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harrisx28 · 4 months ago
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Today is Maui’s 9th Birthday! 🥳🦅😻
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cashfire2003 · 3 months ago
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Tonight, we honor one of the greatest to win in the big stage. The best backup QB we could’ve asked for. Congratulations Nick Foles. Thank you for everything. And for retiring as an EAGLE. 💚 🦅
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the-football-chick · 2 years ago
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Colts release QB Nick Foles
IG: espnnfl (5/5/23)
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turboredzone · 4 months ago
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shirtlesscelebsofdaworld · 11 months ago
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rocketshipsodawater · 11 months ago
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kenttsterling · 2 years ago
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Nick Foles to start for #Colts in NYC! Jeff Saturday & players NOT tanking! #Pacers host Hawks tonight!
Nick Foles to start for #Colts in NYC! Jeff Saturday & players NOT tanking! #Pacers host Hawks tonight!
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teamchasezwrites · 23 days ago
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Second Chance (1/3)
Word Count: 3,724
Characters: Damian Priest
Genre: Romance
Summary: Some people are worth a second chance. (A Wrestlemania XL Night Two fic)
Author’s Note: This was initially supposed to be a simple one shot. Then it morphed into a second part in Damian’s POV. Then finally a 3rd part. An error on my part with writing Damian not involved in night 1, but I had already written part 1 and most of part 2 before I realized and liked it too much to change. I did watch Damian’s doc but any errors in his road to WWE timeline are on me and creative licensing. This is written with an unnamed female lead as I tried to make it x reader, but I’m not very good at writing in the first person.
Part II Part III
The atmosphere was electric. Lincoln Financial Field held over sixty seven thousand screaming Eagle fans weekly during the fall. Usually she was one of those Eagle fans screaming herself horse from way up in section 243 at the coach to run the damn ball. She was still smarting over their epic collapse five months later when she thought they were Super Bowl bound finally ready to take the Chiefs down but alas…
She shut down that anger like she had earlier when she felt the need to raise her finger at the stadium as she was walking in. Of course across the parking lot, Citizen’s Bank Park loomed where the Phillies went down with a whimper in the playoffs. In order to save her sanity, she didn’t even look toward the Wells Fargo Center. She did however stop to take a photo with the Nick Foles statue.
Thank God for St Nick.
Or Big Dick Nick.
Tonight wasn’t about sports teams and their ability to continuously raise your hopes only to dash them in the end.
No.
Tonight was about a different hope. Though her heart still had the ability to be broken into pieces like in playoff ball.
With sports, there was always next year.
With love you tried to catch that flame and ride the magic. Hopefully forever. When the magic ended with love, hearts moved on to someone else.
With sports teams you went down with them to the bitter end.
“Jesus Christ I hope it’s warmer tonight.”
She looked to the seat next to her where her sister stood in front of the steel folding chair with the Wrestlemania XL logo. She held her phone in the air, taking a video of the crowd, the music, and the atmosphere.
“If it’s like it was last night, I’m leaving.”
“The fuck you will!” Her sister snapped at her as her fingers tapped over the phone screen. No doubt posting the video to her Instagram. “Do you know how much Bill spent on these tickets?”
Bill, her sister’s second husband. Bill, who was nearly twenty years older than her sister. Bill, who worked in the financial district in New York City and made it his mission to spoil her sister. She was sure her sister loved him in a safe, older man kind of way. He provided for her, gave her security. Random trips to Italy. After her disaster of a marriage to her first husband, she deserved it.
“I nearly lost a toe last night!”
The stadium wasn’t covered like most NFL teams seem to be learning toward when trying to get their cities to foot the bill for a new one. The Linc was open aired as they came. It provided views of beautiful sunsets and planes coming into land at the airport just down 95. Depending on the side you sat on and the time, the sun roasted you alive. It also rained on you if you weren’t lucky enough to have a seat under a cover. It also provided no shelter from the cool temperatures April always brought to the Northeast. Where winter liked to hang on as long as possible before it released its grips to spring and the blistering summer.
“I think I saw some Cody Rhodes socks at the merch tent.”
She side eyed her sister not finding the comment funny. She made sure to bring a pair of gloves and a toboggan. She almost brought a throw as well, but decided not to. If the second night was anything like the previous night, she would be spending more time on her feet than huddled in her chair.
“Probably just as well,” her sister grinned. “You shouldn’t be wearing someone else’s merchandise.”
She was saved at having to reply when the opening festivities started. As the National Anthem was performed, she barely heard the words, mouthing in reflex with her hand over her heart. The crowd cheered at the conclusion as music hit the speakers. Inside the ring, a pretty black woman smiled over the crowd as she announced the special guest, Stephanie McMahon.
Nerves built in her stomach and continued to roll and twist into knots as the first wrestler, Drew McIntyre made his entrance with bagpipe players lining the stage. Their sound echoed through the stadium. It wasn’t until the stage filled with members of the Philadelphia String Association members and their instruments and outlandish outfits did she lean over to her sister.
“I think this was a bad idea.”
She was nearly drowned out by the music on stage and the crowd singing rolling “ohs”. She learned last night it was just what they did with the next wrestler.
“What?” Her sister’s head snapped toward her as she looked away from the stage.
“I said,” she paused as the crowd roared with cheers. Looking up at the big video screen above the ring, she saw Seth Rollins made his appearance. Dressed outlandishly in an outfit that fit right in with the Mummers surrounding him. “This was a bad idea.”
“I heard that. I was just giving you time to change it.” Her sister pursed her lips in annoyance. Or disappointment. She wasn’t sure which. Being ten years younger, she was used to receiving those looks throughout her life from her sister.
“Be real.” She sighed.
“I am.” Her sister turned away from the ramp Seth was currently making his way down. “You were excited when I told you I got tickets.”
“I was. I am…” She insisted.
“Then what’s wrong?”
“Look around Sis,” she waved her hand around her acknowledging the thousands of people packed inside the stadium, the cheers, the lights. “You think with all this, he’ll notice me? Let alone recognize me? It’s been so long…”
Ten years.
Ten years since the man she thought she’d marry, create a family with, would love forever, up and left her.
‘This isn’t working anymore.’
The words crumbled her heart and stole her breath. She’d been imagining her future with him and he was leaving her behind.
“You never know.” Her sister shrugged. “You caught his eye before. Who’s to say you won’t catch it again? Besides, I’m tired of listening to you wallow after another failed date with yet another guy who failed to measure up to Luis.”
Well…
She turned away from her sister to stare at the ring where Seth and Drew were currently locked together in their match for the championship belt Seth currently held. From the rumors she read online from various social media sites, Luis – Damian Priest – was going to cash in his Money in the Bank briefcase that assured him a title match.
“It has to work.”
She turned her attention back to her sister. “Why’s that?”
“These tickets were cheaper than getting that tattoo removed.”
Ignoring her smirk, she looked down at her left hand. There, on the inside of her ring finger over the second knuckle toward the third, stood Luis’s name written in a delicate script font. The tail of the s making a small heart.
“Can’t imagine any man wanting to slide a ring over another man’s name,” her sister said dryly.
The tattoo had been part of a drunken night nearly three years after their break up. Her roommate at the time was an aspiring tattoo artist. She wasn’t sure what led to the tattoo – the night remained a black hole in her memory. She woke up the next morning on the living room floor with the kind of hangover she hadn’t experienced since her first year of college. The pain in her head matched that on the pain on her hand where a fresh tattoo sat on redden skin.
Concealer became her friend. She carried it around like chapstick. One in her purse. Another in her car. The desk at her old job. A tube in the drawer of her bedside table. Even one laying on the coffee table in her apartment. All to hide the name of the man she never got over. Even now, the ink was hidden beneath a layer of classic concealer.
Her mind wandered during the match thinking about Luis and how long it’s been since they shared the same space. How different he looked in his appearance now compared to then. The cut of his hair. The trimmed facial hair covering his cheeks. The numerous tattoos covering his arms, chest, and back. His muscles more defined and cut. The added muscle weight making him appear bigger than before.
The ringing of the bell drew her attention back to the match. Drew McIntyre was standing victorious in the ring with the gold championship belt hoisted high in the air with one hand. The crowd roared in celebration. She could see a dejected and limping Seth Rollins making his way back up the ramp sans the belt he wore to the ring not that long ago.
She couldn’t help but feel letdown, a sagging feeling of sorrow eclipsing her body while thousands cheered in happiness around her.
This was supposed to be when Damian cashed that briefcase in. But he never appeared. Did all the articles and tweets she read get it wrong? How could Damian make an appearance now? The match was over. Drew won. In a second or two, Drew would leave the ring and make his own way back up the ramp. The show would continue. The window to see Damian gone.
Her thumb unconsciously rubbed over the inside of her finger, right over Luis’s hidden name.
Disappointment set in. She knew it was a chance nothing would happen. Even if Damian came out, there was no guarantee he would see her anyway. Though she would be terrified standing in the ring with thousands of people staring at her, she imagined for him the people all blurred together. Seeing them but without seeing them.
“Oh Damian is definitely cashing in!”
She tuned an ear to the conversation behind her. It took everything she had to not turn around and pepper the person with questions. How did he know!
“Oh yeah!” Came a laughing response. “He’s spending way too much time fucking with Punk.”
The video screen above the ring showed Drew now standing on the announce table. She couldn’t make out the words, but she bet it was trash talking a guy sitting in the office chair wearing a headset. She didn’t know who he was. Her deep dive into the briefcase and Damian didn’t include other wrestlers and whatever beef they may have with each other.
The Scottish music cut off as Drew was knocked off his feet. The crowd went wild as they stared chanting “CM Punk” as the wrestler continued his beatdown of the new champion.
The lights on the housing area, lining the ramp, and at the top of the ramp switched from green to purple at the same time music blared. The crowd lost their minds and she swore she felt the ground moving.
“I told you!” Her sister grabbed her arm, her fingers squeezing tightly.
A blur of purple and black ran down the ramp in the midst of cheers. She found it hard to see with everyone standing, dancing around, and their arms in the air. She looked up at the screen and her heart stopped.
Damian.
She watched the whole sequence without breathing. Jamming the briefcase into Drew’s head. Handing off the briefcase to the referee. Picking up a beat down Drew from the ringside floor and tossing him into the ring. Him climbing into the ring and the ref ringing the bell.
It felt like it lasted hours.
Damian lifted Drew high above him with one arm and slammed him to the mat before falling over him in a pin.
One.
Two.
Three.
The bell rang and crowd’s roar strengthened once again.
“And here is your winner! And NEEEEEEW world heavyweight champion… Daamienn Preeeist!”
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she watched Damian on the TV high above the ring. Holding the title in one hand with both hands above his head in victory. He then flexed his arms down and let out a roar, the sound buried by the fans cheering.
“I told you!” Her sister shouted again, her hand still gripped her arm and she shook her with excitement. “Get over here!”
She was practically thrown into the fencing that created a barrier between the seats and the ramp. It moved slightly but she was able to regain her footing. Fans around her all stormed to the fence as Damian rolled from the ring. They screamed and shouted his name.
He appeared at the bottom of the ramp and she got her first unobscured view of him. He looked larger than life. The black leather gear he wore molded to his body like a layer of skin. His hair – much fuller than photos she’d seen of him – hung all over his shoulders in thick braided dreads, complete with purple and red scattered throughout.
Her heart thumped wildly but she was frozen. This was different. This was Damian. Not Luis. She didn’t know Damian. How could she expect him to react at seeing her? It’s been ten years… she looked different just like he did. He was a whole new person! He broke up with her for a reason.
This isn’t working out…
“What the fuck…”
She heard her sister mumble, but she was struck mute, she could only watch as he stalked up the ramp. The confidence she never knew he had exuding off him in waves.
“Damian I love you!”
Her eyes widened at the scream next to her. Her face grew warm against the coldness in the air. She could only watch as Damian’s eyes drifted from the top of the ramp toward the side… in her direction.
She could tell he was about to smile or wink in the direction of the proclamation. He’d probably done it hundreds of times. When their eyes met, his face morphed into shock. Recognition dawned in his eyes. She watched as his steps faltered.
“Smile you fucking idiot,” her sister elbowed her sharply.
She smiled.
At least she hoped.
It didn’t appear she had any control over any of her muscles at the moment. Screams grew louder around her and bodies jostled one another. She blinked and Damian was right there in front of her. His chest heaved with heavy breaths from the exertion and complete pandemonium. A slick sheen covered his bare arms. Taller than she remembered. Though his dark eyes – popping from the thin line of eyeliner outlining them – were the same. They stared directly into her eyes and deep into her soul. The crowd noise faded – muted in the background. The people around them blurred. It was just him.
“Luis…” she whispered and she wasn’t sure he heard until his eyes flared.
Then she was in his arms wrapped up tight. The corner of the belt dug into her shoulder where he still clutched it in his hands. The other end brushed against the back of her thigh. She loved being in his arms. His hold so tight offering a sense of security and protection. A feeling of home washed over her. Warmth radiated from him and she pressed her hands against the satiny spandex of the top of his ring gear. With a shuddering sigh, she relaxed into him.
“Fuck…” his deep voice reverberated through her body. She felt him tuck his head down, hiding his face from view. “I gotta go…” the words caused her arms to tighten as if she could keep him there forever. “Please stay. I’ll…fuck…just don’t go.”
She nodded her head and felt the squeeze of his arms one more time before he slowly pulled away. Her eyes met his, swirling with emotions. The dull roar of the crowd around them threatened their bubble.
In a quick movement, his hands cupped her face. His fingers were still curled around the black leather of the belt strap. The back of his fingers pressed into her check. His head lowered and he kissed her firmly and quickly. His lips disappeared in a flash and with a soft caress of his thumb over her cheek, he was gone leaving her breathless.
She watched as he stalked up the stage, the belt in hand to a group of people at the top. She recognized them from photos as part of the group Damian was in. He met them with his arms stretched wide. Two members dressed in black hugged him from either side, while another in bright white shoes jumped up from the front. Finally, a woman joined the foray. They bounced up and down as they all hugged. A moment later they turned to face the crowd, Damian standing tall in the middle. He raised his championship belt up high above him in both hands while the others raised their hands in victory. The crowd roared in celebration.
Then they were gone.
“So…”
She turned her attention from the empty ramp to her sister. Her sister had her arms crossed with a smirk on her face. One eyebrow arched and her head tilted as if to say ‘told you so’.
Her checks flushed with embarrassment as she took in the faces of the people around her. She ducked her head and moved back to her seat stuffing her hands in her coat pocket to hide the shaking. This time it wasn’t from the cold. She wasn’t feeling the low temperatures anymore. A warmness wrapped around her from the moment her eyes met Luis’s. She licked her lips, drawing his taste.
“Here,” a wipe came into view. She looked up to see her sister holding out a white towelette with one hand while the other was pressing the flap down to close the travel package of make-up remover wipes.
“What’s this for?” She stared at it questioningly.
“You’re obviously not gonna be needing that concealer anymore.” Her sister smirked and pressed the towelette in her hand.
She clutched the damp wipe in her hand. Her skin still tingled where he touched. She could still taste him on her lips from even the quick kiss they shared. She tucked the wipe into her coat pocket not making the move to reveal the finger tattoo.
“Chicken,” her sister murmured as the crowd jumped to their feet as the music for the next match started. “What did he say?”
She looked around, but the attention had diverted back to the ring. She still leaned closer to her sister just in case. “He told me to stay. Not to go.”
“Like stay here?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess?”
As the night grew longer, nerves settled in her belly. The voice in her head grew louder.
‘He’s not coming.’
‘He was just being nice.’
‘You caught him off guard.’
‘He doesn’t want you anymore.’
It took everything she had to keep herself planted in her seat. Not to beg her sister to leave. To go back to the hotel and remember how his lips felt against hers. The memory of his arms around her.
“Miss?”
She almost missed the call, zoned out watching Logan Paul, who she recognized from YouTube, wrestle in the ring. Next time she couldn’t sleep, she would Google how a YouTube star not only ended up in a wrestling match, but was a champion.
Her sister nudge her breaking the zone she was in. Catching her eye, she followed the nod toward the barricade where a man stood motioning for her. Dumbfounded she pointed to herself. At the man’s emphatic nod, she stood and slid past her sister to the barricade.
“Yes?”
“You with Damian?”
“Well…I….” She stuttered until a kick to her foot caused her to blurt, “yes!”
“Here.”
The man handed her a folded up piece of paper ripped from a note pad. Before she could question, he was gone. Sneaking along the barricades ducking out of view.
“What is it?”
“A piece of paper.” She answered sitting back in her chair. The paper pressed tightly in her fingers.
“No shit,” her sister rolled her eyes. “What the fuck does it say?”
“I…I don’t know.” She stared at the white paper. Void of anything on the outside. Schrödinger’s cat stared her in the face. The words on the inside of the paper could be everything or nothing at all.
“Want me to read it?” Her sister offered.
“No. Just…” She pulled her closer to her as she turned her body toward her sister. Their knees touched and their bodies hunched to create a makeshift wall to block prying eyes.
She took a breath and slid her finger in between the flap and pressed it open. Slanted chicken scratch she knew so well greeted her.
I can’t get away. Meet me at Embassy Suites tonight??
The note ended with his phone number and was signed with just an L.
“The cost of these tickets were worth it after all.” Her sister elbowed her in a teasing manner.
“You don’t know that.” She read the note again, memorizing the number; different than she remembered. “He might just want to catch up.”
Her sister sent her a look. “Right. The kiss he planted on you was just to catch up.”
She blushed as a smile toyed with her lips. She folded the paper back along the crease and stuffed it in her coat pocket keeping it in her grasp.
“Are you gonna go?”
“How? We’re heading in the opposite direction.”
“I can drop you off.”
“Then I’ll be stuck there.”
“Would that be so bad?” Her sister wiggled her eyebrows.
No. Being stuck with Luis at a hotel wouldn’t be bad. Not at all.
“Who cares about logistics,” her sister continued. “I will drop you off after we leave here or you can take me back to your place and come back down. It doesn’t matter. Text him right now and tell him you’ll be there.”
She mulled over her sister’s words. She was right of course, not that she’d share that tidbit of information with her. Being able to be in the same space as Luis again? She couldn’t turn it down.
As the music hit for the final match of the night, she pulled out her phone.
‘I’ll be there.’
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marisatomay · 5 months ago
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Bill Simmons comparing Kamala Harris to a backup QB who is finally getting a chance to start over a mediocre starting QB is good and we should take it a step further:
Kamala Harris is the Nick Foles of national politics and a vote for her is a vote to watch Tom Brady (Trump) be humiliated live on our televisions.
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cavilhenry · 6 months ago
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Tom brady telling me in a betterhelp ad that therapy has helped him with his trauma is hilarious to me because I know exactly what his trauma is. It's nick foles living rent free in his head since 2018. I saw it with my own 2 eyeballs. Do not cite the deep magic to me witch. I was there when it was written
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columbosunday · 3 months ago
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watching them lower nick foles into his early grave
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bisexual-yuri · 6 months ago
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“Can’t you tell?”
Busdriverr gets credits for songs he ain’t on
And here’s another one 
I wanna meet LA’s native son 
Pentecost, bitches, LA bus driver’s got bitches 
Can’t Messais tell I won’t say it 
Record it, I’ll deny it 
That shit never left my mouth 
Revolve it
Solve it 
Sit the fuck down, clown 
You and me, you legit now 
Sara can’t spell
Reagan, really? 
Ali
Wants to join hell fire club, no city 
Cats fucking in the back alley 
Yowling, screaming, towely 
Ryan was his name, water polo Ricky 
Who gave Scott his hickeys?
It’s a killer deep cut from her Binghamton days
She got degrees and dogs that was strays 
Demon days, gorillaz fans fundamentally 
Logan and Elliott, exes perpetually
Remember me
Ali wants to join the hell fyre club 
White girl, did you heard? Crazy 
Show all signs of blender brain 
ECMC psych ward vet, she clinically insane 
Jacket girlie, Tom Brady, 11 + 12 
Hell Fyre, Los Angeles, homie 
Maybe finally Brooklyn was the first place she moved 
She’s the one who does what behooves her
Everyone scrambles to claim her
Nobody can tame her 
Her name is Allison dot FYRE
Buffalo Baby
Seven one sixty 
Misty 
Water Pokemon training
Lucky lucky licky
Mathy
Talented lady 
Pretty baby 
Kids, if you want to piss off your parents
Show interest in imaginary places
Invest in real estate in art time 
Tell your mother that you’re fine when you’re not
Run the snot 
Ali wants to join the hell fyre club 
White girl, did you heard? Crazy 
Show all signs of blender brain 
ECMC psych ward vet, she clinically insane 
Chris went to Auto, what does that even MEAN
She had mono once, almost ruptured her spleen
Rugby player in dresses, Chris, you’re just preening
Ali has a huge crush on you and you’re dreaming
You heard her screaming
Ran away, reported her, you’re reaming her out in the office
Snitching to Santos
Sorry Chris Chris, you’ll always be haunted by this ghost
Of what might have been
If you had trusted, showed better to love to your friend 
It’s the end of you and me and maybe your career
Sara’s headed to Seattle, it’s all your fault I fear 
She stood up for herself and you bit at her rear 
Ali wants to join the hell fyre club 
She can back that shit up 
Fundamentally 
Upstate Macy’s, rob sonic pep rally 
References sadly 
She’s in love, madly
Two, maybe three Rafaels 
It’s a malady 
R names, at least she’s over Ricardo now 
Tragedy 
He got jokes folks, some bitch named Ortiz 
BUSDRIVER be friends with Ian and Mikey 
Yikes-y! 
I gotta get my own posse 
Hell fire, Aly’s on fire wait wasn’t it Ali with i latín?
Latina, honra la familia 
Trilingual cunt
Wait, ain’t she poly? 
Glot, she gotta talented tongue 
Free for the year
Mung
Bean girl 
Hehe beans 
What does she MEAN? 
Ali wants to join the hell fyre club 
She can back that shit up 
Fundamentally 
References sadly 
She’s in love, madly
It’s a malady 
Young
Black men love her
Claim her, want to tame her 
In Delaware park, Chris and M man 
Guitar player shit, like hot damn 
Suckin’ dick and having small hands 
Rafael from Disco Elysium, Harrier 
Funny, I got that tattoo 
I’m not no fuckin Boston Terrier 
Not from New England, bitch 
I’m no Masshole 
Calling Nate Pinkham, asshole 
Carousel & Windmills, Nick Foles 
Tyler bass kicks a mean field goal 
NFL References again 
He aint even like football like that 
He? That’s Ali, she’s all that 
Ali wants to join the hell fyre club 
She can back that shit up at the drop of a hat 
What, Ali’s a massive fan! 
She’s always got ten backup plans! 
Bro, her name’s Sae Ra, she’s no man 
Not a girl bro, Ali’s just Billscord’s biggest ho 
Chris just doesn’t know when to say no 
Moderator Rizz, love her, poor pages 
She’s a magic user, really, mages 
Wedding bells, Discord van 
Cro-magnon man, don’t be a fan
She ain’t like that man, you just ain’t know her man 
Ali wants to join the hell fyre club 
She can back that shit up 
Ali’s a teacher, no preacher, ban 
Hammer swinger and detective 
She’s a momma bear, real protective 
Jonathan fucked her young, she’s reactive
You prey on her babies, she’ll cut a shiv 
Shank you in jail bitch, Ali ain’t play
You gotta watch what you say 
Ali wants to join the hell fyre club 
She can back that shit up 
Shell bottom from the power
Rachel’s guilty, she feels filthy
Jonathan turned her against me
Maybe those two will finally just fess up and get married
They picked each other over me 
Bye buddy, that ain’t family 
You just look for exquitie ways to hurt me and I’m sick of it 
I ain’t gotta take this shit 
I’m leaving you behind and I won’t look back
You sure love to talk smack for a jewish guy from Brooklyn 
You’re not Bernie bitch, listen 
You have met me, you know me 
New phase in life, most likely
Big name change, I go by Ali 
Writer flighty, not likely 
Never leaving, Troglodyte wins 
Sara’s a dolphin
She sings with no phins 
Jack’s got his tins
Used to sell knives but never atoned for his sins 
Hello Mu from the ether 
IDK how I never met you before
Sorry I got called whore 
Being a girl’s a snore 
Ian loves you man 
He a rapper and more for you man 
Camu Tao, don’t be blue
RIP Mu 
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progiftreview · 2 years ago
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freewriterewrite · 10 days ago
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Sci-Fi and Reality Crash: Two books that have impacted my view on writing
Even More Fantastic Failures
Failure is the best way to learn how to be the best. So many historical figures failed early in their careers but outworked everyone else. This book shows how success is not about luck. It is about persistence and hard work, especially after failure. Obama is the first example in the book. Obama is one of the most inspiring people in American history. Even he had doubters. After he lost his race in 2000 for the House of Representatives even, he was sent away when he showed up at the door of political conventions. He had failed time and time again. His losses weren’t close either. Yet somehow, he would be president just eight years after this devastating loss. He never lost hope. I found this first chapter about Obama inspiring. It shows how someone can go through something “career-ending” and have their dream job. President of the United States. This book's chapters start with an engaging style, throwing the reader off by telling them a false narrative. For example, the chapter about Nick Foles talks about how, just five years before his Super Bowl MVP, he was the first overall draft pick. Everyone saw this coming, right? No. This is false; he backed the previous number-one overall draft pick, Carson Wentz. Nick Foles started his career as a backup for Michael Vick. He was the 8th quarterback selected in his class and was seen as a developmental backup. He quickly became a fan favorite and an interesting backup. He played great in his second season and even made a Pro Bowl. But he broke his collarbone and was unfortunately traded to the Rams. It was a new team, and he had the starting job. But after his poor play, he was benched and sent again to be a backup quarterback. Nick Foles had to make a difficult decision. Should he continue playing football? I never knew he was ever considering retirement from football when he was on the Rams. But at the end of the day, he decided to stick it out and was on the Cheifs the following year. He was the backup for most of the season again, but he was working hard and playing well with minimal opportunities. He also learned a very valuable lesson. How to have fun again. He barely even played much, but he found how much love there was in the football game. He was traded again back to the Eagles. He worked hard all season behind the young Carson Wentz. Wentz had a devastating injury at the beginning of the playoffs. Nick Foles stepped up and led his team to the Super Bowl. They were against the defending champs, the dynasty, and the New England Patriots. Tom Brady vs the backup Nick Foles. Nick Foles not only won the Super Bowl but also caught a touchdown pass and won Super Bowl MVP. He was on top of the world and achieved everything a player looks forward to. He never gave up, accepted his failures, and decided to have fun. I think we can learn from both of these inspirational people. Obama and Nick Foles. They both achieved something extraordinary in their professions. I think Obama is a more significant achievement, but the comparisons are fascinating. I loved this book; it had many amazing stories of hope, inspiration, and perseverance. It talked about Greta Thunberg and Beyonc,e too. It had excerpts of facts about different cultures, such as when fireworks were discovered. It is a fun visual book as well as inspiring and informative. Luke Reynolds did a fantastic job writing this book, using his teaching skills, taking these real stories, and putting a slight creative twist on them. I love learning about real stories told by really creative people. This book should be read by anyone aspiring to achieve big goals. I know I will be rereading it soon.
Lies to Cover the Toxins
The first book in the Silo Series, Wool, has some fantastic writing. It has truly inspired me as a writer in many ways. I love the metaphors and connections to Romeo and Juliet. The main character, Juliette, doesn’t even have any lines at the beginning of the book. Point of view switching is something Hugh Howey does very well in this book. He is the author of the Silo Series and plans to complete it soon. In 2021, he announced that he would start writing the fourth book, which fans had much anticipated. Wool has also gained popularity on Apple TV from the new TV show. Another good piece of writing Howey has in this book is suspense. There are a lot of suspenseful moments throughout the book. 
The book is set in an apocalyptic futuristic version of Atlanta. It is set inside underground silos that stretch hundreds of floors. The outside air is toxic, and nobody can go outside. When someone breaks a severe law, they are sent outside to clean the cameras that get dirty over time. The cleaners always die, and one man's wife got sent outside for looking too far. He wanted to be sent outside as her theory was that it was fine outside, and they were being lied to. IT controlled the cameras and built the suits. They were the technology and science group of the silo. He was the sheriff, so everyone was surprised when he was asked to be released outside. He saw it was spotless and gorgeous outside. He promptly fell over and died, taking off his helmet to reveal his visor was a lie. 
Howey gets you started with the sheriff and makes you think he has discovered that IT had been lying to them. It turns out they let their cleaners see a world that once was before they died in the toxic outside air. The beginning hooks you in and gets your brain working—theories and mystery all around, and you don’t know what to trust. Then, the book brings you to the mayor’s point of view until she gets killed by IT. Nex,t it jumps to Juliette and other side characters as Juliette gets thrown outside and escapes to another silo. None of the silos know about the other. The twists keep on coming as you find out there are more and more silos. It is written in a way where it can be mysterious and naturally give you background information about why the silos are connected. 
The antagonist was also really well written and easily hatable. I liked how Howey made sure these characters were widely different even though they all grew up in the silo together. Economic tensions are brought up as different levels have other responsibilities. These levels in the silo are spaced enough and give characters room for different personalities. Character interactions and relationships felt natural and furthered the plot. 
Romeo and Juliet comes up a lot in this book. Juliette is taken to the play when she is younger. Once her mother dies, she moves to be a mechanic, which is at the bottom of the silo and is the least appreciated. She is chosen for sheriff by the mayor, and while up at the top, she meets her love interest. He is a stargazer, but he works in IT. This isn’t revealed until much later. They meet while he is stargazing, and I think that is perfect. It feels natural for someone to want to be interested in the outside; he even learns about constellations and Earth's rotation. They had no record books of the world before the apocalypse. This also refers to star-crossed lovers, when two people are in love but can’t be together due to fate or family. I love the wool metaphor as well. The book's name comes from the tool the cleaners use on the cameras. Their routine is described in great detail, and it is almost tradition-like. They use a piece of wool to clean the cameras. This is a metaphor for the wool being pulled from one's eyes. The lie is revealed that the world is toxic, and IT might be to blame. 
Wool has encouraged me to write more in these ways. I have always been interested in sci-fi stories, so this was interesting, and I will definitely be taking inspiration from it for future stories. I am excited to finish the book series, short stories, and television series just released. I recommend it to anyone interested in a good apocalyptic and dystopian tale.  
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ballerzleagueap · 11 days ago
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2024 Ballerz League Regular Season Recap
For some, the war is over, for the others, it simply just started. Either way, this officially marks the conclusion of our third year of dynasty football.
Your performances and point totals have officially been recorded, as they will now slip away with the passage of time. In what is nothing but a fleeting moment, take this time to reflect, as you must prepare today for tomorrow's war.
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Nick Harmon:
A historic season stained by a mere Week 1 upset. Finishing with a 13-1 record, the #1 overall seed in the playoffs, and breaking the record for the league's all-time win streak, there's little room for criticism.
All that's left to be determined is whether or not Saquon is enough to propel Mr. Harmon towards his first ever Super Bowl in Ballerz.
Cameron Paschal:
A controversial flip on Breece Hall proved to be just what was needed to deliver Cameron his first ever playoff appearance.
Finishing second in overall scoring, his team has risen where others have fallen. There is now a sense of both immediate danger and longevity that is present within his roster. A dark horse to win the crown, caution is advised when dealing with this owner.
Jordan Thomas:
The rentals may not have paid off, but all good things must come to an end. The founding champion of the league and a tank race winner in your own right, it can't always go your way.
Your first setback has officially come, time to go back to the drawing board! 6-8 isn't so bad, right?
Jordan Yount:
An unfortunate result, but experience gained nonetheless. Each team has their own struggles, however, not as many control their own destiny the way you do currently.
Holding onto two 26 firsts, there's plenty of room for optimism despite the 4-10 finish.
Shaundrel Hairston:
Despite a plethora of injuries to numerous key personnel, Shaundrel managed to survive the early storm and finished with an 8-6 record and a playoff spot.
Seemingly now at full strength, he's poised for a playoff run. However, depth remains a concern and will continue to be an issue in the future.
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Drew & Connor:
The buyout deal, while anticlimactic, ensured that both teams got what they desired. After 3 years of tanking, Connor will finally make a selection with 1st overall pick in the draft. After 1 season of tanking, Drew has now accumulated 5 first round picks, in addition to 3 second round picks, for the upcoming draft.
Jake Scott:
The final chapter of this playoff run for the Porch Dogs will determine whether the story of Scott will be a cautionary tale or one of glory. After going all in for a third consecutive season, the final result is a 9-5 record and a playoff appearance. Anything less would've been a disaster.
In chasing the dragon that is a Super Bowl victory, you have traded your future. With no picks on the horizon, it's all or nothing from here on out Jake, best of luck.
Grey Cook:
A quite yet dominant performance was turned in by Grey this year. A 10-4 record coupled with an emphatic Week 12 performance secured the divisional crown.
His 2063.36 PF was the most in the division. He'll sit comfortably on his first round BYE before attempting to make his first Super Bowl appearance.
Tyler Lipford:
Hoping to recapture the magic that brought him his first Super Bowl, Tyler fought through much more adversity than anticipated.
He essentially lost his best player for the entire season, however, his ability to make the right decisions brought him to a 9-5 record and a playoff performance. With no draft picks until 2026, here's to one more Nick Foles' style run!
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collectingall · 21 days ago
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