#that being said... i kinda enjoyed the javelin throw finals

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Jakub Vadlejch was 4 centimetres away from Olympic bronze medal. 4 CENTIMETRES 💀 That hurts...

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ATLA Modern High school AU - part 1 (Sokka and Katara)

Sokka:

Senior

Fave subjects: Chemistry and math

Sport: track and field - specifically javelin

At first he tried out for soccer but he tripped on the ball and landed face first.

Yeah he pretty much just got out of there and never went back

Skater boy aesthetic: flannel shirts, loose tank tops/graphic teas, cargo shorts, vans, headphones on his neck and a man bun with an undercut

Class clown but SMART AF: he can’t stop making sarcastic wisecracks in class to save his life but he’s also never failed a test as a straight A student

You’d think being smart, athletic AND funny would make him popular with girls

It does not.

This boy can’t talk to girls smoothly to save his life

“Hey, Yue! Hey...uHm...would you like to do an...activity...with me? By activity...uH I mean prom. Would u wanna...do...prom with me? AHHH WAIT THAT CAME OUT WRONG IM SORRY!! GOODBYE!!

“yOoo Suki! Your throwing is pretty good for a girl! ...I meAn!! AHHH PLEASE DON’T STAB ME WITH THE JAVELIN I’M SORRYYYY”

Katara:

Junior

Fave subjects: Bio and Eng lit

Took way too many AP classes and highkey a teachers pet

Kinda enjoys the stress tho

But do NOT talk to her the day before a final

She WILL rip your neck off in an overly caffeinated, stress filled rage

Tutors underclassmen in her spare time.

Super patient and caring with shy students

No tolerance for students who try and flirt w/ her or can’t focus

Sports/extracurricular: water polo and student council

Their water polo team is mixed gender but with less girls than guys and best BELIEVE she doesn’t let any of the guys underestimate her abilities

She’s best know for her tackling and defence skills

Casual artist aesthetic: braids, comfy sweaters/t-shirts and Jean shorts with long socks and white Adidas

She has a mild addiction to cute stationary and good notebooks and also makes the best notes

Like studygram worthy notes.

Sokka always tries to steal her notes for AP classes they share and she responds by smacking over the head with said notebook.

They drive to school and back home together everyday and Sokka tries to turn the drive into carpool karaoke. Every. Single. Time.

Katara makes fun of him for his song choices and singing and sometimes records him to post on her snap stories

As revenge, when Katara is late meeting him after school. Sokka blasts embarrassing music from their car with the windows down and locks the doors.

When Katara comes back, Sokka is laughing his head off and won’t let her in until she either walks off in anger or reaches in and smacks him on the head.

Sokka always ruffles her hair and says “aaaw my baby sis is adorable” when they pass each other in the hall.

Katara can always tell when Sokka has a crush and embarrasses him in front of them every chance she gets

“Hey Yue! Wanna see Sokkas baby pictures? He realllyyyy loved princess dresses back then”

“OH C’MON!! HOW’D YOU EVEN GET THOSE? I THOUGHT I BURNED THEM!!”

“A girl has her ways 😉 (moms really good abt saving stuff on the computer)”

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No one could have ever predicted that the greatest war in human history would start with just two simple words...

“You’re It!” Bart cried as he slapped Jaime on the back and raced off at super speed. Jaime was stunned. Everyone was. Before Bart had ran in there, The Team had just been enjoying a nice snack break aboard the Watchtower. But now a storm had begun brewing. A storm that would tear apart the very world at the seams.

For weeks, no one on The Team dared get close to Jaime. Nobody ate with him during breaks, nobody sparred with him during training, the only ways anyone would even communicate with him was via text, phone call, or telepathic link. “It’s just a stupid game! Come on, guys!” Jaime would yell at them. But nobody listened. Nobody wanted to be the first to fall in this battle called Tag.

Finally, Jaime decided it was time to end it. He had gone almost a month with barely any social interaction from his friends. That, and his Scarab kept saying Jaime needed to get rid of “The It” before it impeded other more important aspects of their life. Jaime knew he needed to select his target carefully. It had to be someone unassuming, someone he was close to, someone he could take total advantage of.

La’gaan had no idea what laid at the end of this mysterious trail of crab cakes in the Watchtower’s halls, but, Neptune’s beard, they were so delicious he just had to follow them! He reached the final cake, next to which sat a blue, metallic foot. La’gaan looked up only to curse himself (And crabs for being so dang delicious) as Jaime gently tapped him on the forehead and said “You’re it.”

The job of being It passed around The Team like an infectious disease. It went from La’gaan to M’gann, M’gann to Karen, Karen to Mal, and so on. No one could be trusted. Nobody could ever be sure when they would be the next to fall in this twisted psychological mindgame. It got so bad eventually that it started affecting The Team on missions.

June 2nd, 19:16 ECT, Santa Prisca. Artemis was in the middle of a battle with her father, Sportsmaster, and what’s worse was she was It. Which meant no one was coming to back her up in her fight against one of the world’s deadliest assassins. Her father managed to break her bow with a powerful kick, then swept her leg, pinned her down, and stood over her, his pointed javelin mere inches from her face. Artemis should have been scared. She was about to die.

Or was she?

Artemis had only one chance to save her life, but it meant taking one hell of a big risk. Fortunately, it was a risk that she was almost certain would pay off. “Wait! You can’t kill me!” Artemis exclaimed.

“Oh? And why’s that?” Sportsmaster taunted.

Artemis had hoped that the fact that she was his daughter might have helped, but she had kinda figured that was a longshot with old Sporty. Fortunately, she had something better. She reached up and touched his leg. “Because you’re It.” She replied with a wicked grin.

Sportsmaster was shaken. Sure, he could have just gone ahead and killed the heroine, but then what would people think of him? A challenge had just been extended to him, and, if he failed to accept and conquer this challenge, his very reputation would be at stake. Artemis couldn’t help but laugh as she watched her father ignore his job, throw away his javelin, and run off to find some other hapless idiot to be made It instead of him.

The greatest game of Tag the world had ever see had just been enhanced beyond anyone’s wildest dreams. Sure, the villains didn’t have to play along with these childish games, but they were evil, and, as was the case with most evil people, their lives were filled with misery and they were in desperate need of joy. And what greater joy is there than slapping some poor sucker on the back and passing the shame of being It on to them?

From Sportsmaster, the job of being It went to his other daughter, Jade, from Jade to Red Arrow, from Arrow to R’as al-Ghul, from R’as to Lex Luthor, Luthor to Conner, and so on. This game of Tag was reaching sheer cartoonish proportions in terms of both size and the sheer ridiculousness of some plots to pass on the role of being It. One such plan even included a literal sign for “Free bird seed.” Poor Gar never saw it coming. It got so bad that someone definitely needed to put a stop to it.

“I’m going to ask you all a very serious question.” Batman said sternly to the gathered Team members. “How in the world did a covert op to gather intelligence on Queen Bee’s operations in Bialya turn into all of you and her henchmen running around her base trying to touch one another?”

“Batman, it’s just a game of Tag.” Tim explained.

“Well, I’m putting an end to it.” Batman said. “Who is It right now?” No one stepped forward, but Batman had expected this. He knew no one on The Team would rat out whoever was It. They all wanted this game to continue. However, they had failed to take into account that Batman was the World’s Greatest Detective™. He could easily deduce which member of The Team was It. But there was a problem. Nobody was showing any signs of being guilty. “Who is It right now?” Batman demanded once more. “If no one answers me, I will be forced to start banning Team members from missions.”

“Batman, wait!” Batman noticed that Black Canary had entered the room. “There’s something you should know before you punish anybody.” She said.

“What is it, Canary?” Batman asked.

Black Canary placed a comforting hand on Batman’s shoulder, then proceeded to lean in and whisper into his ear...

“You’re It.”