Samwell Women’s Volleyball Sisterhood Traditions that have been around for Millions Of Years (about three)
Wet High Fives
“ew Kelsey that’s disgusting I’m not gonna lick my hand before i high five you, you fucking gremlin”
this tradition began April and March’s freshman year, when they were revving up for a really intense game and the captain, a senior at the time named Tina, had a weird pre-game ritual where she would lick one hand, and another teammate had a ritual where she would high five everyone. this game happened to be the only one that they won that season, and when April and March told this to Kelsey she was The Way She Is and now she bullies someone into a disgusting and sticky high five before every game.
usually it’s Bailey or Caitlin who end up being the victims
Double Date Policy
there’s a chart in April and March’s dorm that reads “DDP” in bright blue glitter, and it’s Very Important.
on the chart there is a section for all the “Registered Couples” of the team (i.e Bailey and Kelsey, Chris and Caitlin, Sara and a very heavily whited out spot that currently reads “Jason”, “April and March FOR EMERGENCIES ONLY”, ect ect). The other columns are for each member of the team, names of potential significant others, and dates.
basically, in the words of the spice girls, if you wanna be their lover, you gotta get with their friends. by the second or third date with a potential bf/gf/date mate, you gotta sign up for a double date with a registered couple or April won’t give you the Very Serious paperwork to become a registered couple on the DDP chart.
(the Very Serious Paperwork is literally a sticky note to write your names on)
((also as much as March rants about how important it is to make sure your dating life and team life “mesh well”, this is not mandatory. Kelsey swears that there is something satisfying about having your names on a chart though.))
aka Organized Chaos Hell Night
also also known as Friday
there are three teams. it gets fucking scary. they have t-shirts. one time Amanda didn’t speak to Jessie for a whole day because she was supposed to do the research for the 80′s TV/Media category and she forgot and researched 90′s Politics. March was literally crying at lunch. April had to use her mom voice. it was horrible
the teams are:
Team Octopus: Kelsey, Bailey, Caitlin
Team Lioness: Jessie, Amanda, and Sara
Blue team: April, March, Molly, and Mallory
notable Trivia Night Disasters:
Sara and Kelsey had got into a shot competition twenty minutes before one night, and took turns ruining their respective scores by answering every TV/Media question with One Direction songs drunkenly
the time molly and Mallory just. Didn’t show up. the next day at practice April made Mallory run laps for “breathing too loudly” and March made molly do fifty push ups for “thinking about not calling the ball, i can see it on your face traitor”
the time they tried to turn it into a drinking game and Jessie managed to finish the game even after throwing up two (2) times like a fucking champ
“Couples Trivia Night” where march encouraged everyone to bring a date and the night ended up with three boys crying and a small fire
Pasta For Everyone Policy
basically everyone on this team is an evil food thief but one time Bailey made spaghetti and they all live on the same floor so Sara smelled it and tried to mooch, which led to her going back to her’s and Amanda’s room with fresh pasta, and then Amanda had to get in on that action and it basically set off a horrible chain reaction and Bailey had to grumpily go buy more spaghetti and feed everyone.
she forced everyone to promise that if they ever made pasta they’d make enough for everyone too as payback, and since then every time someone wants pasta it turns into a whole Thing
they had to buy a Really big pot, and it’s a shared investment.
The Leg Thing
This is a stupid game and no one likes it.
the basic goal is simple: get your leg the highest. however, the simplicity is slowly chipping away as these idiots keep. adding. rules.
the most horrible thing about the game is that no one knows how it begins. everyone seems to have a different idea as to how the game is set off.
Kelsey swears that the game can only start if April is wearing a red shirt, but bailey swears that one time they played and April was wearing a purple shirt
Caitlin says that the game starts whenever someone says “leg”. one time her and Amanda got in a fight about this, because Amanda said that was totally unrealistic, because leg is too common of a word. three hours later Caitlin was winning the leg game and googling “how often do you say ‘leg’” at the same time
one time Jessie made a petition and asked everyone around campus to sign it. she said that her cause was proving that the leg game starts when more than two people have freshly shaven legs that day
the rules are so stupid. like they just keep adding them. some of the best/worst rules:
in order to win, the leg height has to be held for at least three minutes. you also have to provide your own timer, and the alarm has to be a song where the chorus is in ¾ time
you’re not allowed to use any objects as leverage for your leg heightening, unless someone yells “peanut”, in which case you must immediately find something or someone to use as leverage
if you fall on your left arm, you can keep playing, but if you fall on your right arm you’re out.
there is now a new player in the game. someone is declared “the leg police” and their job is to go around and try to get the players to fall over without touching them
if it’s Wednesday, you can’t play the leg game. or can you.
if you win, you have to find a piece of chalk and write your initials somewhere in 9 minutes or less, or the runner up gets the crown
you’re not allowed to play the leg game if you’ve eaten an apple in the last 3 hours
Summary: A late night game of spin the bottle leads to a kiss that no one will ever forget. Word Count: 1607 Warnings: Minor cursing Genre: Fluff!
chilly and the sun had vacated the London skyline. Phil was wise and
had worn layers. He had a printed blue jumper on, and a black jacket
on top. Dan, however, was more concerned about his outfit’s aesthetic
appeal than it’s abilities to protect him from the chill in the
October air. His tight black skinny jeans were perfectly paired up
with a tight black t-shirt. He desperately tried to hide his shivers
from his best friend who would certainly mock him for his poor outfit
choice. Dan wasn’t in the mood for it, and even more so, he wasn’t in
the mood for this party. They hadn’t seen any of their friends in
ages, so they couldn’t miss it, or at least that’s what Phil said.
The location was a friend’s house, and was only a few blocks away. It
was a twenty minute walk at best, but it felt like an eternity for
Dan. His arms were folded up as tightly as they could be. He could
see his breath when he spoke, so he chose to stay quiet. Dan found it
best to avoid yet another reminder that he still had ten minutes left
of walking to do in his own personal icy hell.
wondering why Dan was being so quiet. Phil shoved his hand into his
jacket pocket for his phone, in search of a distraction. He was
shocked by the absence of it’s presence.
Phil cursed as he continued to search his pockets.
Dan finally spoke, watching the fog expell from both their lips.
left my phone on the counter.” Phil turned to face his friend. “Oh
my god, Dan. You look like you’re about to freeze to death!”
fine, really.” Dan tried to reassure Phil.
you aren’t a polar bear! You aren’t equipped for this kind of
climate!” Phil exclaimed as he wrested his way out of his jacket
and handed it to Dan. “Here! You need this more than I do!”
It’s fine. You’ll get cold. I’m good.” Dan protested. Phil ignored
him and continued to shake the jacket in his face.
still have this jumper, I’m really warm any way.” Dan ignored his
friend and kept walking. “Take it!”
If you aren’t going to put in on, I’ll do it for you!” Phil stated
as he draped the jacket Dan’s shoulders. Dan couldn’t help but smile
at the intrusion.
He muttered, staring at the ground. He was smiling on the inside. It
always felt nice to feel cared for, and Phil was very good at making
people feel that way.
of their walk was uneventful. Dan was happy to be wrapped in Phil’s
jacket, it was so comforting, it smelled just like him. He took
solace in that moment. It was suddenly a beautiful night, and Dan
looked to Phil with a smile, which Phil gladly returned. The two
arrived at the party fashionably late (as usual). They greeted their
friends and found a seat at a couple of chairs in the corner. Neither
really felt like socializing, and were there more out of obligation
than anything. PJ came over and made small talk before returning to
the other side of the room to smash back drinks with Chris. Dan and
Phil laughed as they watched their friends get shitfaced but decided
not to participate. Phil said he wasn’t feeling well, and Dan just
plainly said he wasn’t in the mood. After being called ‘party
poopers’ by numerous friends, the two decided to agree to a party
game. However, they probably would not have been so willing to play
if they had known what the game in question was.
circle up everyone!” Chris ordered, and everyone sat in a circle on
the floor like little kids. Dan, of course, sat next to Phil. A
female friend, Kelsey, crowded in between Dan and Chris. To make
room, Dan slid himself very close to Phil, who refused to budge.
Maybe he didn’t get the hint that social etiquette called for him to
allow Dan some room. Maybe he just liked the new found lack of
distance between the two. Either way, the physical closeness was not
something they weren’t used to. The two often found themselves very
close together. Whether it was during a video or interview, or just
spending time on the sofa, Dan and Phil never seemed to have a
personal bubble around each other. Dan, however, had allotted quite a
large bubble for Chris’ new friend Kelsey. There was nearly a foot
between Dan and Kelsey. Of course, maybe that was due to the fact
that she beared an alarming resemblance to Kristen Stewart.
leaned forward and slapped an empty Malibu Rum bottle in the center
of the circle. Dan’s thoughts can only be described as the following:
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh
fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
the bottle, e'rry body!” Chris cheered. Dan gave him the most evil
death stare he possibly could. Phil fiddled nervously with his thumbs
and stared at the floor. He was silent, and was obviously feeling
very nervous about the party game they were about to partake in.
played several rounds, which were mostly uneventful. PJ shared a peck
on the lips with a pretty young red head that neither Dan or Phil had
met before. Their friend William had to kiss his cousin James (which
was alarmingly less awkward than it should have been). Chris thought
he had the luckiest turn of the night. He spun and landed on his
potential sweetheart Kelsey, even though everyone else thought the
bottle looked slightly closer to Dan. It was unanimous among the
crowd that Dan should be honored with the last spin. Neither him or
Phil had been kissed or had kissed anyone, but they decided to pick
on Dan because Phil was skilled at faking a good stomach ache.
leaned forward and gave the empty rum bottle a spin. His heart was
racing a thousand miles per hour as he watched the bottle whirl
around. Phil’s eyes were also glued to the old bottle, already
feeling jealous that he would have to watch Dan kiss someone. The
bottle’s spin grew slower and slower. The twirl came to a halt and
had unmistakably picked a victim: Phil Lester. Both Dan and Phil’s
hearts stopped as the crowd roared with laughter. Dan looked at Phil
apologetically and Phil gave him a half smile, signaling that it was
okay. Everyone’s eyes were glued to Dan and Phil, waiting for the
eyes locked with Phil’s. He could feel the heat building in his
cheeks and knew he must have been blushing furiously. He was
desperately trying to read his friend’s reaction. Phil’s face was
painted, half with a dorky smile, and half with fear. Dan leaned
forward, feeling Phil’s warmth closing in on him. Dan closed his eyes
as his lip’s connected with Phil’s. Suddenly the room went silent, or
at least Dan could have sworn it did. He went to pull away but Phil
kissed him back, colliding their lips together again, which Dan had
not expected. A few ooh’s and ahh’s could be heard throughout the
room, but everyone was mostly quiet with shock. They pulled away
slowly, each of them with flushed faces. Phil couldn’t believe he let
himself get so caught up in the moment, but he still didn’t regret
it. It was worth every minute. The moment his lips touched Dan’s he
could feel the electricity. The chemistry was palpable, and neither
of them wanted it to end.
world was moving around him, but Phil was sitting still. The bottle
was retrieved from the floor, and everyone resumed their previous
positions, but Phil remained sitting on the floor. He couldn’t
believe what had just occurred. He was still entranced by the taste
of Dan’s lips. It was a sweet mixture, something like cherry chap
stick and coca cola. Phil savored the flavor that still resided on
his lips. He was forced to snap out of it when he looked up and saw
Dan standing there with an outstretched hand, “Come on, Phil. We
should get going. It’s getting late”. Phil accepted his friend’s
hand and Dan helped pull him up off of the floor. The two said their
goodbyes, which was quite awkward considering the turn of events the
night had taken.
stepped out of the door and Phil held his jacket out for Dan to slide
into. Dan slipped his left arm in, and then his right as Phil pulled
the jacket over him. Dan thanked
him with a smile, and the two were on their way. Dan buried his hands
in the jacket’s pockets and they continued their walk in silence. It
wasn’t an awkward silence, just a peaceful one. Neither really knew
what they should say, but in a moment like this, words weren’t really
all that necessary. Dan felt the familiar heat building in his cheeks
again when he felt Phil slip his hand into Dan’s left jacket pocket.
Phil gently gripped Dan’s hand, turning to face the younger man to
gauge his reaction. Their fingers intertwined and Dan replied with a
smile. They could feel the electricity again, it could no longer be
ignored, or muted by the doubts that used to plague them both.
Ornette Coleman on Blue Note: A Look at Key Sessions
Jazz.com has posted Chris Kelsey’s two-part article on Ornette Coleman’s overlooked Blue Note recordings (1965-68) and gives these important sessions, especially the Golden Circle performances and the “New York Is Now” dates, their rightful due.