stared at rainbow-coloured water streams in the testing tank she built. Her dreams each night were filled with visions of the sea, every wave and tide struggling to free themselves from the physics she’d caged them into. 

None of this would have mattered, save for one last unsolved problem in fluid dynamics legend: the Navier-Stokes equations. The fundamental formula which all fluids abide by, used in countless simulations and validations and governing everything from a stream’s trickle to a Tsunami’s fury. This last enigma eluded the community for decades, and Elsa threw herself at it, like it was the last thing left in her life to conquer. 

Anna, by this time, was already used to a life of conquest. Deploying with increasing frequency to Marine combat zones around the world, she tackled every mission with as much bravery as her diminutive frame could muster. Pirates, drug traffickers, terrorists - all fell prey to her stealthy approach from the waters, usually in the dead of the night. In the back of her mind, she had a feeling the higher-ups deliberately kept her away from riskier land missions. Sticking her onto boats easier for a smaller frame to infiltrate. But Anna still enjoyed the Maritime Operations, even if they were conducted on the inky black tides, as she knew there’d always be a breathtaking sunrise over the sea after each mission. 

Until one day, her luck ran out, and a Cartel trafficker with more bullets than sense blasted his rifle at her boarding team. A fragment struck her helmet, pinging off the metal plate and flashing before her eyes. She fired at him, but the grenade had already slipped from his hands. Shoving her teammate out the door, the blast hurled her through the window, and the world went silent. She saw blood streaming from her leg before she felt any sort of pain. In that moment - being hauled off the boat, Anna felt weaker than she did after rucking 22 miles. Shutting her eyes as her leg went numb, Anna pondered if there was anything else in this life worth living for. 

The question stuck in her head as medics fought to stem the bleeding in the helicopter. Gazing at the dolphins frolicking in the azure waves below, Anna settled on an answer, before her eyes fluttered shut. 

“For her work in analytical fluid dynamics and the discovery of the Williams-Smithson effect over hydrofoil surfaces, Princeton University is proud to confer upon ELSA WILLIAMS, the degree of Doctor of Philosophy.” 

“For extraordinary bravery serving as point woman on a VBSS mission off the coast of Barranquilla, Colombia. The Secretary of the Navy is proud to award PO2 ANNA SULLIVAN, the Navy Cross for her actions in subduing a Cartel trafficker and saving a teammate’s life despite sustaining life-threatening wounds.” 

“You work too hard,” Kristoff muttered, pointing at the clock. It was past midnight, and Elsa had fallen asleep on a stack of papers. The other professor waved a feeble goodbye, mumbling, “Maybe a swim will clear your mind.” 

Elsa stared at her computer until the letters faded into one another, and none of them brought her any closer to a solution. 

He’s right, maybe a swim will clear my mind. 

The next day, Elsa did an uncharacteristically impulsive thing and packed her bags for a trip to the Bahamas. But alas, fate would have other plans for her. 

“Bahamian law doesn’t allow you to dive on your own,” the hotel concierge reminded, “too many tourists damaging the corals. You have to follow a dive guide.” 

Never one to back down from a challenge, Elsa gently inquired for the nearest one and was directed to a spot on the beach. The broken driftwood sign stuck into the sand marked Sullivan Dive Tours barely registered in Elsa’s mind. But the figure crouched by the boat did. Matted, pigtailed red hair gleaming in the sunrise, sunglasses, cigarette dangling from her lips, undone wetsuit hanging from her hips, exposing bare muscular shoulders with a tapestry of Navy tattoos telling a story of the life she’d spent away. 

The realisation that solitary figure scrubbing the fibreglass hull was Anna slammed into Elsa’s chest. At once, she turned and walked away, only for a voice to call out. 

“Elsa?” 

For the first time in forever, Elsa couldn’t think of an answer. Frozen into the wet sand, she waited until the voice came again. 

“Elsa - that’s you isn’t it?” 

She turned, coming face to face with Anna’s eyes. Turquoise and glimmering despite having seen too much. 

“Look at you!” Anna exclaimed, her voice gentle like how Elsa remembered, “The hometown hero!” 

The thought of being called a hero by a woman who was the living embodiment of one, stole the words from her lips. 

“A-aren’t you in the Navy?” Elsa asked. 

“I got wounded on a mission. It was either working in an office or a Medical discharge,” Anna answered, pointing at her thigh, “but I love the water so much, I couldn’t bear being behind a desk, so - here I am.” 

Elsa nodded, before edging away from the girl, unsure of how to deal with the vague feeling churning within her. Eyes swept across the toned muscles on Anna’s torso. Elsa bit down on her lip, before muttering, “Nice seeing you again, Anna-” 

“Let’s go for a swim!” Anna suggested, pointing at the dive gear by Elsa’s feet, “I mean, assuming that’s what you’re in the Bahamas for-” 

Caught like a fish before a shark, Elsa stiffened up as Anna stood on tiptoes and whispered into her ear.

“Unless you’re scared of me beating your ass again-” 

A buzzing feeling Elsa forgot existed surged through her veins. Blue eyes widened in the sunlight, before narrowing on that smirk plastered over Anna’s face. It took five seconds for Elsa to load her gear onto the boat, and another ten seconds for Anna to launch into the rippling currents. The boat lurched as it tore through the surf, foamy spray lending a glittering sheen to Elsa’s blonde braid. For once, Anna couldn’t tear her gaze from Elsa’s slender figure reclining on the bench, but she still cut a relaxed posture as they approached the dive site. 

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Elsa avoided Anna’s eyes as she helped her with the wetsuit. She detected a tremble in her fingers as they pulled up her zipper, but told herself it was just the rocking of the boat. 

“They put your picture up on the Ridgefield Walmart wall of heroes,” Elsa said, trying to cut the tension between them. 

No shit, Anna thought, locking eyes with Elsa, wasn’t your face on every cereal box in America for a month? 

Anna rolled her eyes, muttering, “Fuck, I told them not to do that-” 

Perching on the boat’s edge, Anna smirked at Elsa, mouthing off, “See you on the bottom, Williams!” before dumping herself into the clear blue waters. At once, Elsa leapt in, eyes widening at how far her guide was ahead. 

Goddamn she’s fast. 

The old-seated competitive nature between them was lost as Anna took her on a voyage to another world. They found sea turtles swimming with manta rays, baby octopi in underwater caves, and endless schools of fish weaving through the corals. There were shipwrecks and plane wrecks on the sea bed, vestiges of history reminding them of all the time they’ve lost over the years. Throughout the dive, every time Anna turned to look back, Elsa would glide past, amazing the girl with her elegant strokes. Despite her Olympic pedigree, Elsa found herself struggling to keep up with Anna’s boundless energy. 

At the final surface, they clutched each other’s shoulders, bobbing beneath the setting sun. Breathless from exhilaration and realising they both found something they’d thought lost to time. 

“Dammit woman,” Anna gasped, seawater sputtering from her lips, “you haven’t slowed down one bit-” 

“I hope your leg’s holding up fine,” Elsa commented, brushing the wet hair from Anna’s eyes, just so she’d be able to look into them again. 

Elsa tried not to let the compliment show on her face as she allowed Anna to help her on deck. Fingertips brushed against her wet skin as Anna helped her out of the suit, and she resisted blushing at the thought of them trailing along her spine again. Cracking open a beer from the cooler, Anna freed her hair in a fan of copper against the sunlight. Somehow, the salty breeze, squawk of seagulls and the gentle rocking of the sea, had an effect of stripping all pretence and rivalry from Elsa. 

She hesitated, heart pounding like the waves, before realising she’d never get another chance in twenty years.

“Maybe I was wrong about you,” Elsa admitted, staring straight at Anna, “I saw you as a rival, but only because I wanted something else. With you.” 

Anna shifted closer, offering Elsa her beer. Their fingertips grazed, and their eyes met; in that moment, acknowledging the role each other had in pushing them down the paths they’d chosen. The alcohol seeped into Anna’s mind, and she wasted no time in letting her thoughts known. 

“I resented you so much because you had everything I didn’t,” Anna replied, ruffling a hand through her hair, “I was so angry because I couldn’t follow the footsteps of someone I admired so much. I couldn’t know what it’s like to fulfill my purpose because I didn’t have what you had-” 

“I didn’t have everything,” Elsa interrupted, blue eyes locked on Anna’s, “I didn’t have you.” 

Without another word, Anna leaned forward and captured the woman’s lips with her own. Elsa shut her eyes and savoured the sea’s salty taste on Anna’s lips, the one thing that separated and drew them together at the same time. As Anna pulled away, the endless depths of Elsa’s eyes mesmerised her to no end; cerulean like the oceans she’d fallen in love with, and the thought sent her leaning for another kiss. But not before she laid bare her soul again. 

“Now you do.”

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"Sorry about that, Kate. You know I'm not one to make unannounced house calls unless it is absolutely necessary," Hazel answered after exiting her brand new Bentley bought after her latest win. Standing tall before her client, she held her expensive Coach bag tightly and tried not to allow her heel to sink into the dirt. "Can we talk?" Hazel nodded toward the house. "Preferably inside."

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 The world of college athletics is an ever-changing, constantly evolving landscape that seeks coaches to bring a blend of experience, mentorship, and passion to help mold their programs and bring stability. For 11 years, 2-time Conference Coach of the Year Kevin Bettencourt has brought this stability to the Endicott College Men’s Basketball program. Bettencourt’s coaching journey has been one of not only an intense dedication to honing his own skills, but also to shaping young athletes into resilient individuals with discipline and good attention to detail. As each season comes and goes, Bettencourt brings into each season an emphasis on a commitment to excellence and fostering growth and values that go beyond the final score of any game.

Born and raised in Peabody, Massachusetts, Bettencourt played a variety of  sports all throughout his childhood. As Bettencourt transitioned into high school, basketball became his primary focus as he had found the most success with it. Bettencourt went on to have a dominant high school career, leading Peabody High  to one of the best seasons in school history during his senior year, and eventually surpassing the 1000 career point mark. His efforts led to a scholarship to play at Bucknell University. Bettencourt secured all-conference honors each of his four years on the team, while being a part of two Patriot League Championship teams, highlighted by the team upsetting Kansas in the first round of the 2005 NCAA tournament. Bettencourt was inducted into the Bucknell Athletics Hall of Fame in 2017. 

While at Bucknell, Bettencourt majored in history with a minor in education with aspirations of teaching history while coaching basketball. After graduating in 2006, Bettencourt found his way back to Peabody High School to teach. While teaching there, he was offered the opportunity to be a part time assistant coach at Salem State University. “My main objective was to gain some coaching experience but also to earn some money off of my post graduate courses”, Bettencourt said. “ I ended up falling in love with coaching and decided to go all in and move on from my teaching career”. 

The following year in 2008, Bettencourt was hired as a full-time assistant coach at Bentley University. For the next six years, Bettencourt’s personal and professional development were guided by head coach Jay Lawson. This period was crucial in Bettencourt’s development as a coach, and it gave him the model for leadership and mentorship that he would bring forward into his own coaching career.  After a successful tenure at Bentley, Bettencourt applied for the Endicott Head Coach position in July of 2014. Now, in his 11th season and 150 wins later, Bettencourt continues to lead the program with integrity and accountability.

“Accountability” is a word that has a particularly strong meaning for the Endicott College Men’s Basketball program. “We continually try to emphasize accountability, to show up and play your role everyday with the same approach,” said Bettencourt.  “It is a long season but we need to sustain our level effort wise in order to achieve”. Coach Bettencourt understands that if he is to emphasize accountability from his players, it must start with him as well. “I come into the office every morning and watch an hour or so of film, usually from the practice the day before, and then come up with a practice plan to address the areas we need to improve and grow,” he said.  Before practice, the team meets in their newly-renovated film room to go over the previous practice, analyze areas of improvement and also identify their strengths.

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For Coach Bettencourt, the value in coaching goes beyond the wins and losses, breaking records, or winning coach of the year awards. “The most rewarding part of coaching, to me, is the relationships you build with those in the program and the impact you can have in helping shape the student-athlete experience,” he said.  “Coaching is teaching and I feel that the basketball court is a good opportunity to teach life lessons that will stay with our players beyond their years at Endicott.”

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Why Choose Car Rental with a Driver in Dubai?

Comfort and Convenience Hiring a car with a driver eliminates the need to worry about directions, navigating busy roads, or dealing with parking. This allows you to focus on your travel experience, whether you are attending business meetings, exploring the city, or enjoying the sights. It’s also a great option for tourists who want to experience the city without the hassle of public transportation or car rentals without a driver.

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Time-Saving Dubai is a sprawling metropolis with numerous attractions spread across the city. Hiring a car with a driver can save you time by helping you skip long queues for taxis, finding parking spaces, or navigating complicated routes. Your driver will take care of all logistics, allowing you to maximize your time at popular destinations like the Burj Khalifa, Palm Jumeirah, and Dubai Mall.

Popular Car Rental Options with Drivers

Dubai offers a variety of rental cars with drivers, catering to different preferences, budgets, and occasions. Some popular options include:

Luxury Sedans and SUVs For those who prefer a premium experience, renting a luxury sedan such as a Mercedes-Benz S-Class or an Audi A8 is an excellent choice. These cars are perfect for business executives, offering comfort and style while traveling between meetings or events.

Sports Cars If you want to experience the thrill of driving a high-performance car, sports car rentals are a popular option. Iconic cars like the Ferrari, Lamborghini, or Porsche are available with chauffeurs, allowing you to cruise through Dubai’s scenic roads in unparalleled luxury.

Minivans and Coaches For families or large groups traveling together, renting a minivan or coach with a driver can provide ample space and comfort. This is a great option for sightseeing tours around Dubai or attending special events where you need a larger vehicle to accommodate everyone.

Classic Cars Some rental services also offer vintage cars for those looking to add a touch of nostalgia to their travels. Whether it's a classic Jaguar or a vintage Rolls-Royce, you can enjoy a one-of-a-kind ride in these timeless vehicles.

How to Book a Car Rental with a Driver in Dubai?

Booking a car rental with a driver in Dubai is relatively simple. Many companies offer online booking services, allowing you to choose your car, set the rental duration, and specify any special requirements. Alternatively, you can visit a rental agency in person or book through hotel concierge services.

Here are the steps typically involved in booking:

Choose the Vehicle Decide on the type of car you want based on your preferences, whether it’s a luxury sedan, a sports car, or an SUV. Rental agencies often provide options for different budgets.

Select the Driver Option Specify whether you want the rental with a full-time driver or a chauffeur who can accompany you for a set number of hours. Some services also offer airport pick-up or drop-off options.

Check the Terms and Conditions Ensure that you review the terms regarding insurance, fuel policy, and any extra charges that may apply for extended hours, extra mileage, or specific vehicle models.

Payment and Confirmation Make the payment using your preferred method, and receive a confirmation email with all details, including the driver’s contact information and pickup location.

Tips for Renting a Car with a Driver in Dubai

Verify the driver’s credentials: Ensure the driver is licensed and experienced to avoid any issues during your rental.

Communicate your preferences: Inform the rental company about any specific preferences or additional services you may need, such as Wi-Fi or bottled water during your journey.

Know the pricing structure: Rental prices typically depend on the type of car, rental duration, and distance traveled. Some services charge on an hourly basis, while others may offer daily rates.

Conclusion

Car rental with a driver in Dubai is an excellent way to experience the city in luxury and comfort, whether you are here for business or leisure. With a variety of options available, you can enjoy the convenience of a stress-free journey, saving time and energy while exploring the best Dubai has to offer.

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